#its abt the Unity man.

[granolawriting]

How abt one where Joel misses the reader sm soo he comes to meet her very late at night they both drink leading to smut cause ofc 😭😏 and maybe in the middle joel makes a vid of them but he didn’t remember it cause he was drunk and later after a week or soo he discovers it idk something like that 😫

pairing: NSFW!reader x no breakout!Joel

Summary: Joel brings over liquor and a smile, a situation synonymous for whats to become of every few months of your life filled with drunken sex and family dinners with him. And as you hear the infamous knock upon your door once more, you fall for his southern charm once more.

Content warning: dom!Joel, drunken sex, doggystyle, video without permisson, rough fucking, porn with a little plot, cumming inside, praise, pet names (sweetheart, darling, doll), "good girl", long haired joel because I say so!!!, age gap (obviously..)

word count: 2.8k

A/N: thank you for this request!!! my first Joel req.. of many I hope hehe. I have a special place in my heart for drunk Joel, probably for reasons I shouldent. But I digress, very fun to write :)) I hope you enjoy!

The clacking of your keyboard brings noise to an otherwise quiet evening within your home, finishing up work on your computer was the only thing that troubled your mind at what the clock shone as 12 into the night. 

A ring of your doorbell catches you off focus for a moment. There was no means for a package to arrive or even people for that matter. It was far too late for any reasonable person to be out and especially at your door. Fear overtakes you for just a moment before curiosity outweighs it and the sudden urge to stay where you are is replaced by the insatiable one to see what lies on the other side of the door. 

You check the phone that had been charging at a port out of your line of sight to be greeted by absolutely nothing, zero clue into what the meaning of this visit could entail. 

The creak of the door upon your hands opening its knob do you watch as it reveals a certain Joel upon the other side of the door. Facing him as he faces you, a selfish smile coating his face as he grips within his hand some nondescript black plastic bag. 

Looking upon Joel did you notice the clothes, and general demeanor he held. With salt and pepper hair grown out slightly, traces of product line it's ends as they clump together to create some semblance of unity as they fall upon his face, the gruff lines and wear of an older man are what you find beneath the strands of hair-- a grin complimented by a short and kempt beard. The clothing upon his body was all worn, but good quality. Red plaid complimenting his undershirt as a worn brown leather jacket works as his outer jacket. Dark levis that signified one of his better-dressed pants, as the stains of work grow more apparent upon the lighter colors he chooses for jeans. His belt was fashioned to fit the precise mold of his body with the crease of the belt hole he uses every morning having considerably more wear than the rest of the belt. 

“Hey sweetheart.” 

A compelling southern drawl complimenting a sly smile was almost enough for you to entertain this interaction with outright positivity. 

“Joel, what are you doing at my place this late. Don't you have work in the morning?”

“Got the day off. But I'm flattered yer lookin out for me darlin. Came by just to say hi, that such a crime?” 

He lets himself into your home as the sloshing of the bag he held within his fingers becomes more curious. 

“You at least gonna tell me what's in the bag? Or is that also none of my business.” 

You cross your arms in an attempt at anger, though fall short as he sees right through you, as he always has been able to. 

Two bottles clash with the top of your wooden table providing a clink to follow what he says; 

“Thought we could share a drink, you and I. like old times ‘member?” 

Memories of the ‘old times’ flood your memories as blurs of sloppy kisses and drunken love fill your mind, the reminders of all the times you and he have had together, and all the times you have not had together. The relationship between you and him was special to say the least. He was no boyfriend, but he was definitely not just some kind of fuck buddy. Or was he? There had been times you took care of Sarah, taken her to games, but there had also been times when there was no communication for weeks on end. It all depended on if you guys just showed up at one another's door. All oftentimes ignited by a simple drink, would it grow into flame of passion that extinguished within the coming months to be done once more after well enough time away. 

It was very toxic, sure. But for someone like Joel, part of you was compelled to believe you could just deal. You didn't mind it.

“Well if the drinks are free, I can't say no. and free delivery, now that's something special.” 

You teased with him a moment, as it wasn't discernable what kind of night it was going to be yet. Some nights you and Joel stayed up until the early morning talking about life, the way you two felt about the world and so on. Other times, the early mornings greeted you with a lot less of a profound means for staying awake. 

“You know that's my specialty.” 

He stands to grab glasses from your cabinet, the muscle memory he holds of knowing exactly where they are making a swift shift from shelf to table as he proceeds to pour you a glass. 

… 

The night grows dark as the two of you grow to run out of things to catch up on. Learning about Sarah's most recent academic achievement, or what sport she's picked to do for this spring. He tells you about the things going on at his work, trying to dumb it down but never quite making it understandable regardless. You tell him how your work goes, trying to not mention any school you may still engage in as a means to not remind him how old he is or how the gap in your age could be equally compared to that of the entire rule of certain kings throughout history. 

You grasp at things to say near the end of your last story. Realizing nothing already said can follow up, leading to a lapse of silence to overtake you two as liquor fills your system looked within his dark eyes as they stare back at you. 

“Know what, fuck it.” 

Joel mutters before pushing all casualty and simple conversation out the window as the tension building up inside of him grew too hard to bear. It seemed as if he was just looking, praying for a quiet moment so he had the means to pounce on you. He didn't properly care about any work you had due, as he watched the pink of your lips as they moved with the sound of your voice, the hair upon your head falling into your face and watching sloppy fingers push it behind your ears. The way your chest poured out of the top you wore and above all else, the look within your eyes that yearned and pleaded for the exact same thing. 

He almost jumped on you, the passion deep within his heart that sunk to his legs as he brought himself from the seated table to your left sounds of wood clashing against wood and a disruption in all the items upon the table you two sat at he brought himself closer to you in one move. He knocks you off your own chair in the process, as the two of you fall onto the floor in a fit of passion as his lips interlock with mine. 

“You don't know how fuckin badly I’ve been missin this darlin”

Is muttered as he lay above you, his arms now holding your wrists to the floor as he looks you up and down. He goes into your neck, licking it up and down as his sloppy movements and tongue coat your whole neck with the sensitive kisses bites of his drunken fervor. His hand releases from the right side of your wrist as it traces down your body, his knee propped up against the left side of you he stables himself to feel your body with his hand. Groping your chest desperately as you feel calloused hands trail under your shirt and across your waist. Sloppy grabbing at every part of your naked body as he moves from your neck to your lips once more. Forcing his tongue down your throat as every move he makes is made with unparalleled desperation. 

He lets up for a moment, breath heavy and sweat coating his face as the clothes he wears begin to heat him up. Realizing that you watch him straddled on top of you as he removes his jacket, followed by the unbuttoning of his flannel to reveal the muscle he held underneath. You watched as his chest went up and down to match the sound of his breath as he looked upon you. 

Part of you grows desperate as well, as your now free hands trail to the only part of him that still stays dressed, his pants. Moving fingers to trace the creases and lines of his jeans, slowly going closer to the growing bulge in his pants. Playfully toying with it, getting just close enough to it but never exactly where he’d want you to. 

You watch as every move you make brings him even more tense, small groans are to escape him as you move a single finger over his bulge and you watch as he throws his hands on the sides of the floor next to you. your faces now an inch apart he whispers within your ear;

“Nows not the time to be playin with me sweeheart. Theres no reason I wouldn't turn you right around and fuck you myself now is there?” 

You stay silent for a moment, but he grabs your jaw and asks again. 

“Is there, darlin’?” 

You shake your head no, unable to muster up a word as your arousal turns you into silent awe at the sight of him. Though with his suggestion you allow yourself to thereafter be moved by his hands onto your stomach, leaving your back completely vulnerable to him. You hear what is the clink of his belt as he struggles to get it off in desperation and with the drop of it across the room thereafter. You hear the zipper of his pants signify their drop as well, watching his phone fall to the side of you in the process. 

He removes your shorts and underwear at the same time to reveal just your ass below him as he straddles your lower legs. Feeling as his hands toy with your ass, moving it and smacking it as he wished. 

Though without much more time wasted, you hear a spit into his hand that undoubtedly coated his cock, as you felt his heat meet yours as he teased it between your folds for a moment before entering you. 

He enters you with a long groan, as he goes in and out of you with no pace and little regard for going slow. The first few thrusts are slow and intentional, but he grows much more sloppy with no time. 

He leans his body to curve on top of yours as you lay on the floor with your knees only to prop up an easier means for him to enter you. He begins to bite your ear, groans and whispering into your ear praise and curse words;

“Fuck hnm, darlin’ you’re so fuckin tight for me. Oh my god ya feel so good fer me. You’re my good girl takin it like you should.” 

His drawl comes out even more when he's drunk, he humps you as you feel his breath hitch and grow uneven on the side of your neck. Though he centers himself once more, this time using only one hand to hold you as to hold you still as he fucks into you. His forearm crossed above your chest, feeling the muscle of his bicep on the side of your arm and the thickness of his forearm grip you as he moves in and out of you. 

“Do you like that huh? Tha way I'm fuckin ya? Arent you my good fuckin girl?” 

He demands a response, to a pleading and moaning mess in your reply as you utter out the words;

“Yes, yes I'm you’re good girl. Please, don't stop please” 

“I could never stop when you feel this fuckin good. God I'm,” 

He falls into grunts as he tries to keep his body straight as he fucks into you with even more desperation as you can feel him growing close by just the feeling of him inside of you. And before you know it you feel a final groan escape him that follows hot fluid shoot deep inside of you as he rides out his full orgasm feeling you contract on top of him, your body desperate to keep in every drop. 

Falling onto the floor, he lays beside you in a sweating, breathless mess as you lay there the same. For a moment you and him look at one another and smile, before you both get up once more to clean each other off, and go in for a shower before you two share a bed for the night. God knows how late it even is now. 

---

“Hey doll, ya know where I left my phone?” 

A voice wakes you up, one of a fully dressed Joel who apparently, is about to leave. 

