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it will never not be funny that kallus spent one (1) night with zeb and decided to say fuck the empire so he could be gay in peace with his furry rebel boyfriend
I'm sick of internet negativity, so let's combat it: reblog this and saying something nice/pay a compliment to the prev in the tags.
daily affirmations
i am the unkillable faggot
i can exist in grocery stores
i have the shittiest music taste in any room
i have a gun
I absolutely think there's an underlying angst to Zeb and Kallus' relationship at its core. Kallus experienced something traumatic that made him view all Lasat as violent monsters. Which is obviously a messed up viewpoint and one he's doing his best to consciously challenge... But there's definitely moments in the beginning where the subconscious fear gets the better of him. Waking up from a ptsd nightmare to a Lasat reaching for him is not something he handles with much grace or sensitivity and it's definitely a thing that complicates their relationship.
It's worse for Zeb, 'cause while Kallus is left with guilt and shame, Zeb has to deal with burning anger and resentment during similar episodes. When he has a flashback Kallus is just about the last person he wants to see the face of, and unlike Kallus he can't just reprimand himself for misplaced emotions 'cause Kallus carries more blame than Zeb likes to think of. It definitely takes him a long time to reconcile the Kallus he knows - loves - with the Kallus who made his world - his family - crumble to pieces, even if part of his people survived.
It's a lot - to Kallus, Zeb is worth it. He can't quite wrap his head around how, but somehow Zeb thinks he's worth it too - they're worth it.
man being autistic sucks ass a lot of the time
I think it would be kind of funny if Kallus in his Imperial days was very aware that he's attractive. Then he joins the Rebellion and learns about the notion of being ✨humble✨ in addition to having his looks be way less relevant. The Rebellion doesn't have a dresscode and are nowhere near invasive enough to care about his facial hair or hairstyle. Overall, he doesn't have to apply as much effort to his looks and as such he sorta just... doesn't think about it as much. Until one day he's looking in the mirror and it hits him how different he looks. Way less put together - in the Empire they'd definitely refer to it as letting himself go. He still feels the same. Still feels attractive. But even so, there is this nagging feeling at the back of his mind telling him that he isn't. Not to others anyway. And it's not like it bothers him. Not really. It's just different. But it's not like it matters and he has got work to do. So he goes about his work knowing that he's no longer considered attractive. Except Kallus' idea of what's considered attractive has been heavily skewed by the Empire's standards. So while he's assuming he downgraded his looks to a solid Mid, every Rebel is having a moment of "wait, is Kallus not kinda very hot??"
still thinking about the brainrot that fast fashion has caused in people, like i made this pair of pants that are black and white with a cool flowery design, and an acquaintance saw them and said "wow i'd pay like 20 dollars for you to make me a pair" and i could barely think with how utterly horrified i was at that; i told them that 20 dollars wouldn't even cover the materials, let alone the hours of work that went into cutting, sewing, ironing, hemming, altering, etc. they just had this look on their face when i told them that, when i said i wouldn't make them a pair for even 100 dollars because that was still way too low of an amount, a look that said "you're crazy for thinking that those cost 100 dollars" and maybe i am crazy but holy shit, 20 dollars for a pair of handmade, durable, lined pants fitted specifically to your measurements? 20 dollars for upwards of 60 hours of work? 20 dollars for several yards of high-quality fabric, thread, and buttons? 20 dollars???
Hey guys will you beat me to death with sticks if I post this