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Kaas City shines in the rain.

The Republic news always shows it as grim and forbidding, endlessly smothered by floods. But anyone who’s lived here knows the city was built to be beautiful in a downpour. Gutters made of strengthened glass, refracting light into shining patterns as the water courses through them; funnels and spouts that catch the rain it trickles down buildings, channelling it into fountains.

Lana shines in the rain, too. But then, Lana always shines.

Neyna doesn’t bother to hide her smile as she leads Lana out onto the balcony of her apartment. This feels like the right place to talk: appropriately dramatic, what with the drumming of the rain on the canopy above their heads, and the city a shimmering artwork all around them. And here, she gets to see Lana in the light of the city. See the highlights and shadows thrown over her face. It’s a breathless experience – even though her robes are soaked and her hair’s sticking to her face – and Neyna very badly wants to kiss her.

She wonders if Lana has noticed her repeated glances towards her lips. Probably. Hopefully.

‘You didn’t have to come here in this downpour,’ Neyna says, leaning against the parapet. ‘Or if you did, you could have taken a taxi with a roof.’

‘I took the first one I saw as soon as I learned you were home.’ Lana smiles, and stars, Neyna will never get over what that does to her insides. ‘I wanted to see you as soon as I could. Besides, you didn’t have to buy me flowers, either.’

She’s still holding them, a explosion of amber-coloured petals – which, Neyna is delighted to see, match her eyes perfectly. ‘I did, really. It seems like the least kind of apology I can make for apparently-dying on you. And for taking so long to let you know I was alive.’

Lana is silent for a moment, her fingers twining around the flower stems. Then she says, ‘I missed you.’

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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

The struggle is real (x)

— Luke Skywalker

My new favorite picture ever ❤️

Fanfiction is becoming people’s primary form of entertainment right now because most media right now is so cheap, bland, recycled, and sponsored by people who love money more than the source material. Fanfiction is written for free by people who genuinely love what they’re writing about. That’s why it’s better. That’s why it’s more satisfying. Fanfiction is a home-cooked meal made for yourself and for your friends. Media today is junky fast food spoiled by too much grease and the knowledge that the people producing it are being criminally mistreated and underpaid. 

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Track: ‘Enemy’ - Tommee Profitt, Beacon Light, Sam Tinnesz

Commander Fox figured he couldn’t become any more scared than he was now, having just watched Quinlan Vos take a grenade for him. He had felt that grip of fear so many times reading reports of his brothers, missing or in critical condition and wondering if he would ever see them again. But watching Quinlan throw himself at an explosive headed directly for Fox was surely some sort of peak, Fox believing he was about to witness the man he had come to love be blown apart in front of him.

Even now, knowing that Quinlan had used the force to redirect most of the shrapnel and part of the blast, Fox was still constricted in the feeling. Quinlan stood shakily, bracketed by Fox and his fellow guard brothers as they worked to keep him alive; though the Jedi still insisted on helping fight, and Fox was certain that if they lived through this then he had finally faced the worst. 

But kriff if his brothers were not always determined to prove him wrong. 

Fox could only watch in horror as Palpatine, the man who had abused him, ignored him, manipulated everyone and turned his family against him, was now slashing at those same brothers with a manic and pure evil Fox knew all too well. Though it wasn’t until Gree came sailing out of seemingly nowhere that Fox realized what was happening.

You have to be with them.

Suddenly his fear was dissolving in a flare of vicious love. His brothers wouldn’t make it without him. That cut to Wolffe's thigh would leave him too exposed, Ponds seemed just a bit too slow to be safe, and that fury Cody carried had him cutting it close. He knew it like it was all he could be, the feelings threatening to overtake him.

His brothers needed him. And he was done letting Palpatine stop him from being there.

The sudden grip on his arm brought him back to his present like a splash of cool water, and Quinlan's tear streaked face came into view. “Promise me,” he gasped as Fox let him lean into him for a moment. “Promise you’ll come back.”

To me.

Fox felt his anger at Palpatine recede. That final hate was now replaced by the love he had carefully built with the man before him, and it was in this new calm that Fox felt more sure than ever; more safe and determined then any moment before. He was at peace with what needed to be done. Taking the now offered saber, he let his hand rest a moment over Quinlan's and then pressed their foreheads together. Even with the helmet Fox could feel the connection between them, as if he was actually able to sense the Force.

And for once, maybe he could.

“I promise cyare, win or lose, I will find you.”

Quinlan heaved in a breath. “Then go, and beat the ever loving sithspit out of him for me.”

“Oh, happily.”

Just want to remind everyone of this