“Aw, not staying for breakfast?” 

You tease, letting yourself get up a bit and stretching to orient yourself to the morning. 

“Would love to, but Sarah's gotta short day at school today. Hows about ya come over fer dinner tonight? Our treat.”

He shines you an old smile, and your heart melts the same way it's done every time past. 

“Then it's a date. Last I saw, your phone was on the floor in my living room.” 

Pointing him to that direction, he exclaims to have found it, and to follow you hear and opening and shutting of a door to signify that once more, you are alone. Beginning your morning routine you spend some time moving things around mentally, seeing what to do with the day since you now have plans in the evening.

---

Joel stops his car within his driveway, checking the time he realizes he’s much earlier than he expected himself to be. He has around 3 hours to kill before a little girl will be waiting for his beat-up car to take her home early, the best day to ever befall a girl or so it seemed to her. Walking within his home he drops keys into an empty bowl, kicking off heavy boots so the creaking within his home subsides to a much lighter and more sparse sound than that of heavy boots clanking on the soft wooden floors. He sits upon the green couch in his living room, turning on the tv he devises to text you something as a means to make up for the abrupt departure the night before. Though as he opens his phone, it opens to the photo gallery where a new video seems to have been added. 

Oh my god. 

He clicks on it with hesitant hands, and as he does his mind is brought back to a night he failed to properly remember. 

“Do you like that huh? Tha way i'm fuckin ya? Arent you my good fuckin girl?” 

“Yes, yes i'm you’re good girl. Please, don't stop please” 

He feels himself grow at the sight of what's on his phone. 

A video, of last night? 

He never remember taking something like this. Let alone ever saving it. But as he watched as he came inside of you, hearing your begs and pleas for his cock it aroused him in a way he couldn't suppress. As the video ended he lay dumbfounded for a moment. Curious about what to do with such a video. But as he looks at the replay button upon his phone the only thing that fuels him is unquenchable lust. 

Unbuckling his belt once more, he unzips his pants to reveal his hard member once more. Sitting upon that couch does he replay the video. Slowly touching himself at the sight of your body. Watching the way your ass moved on his cock, the way your waist looked curved to get the most pleasure out of his cock. He watched the way you bounced on and off him, the way your body looked gripped by his arm and the desperation that coated your voice as every thrust inside of you elicited a scream or a moan. 

He was obsessed, entranced with watching over and over again as he made you cum, as he came inside of you. And as the pace of his hand around his cock grew faster, it was before he knew it that he finished with closed eyes and a heavy groan once more. 

After cleaning himself up and changing, he looks at the video on his phone once more. Curious of what to do with it. He thinks for a moment, but as a smile creeps upon his face he knows exactly what to do with it. 

“Wanted ta’ let you know I just had a little fun with this. You look fuckin’ amazing darlin’. Might hafta do this more often.” 

*video attached* 

#joel x reader #joel miller #tlou #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #smut #fanfiction #joel tlou #joel smut #joel fanfic #tlou smut #tlou fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro x reader #x reader #the last of us #the last of us fanfiction

[fainthedcherry]

When I was a child in 2013, visiting Nickelodeon's site and finding a treasure-trove of Spongebob, Winx and TMNT flash games was like magic to me. BUT MAN. The TMNT flash games are one of the best ever to me I've played in my life. (on an aesthetic stand-point! Turtle Tactics and Dark Horizons are so awesome man, legendary flash games to me.)

Since I am utterly autistic about 4 green alien turtles and their rat dad...Here we are again. With me posting OC cringe 2016 me would've killed myself over :V (cry about it 11 yo/ me, afraid of cringe culture back then, it's DEAD NOW)

Gonna sneak-post my redo of that ancient drawing I did of Alex 2 years ago, for the base-post : D

2 years ago, I used flashpoint to replay it for the first time in years and I remember crying of glee LOL (I still play Dark Horizons and turtle tactis to this day btw). I played Dark Horizons and Turtle Tactics and also TMNT: Throw Back (NO I DID NOT NAME THIS LIKE A MEME THIS IS ITS NAME. I STILL BURST INTO LAUGHTER LIKE A CHILD OVER THE NAME AGING POORLY DUE TO INTERNET LINGO)

Those 2 flash games are just so...Technically advanced?? For its time?? LIKE A FULLY FLEDGED 3D FLASH GAME WITH UNITY ENGINE BASIS? DAMN. And then Dark Horizons? CHEF'S KISS I LOVE THAT GAME SO MUCH. AESTHETICALLY AND THE COMBAT FEELS RLLY NICE TO ME IMO, AND JUST...Everything about THAT flash game, god TIMELESS CLASSIC I COULD YAP ON FOR HOURS ABOUT THIS NO JOKE.

I am enthralled by the designs and art of Dark Horizons, it's why I made this drawing. The game just..Speaks to me on so many levels. IT'S JUST SO PLEASING TO SEE ALL THE ARTWORK I EXTRACTED. As far to my knowledge- it never got released, so I might make a post of just a few favourites I liked from the game. :D

I just wonder if I can post those in the first place, it's after all, not my artwork, from a flash game, and TMNT, so yeah, legal IP and stuff. I unfortunately don't know who the artist if of the flash games, but if I can find that out via googling or digging for credits in the game or the files, I'll see if I can credit them, so that posting will be fairly accredited!!

OH YEAH RIGHT ALSO QUICK BANTER ABT ART SORRY I AM VERY PASSIONATE ABOUT THOSE FLASH GAMES AS YOU CAN TELL,,,

I studied the in-game sprites for a good few hours back then, and did my best to replicate it to the best of my abilities!! I think Mushu maybe could've been done better looking back at it, but I think it was the best that I could do back then. :D Plus, I remember being really happy, excited and proud of this piece, as it reflected something, my childhood self always wanted: For Alex to like.."fake" being an official character LOL. I had sooo many dreams where Alex was hanging out with the turtles and Ninjago and throwing in Power Rangers for good measure, just...Everything I liked as a child, I somehow connected in my dreams via either "OH YEAH THE RAINBOW FAIRY!" or "OH YEAH SUDDENLY PORTAL AND MY MARY-SUES JUST BRAVE IT WHILST THE OFFICIAL CHARACTERS DRAMATICALLY TELL THEM NOT TO GO"

^I had vivid and....Creative dreams as a child to say the least, sometimes even Darth Vader and Eggman appeared as the bad guys, despite TMNT and Power Rangers and Ninjago w/ the snakes and lord Garmadon or however you spell him (I never checked + I'm German so ofc his name might be different in english)- I- do I have to go on about the dreams I FULLY remember I had, as a 6-9 yo/, until I told myself at 10 how embarassing my dreams are and stopped doing so? I DIGRESS. I..Need to be more professional in these, instead of such pure fandom trash oml, I feel bad for whoever actually has to read through my blatant autistic interests as a child and thinking "wtf is he on about" dfgklfdg

ANYWAY NEKST POST IS THE BASE. I SWEAR. SORRY I LOVE RAMBLING

#digital art #artwork #art #artists on tumblr #character art #tmnt 2k12 #tmnt #tmnt oc #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt dark horizons #flash games #fainthed #fainthed cherry #o0CherryPie0o #Fainthed-Cherry #o0fainthedcherry0o

[peonycats]

What your favorite Indonesia ship says about you

a dear (indonesian btw) friend was kind enough to write this "what ur ship says abt u" indonesian edition, and im just posting it!

nethindo:

you like it problematic. or basic!

If you're indonesian you either just like this white guy or have some serious issues, esp if you make indonesia bottom (bombastic side eye)

if you're dutch you probably have some indonesian ancestry in you

indomal:

you're an enemies to lovers enjoyer

you at the very least keep up with the malaysian-indonesian twitter skirmishes

If you're malaysian you believe in Malay unity

if you're indonesian you enjoy a tsundere meow meow mal. or ur sumatran.

indophil:

ya like it vanilla

old classic BL enjoyer

malindophil revivalist

if ur a filipino u think of indonesia as philippines's closest sea neighbor <3

if ur indonesian u reciprocate that <333

indosg:

you want indomal without malaysia

old classic BL enjoyer (x2)

if ur indonesian or sgean you probably have family in the other country

thaindo:

you are a thailand and thai history enjoyer in general

you're into masc4masc and men with huge tits

you want indo to get topped by someone who isn't a white man

vietindo:

you are a tankie

u think they have similar personalities and its cute

you want viet to peg indonesia

rusindo:

you are a tankie (x2) specifically patsocs

you are fervently antiwest

you are probably indonesian and ship soekarno with nikita Khrushchev

indochu:

you are a tankie (x3) though more likely to be a dengist

you are fervently antiwest (x2)

jakarta-beijing proxy revivalist

if you're indonesian (which u prbly are) there's a significant chance ur chindo

#hws indonesia #aph indonesia #hetalia

[yermes]

Hello its night time for me so I hope all of you have brushed and flossed bc goddamn is dental work a nightmare

ANYWAYS I’ve gotten people asking me if im doing okay and IDK if I just changed as a person, im tired, need to get fucked (bc honestly at this point I might as well put my shit in a fedex package and mail it back to god) bad mental health, the horrors, etc. but I know you all can relate so heres a how am I coping with changing as a person while being faced with all this life craziness. 🧸

Pick a meme

Pick a card

Indolence 🐦‍⬛

Eight of cups, hod through water, Saturn 1. Pisces

Well I have bad news for ya. Its time to think about embracing the change. I know it’s terrifying start screaming and crying now bc I know I’ve been doing that shit. The shadow of this card has heavy insinuations of depression so of you need help look for someone to talk to this will be a rough adjustment and its hard to get through it alone.

The hanged man ♿️

Geburah to Hod, water, Uranus and Neptune

This card is representative as a turning point in your life. You need to take a step back look around you, look around at yourself suspended in air and unable to make a move without a plan. You are in a state of suspense. At this point you don’t HAVE to change but you are at risk of remaining stagnant and bitching abt it. Trust me Im a pro at bitching but take this time to make a next step.

