I DONT WANT ANYMORE ORDER 66 RETROSPECTS

Time to get naughty! Come rock out with StarKids from across the galaxy in a holiday special that’s outta this world - the StarKid Jangle Ball! After a decade-long hiatus, we’re hitting the road again! But this year, we’ve been naughty and nice, so we’re delivering an evening of iconic StarKid villain songs AND a concert rendition of A VHS Christmas Carol that you won’t wanna miss! December 2022! More info coming soon!

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“You and me and history, remember? We’re just gonna fucking fight. Because you’re it, okay?”

- Alex, Red, White and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston

This scene was voted on by my fellow RWRB fans on Twitter and Instagram for Fandom Forward’s charity auction! Details for the auction will be forthcoming, but this piece will be put up for bid as an 8x10 print (along with a few other RWRB-themed goodies by me). Stay tuned for details on how to bid!

no because “i think he knows” is such a happy song and i literally can’t help but dance when i hear it?

I know this nose art is for the Bad Batch, but I can’t help but imagine another Clone Unit with a stronger claim on the Senator as a mascot. (And how much Anakin would FLIP THE FUCK OUT)

— Morale Booster

“REX!”

… And it looks like the paneling repair will have to wait, as his General’s boots appear next to his head beside the transport’s landing gear. He pushes himself out from under the machine on a dolly, flat on his back.

“Sir?”

“What is THAT?!” his fearless leader yelps, pointing dramatically, emphatically upwards and towards the nose.

He scoots out farther, past General Skywalker’s legs, and props himself up on his elbows to take in the three-quarters-finished pinup Hardcase has been taking such pains with for the last four hours.

“Morale booster, sir. Couldn’t do something clever like the 104th and their Plo’s Bros or anything, so–”

“So you chose SENATOR AMIDALA?!” Did his voice just crack? It did.

He shrugs. “Sure. She’s been through enough hell and high water with us.”

“She’s a SENATOR!”

“And she’s a keen eye with that blaster,” he reasons, jerking his head up to the painting, and the flawlessly detailed replica of the Senator’s favored sidearm, primed to fire and held at a jaunty, confident angle. He even got the chipped paint over the trigger guard right.

“Got the looks for it too!” Hardcase yells down from where he’s shading in a long bare stretch of thigh, pausing to vigorously shake his can of spray paint. “We might finally be able to give the 327th a run for their money, with General Secura and all.”

“GENERAL SECURA is half naked on the nose of a transport?!”

“What? No!” Of course not, that’s just tasteless.

There’s a clatter from up above as Hardcase puts his paints down and leans over the scaffolding, a hand wobbling skeptically. “Well… Technically…”

“She’s in her usual outfit, y’know, with the–” Rex explains, and zig-zags a finger down from his head, mimicking the General’s lekku straps. “–and the leather pants.”

“It’s just a little leg, Anakin, I don’t see what you’re so upset about.”

Oh thank all the stars and little planets. Backup. General Kenobi steps up beside his former Padawan to admire the paint job himself. “Excellent work on her hair, Hardcase,” Kenobi continues, tilting his head.

“Thank you, sir. Run a probe with some white and a little metallic gold through the wet paint, gets it to streak so the shine looks real.”

General Skywalker is starting to do that thing where he puffs up like an angry coppi lizard and splutters furiously while he tries to think of something else to be upset about. He can hear Fives rolling his eyes from the opposite side of the transport. General. Honestly. If you’re trying to keep a relationship secret, openly displaying your klik-wide jealous streak is not how you do it.

“The 212’s is worse, anyway,” Kenobi muses idly, as Hardcase carefully adds the supposedly “very distinctive” freckle high on the Senator’s hip, just below the split in her modified favorite Council dress. Skywalker starts to go wide-eyed at that, because his sabacc face out of genuine combat is complete sleenshit, and startles when his master continues.

“She’s on the 212th transport too?!”

“Of course not, don’t be ridiculous. We can’t have duplicates, that defeats the purpose,” Kenobi says, in that too-reasonable tone he takes on when he’s deliberately fucking with his former Padawan.

“'Cept Master Ti,” Echo yells, from somewhere inside the paneling he and Rex had been working on.

“Except Master Ti, yes,” Kenobi agrees, and shrugs. “But that’s to be expected. Rather like how so many people have that arm tattoo of a heart with the ribbon that says ‘Mom’.”

Rex personally knew of at least eight other clones that had that exact tattoo, though the ribbon was usually striped like Master Ti’s headtails, and nods agreeably. That seems to have sufficiently diverted Skywalker, or at least confused him.

“Then how is it worse?” Skywalker asks, a little desperately, then his face lights up completely with slightly malicious anticipation. “Is it the Duchess?!”

Oh boy. Rex looks up at Hardcase, who is biting down on his paint-splattered fist to keep from laughing, as General Kenobi gets that look.

“Certainly not,” Kenobi says sternly, and waits a full beat to drop his bombshell. “It’s me.”

Skywalker just stares.

“Though I’m reasonably certain Duchess Kryze had something to do with it, given the way I’m half falling out of my robes.”

Now he looks vaguely green.

“Or it’s some perverse joke of Master Windu’s. It seems his style. Cody refuses to tell me.”

