I Love It.

wolves ^-^

This is truly incredible.

This is the only tiktok you'll ever need, I've made about 13 of these and I'm not stopping anytime soon

Same

Can my cat please not stand on my titty

Hey. 

Hey, listen. 

I just want to say thank you so much for deciding to follow me. I don’t know why, but for some reason 600 of you have decided you want to put up with my chaotic energy and I just- THANK YOU~! I am drinking my coffee, trying to wake up, but I wanted to give you all a long preview of my Mando!Obi tattoo artist au. I know I talked about this like over a month ago, but I haven’t given up on it. I’ve just been…all over the place! Ahem, anyway~!  Under the cut! (also, apologies if the formatting gets weird- tumblr has issues.)

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Oh? *perks in interest* Quinlan/Hevy? Is this a Dominos lives fic? Whose the time traveler? I already have so many questions lol

“Of all the places,” Fives complains. “It couldn’t have been Geonosis or one of the fronts or even Coruscant. Of course we’re getting stuffed out of the way on some moon somewhere.”

Hevy rolls his eyes, checking his pack one more time and then closing the pouches. There's something caught between anxiety and anticipation curled in his stomach, and a heavy thread of resignation as well, because he’s not any happier to be heading for the Rishi moon base than Fives is, but—

But at least they graduated. At least they're moving on, and not stuck on sanitation for the rest of the war, or decommissioned. At least they're doing something.

“What, did you think we were going to get assigned to General Windu or something?” Droidbait asks, bemused, and drops from his bunk. “We’re not ARCs.”

“Not yet,” Echo says, daring him to contradict that. When Droidbait just raises his hands in silent surrender, Echo snorts, and says, “Experience is a good idea before we go for the ARC program. The regulations about teams applying—”

Cutup groans and throws a sock at him. “We all want to be ARCs, and we all know the regulations. Shut your mouth already.”

Given the way Echo is eyeing the distance between Cutup’s bunk and the floor, the odds that he’s about to throw himself across the space and wrestle Cutup down are good, so Hevy pitches his voice to carry and says, “An hour at most ‘til we need to assemble, so can it and move faster.”

Cutup huffs, and Echo glares, but before either of them can say anything there's a quiet chuckle. Hevy jerks, wrenching around to find a familiar figure in the doorway, tall and slim and graceful.

“General Ti!” he says, startled, and Droidbait almost falls out of his bunk as the rest of Domino scrambles to come to attention.

General Ti smiles at them, folding her hands in front of her. “Domino Squad,” she says kindly. “Congratulations again on passing your tests. It was most impressive.”

Hevy won't admit to the seed of something that goes hot and liquid in his chest, hearing one of the High Generals say that. “Thank you, sir,” he says. “Is something wrong, sir?” Because she can't have come all this way to congratulate them, even if she’s kind; there are hundreds of thousands of clones she oversees, not even accounting for her duties as a Jedi.

For a moment, General Ti weighs that. “Not wrong,” she allows. “But I have a request to make of the five of you.”

Hevy blinks, glancing over at Cutup, but he looks equally surprised. Echo is frowning a little, and Droidbait is opening his mouth, but Fives beats him to the question.

“A request?” he asks, stepping forward. “For us?”

That edge of incredulity should be insulting, but…it’s really just accurate. Even if Domino passed their tests, they're still rookies. Rancor Battalion is stationed on Kamino, and Colt is never far from General Ti’s side; if she wants something, she can just ask him. Hevy's proud of them, and what they managed, but they're not exactly Kamino’s best. Not by a long shot.

Ti just smiles, though. “Yes,” she confirms, like it’s ridiculous to think that she wouldn’t ask five rookies for a favor. Stepping into the room, she glances around, then says, “I am sorry to leave it to such short notice, but a Jedi I am well-acquainted with requested I assign him a squad of troopers ready to ship out immediately, and I believe Domino would be a good fit.”

Droidbait blinks and closes his mouth.

“A Jedi?” Hevy asks, not quite able to believe it. There are so many clones, and so few Jedi; the odds of serving directly under a general before they’ve even made ARC trooper is almost ridiculous, and yet General Ti looks perfectly serious.

“A Jedi,” Ti confirms, and pauses, expression shifting to something that’s touched with concern for a moment before it clears. “He is a friend, and an…unconventional Jedi, but given Domino’s ability to overcome obstacles, I had thought to introduce you.” Her smile flickers into something warm as she looks them over, and she says, “It is not an order, of course. Should you wish to continue on to your assignment without change, that is perfectly understandable. But I believe you would be well suited.”

Hevy can't quite find anything to say. It seems too good to be true, like everything he’s ever fantasized about when he’s thought about ridiculous scenarios and winning medals right out of training and all the other stupid bantha shit trainees are supposed to dream about, but—

Actually achieving it is something else entirely.

if you like it, put a ring on it ;)

(Sobs) E, can you like link me the beginning of your stand strong verse??? Please??? I'm begging you!! So‐so much to read through to get to The Beginning

Stand Strong is already that far along? Are you sure you don’t mean Nox? But okay!

https://secret-engima.tumblr.com/tagged/Stand+Strong+Verse/page/11

for the first of my new audios, @reparo-live-soul​ sent me this comic by @dakt37​, from an AU where Obi-wan has somehow been de-aged to younger than he was in TPM

keep the requests coming! I wouldn’t want these new audios to be in short supply!

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t