Love 🫀

Chokmah through water, Venus 1. Cancer, Two of cups

This card above all represent duality, this card differs from the steady stream of one representing unity and represents a now unity within a difference. This could represent a friend and changes with people or a friend group. This could also represent needing a friend to cope with changes.

#suitlifeofgerm #askgerm #pick a card #daily card #pick a picture #magic #shadow work #PAC #tarotoftheday #nighly card #tarotofthenight

[iminthetunnels]

i read smthn so interesting on someone’s blog but it would be weird for me to reblog it. so i saved it as a draft. but i wanna rant abt it. i’m going to be all over the place and probably not make sense because it applies to me, and much so like everything else, my interpretations and assumptions and experiences in the situation all together.

when a man prioritizes a friendship relationship over a romantic relationship, i get bad feelings. not only do i feel as tho i take biblical words to heart and it resonates deeply within me, but a relationship with two people &god is focused on just that. and everything else will flow as a result. okay. so i do litwrally mean to put ur relationship first before anything, in order to maintain a partnership. this could be in business, family matters, child raising etc etc. without a strong family bond, what else can follow? and of course this is entirely from my perspective and experiences.

i never in my life thought to find love again. i couldn’t bear another anxiety ridden, sexually intense relationship where i didn’t truly find myself really loved, only desired when the time is right. and it disgusted me. i found faults in pursuing relationships, because no one listened, only lusted, only desired what i can bring to the table. which in a sense is normal. that’s fine, it’s a human desire to want someone commendable. i get that. i never thought to trust someone who i could pour my heart in both anger, disgust, just regular conversation, as well as love and commitment. i thought “i will do my best with my son and show him i choose him above all” which i do. which goes right back to my first paragraph. i think a relationship rooted in god, faithfulness, commitment, will overall be my end goal. it came so organically that i have hope once more. i promise u never have to settle, u never have to worry, u never have to feel that anxiety again when ur truly motivated and loved. and looked after truly. i also feel that, as a woman, in a society and country that does not value my work or love as a person, it can get very daunting and negative. i DO find myself resonating with other women who feel trapped by a male serving society. that’s not to say i hate being a mother, or i hate being a wife. i hate devoting my life. it goes right back to what so any WOMEN AND MEN FEEL, resentment for a subpar society. i refuse to make enemies with the opposite sex and blame them. it’s life making enemies with another race and blaming them. it gets us nowhere as a whole and unity should be our end goal. instead of fighting the common man, we should be standing up to oligarchs LMAOOOO lemme stop because i’ll sound rly crazy when i explain this next part. but it’s not me, you, or the next. that’s y i do stand for all. wont dismiss that certain ppl benefit from a society. but in that sentence on its own, they benefit from an established society. not one person

[inkstainedhandswithrings]

TBB S2 EP 8 SPOILERS BELOW CUT

frick man

OKAY HAPPY THOUGHTS FIRST HAPPY THOUGHTS FIRST

I love how when Rex called Echo was just like "jup on our way" even though Hunter was like ":/". He took charge and the rest of em just went with it. Love that for him

I KNOW THIS IS A DETAIL BUT THE FACT THAT REX IS WEARING ACTUAL BOOTS WITH HIS CIVVIE OUTFIT???? idk man just,,, cute

Also I was literally so worried for him during that shootout on the venator bc like,,, he don't have any armour anymore?? what if he gets shot?? (ik he has plot armour but I would love some real armour as well, thanks)

Chuchi was amazing!!!! I hope we get to see more of her!

In the end I did feel sorry for Rampart. Its true, he was following orders. He is just another plot device for the emperor to use so that his will is done. He wasn't innocent, but he was still made into a scapegoat

ALSO FCKING SHIT I HADE PALPATINE!!! Like, I knew the clones were gonna get decommissioned, but still, THEY ARE NOT DROIDS TO SIMPLY BE SHUT OFF!!

Am still loving the fact that Chuchi is fighting for their rights and how much "clone politics" we got these last two episodes. Makes me think that maybe Filoni was listening (makes me hope for canon Foxiyo ngl)

okay

sorta sad thoughts time now

gonna tag @saturn-sends-hugs bc I wanna see her opinion on this too :')

First of all, sorry friend ik you didn't want this to happen

I've seen this issue on tumblr a lot, of people being scared that Echo will leave and I've stayed quiet abt it till now

But I actually saw it coming and,,, I approve

I just think it's who Echo is. I think it's just so him to care about the future of all clones, to care about larger scale issues in the galaxy, to want to stay in the big fight. The batch "abandoned" the big issues in the galaxy a while ago, but I know Echo. He believed in the Republic more than most other clones. Sure, almost all of them fought for the Republic, but we all know there were certain clones more patriotic than others (like Jesse, Cody and Rex). There were certain clones who put more emphasis on loyalty than any other quality, and I think Echo was one of them. Still is. I knew he wouldn't be able to stay out of the fight for long, I knew he would eventually split off from the batch and I think that's okay. He and Hunter are different people, with different goals and different futures. And I'm a 100% they'll be reunited eventually, but as Echo said, this is something he has to do. This is who he is, at his core. It's not who Hunter is, it's not who the batch is. The Batch have always been slightly,,, detached from the other clones, while Echo was always focused on the big picture, the unity and brotherhood that the clones shared. It only makes sense for him to leave now.

Think abt the beginning of the episode, where he tells Omega he doesn't like being alone, he got enough of that on Skako. Goes to show how he was used to always being surrounded by brothers, how much he loved it and them. Why abondon them when they need him most?

That being said, I do hate that we'll likely see less of him now, especially after he got so little development in recent eps

I am hopeful, however, that maybe this means we get to see him working together with Rex and his development happing apart form the batch but still on screen. Either way, I stand by what I said. This is where Echo needs to be right now.

#this was #amazing #and painful #and incredible #and agonising #what an episode #star wars #the bad batch #captain rex #arc trooper echo #tbb echo #tbb s2 #tbb s2 spoilers #tbb spoilers

[r1kysblog]

Avatar ANG a character I've always seen as mirror of three every powerful yogis,krishna vasudeva, gautama Siddhartha, Adiyogi shiva,

In each of these three legendary being, are quality, potential and possibilities, that I think Ang has, that if he was a real being he would have sweep threw the yogic process of liberation with such ease that it would make buddha and krishna his equal,

Imma start by telling you abt each of these three characters, first up,

krishna, the lover, the prankster, the playful, the fighter, the kingmaker, the lawgiver, the statesman, krishna is know for his immense love, joy,happiness, bliss, everything abt him just screamed the highest form of pleasantness,

Gautama buddha, a yogi ova the mind, he's spent 6 years as a seeker on the yogic pass, it is in the tradition that realization is the goal, not attainment, in this awareness he set abt dispelling every form of inner constructs of the mind everything his mind created before he became a seeker he destroyed, and so one day under that now famous bodhhi tree he found peace of mind, thus liberation Nirvana

Adiyogi is significant to every human alive because this being is the first yogi. He is the man that opened all the gates to humankind, without him, we wouldn't have krishna, buddha, gorakh Nath, or other very power yogi, because of Adiyogi this earth has witnessed thousands of realized being, powerful people, beautiful people, glorious people,not just in India, spirituality is said to have be given to humanity threw the 7 sages or saptarishi, who are the deciple of shiva,

Now Ang, in my mind, I've seen Ang character, and I hear people say he's boring or two nice, but I don't think he's boring or just nice, to me he is one Hella guy, but like krishna, Ang has that type of love that can be playful, joyful, and compassionate, and so like krishna love, Ang love keeps him evolved with just abt anything, this right here, Ang ability to be evolved in the moment is what krishna life was all abt, but going threw life no matter what happens but with love in his heart, Ang love for katara is one krishna had to many people, there is a yogic process could bhakti yog, yoga of emotions or devotion, or to be devoid of oneself, soo I'd say falling in love, this here is a significant word, couse Ang fell hard to the point he denied his own cosmic nature for katara, this is someone who doesn't need a big idea abt who he is, as fare as he concerned he packed up full of love for her, like who the fk cares if you ain't got money or big brains or what, Ang knew love in all its beauti and that is worth more then fancy ideas,

Ang the seeker, or gautam the seeker, from day one Ang life after katara saved him, his life was on the move and he was made to be both aware, alert and responsible for himself his friends and the world, as a seeker it is best to be alert thus you don't miss any possibilities, aware so you can map out the depth of ur ignorance, and responsibility to know that what happen, happen because ur making it happen, responsibility if you look at it from an understanding of union and unity of life couse and effect, then ur whole being is talking and listening to everything in the cosmos, or responding, like gautam, Ang finds peace, but it doesn't End there no,

This is where Ang next journey begins, and one i believe could change atla, soo ADIYOGI or shiva. It's my belief that because of the ancient lion turtle, Ang has been given the seed of possibility. In yoga, they call this kriya yog, and sense the time of shiva, yogi have been transmitting knowledge,experience,or energy through many form of practice but the most legendary way of transmitting it, is threw energy,I've made a post abt my thought on the potential of energy bending but it doesn't complete what I think,only bits and pieces of my thoughts,

Energy in yog is described as a serpent or Shakti, so believe it or not Shakti husband is Shiva, he is the one she dance for, shiva means no thing, but it is said threwout the world that nothingness is the foundation for energy, so Shakti dances and shiva sits and allows her to express her nature,

Ang and katara relationships are like a cosmic dance, in that Ang allows her to grow before him, doesn't interfere, but is ever so involved, he is there for her wen is needed and is still , silent and stable for katara to grow and dance and build on, look at katara growth, Ang life is that type of foundation or ambiance that grace her with a new possibility, one of freedom, strength, love, compassion, and continual growth,

