#conspiirator

katie will feed us ‘chips’ with sour cream or cheese or whatever the fuck it was (with australian figs) for our dinner date before actually going to prom, forever ruining my digestive system forever

bella will make us watch the entirety of ‘the tudors’ (or just the part where anne boleyn still exists) or some other fucked up foshizzle instead of feeding me and she will promptly forget we had a prom in the first place, forever tainting my good memory of high school and depriving my body of nutrients forever

this prom night shall be a threesome; I shall hide and sabotage the crown preparations while bella and katie have a high school musical-esque dance/singoff, ending with bella and katie walking away from the school drunk in each other’s arms at 3:34 am in the morning precisely while I am locked in the janitor’s closet, forever forgotten by history

Minister Maketh Tua for @conspiirator.

@conspiirator: starts yelling, showing immediate emotion

The ease with which the rebels appeared to infiltrate Imperial bases and ships was ridiculous. So the Grand Inquisitor had decided to use that against them. Luring them in with the promise of vital information, under the protection of a large force, courtesy of Agent Kallus...yet the ISB’s incompetence had cost them another chance at victory. But more than that, it had cost something more.

He had seen many dead bodies. Most of them had fallen to his own blade. But while he had participated in the kidnapping of children for the good of the Inquisitorius and the Empire, he had never had to kill any. An odd thought, that he was seeing one dead for the first time. His attention, however, was concentrated less on the almost peaceful-looking infant and more on the grieving mother at her side.

When she had fallen in the crossfire, he had executed the trooper responsible on the spot. Reflecting on that action later, he did not know how to feel. Obviously, he would reveal little on his exterior. He was the Grand Inquisitor of the Galactic Empire; emotions were a sign of weakness. So why had he been so quick to kill that man? Why did he hesitate to approach Marcella’s body? Was it because of the feelings he had for the mother? The ridiculous, inferior feelings, and yet...