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Part 1/7 - Next

Track: ‘This Is War’ - Thirty Seconds to Mars

Rex’s general, his friend and brother, was laying beaten and broken below him. Anakin had done everything he could, had done everything right, and in those last moments realized that he was still in the wrong. That if he was the one to kill Palpatine it would be in hate, and that the war would never end as a vindictive evil was born. Anakin would lose everything he was, become everything he hated. And it was with shaking hands he had lowered his saber from the Sith Lords neck.

The former chancellor barely hesitated a second. As soon as he realized Anakin had managed to hang on his light Palpatine had struck him down in a blaze of lightning; and Anakin now clung to a life he felt he didn’t deserve at Rex’s feet, amongst the ash and carnage of Mustafar.

The battle around them continued to rage as everyone, Jedi, friends, brothers, continued falling left and right. Rex could see Palpatine slowly recovering atop the factory, his cackling seeming to resonate over the entire battlefield. He had won. The chosen one had failed, and Palpatine could feel the hope, the light, draining from the galaxy.

Rex gasped and turned away, eyes meeting Ahsoka's. They were worn, older than they should ever be. The white of her montrals was a mess, and her face pale, but she fought on and Rex found it in himself to feel proud of who she had become despite everything. Even now he could see her thinking, trying to find a solution. Her eyes suddenly closed and after a breath she seemed to have found one.

In him.

“Rex,” she rasped, face suddenly lighting up. “Rex, this isn’t our fight. It’s yours.”

Rex stared at her, instinctively going to argue before something stopped him. The world around him seemed to become muted, and a tug, or a pressure, something in him was insisting she was right. It whispered assurance like the Jedi, laughed like his brothers, and gave him hope like his sister before him now, with her eyes as sure as beskar.

He felt himself hold out his hand, and her lightsaber was placed firmly in it. Then he was bending down and picking up Anakin's from where it was gathering ash beside him. And as Rex took a breath the whole world came flooding back, showing Ahsoka had run to the cliff edge. 

“Ready?” she shouted.

Maybe it was nerves, but Rex couldn’t help the small laugh. “To be thrown? Never." He ignited the lightsabers. They hummed in unison in his hands as if they were singing a song he had heard before, from a brother he loved like a son. And Rex spared a small thought that perhaps Fives was still with him, fighting as hard as ever. “But to be free? More then.” 

And this is why I could never be the hero

some might think i just have a bad boy/rebellion complex for shipping hermione w mostly slytherins & being an absolute sucker for gray/dark hermione...... but here’s the real reason!!!!!

(saw this on Strictly Dramione facebook group)

She is wearing a unicorn and rainbow shirt!!!!

Tradition

Something had changed.

Lena could sense it, in the kisses and the small touches, in the way Kara would watch her in the mornings as Lena slowly woke. Her girlfriend had grown more pensive, looking at Lena with curious eyes - a touch of stress on her brow.

“Are you alright?” Lena murmured one morning, as Kara brushed a stray lock of hair behind Lena’s ear.

“Yeah,” Kara said, pressing her lips briefly against Lena’s, “Just thinking.”

---

Lena tried to let it go.

There was no real worry inside her. It did bother her, an itch somewhere in her mind, that Kara was holding something back. But this wasn’t like before - there was no fear or loneliness or distrust. She knew she loved Kara; she knew Kara loved her. That was all that mattered.

But she was certainly curious.

Luckily, there was always work to do to distract herself. Running the Foundation, tweaking experiments in the Tower, being a voice in Kara’s ear when the hero went out to fight. Plenty to keep herself busy in the day, before she and Kara went home at night. She could be patient.

It only took a few weeks for Kara to say something, on the couch one evening. “I promised you I would be open with you,” Kara said.

Lena glanced up, reaching her arm across to give Kara’s hand a light squeeze. “I promised that too.”

“What if I’m not supposed to be?”

Lena frowned curiously. “Kara, what’s going on?”

“It’s nothing bad,” Kara emphasized, “I just- I don’t understand Earth romance. We didn’t have that on Krypton. Parts of it are still a little alien to me.”

“Okay,” Lena mulled, trying to understand, “We can- we can talk about it? We can slow down-”

“I don’t want to slow down,” Kara said emphatically.

“What do you mean?”

Kara eyed Lena for a moment, then glanced down to her lap, shifting shyly. “If you want to spend the rest of your life with someone, shouldn’t you talk about it first?” Kara asked, “Shouldn’t they decide that together? How do you make it… a surprise?”

Oh, Lena thought, her heart fluttering lighter as she realized the source of Kara’s concern, she wants to propose.

It brought a smile to Lena. She wants to propose…

Lena leaned forward, brushing her lips to Kara’s, trying to soothe the blonde’s confusion. “We’ve talked about our lives together,” she murmured against Kara’s lips, “What we want to do, how we want to live, what it will be like to grow old. Those are the things that are important to me.”