Ang now given the power of the lion turtle opens up a new possibility one I believe could have change the atla vers forever, in my eyes just like Shiva Adiyogi was for human kind, Ang has that type of potential, to create such a spiritual bomb that it could create hundren thousands of power being in atla, Anyway I'm tired I'm going to sleep byy

#ang #kataang #antizutara #atla #angxkatara

[bestworstcase]

ok ok but the thing abt the gods

and redemption—

“if your kind is unchanged, if you demand our blessings while still fighting amongst yourselves, then man will be found irredeemable and your world will be wiped from existence.”

the heart of this is that you can’t accept the possibility of mankind being redeemed by the act of unquestioning obedience unity without also accepting that humans as they currently are deserve to die, that if the gods came back right now they would obliterate remnant and that would be fair and just, because humanity failed to redeem itself. redemption cannot occur without genuine fault or genuine debt.

and one of the foremost reasons ozma is so profoundly fucked up is that he was, and in many ways still is, somebody who believed heart and soul in human worth, in the value of human life—and his status as the chosen one tasked with redeeming humanity DEMANDS that he take it as a given that humankind does not intrinsically deserve to exist, because he is responsible for saving them from their own unworthiness. his choices are to accept all of what the god of light told him, or to reject it in its entirety.

so

two things happen with salem in the lost fable that i think are important in making sense of where rwby is going with this:

1. the kitchen scene:

ozma raises the subject of humanity “seem[ing] more divided than ever,” to which salem says “are you surprised? this world is quite literally godless. these humans have no one to guide them. perhaps that’s all they need.”—and then, when ozma skeptically asks where she’s going with this, continues,“we could be the gods of this world. our powers surpass all others. our souls transcend death. we can mold these lands into whatever we want—what you want!”

none of this appears to disturb ozma particularly. he is, at worst, a little dubious. until salem says THIS: “create the paradise the old gods could not.”—the instant she says paradise, he’s like:

in short it is, specifically, salem’s insinuation that she believes human beings have the potential to be better than the gods that rattles him. remember, this is a man who was directly told by one of these gods that these humans are inferior and broken and must be either redeemed or destroyed—and he raised the subject of division as a way of testing the waters to see if salem would get onboard with that divine mandate.

and her response was to give him a full-throated declaration of human superiority over the gods.

everything else salem said fits tidily within the divine perspective and the moral framework of the mandate: in the eyes of the brother gods, magical power—the divine blessing—really DOES make salem and ozma superior to other humans, and ozma was in a very literal sense put on this world for the express purpose of acting in the gods’ stead in order to lead humanity to redemption. but the moment salem made it clear that she thinks human potential is greater than the gods? i think that was the moment ozma realized he would have to make a choice, that he could either leave salem and accept the mandate or stay with her and reject it.

only he couldn’t bring himself to make that choice, so he kept the mandate a secret and tried to have it both ways.

2. the confession scene:

“don’t you see? none of that matters anymore! why spend our lives trying to redeem these humans—” [the camera cuts away from her to ozma here] “—when we can replace them with what they could never be?”

the most intriguing thing about that cut is that it shows ozma’s shifting reaction to what salem is saying; he’s disturbed at first,

—and when salem says replace them, his expression shifts not toward disgust (as one might expect) but rather contemplation—

—and once her hand is extended to him there is a very clear beat of ozma genuinely not being sure.

which is to say, either ozma was so morally compromised by this point that genocide was not an immediate hard no for him, or salem meant something else and, for example, made a gesture we didn’t see that clarified her meaning as “replace the gods.”

worth noting: “she painted them pictures of a time […] when they could claim the powers of their creators for themselves, and in turn, perfect their own design. all they needed to do was destroy their old masters.”

also worth noting: the first time jinn uses the phrase “the hearts of men are easily swayed,” it’s in reference to salem leading a rebellion against the gods. the second time it’s a coda on salem telling ozma they can surpass the gods. “we can replace the gods” has a much stronger continuity with salem’s character up to this point than “we can replace humanity,” is what i’m getting at,

ANYWAY, THE POINT IS. ozma lays all his cards on the table after years and years of trying to both be with salem (which he wants) and fulfill his mandate (which he didn’t want, but agreed to so he could find salem)—and salem predictably flatly refuses to accept it. she rejects not only the task itself but the idea that anything the gods want or say matters at all; she rejects redemption and everything it implies.

it’s possible that she’s really proposing genocide here—i’ll grant that, and certainly the scene is structured in such a way as to suggest that quite strongly—BUT, it didn’t read that way to me the first time i watched the episode and it really doesn’t read that way to me now. and regardless, salem’s total rejection of human redemption innately goes hand-in-hand with rejection of the divine perspective that humans as they currently are deserve to die; ozma’s moral failure here lies in his refusal to reject the gods along with her.

[if she did mean “replace humanity” the only effective way to persuade her otherwise would be to reject the gods and then engage in an actual ideological argument; i do think salem would have been more receptive to discussion on whether or not they were doing the right thing if ozma hadn’t opened the topic by going yeah so when i said i wanted to unite humankind that was because the gods, who punished you with eternal suffering and then killed every person on the planet except you, told me i had to or else they’re gonna kill everyone. again. like. sir,]

which—somewhat ironically—makes the heroes adopting salem’s perspective of the world and humanity a prerequisite for her to undergo a complete villain-to-hero arc; as things stand now team oz are still playing by the rules set out by the gods, implicit acceptance of human unworthiness at all, and that is demonstrably NOT a position that salem can accept. (in that sense, raven saying that salem can’t be reasoned with is true: there is no possibility of an argument that will ever persuade her to accept the rightness of the gods.)

and

given the clearly negative way that rwby uses “redemption” in other contexts—it is what the albain brothers use to manipulate ilia into going along with the assassination of the belladonnas and kidnapping of blake, and it’s the excuse salem uses for abandoning cinder after haven and being cruel to her even after cinder nominally ‘redeems’ herself, which salem herself obviously comes to recognize as a huge mistake—i think there is a very strong possibility of this big picture moral question coming into focus for team rwby (and jaune) in the ever after, of what it truly means to accept that humanity needs to be ‘redeemed’ from human nature and in turn what that question means for the conflict with salem, which is made impossible to resolve by their side’s implicit obedience of the gods.

#if you take ozma’s relentless concern for other people’s well-being #and combine it with salem’s absolute hatred and rejection of the gods #you get the right answer #which is why ozlem is endgame in this essay i will—

[sunday-12-25]

man im just huuuuuuuuuuuughghghghg im so glad i got to see nick cave n the bad seeds, that has been such a great experience for me as a person and also artist but also other things n im sincerely just so grateful. and i have a list of musicians id love to see once (and i cant believe i can actually tick them off now, like. ahhh im so happy) and of course theres tool. im not hoping for these things, but just thinking man. wouldnt that be another such experience to hold with urself going on... bcs i was watching some random compilation of their live shows n it had ‘third eye’ in it and i wasnt even thinking abt musicality or artistry at this point, mostly just ‘if i was in the crowd at that one id cry and die i think’

its really something... music really becomes something bigger than its authors, something so symbolic and abstract but also painfully precise. bcs man when i heard aenima last year...  i could move on from them as a band i think, but that moment of unity and recognition i had, self-recognition, fucking years of trauma therapy just coming over me with that music... thats a formative experience

and its funny how separate those things are. how theres the band, people, authors who do and think and say one thing. and theres the music that does something almost unrelated above them, godlike. how, what, i dont know, but that ‘came out to watch you play, why are you running away’ kicked this entire post out of me now. man. good shit

#like see i dont even like the intro. and some things i listen and evaluate as an artist. #and the third category of things renders me a crying mess! wow!

[sungbeam]

BESTIE BAEEEEEEEEE

I’m back 🤭🤭🤭

Tbh its been a rough few weeks 💀 ALSO HELP HOW COME EVERY TIME I DISAPPEAR YOU WHIP OUT SO MANY SCRUMPDILIUMPTIOUS FICS LIKE??? Not that I’m complaining tho 😋😋

Firstly, Occupied… hmmm mhmnn yeahh lemme just say that your impulsive thoughts are so valid 😔🙏 buT J E S U S DID YOU HAVE TO PUT MY HEART IN THE CROSSFIRE- I think I had to stare at my ceiling for a bit afterwards cause like damn… I love my man🗿

Secondly, Rhapsody Anonymous… had my kicking my feet as per usual 🙄🙄 and tbh the fact that both parties were valid in their reasoning for not wanting to out each other and tbh I would also be struggling on deciding whether to spill my identity or not 😭😭 but it was saUR SITIEKR CUTE 😭 man I feel like I set myself up each time I read/re-read the love in unity series cause each time they just call me more and more single and alone 😔💔 BUT FRET NOT I WILL USE THIS AS MOTIVATION AND LECTURE NOTES ON HOW TO GET A GOOD MAN 😤‼️

ALSO OMG DID YOU WATCH BARBIE YET??? Ok I think I gotta calm down I’ve been using too many caps 💀 but Lip Gloss is so Barbie too and the MV is literally a bunch of Kens doing Beach and you can’t convince me otherwise 😤☝️

My personal ranking of the album would be:

1. Fantasize

2. Fire Eyes

3. Passion Fruit

4. Lip Gloss

5. Lighthouse

6. Fairy Tale

But I honestly love all of them and I’ve listened to the album non-stopppppp!

Also yesss I did watch the zeneration behind and tell my whyyyyy New and Kevin ATE 🫣

Also the newest lip gloss mv behind took me OUT esp Changmin wiping TF OUTTTT with the volleyball net like eye- 💀💀

Also just to sneak in a lil abt the pcs… you din’t want to see the Totoro pcs… TRUST 😨😨 not safe for my mental health at ALL

Ouuu also my turn!

