Demolishing Peoples Houses To Make Room For An Amusement Park Is Literally Movie Villain Shit

demolishing peoples houses to make room for an amusement park is literally movie villain shit

I cannot believe the world is letting Israel get away with this garbage

my babyyyyyy

So I took this quiz to tell me which Bad Batch member is my soulmate

Not saying it is meant to be but 😏

Just tagging some people who might wanna do this: @rebelpitstop @justanotherstarwarswhore @allhailkingboba @samrubio

If you wanna do this feel free to do this

(All credits to the person who made this quiz)

JSBSJDNSJBA AHAHAHHA😂

Skip: *twerking at droids in the middle of a battle*

Jack, recording it: ey, ey, ey, ey, ah, ah, ah, ah, eh, eh, eh, eh

lmao i’m making the lucky batch but it’s vines video

Cypher, white a whiteboard: there’s only one thing worse than a Jedi *removes a piece of paper* boom

Rane: a Padawan

Raffle: nO-

LOU THIS IS SO GOOD!! WHY ARE WE ALL BRINGING ON ANGST TODAY??

37th Battalion (The Lucky Batch ☘️)

Some Kenhla backstory, about regrets and responsibilities.

What to do with failure

She woke up with a cry, her heart racing and pounding in her ears like beating drums. The room was cool, bare, but all Kenhla could see was fire and smoke and her hand flew to her chest, trying to steady its frantic rising and falling. The Temple was quiet at these late hours of the night, yet remnants of nightmares screamed louder than the peace she unconsciously knew surrounded her, the curtain of tranquillity ripped to shreds by aching regrets and untreated wounds.

(They were gone.)

Breathe, she told herself, tears caught in her eyes from years of practice.

She was at war. She was no longer a padawan, a youngling, a child; she hadn't been one in a long time.

She was a Jedi Knight.

(Only because they were gone.)

The thought echoed in her head and dragged up scenes and screams of past mistakes, stitched together messily, painfully, in the way horrible memories get pieced together by nightmares.

They’d been trapped, cornered. Doomed.

She had had only one job, and she’d failed.

They'd been missing two people, two children, and the togruta had refused to leave without them all. She'd searched and fought and looked desperately while the rest of the people she'd been supposed to evacuate waited as the entire world shook under their feet, all of it to no avail.

And then the floor had cracked, and some of the refugees had stumbled into the chasm of lava and fire rising to meet them. A new wave of flames and horror had rained down, blasts and weapons and shrapnel that cut deep and opened wounds on the unstable ground beneath their feet.

The ships had been unable to land, and one of the few that tried had only managed to hover closely over the ground, just in range for the people to jump on board. Those who managed to make it to the ramps last were covered in smoke and ashes and panic as explosions rained on their land; as the volcanoes, now active, destroyed their homes in chaos and heartbreak.

Stupid; it had been so stupid...to think she could’ve saved them all if only she'd searched for the missing kids a little longer.

And in the end, she'd lost them, her master, and a piece of herself that she was never getting back.

Do not risk the lives of many just to save one.

Her master had stayed behind, to be engulfed by flames and destruction, pointlessly protecting two lost children from the mistakes of their foolish apprentice.

They all had died, and it had been her fault.

She had failed.

“MASTER—“

Kenhla shook her head as her throat closed up in remembrance of the scream that had ripped her chest. Her heartbeat spiked once more and she could feel the memory of thick smoke climbing up her nose, her lungs, her skin— just like it had that terrible day.

She couldn’t recall the last thing they had said to her. It had all happened so fast, so sudden, and the only thing she could remember clearly was their eyes: windows of warm scarlet that had always held on more than words. Kenhla could guess what had been going on in their mind, and she clenched the fabric of her shirt as words echoed, sharp and painfully true, in her head.

Arrogant. Foolish. Reckless.

And yet, she was still knighted.

(No matter how much the voice in her head whispered that she never should have been.)

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i smell underrated artist

just a coloured sketch of Obi Wan! he could be better but i’m focusing on finishing work not perfecting it!

i love him either way…