She could feel the tension in Kara’s body dissipate, as Kara wrapped her arms around Lena, kissing her back. Lena felt herself melt into Kara’s embrace as the ardor grew, leaving thoughts of the future for some other time.

---

“Could I fly you somewhere?” Kara asked one Saturday night.

Lena looked up from the couch, where she had settled in to read a book after dinner that evening. She took in Kara’s expression, watching as the blonde fidgeted shyly. Oh, Lena thought, trying not to smile, “Sure.”

Still in her pajamas - not that she minded - Lena and Kara went out to the balcony. “I’d like to blindfold you first,” Kara said shyly, and Lena nodded. The scrap of cloth went around her eyes, and she felt as Kara’s hands directed her closer, before Kara scooped her up into her arms.

She wondered how far Kara would take her, but she didn’t ask. The cool breeze of the night was a welcome relief from the warm day, and they quickly found themselves descending.

Still blindfolded, Lena felt as Kara gently set her on the ground. Blankets?, Lena thought, now sitting somewhere outside, feeling the warm and fuzzy bedding against the palms of her hands, when did she set this up…

The blindfold lifted from her face.

Lena looked around. She was indeed in a nest of blankets, giving her cozy warmth on that cool night. Her eyes drifted to the Irish pastries and wine near her feet, two glasses sitting neatly next to one another.

She glanced up, gasping softly at what lay ahead - a lake, blanketed in night, with an array of trees and stars behind it. The reservoir, she realized, recognizing their picnic spot as one she and Kara had been to a dozen times before. A place that had grown fond to them, despite their terrifying first night there.

“When I came to Earth,” Kara said nervously, kneeling next to Lena, “Everything was new, and strange. People talked about all sorts of beliefs, different types of magic. There were so many cultural practices, so many languages. It felt like I landed on hundreds of planets at once.”

Lena placed a gentle hand on Kara’s arm.

“I didn’t understand romantic love,” Kara continued, eyes glancing up to meet Lena’s, “But I started to feel it, fragments of that spark, figuring out what it meant. And then I found you, Lena. And I realized something important - that Krypton had hidden more than one type of magic.”

Lena smiled, already feeling the sting of tears in the corner of her eyes, emotion bubbling up in her chest.

“This was the place I realized it,” Kara said, looking out to the reservoir. “I was holding you above this lake, and I realized I could never let go.”

Kara hesitated, turning back towards Lena as a hand drifted to a pocket, and Kara pulled out a small black box to present to her girlfriend. “Lena Luthor,” Kara said, “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” Lena said, realizing her voice was thick with unshed tears, leaning forward to plant a kiss on Kara’s lips, “Yes, yes, yes,” she said over and over again, as Kara kissed her back, as the two pulled each other close.

When they finally broke apart, Lena laughed, as Kara struggled enthusiastically to get the ring box open, before finally sliding the ring on Lena’s finger.

Kara leaned forward again, brushing her lips one last time on Lena’s. “I hope I did that right,” she murmured.

“Darling, this was perfect,” Lena whispered back.

Just want to remind everyone of this

i love that in the “so uncivilized” story level in lego sw skywalker saga (aka the one where you get to be obi-wan and cody), at the start grevious calls obi-wan “jedi scum,” and cody says “i think he’s talking to you.” then at the end, grevious says “pathetic clone” and obi-wan says “he means you cody.”

like they’re mid battle against grevious and still teasing each other (flirting), it’s amazing

Or Church of Christ too

god avatrice really just hits different when you were raised catholic and had to repress all that longing for a girl’s love but now that you’ve accepted your queerness you’re obsessed with subverting catholic imagery and metaphors and using them to articulate your gay yearning 

Literally me 

Me at 14 years old playing as female Shepard in Mass Effect and realising I could romance Liara like

Do you think Plo Koon's mask also has a translator inside it which makes his language understandable in basic?

Because being rather reptilian/insectoid in appearance, I assume that their main method of communication is probably screeching and clicks, rumbles and vibrations.

Also because:

Plo: ... and once Wolffe, Sinker and I give the signal, we will... *mask crackles, unintelligible screeching noises*

*Plo stops talking, adjusts his mask and tries again*

Plo: *more screeching*

Shinies: *horrified whimpering*

Plo: *sad eyes at Wolffe*

Wolffe: *rolls eyes* The General is having translation issues. What he said was 'once we give to signal, you are to advance and rendezvous with us at the marked co-ordinates'. Understood?

Plo: *gentle clicking noises*

Wolffe: And... *sighs* he says he's proud of us.

Everyone else: *stunned silence*

Plo: *soft screech*

Wolffe: *glaring at him* Really, General? Do I have... Ugh, fine. And the General says he... loves us... *blushes furiously*

Plo: *delighted clicking noises*

AO3 under a DDoS attack, it’s like I’m back on a windows 95 with dial up internet.