1. My fav bread would have to be seed bread! Not like, multigrain bread and idk if the right name is seed bread but it’s just in the name it’s bread made with a bunch of seeds mixed in 😭😭

2. My quirky snow app filter pics… oooooohhhh I hope those never see the light of day again 💀

3. No. 🗿

(But also just like you said, I’m patient but I’m also getting a lil bit impatient at the same time 😔)

4. The Robinson’s kid from meet the Robinsons…. Also Diego,,, and the Kratts broth-*gets shot*

Oh and maybe a few more questions!

1. Are you a tea person or a coffee person? What’s your fav drink?

2. Do you have a sweet tooth? If so, what’s your fav pastry?

3. If you could recommend any MUST HAVE food from your culture, what would it be?

(Can you tell that I’m craving a midnight snack rn 💀)

Oh also! I finally decided to start of my getting-back-into-reading journey with reading a book that has intrigued me and has been floating around a lot, Bunny by Mona Awad! I’ll let you know how it goes in a lil solo book club way 🫡

“I don’t know what they’re called, the spaces between seconds— but I think of you always in those intervals.” (Salvador Plascencia)

- Smooches + Smooches, 🌷 anon

omgg hi bestie 🤧🤧 what's been rough for u 😔 have u started school yet ☹️💔 im like,,, not ready to go back to uni, i wanna be a professional couch potato pls and thanks 😔

LOL pls (´Д⊂ヽ occupied was such a spur of the moment thing 💀 literally was going through MAJOR eric sohn brainrot and just had to get my thoughts down before i Combusted. bro... stared at my ceiling for a good while trying to find the perfect pics for that banner 😭 why's he gotta look that yummy 😭

aknfksnfkdkdk glad u liked rhaps anon bffie !!! bro frfr like this series is just me PROJECTING 💔💔💔 im projecting so VIOLENTLY it's embARRassing 💀 omg low-key i just remembered i pretty much based sunwoo's anonymous situation w how tumblr anons work 😭😭 but yeah for sure, i would also be kind of panicking over secret identities skfnkdnf

OMG I DID WATCH BARBIE I WATCHED IT ON PREMIERE NIGHT AND GOT GLAMMED UP !!! ur sooooooo so right omG??? lip gloss really is just a bunch of Kens doing Beach 😭😭 they're all Kenough for me tbh skcbsjnf but ugh omg im like obsessed w kevins little kick in the beginning of the choreo, and eric's one other jump thing, and chanhee's red light green light skfnkenfkdnfj such a good mv w so much fic potential tbh !!

hmmmm i haven't been listening to it as obsessively as i did be awake tbh 😭 maybe i'm just tired of summer songs 💔 but i would have to say i liked fantasize, fairytale, and fire eyes the most!! the whole album is a bop tho i do agree 🤸‍♀️😋

OH MY GOSH DO U MEAN NYUKEV ON THE STRIPPER POLES WKFNKENFKDNF HELP I SAW THAT CHANGMIN CLIP TOO 💀💀 I LAUGHED SO HARD IM SORRY CHANGMIN DONT HURT ME— omg but they were filming a variety show too and changmin lost a game and abused his gopro 😭😭😭 i felt so bad for that camera, but also low-key....... can that be me...

VRO I ALREADY SAW THE TOTORO ONES AKDNKSNFJD i was debating getting the album or joining a go for those special pcs but i ended up not doing it 😔

LMAO IM SORRY but when i saw seed bread, i just immediately thought of birds 😭😭 unrelated but i got a birb plush from daiso a couple days ago and i named him clyde 😎😎 THE SNOW FILTER APP SJFJKSJDJD I FEKT THAT DW 😭 OMG DIEGO UR SO RIGHT !!! (゜-゜) like sorry dora, ur cousin is much more entertaining ksnfkend

OMGGG i really need to start reading again 😭 it's awful how i can't even pick up a book anymore it's so embarrassing being an english major like this 💔 BUT YES PLS LMK HOW U LIKE IT o7

"& how many times have you loved me without my asking? how often have i loved a thing because you loved it? including me." - D. Smith, acknowledgements

— i love love loved you, and i'll love you all over again too 💖

#sungbeam strikes again #🌷 anon

[newmonk]

Ladakh.

13th + 14th June:

Both our moms Krishna supragya & Akshita.. It was raining heavily when we left Vivek express Anil kumar patwa Rajastani family going to their village for their moms barsi Uncle in front of us going to vaishno devi & we were going to ladakh. Unity in diversity

Jammutawi Ahmadabad - thepla & shrikhand Breathe in a bit of Gujarat Rajasthan desserts Haryanvi terrains Ludhiana - chole kulche & Jalandhar.. The true smell of India

15th We met Naresh Our rickshaw guy, who drove us from jammutawi stn to bus depot at 2 am We halted & stood by the river(tawi) & those 20 minutes were the most enriching. He made us see the entire city without seeing it in that time. That quality is rare. He is a story teller. 'Khud changa toh jag changa' He dropped us at the bus stop we took 2 seats in a tempo traveler & moved to Srinagar at 3.15AM. 4.10am saw the vaishno Devi mountain It looks marvelous with the lights.

15th day We ate aloo parathas in the morning with chai Reached Srinagar at around 3pm As we got off at kashmiri man named Hilal asked us if we wanted to stay in a boat house We weren't very sure as this is supposed to be an economical + budget trip Anyway, we followed him, he took us to his boat next to dal lake called Pakeeza boat house. We spoke, negotiated & finally decided to stay there for the night.

I took a bath after 2 days & we hit the Srinagar road We had to fix a taxi for Leh the very next day Met a guy named Tariq who is a boat Wala He took us to the taxi stand We met Nazeer who was going to be our driver to Leh Fixed our seats & we were supposed to leave at 5.30am the next day Sorted. We went back to Tariq, who.made is sit in his boat which his brother was going to row.

Dal lake is beautiful Its crowded with many house boats , vendor boats, full fledged markets on either side Yet its quiet We kept hearing stories abt the city, abt the movies which had been shot there..etc

Got off Went to a barber shop to get my hair cut Bad hair cut Met a kashmiri uncle who spoke eloquently in the kashmiri accent Felt like we were within a Pakistani TV show Shaunak had been warned about Kashmir and not picking up fights there as it's a dangerous area I on the other hand am usually up for standing against things easily This contradiction was persistent through out the trip, we are very different individuals who like each others company & don't want to change each other's behavior.

We went to a restaurant called shamiani to eat dinner. That instant we knew our trip wasn't going to be an economical trip as our taste was lavish.

Good food after 2 days and then a good nights sleep. Our journey to Ladakh was going to begin in a few hours. This is what we had come for... After all the months of continuous working ... We packed our bags & were ready to go.

Slept for 5 hours. Got ready. Drank chai with girda at a tea stall

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Forgot to update after this. So posting this note incomplete, hope you make some sense of it. Ladakh was great!

[verydeerfitz]

in a similar vein 2 my last reblog ive been rethinking my stance on asexuality a lot after seeing some more compelling posts on it as of late. especially with regards to seeing actual terfs spouting some of the same stuff i used to say and stating that being their "gateway drug" to terfism. that said, i do still have a complicated relationship with asexuality.

i used to be ace myself once, when i was a kid that was terrified of and repulsed by sex. i think seeing and adopting that label at that age honestly set me back in my development, let me live in my fear longer than i had to because it was my Identity, and as a result made me develop a deep sense of almost puritanical shame over my sexuality when it did finally begin to surface that has taken years to even begin to undo.

of course there are other factors tht contributed to this as well but it certainly didnt help and actively delayed the discovery of my sexuality. so right off the bat i have really negative connotations associated with asexuality.

i also get hung up on the fact that if im to accept them as inherently lgbt, or queer, there isnt really a barrier between the asexuals that would harrass and threaten gay people, and show active disgust towards them on the basis of being "allosexual" and the gay people they target.

but with all that said i think ive come to accept that letting the bad apples represent the entire group is at best just kinda silly, and at worst, opening the doors to even more ridiculous microlabels and twitter level discourse and even further segregation of a community that really, ultimately, i think, should be able to unite themselves under the rainbow flag.

i will probably always have my feelings and my critiques of asexuality based on how i experienced it but. community and unification, to me, will always be more important than placing ppl into their exact right boxes that keep them seperate from me. basically if u fight the good fight u belong here.

#this is more or less sums up my feelings on the word queer as well #i grew up in a place where it is used positively and negatively in about equal measure #and the love of my life grew up somewhere where it was actively used against her #so i got my Feelings abt it but ultimately i think the reclaimation of it can only lead to good things for the success of the movement #its abt the Unity man. #comrades #fitz speaks

[piierrote]

transmascs distancing themselves so aggressively from the lesbian community was such a tragedy,,,

#i have lots more complex thoughts abt this and its impact on the lack if unity in the lgbtq community #but also like #i am sad in a personal way #ik it was from the feeling like being a trans man was being reduced to being a confused lesbian by society #experiencing Thoughts and Emotions rn

[ten]

svt encourage and support each other so unconditionally :(

#no matter what happens they're always so quick to help each other out to avoid someone feeling embarrassed/humiliated #bc w some groups its like #if someone messes up everyone laughs and u can just Tell that the person who made the mistake isn't feeling too great abt it #idk man #they're so loving and u can tell they really do care deeply about each other #not saying that other groups don't but i've never felt such a strong sense of unity and connection in a group before #diary 💡

[icharchivist]

hiiiii icha! i haven't... gotten thru all the pre act 2 events yet so im starting with that lol. i just finished the sparkling summer memories event and its just like. wow. it was so cute. i don't have too much to say but it was just so nice to see taichi and yuki like be friends and stuff! like taichi being like. wow, of course someone as cute as you likes cute things (candy apples) is just so... sweet? like its like. yuki has a pretty cutting personality lol and its nice that taichi still thinks he's cute all the way through (and he IS!!!),, i was also rly happy that like. tenma and taichi could walk back from school together bc i was just thinking of like... man back then taichi would probably think something like that was Impossible for "someone like him" i think? there was so much to love here like. yuki and tenma bickering as usual but i also love when they like. join forces lol like first with trying to stop izumi and her curry but also the entire scene with haruto left me in stitches. like the whole...

haruto: well, who do we have here? if it isn’t the gang from the Carefree Company

tenma: aren’t you that guy from the god troupe that got demoted

yuki: what was the name again…

tenma: genta yamada, right?

literally the funniest thing ever and i do not even think theyre joking abt fucking up haruto's name,, also the way haruto is like "you can't enter with tenma. he has to wear this" and gives him that fools mask... he really just called tenma a clown to his face.

i also think this event REALLY endeared me to masumi!!! the cg with him and tsumugi was so sweet and like the way his thank you got drowned out by the fireworks... man it was just like. nice. seeing masumi open up about like his family and saying that tsumugi reminded him of his grandmother... i really loved that. like i think the cg looked really soft and it just... really highlighted the fact that he's just a teenager. and he gets to just sit there and watch the fireworks and know that the people around him will love him and care for him even when he's being difficult. it really got me bc i like, had noticed masumi and tsumugi speaking a lot in the event, but i thought the cg was gonna be something with taichi and yuki? and then we got this instead and it was like quiet and understated and just right!! loved it

omg hi there!! ofc take your time take your time and always feel free to ramble there!