And before Skywalker can come up with anything else to protest, Kenobi adds:

“Besides, Senator Amidala loves it. Hers, I mean. I haven’t asked her about mine.”

Apparently even Jedi can choke on air when sufficiently surprised. But really, where did he think they’d gotten the preliminary sketches from?

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Current working theory on why Rex hesitated and Cody didn’t during O66 is that Ashoka’s status of technically-not-a-Jedi allowed Rex a moment of, like, cognitive dissonance whereas Obi-Wan is one of the Jedi-est Jedi to ever Jedi

Being a Cody fan and living in a different timezone is wild bc every Wednesday, we have to frantically open tumblr and check the Commander Cody tag just to see whether he’s in the new TBB episode bc we can’t watch it yet. The panic felt for those few seconds while the app loads is insane.

rwrb quotes that make me go feral:

Alex throws his head back and laughs handsomely, loud and false. "Go fuck yourself"

"Hardly enough time", Henry says

(page 36)

"I had a magazine with his face on it at my desk, once, because I was in it and he happened to be on the cover.

"You stared at it for an hour"

(page 59)

He stares at the screen, at his own message, for a few seconds too long, suddenly afraid it was a stupid thing to say. He shakes his head, puts the phone down. Locks it. Changes his mind, picks it up again. Unlocks it. Sees the little typing bubble on Henry's side of the conversation. Puts the phone down. Looks away. Looks back. [...]

He would really appreciate it if Henry would stop proving him wrong.

(page 72)

"Okay", Alex says.

"Okay", Henry agrees.

"Okay", Alex says again.

(page 83)

"Christ, you are as thick as it gets", he says, and he grabs Alex's face in both hands and kisses him

(page 107)

In his head, he tries to cobble a list together in a panic, gets as far as, One, Henry's lips are soft, and short-circuits

(page 108)

and texts Alex at weird hours of the night: You're a mad, spiteful, unmitigated demon, and I'm going to kiss you until you forget how to talk

(page 158)

Alex's heart goes so fucking weird that he has to put his head in his hands for a full minute

(page 160)

He rolls onto his stomach, considers, and very deliberately says "Baby".

It's become a thing: baby. He knows it's become a thing. He's slipped up and accidentally said it a few times, and each time Henry positively melts and Alex pretends not to notice, but he's not above playing dirty here.

There's a slow hiss of an exhale across the line, like air escaping through a crack in the windows.

(page 166)

"I miss you", Alex says before he can stop himself.

He instantly regrets it, but Henry says, "I miss you too"

(page 173)

And through it all, Alex realizes with a start: He has friends now

(page 201)

I'll be damned but I miss you

(page 203)

"And you are good. Most things are awful most of the time, but you're good"

[...]

Henry kisses his mouth over and over again and says quietly, "You are good"

(page 230)

"Oh my God, I thought you were getting into international relations or something"

"I mean, technically-"

"If you finish that sentence, I'm gonna spend tonight in jail"

(page 233)

"Would it make any difference at all if I told you not to see him again?"

"No"

(page 234)

History, huh? Bet we could make some

(page 241)

Should I tell you that when we're apart, your body comes back to me in dreams? That when I sleep, I see you, the dip of your waist, the freckle above your hip, and when I wake up in the morning, it feels like I've just been with you, the phantom touch of your hand on the back of my neck fresh and not imagined? That I can feel your skin against mine, and it makes every bone in my body ache? That, for a few moments, I can hold my breath and be back there with you, in a dream, in a thousand rooms, nowhere at all?

(page 242)

Goddamn, I love him. It keeps coming back to him, and it's getting harder to look into Henry's soft smiles and not say it.

(page 261)

"So glad you flew here to insult me-"

"I fucking love you, okay?, Alex half yells, finally, irreversibly

(page 271)

He tells his too-fast brain: Don't miss it this time. He's too important

(page 275)

When Alex was a kid, before anyone knew his name, he dreamed of love like it was a fairy tale, as if it would come sweeping into his life on the back of a dragon one day. When he got older, he learned about love as a strange thing that could fall apart no matter how badly you wanted it, a choice you make anyway. He never imagined it'd turn out he was right both times

(page 280)

At cruising altitude, he takes the chain off his neck and slides the ring next to the old house key. They clink together gently as he tucks them both under his shirt, two homes side by side

(page 291)

I thought, if someone like that ever loved me, it would set me on fire

(page 300)

"You and me and history, remember? I'm never gonna love anybody in the world like I love you. So, I promise you, one day we'll be able to just be"

(page 312)

on the map of you, my fingers can always find the green hills, wales. cool waters and a shore of white chalk. the ancient part of you carved out of stone in a prayerful circle, sacrosanct. your spine's a ridge i'd die climbing

(page 320)

He takes a breath. "But the thing is, jumping off cliffs is kinda my thing. That's the choice. I love him, with all that, because of all that. On purpose. I love him on purpose"

(page 344)

He called Henry the North Star once. That wasn't bright enough

(page 399)

He would have taken Henry's face in both hands and kissed him hard and deep and on purpose and said, "Take anything you want and know you deserve to have it"

(page 407)

Henry's smiling so wide and bright that Alex thinks his heart's going to break trying to hold the size of this entire moment, the completeness of it, a thousand years of history swelling inside his rib cage

(page 414)