Hunter: I Don’t Know What To Do! I’ve Never Been A Parent

-tbb s2 spoilers-

"Well, you know what makes us different from battle droids? We make our own decisions. Our own choices. And... we have to live with them too."

as the effects of the inhibitor chips start wearing off, clones (some of em at least) begin to realise what they've done and what they're doing now.

he remembers.

i absolutely loved this episode, crosshair really needs a mentor and that could've been cody, although he did the right thing by leaving AND HE'S OFF TO FIND KENOBI YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE unless they actually executed him silently which would be HORRIBLE.

and 32 rotations? what the FUCK crosshair how did you even manage to survive in there

here’s a flashback in a film reel to ONE YEAR ago when our folklorian fam took home album of the year at the GRAMMYs! ✨ this is us trying to pretend it hasn’t been that long 🥲

📸: Kevin Mazur

One of my favourite things about canon compliant codywan is how it makes anakin comparatively SO high strung. Like Obi-Wan is just chillin with his low-key lover, having tea, meanwhile Anakin is CONSTANTLY fretting and resentful and angsting over his wife. O66 happens, and Obi-Wan's partner gets mind controlled and he just gets on with things and tries to save Anakin. Anakin meanwhile is self-fulfilling-prophecy-ing his way to a dead wife and the dark side.

They are not the same.

This Love (My version!) is out & I’m currently reliving the 1989 tour in my head and spiraling, it’s fine http://taylor.lnk.to/thislovetv

Take several seats because “You Need To Calm Down” came out 3 YEARS AGO TODAY! In case you needed a reminder, we all got crowns, so show us yours 👑🌈 taylor.lnk.to/yntcd

“slow-burn” “friends to lovers” “childhood friends” like just say youre demiromantic and move on

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?

my toxic trait is becoming more obsessed with something than the person who recommended it to me

Soon. ❤️💙❤️💙

after finding out neil’s identity <3

Kevin [whispering]: i don’t think we can mansplain, manipulate or manslaughter our way out of this one

Andrew [cracking his knuckles]:

Andrew: malewife it is