Yuki and Taichi have such a cute dynamic, really!! And with Yuki's more cutting personality it's so nice to see him lowering those defenses a liiiittle with the troupe.

AND YEAH it's so nice to see Tenma and Taichi spend more time together, considering where they started. For Tenma he's having more friends and being more social finally, for Taichi, after for ever considering the popular guy his rival from afar now they can just hang out and be good friends... so good.

DKLFJDF TENMA AND YUKI ARE SUCH A TEAM I SWEAR. When they talk to each other, they get at each other throat, but as soon as they have a common goal, their unity truly is something to behold!

And yeah tbh i do think Tenma didn't mean to insult him and seriously didn't remember his name, and just called him what he recalled of him at that point (we know Tenma and his social skills) while Yuki maaaybe remembered Haruto didn't like this name but maybe he also said it earnestly. Still. Amazing.

MKJDFMLKDFMLKFDLMF Tenma: i can't believe he called me a CLOWN // Yuki: .... do i not say it enough or what

BUT OMG YEAH MOOD. I'm generally meh with Masumi but this event really was the moment where it was really. oh. right. it's just a kid. I just think he's neat the moment you take him outside of the crush on Izumi focus, and this did it so nicely. I love the dynamic of the two grandma boys, who are both rather softspoken (though for. completely different reason), and it's nice to see Masumi lean on someone for once!

It was a really good scene, really tender, and i am so glad about it.

So glad you liked this event!!

See you around the corner for another event then... :3c

#ichareply #aranarumei #ichafantalks a3

[ironmandeficiency]

beach please

pairing: rex / reader / cody

word count: 6166

summary: once the war ended, you retreated to scarif for much-needed time to recenter yourself. rex and cody worry when you don’t answer your comms for days and leave coruscant to find you, fearing the worst. turns out you’ve just been drinking and partying, now sporting two new tattoos.

a/n: the self-created duke of scarif is jimmy buffett & i was inspired by his song “margaritaville” & “beach please” by kevin fowler. 

canon changes: everyone listened to fives abt the chips & palps was discovered to be a sith lord. the clones were given human rights, a generously low locked-in rent if they lived on coruscant, and as much back pay as the republic could afford (not much but better than nothing).

“master y/l/n, there’s still so much to be done-”

“and you can have someone else do it. you must not be capable of recognizing the importance of reevaluating the way we interpret the code, or else this conversation wouldn’t be occurring.”

obi-wan blanched at the barely tamed fury radiating from your force signature. this was the second time in less than a year that he felt something so raging from your force signature, the time before this meeting being the aftermath of umbara. before the nightmare that was the siege on the shadow planet, it had been decades since you were angry enough about something to raise your voice to the council. it took a very great transgression to ignite your anger into something scathing and this meeting was doing exactly that.

the council was meeting to discuss the senate’s plans to have the jedi spearhead efforts to repair the galaxy and quell the revolts in areas that still wanted to continue the war. palpatine was manipulating both sides and if it weren’t for fives and kix, the republic would have been none the wiser when chancellor palpatine executed the order to have the clones murder their jedi.

“how are we going to guide the galaxy through the changing times if we’re unable to reevaluate our own beliefs and how the war impacted them? so many of our padawans were raised in this war, far different than how they should have been brought up.” your mind drifted to ahsoka and late-night conversations spent trying to make sense of the reality of war and how she’d been nothing but a soldier since she left the temple at fourteen. “the senate is not our responsibility nor our lead authority. we were their pawns once and despite seeing the consequences on geonosis, we let ourselves get wrapped in politics. think of what we lost because of it.”

eeth koth was deeply disturbed by your entire demeanor as well as the words spilling from your lips. if there was ever a jedi that made you want to leave the order, he’d be it. douchebag. “our duty is to the galaxy, to maintain peace! you can’t expect us to sit back and do nothing when people are struggling!”

obi-wan shared your sentiment but strived for more unity than polarization within the meeting. “but aren’t we struggling just as much as the rest of the galaxy? time must be allotted for us to heal the wounds of war before we’ll be able to successfully help others that are suffering, if that’s what’s agreed upon.” a few jedi nodded their agreement, masters plo and gallia among them. shaak looks close to being convinced but seems to still be hesitant to comment on her opinion.

“in order to help the galaxy, we must help ourselves. our emotions must be looked into with more than just the intent to throw them away at a moment’s notice. knowing why we feel the things we do can help us with far more than just our connection to the force.”

this was an idea that obi-wan has spent many years struggling with but it took the end of the war to guide him into believing that emotions aren’t the enemy, it’s how they’re utilized that counts. he explained this concept to his fellow council members and it was a sentiment you agreed with immensely.

saese scoffs at the mere idea of doing more with emotions besides dispelling them into the force. “that sounds a lot like allowing your emotions to cloud your judgement, master kenobi, something your lineage is quite popular for-” oh he crossed the line. saese was not about to talk shit about your creche mate and closest friend or his lineage and get away with it.

“no need to pardon my language, master, but it sounds a lot like you’re allowing your own emotional shortcomings and the bantha fodder you call intelligence to cloud your judgement.”

even mace was stunned at the verbal jab that came from your seat. kit had been mid-drink and it took him several seconds to recover from the way he choked on his water. you were normally calm and collected, a voice of reason amid the chaos. this time, however, you were at your limit. this was your cue to leave.

mace spoke up as you neared the door. “y/l/n, where do you think you’re going?”

“i’m going to heal and allow myself to enjoy the peace we gave nearly everything to obtain. if you want to join me, feel free to let me know.”

your robes billowed out behind you as the council meeting dissolved into chaos. you were convinced that if your seat was close enough to master yoda’s that you’d be sporting a few new gimer stick bruises. thank the force for the little things.

later that evening, you boarded your personal ship and set the coordinates for scarif. that was the perfect place to go as a jedi that didn’t want to be found by anyone that they didn’t fully trust. who would think to find a monk on a planet filled with booze, sex, and other carnal pleasures? a few comms were sent telling the recipients that you were going on vacation and to call if you were needed, giving them a new private commlink and vague hints at where you’d be.

scarif, here i come.

“she hasn’t commed us in nearly a week! what reason is there to not worry?”

“rex, she would have called us if there was something wrong.”

“you know as well as i do that there are still radical seppies trying to keep the war going. the kidnapping of a jedi would surely be cause to fight!”

cody sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation. he conceded that you ignoring their comms was highly unusual, yes, but you weren’t the type to throw yourself heedlessly into danger like some of the other jetti they knew (cough cough, skywalker and kenobi). “no one in their right mind is going to think to look for a jedi on scarif, the place is too carefree and without a permanent stuck up its shebs.”

rex knew there was a valid point to the statement. he vaguely recollects general kenobi’s mild yet humorous complaints about the “uncivilized, booze-blooded” inhabitants of the beach planet. general skywalker’s only problem with scarif, it seems, was the fact there was sand nearly everywhere, the drunks and constant parties posing no issue to the younger jedi. the reason for his disdain of sand was never expanded upon.

“i’m still going to look for her, feel free to come with.” they were free men who had no one to report to, no one telling them where they could go or when to eat and sleep, so of course rex was going to look for you. with this newfound freedom cody and rex moved into a middle-level apartment together, nothing too fancy but quite a contrast to their former living spaces under the gar.

rex chose to join the police force on coruscant and quickly climbed the ranks, excelling in every task thrown at him. he was a force to be reckoned with, crime rates dropping rapidly within his first month.

cody hasn’t made a new career choice yet, the commander still trying to find his own path. he had tried his hand on the police force but he quickly realized it wasn’t his cup of tea and left rex to it. he’s helping with groceries and other living costs with his back pay despite rex’s protests for him to put it to better use (what better use is there for credits than helping you survive day to day? that’s what they’re made for).

they were given a ship by general skywalker -anakin, rex’s mind supplied; he had corrected them many times about not using the rank- that the man had modified himself because he “wouldn’t want any friends of mine flying around the galaxy in a piece of junk.” apparently any sort of ship/speeder/droid/anything not built and/or modified by the man was inferior in nearly every imaginable way. it was a kind and meaningful gesture that anakin was willing to go to such lengths to protect them, no matter how unnecessary. the war was over after all, there was no need to have blaster attachments on their civilian speeder.

“like i’m gonna leave you to your own devices, di’kut. of course i’m going with.”

“you better hurry and pack, i’m planning on leaving no later than 1800.”

sitting in the reclined beach chair with two margaritas, you haven’t enjoyed yourself this much in a long time. the togrutan brother and sister you met soon after your arrival had become dear friends in your two months on scarif, the three of you becoming a trio commonly seen hitting the best parties all over the planet. miek wasn’t as much of a party animal in comparison to his sister briel who was known for her wild drunken antics.

you had been there and lived in your small ship for a total of two days before they offered you a place with them. no one lived alone on scarif, they said, and it would be wrong to let you continue to be deprived of the peace the waters brought when it was lulling you to sleep.

meeting the duke of scarif during your first week planetside was quite an exhilarating experience, to put it briefly. duke buffett was an older man with hair as white as the sands he loved to party on day and night, one hand perpetually occupied by a drink and a guitar strapped to his back. he was known to play and sing during the parties he attended, his carefree attitude evident in his voice.

although no one would have guessed by looking at him, he was a fierce conservationist who would either have his guards fight anyone caught littering or, if drunk enough, would fight them himself. you’ve held him back a time or two when he clearly wasn’t in shape to do said fighting and helped ease the situation back to a fun normal.

now you weren’t a heavy drinker by any means, but your tolerance was better than most because of your connection to the force.  this made you a favorite drinking buddy to many of the planet’s permanent inhabitants and tourists. of these numbers was the duke himself whom you would sometimes humor by opening drinks with your lightsaber. it was a splendid game that won you diplomatic immunity (apparently he can do that) on the planet after two weeks of jedi party tricks and fight-preventing.

time had become even more of a social construct than you had believed it to be before the war. there were parties going on at all hours of the day and night and the concept of solitude was forgotten. everyone here extended a hand to each other, friend or not-yet friend (there were no strangers on scarif, just friends you haven’t made yet). what little pain felt was carried by all until it was so faint that it seemed to heal itself. the waters healed, you had no doubt in your mind.

the sun was high in the sky when the ship landed next to yours behind your current residence. you were, of course, not home to know where it landed but you did see said ship flying overhead as you relaxed on a blanket next to briel and miek. maybe they were lost, but you had confidence that someone on the island would help them in what they need. this was the way of scarif, after all.

you were distracted by the drinks in both of your hands, alternating sips between the two. you were outfitted in a flowy summer dress that had ridden up a smidge too high while you were lounging on a reclined beach chair. briel was rubbing - lotion? sunscreen? - something on your exposed thighs as you relaxed, enjoying the way the breeze felt on the moisturized skin.

this was the best decision you’ve ever made, coming to scarif. eventually you were going to leave, yeah, but that was a problem for future you. for now, you were going to enjoy the endless sunshine and copious amounts of alcohol that aided in your relaxation.

they had seen the docking bay protruding into the sky like a gundark among loth-cats and decided instantly that you weren’t going to be there. you had told them ages ago that the vibes (you used that word a lot to describe force things to them) that came from industrial buildings bothered you terribly. something along the lines of wearing on your psyche, if they remembered correctly. instead, they flew a little lower than they probably should have to search the ground for where you landed your ship.

it took longer than they would have liked it to, but your ship was eventually found behind a medium-sized hut not too far from one of the many beaches. cody found just the right angle to land next to it and not hurt either shuttle, not trusting rex to touch the controls (his vod was a terrible pilot).

both men decided that even if scarif was a peaceful planet, they still didn’t know what to expect, so they equipped themselves with their blasters and lower armor before leaving their ship. first order of business: check to see if you were in your ship. if you weren’t, they could cross that bridge when they got there.

just as they were beginning to open the ramp, a man emerged from the hut and began to storm their way. he was togrutan, with yellow skin and lavender stripes on his lekku and montrals.

“hey! you two! what’s your business with that shuttle?” he sounded like he was ready to fight them about the ship, which worried the brothers, but he slowed his advance when he noticed the two blasters pointed in his direction. good, this guy wasn’t a complete di’kut.

cody was the first to lower his weapon, quick to take the diplomatic approach. rex followed suit but didn’t soften the intimidating stare he threw at the man. there was a reason your ship was there and they were going to stop at nothing to find out why. “we’re looking for a friend of ours, she hasn’t answered our comms in over a week and we were worried, it isn’t like her to not reply. last we talked to her she was here on scarif.”

the togrutan paused for a moment, inspecting the appearances of the men (clones, his mind told him, the telltale armor and near identical faces hiding nothing) in front of him.

the blond had an air of confidence about him, an almost dangerous sort of confidence. his armor was painted with a shade of blue that was pleasantly similar to the waters he just returned from, pieces of it chipped from what he supposed were rough times in battle. his jaw was set, hand hovering above where he holstered his weapon seconds before.

he didn’t appear to be bloodthirsty, just protective; who he wanted to protect, however, was still a mystery. there was a passion in his eyes that wasn’t even mildly held back. he seemed to be skilled in channeling that passion into his every thought, every action. with a note to himself to not get on this man’s bad side, he switched his focus on the blond’s companion.

miek’s gaze shifted to the other clone and quickly decided that he liked this one better. there was an extremely intimidating scar along the side of his face, yet this one seemed far less willing to shoot him on sight. he still has a grit and presence about him that told miek that this one wouldn’t hesitate to fuck your shit up if need be, but he had tact (thank the stars one of the clones had a sense of discretion).

he could tell that this one had some sort of authority over the blond, clearly serving as a high percentage of the other’s common sense. miek’s mind, after analyzing the men thoroughly, gives names for the men before they introduce themselves. “you must be the famed rex and cody! come, i’ll take you to the shoreline!”

he gestured for them to follow him and was genuinely shocked when instead of doing as he suggested, he was tackled to the ground. miek spit away everything that had gotten into his mouth, unable to move when one of the men pinned him down. this was officially miek’s worst day in over a decade.

he caught a glimpse of marigold stripes on leg armor just over his shoulder, confirming the identity of the man on top of him as rex. “how do you know our names?!” rex’s voice sent a shiver down miek’s spine (the blaster against his back also helped in that), and the togrutan reaffirmed his choice in his favorite clone: not rex.

“i’ve heard stories about you two! from y/n! i’m assuming you’re here about y/n, right?” the blaster was removed from his back and a little bit of the weight was taken off him. he must be saying something right. “she’s been staying with my sister and i, and i promise you she’s perfectly safe!” rex moves his weight completely off him now, allowing miek to stand back up but not move more than a few feet away from him.

“where is she?” cody’s voice was hauntingly low, nothing about him betraying his tension except for the hard glare felt like lasers. he had the same desire, same yearning to protect someone - that someone miek now knew was you - and it burned brighter than a hundred suns.

“last i saw her was thirty minutes ago on the shore with briel, my sister. i can take you to them if you would kindly not threaten to shoot me again. my name is miek, and i would say it was a pleasure to meet you both but then i’d be making myself a liar.” he had no idea where that bit of snark at the end came from but it seemed to sway the clones to his favor. why it did, he had no clue, but at least he wasn’t getting shot.

they walked silently for a few minutes, the two troopers beginning to slightly admire the view while keeping eyes on miek. it was a beautiful planet, there was no denying that. you were surely enjoying yourself in the sunshine, always finding a little bit of time to bask in the nature of whatever planet you ended up on during the war.

it was strange to cody, not feeling eyes on him as he walked with rex on the beach. when he would accompany general ke- obi-wan on trips to the temple or into the streets of coruscant, he constantly felt the eyes of many on him. they would be expressing curiosity, shock, disdain, or something in between, and cody could feel every bit of it. here, it seemed, no one cared that he was a clone. no one was leering at him for walking too close to them or for just breathing the same air as them. cody was blissfully able to blend with the people here and he loved it.

he was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t notice when miek had come to a stop in front of a small cluster of reclinable chairs. a large umbrella provided the area with a patch of shade and a smidge of reprieve from the sun’s blistering heat.

“see? she’s perfectly fine.” miek’s voice broke their precious silence. “i’m assuming you both can find your own way back to your ship, so i’ll be headed off.” miek left them quite quickly and rex guessed (with a bit more amusement than was warranted) that it was because he nearly shot the man on more than one occasion minutes earlier.

“cody! rex! when did you two get here?”

a familiar voice drew their attention and it took them a second longer than it should have for them to realize that yes, you were the one lounging in front of them as if it’s all you’ve ever done in your life. you were extremely relaxed and your posture conveyed your state perfectly, two margaritas perched in loose hands, both half-empty. an ivory summer dress flowed loosely around you, the front hiked a bit too high for the men to keep their imaginations under control. that wasn’t even acknowledging the neckline of your dress (or lack thereof) that made their throats a bit dry and minds slip into the gutter.

rex and cody cleared their heads after indulging the images for a second, the latter clearing his throat before replying, “just a few minutes ago. you haven’t answered our comms in over a week. rex had the idea to come and visit to see how you were doing, so here we are.”

that was really sweet of them to check up on you, you thought with a smile. you felt a bit guilty about not answering their comms. normally you were careful to reply to theirs and every other message you received soon after getting it, but as stated earlier, time has become a social construct that didn’t really matter while on scarif. you gestured for them to sit, and they took the open chair to your left. they didn’t bother laying back, just sitting shoulder to shoulder in the same chair with their eyes on you.

offering them both half-drank margaritas was a subconscious action on your part that surprised you. what shocked you even more was the fact they accepted the drinks with soft, fond smiles. kriff you missed them, how you’ve been able to go this long without seeing them was beyond you.

you smiled warmly as you introduced your boys to briel, who was smirking a bit too widely than would be deemed safe (you didn’t notice this, seeing as you were too busy drinking in the sight of your boys and the way the sunlight made their eyes glow). her eyes drifted to your thighs as she put in very little effort to hide a laugh. dark clone trooper eyes decided to see what was so amusing to the togruta, and they choked on whatever words they were contemplating.

on your thighs were rex and cody, left and right respectively. or, more accurately, on your thighs were six-inch tattoos of rex and cody.

both men were in quite show-offy poses, appearing to have the intent to make them look like pin-ups. the lower half of their armor was equipped but they were shirtless, faint details of scars and sweat appearing to glisten in imaginary sunlight.

cody’s face was set in a smolder the likes of which would send half the women in the galaxy into puddles at the commander’s feet. his dc-15a was held aloft in his right hand while his left arm was holding his helmet in place in the crook of his hip. his left foot was stepping on a small heap of droids which brought his knee up a bit, and he was facing the inked rex on the opposite thigh.

rex’s wild smile could catch the soggiest piece of kindling alight with the allure and charm it held. his eyes were sparkling with a pleasant mirth not often seen in the man. both hands wielded his trusted dc-17’s, the right blaster pointed at the droids under cody’s foot while the left was pointed in the air, blaster bolts coming out of both. his helmet was under his right foot, jaig eyes almost peering into your soul and welding marks visible from his customization of the phase 2 helmet.

commander and captain are both beginning to flush at the art in front of them. they were flattered to see drawings of themselves look so dashing, and seeing it on your body roused feelings they had spent years repressing. their biggest question now was whether their likenesses on your body translated into something more on your end.

“nice to finally meet my friend’s muses,” briel quips, “it’s hard to get her to talk about something that isn’t you two when she’s plastered.” she pauses a moment, thinking of her next words and chuckling to herself. “she’s barely spent three consecutive days completely sober since she got here, which means that you two are almost all she talks about.”

this deepened the heat in their cheeks as you playfully swatted at briel’s shoulder. “that is not true!” a moment of silence. “wait, what day is it? that miiiight make a difference.”

rex chortles at the admission. “glad to see you enjoying yourself, cyare. but kix would be enraged to hear that you’ve been drinking nearly every day for two months, and we can’t exactly blame him.” he grinned as he took an experimental sip of the drink you gave him. it was stronger than he expected, but it had an underlying sweetness not often found in margaritas. he liked it.

sitting up, your dress covered your ink as you expertly drank from the margarita in cody’s hand while he still held it. the commander sent you a soft glare, wondering why you didn’t just get a new drink but enjoying the moment nonetheless. “kix shmix, his face isn’t on my thigh so i don’t really care what he has to say right now.” you lean toward cody and rex before whispering, “you didn’t bring him, did you?”

all three of them guffawed at the question, you joining their laughter solely because of how happy the joy radiating from your boys’ force signatures made you.

calling them your boys had become second nature after mere months of fighting beside them. you spent an inane amount of time with them during planning and actual combat, and were just as much their general as their actual generals were (despite you not carrying the honorific). any free time was spent with one or the other if available, but if they were both occupied you would make your way toward the barracks and join a few games of sabacc.

there were nights you’d spend in the barracks with either battalion (depends on which group you were assigned to at the time) and be welcomed there as if you were a fellow clone. they taught you to play sabacc and you enjoyed playing with them despite the fact you had the most rotten luck with the game.

winning didn’t carry any weight when you were able to spend time with rex and cody, shamelessly basking in the way they always seemed to have some sort of physical contact with you every moment possible. when rex and/or cody returned from whatever responsibilities held them earlier, the men were quick to relinquish them a seat next to you with a sly grin.

their vode noticed the affection shared for the jedi on sabacc night number two and didn’t hesitate to spread word of it around to the rest of their battalions and beyond. on the nights you accompanied them on trips to 79’s, men under rex and cody both (read: fives and boil) made sure that the rest of their brothers and the occasional civvie knew that you three were off-limits to anyone but each other. you were their jetti & they were your captain and commander, no one would get between that even if it wasn’t decided among those in question.

“nah, he’s kept his head in his work. he just got his civvie medical license, started his own private practice on naboo.” rex was extremely happy for his brother, although it was strange to not see him nearly every day. it took a while before he was used to the lack of vode around him at all moments, but cody has been a massive help with that transition.

cody nodded before adding onto his brother’s statement. “and besides, we’re not that cruel, cyar’ika.” you grinned at the endearing tone, choosing that moment to snag another drink from the glass in cody’s hand. he swatted at your hand gently but didn’t put up a fight otherwise, just smiling at how carefree you’d become.

during their comms you did sound at peace, and the times where you’d appear via hologram to him your posture was less rigid than it was during wartime. scarif was good for you, cody knew this. the knowledge of your happiness, however, couldn’t prevent selfish thoughts from returning to the front of his mind. thoughts of you leaving scarif with him and rex, lighting up their apartment better than the sun with nothing but a smile were pipe dreams he indulged in when nightmares of war caught up to him.

“y’know,” you began, “no one would ever tell me what that word really meant.” the men froze, trying to play it off. they were saved only by the fact you kept talking. “none of the men ever gave me a straight answer, just saying that it was something you say to someone you trusted. i even asked duchess satine about it when i was on mandalore. she asked who was using the word and when i told her it was you two, she just grinned like a tooka with a rat tail hanging from its mouth.”

duchess satine was most definitely going to be receiving a gift in the near future.

briel chose that moment to speak for the first time in a while, crossing her arms behind her head. “i’ve never been to mandalore nor heard a lick of what i’m guessing is its native language, but you’d have to be a fool to not guess its meaning by now.” her words were directed at you but they made the men sputter.

“what is that supposed to mean, brie?”

“seriously? please tell me you’re kidding.”

briel was absolutely incredulous. how could a member of the highly revered jedi order, known for the wisdom of its members, not read between the lines? they were giving her plenty to work with in terms of evidence of their affections that they weren’t hiding very well, how did you not know?!

silence followed her words and she came to the startling realization that you were, in fact, not kidding. “look at them, these two adore you! they followed you here like stray tookas when you didn’t comm them enough.” the men didn’t even bother looking offended as they were called out by the togruta. they were scared you’d be disgruntled at the blatant show of care for you but briel wasn’t done. “sithspit y/n, you got tattoos of them because you said you missed them so much!”

hold on, rewind, what did she just say?!

“you… missed us?” rex’s voice was softer than anyone had heard it be in a long time. part of him aches to throw his drink over his shoulder and take you into his arms with no regard to the outside world, yet he restrains himself. this could very well be a trap, an illusion or extremely detailed dream the likes of which he’s never experienced.

then again, how would that explain his mind creating a taste for something he’s never had before?

he concluded that this was indeed real, and he very well could do exactly as his heart desires if he let go for just a moment, just long enough for the contents of his glass to seep into the sand and his calloused hands to roam your exposed skin.

but he also remembers long talks with his ori’vod about their mutual affections for you. how selfish and uncaring it would be for him to try and keep you to himself after spending so many nights lamenting with cody about the way you made them both feel more human. the way you tethered them to sanity when the war threatened to dispose of what little control they had over themselves or their fates, the softness of your fingers intertwined with theirs whenever you had the chance. both men would contemplate the way you’d taste as you downed several shots at 79’s or cups of the contraband moonshine brewed by the men, wondering how much would be the alcohol and how much would be you and wishing that they could find out.

it would be a betrayal far greater and even more despicable than that of palpatine and the republic, and rex didn’t think he could handle losing the respect of his ori’vod no matter what was given in return. not even you.

the togruta woman officially lost the last speck of patience she held for the clueless, lovesick trio, groaning that she gave up as she left them to their own devices.

you were confused. why would you not miss them? did those years of fighting next to them and caring about them and loving them not translate to the idea of missing them when they were gone? yeah you were a little tipsy when you got your tattoos, but that didn’t change the facts as to why you got them: you wanted cody and rex by your side and moments spent without them were moments spent unhappy. they were your boys, the two reasons you kept fighting in that cursed war instead of returning to the temple with your tail between your legs at the first sign of combat.

cody downed his margarita with a solid gulp before taking your right hand in both of his, face twisted almost identically to his brother’s while processing the information you presented. he marveled in the familiar grooves and calluses from battle that were beginning to soften, thoroughly enjoying the fact he didn’t have to hide anything from you or the rest of the galaxy about the love - cody was sure now that this was indeed love - he held for you and you alone.

“is that true, cyar’ika?” cody’s voice was sickeningly hopeful. he’s never allowed himself to hope, knowing that diving too deep into desire could lead to consequences tantamount to death. hearing you stumble over your words as you admitted to loving him, loving him and rex both in the same capacity, cracked the last mask of stoicism he had in his reserves. his mouth was smiling but his eyes were wet, and anyone who didn’t know him would think the man was karking mad.

you weren’t as focused on your boys as you would have been any other moment, too busy trying to figure out what you said for cody to ask about and oh. holy shit, i said all of that out loud. then, a brief moment of clarity. i said every bit of that, but they’re not leaving. they’re instead moving closer, taking my hands in theirs and then- “have i ever lied to either of you?” your heart once again overpowered your brain, taking over your vocal chords and bringing voice to your thoughts.

rex nestled his glass into the sand before going to his knees in front of you, eyes sparkling from both the scarif sun and unshed tears. “you could never, ner’jetti.” he rested his chin on your knee not blocked by cody, his subconscious deciding to nuzzle his head into the hand that had come up to his face.

within seconds, the clunky armor had taken to the sand. they didn’t startle at the sudden exposure to just their bottom blacks because they could feel the soft humming of the force around them, knowing that it was merely you making them more comfortable. you were pulling them toward you and into your reclined chair, rex’s chin in one hand and cody’s hands in the other. they were quick to take a hint, immediately moving to either side of you to lay on their sides, facing their jetti with soft smiles.

rex made quick work of wrapping an arm around your waist, face burying itself into the crook of your neck as best he could. he inhaled your scent, the familiar ozone that came with the force mingling wonderfully with scarif’s ocean water and the tropical drinks you’ve been keeping yourself busy with.

cody tangled one hand into your hair, fingers softly moving as he rested his other arm slightly above his brother’s. the hand touching your waist softly stroked your side as he let his eyes drift closed, the force wrapped around him like a blanket of protection.

no one spoke of love in the hours you spent wrapped in each other’s arms in that uncomfortable-for-three-people chair. the admissions and conveyance of all the love held between the three of you was saved for the privacy of their ship. cody and rex worshiped you and you did the same for them, no one allowing there to be a single doubt as to where your hearts belong.

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