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“Fox,” Thire whispers, kneeling down to the awfully still body lying in the hallway.

Fox is cold. But when he presses his fingers against the small patch of skin below his helmet he can feel his steady pulse, though too fast. He sends Nova a comm telling them to prepare a bed.

“Hey, Commander,” Thire tries again, nudging him. Fox groans this time.

“Fuck off.”

“You’re lying in the middle of the hallway,” Thire notes. “Come on, let’s get you up. Nova is waiting.”

“No,” Fox says.

“No?”

“Hurts. Moving—It hurts. Just leave me here for a bit. I’ll—I’ll be up later.”

Thire frowns. “I’m not leaving you here, Fox. Where does it hurt?”

“Head. Back. Everywhere.”

“Okay. How about this? I pick you up and get you to medical without you having to do a thing, and once you’re there Nova can help you.”

“It’ll hurt.”

“You’re very strong and brave.”

“Stop talking to me like I’m shiny,” Fox bites. Then sighs. “Okay. You can carry me.”

Thire carefully lifts his brother into his arms. Fox is quiet. If Thire had to guess he’d say that he’s biting back any noises that’d indicate he’d be in pain.

There’s blood sipping through the armor.

“Fox, how badly are you hurt,” Thire croaks as he arranges Fox to be as comfortable as possible and then quickly starts walking.

“I’ll live.”

“Fuck. What did he do to you?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary.”

“You’re shaking.”

“Probably from—the shocks.”

“You’re in shock?”

“No, dumbass. Electrical shocks.”

“Fucking hell, Fox.”

Fox doesn’t respond. He leans against Thire’s chestplate and Thire hears him breathe heavily through the helmet.

“Almost there, Commander,” he tries. Fox doesn’t respond.

As soon as he enters medbay Nova is in front of him, taking Fox’s still form out of his arms and wordlessly moving him to one of the beds. “Help him get that off,” they instruct. Thire moves to remove Fox’s individual armor pieces, and once those are gone Nova helps sit Fox up so they can get him out of his undersuit. Thire has to stop himself from wincing as he sees the bruises covering his body.

“I’ll kill him one day,” Thire says. Nova injects something in Fox’s arm and Fox takes the treatment silently, not quite looking at them. He does squeeze Thire’s hand back when Thire moves to hold his. “You know you can’t,” he breathes.

“Why were you in the hallway in the first place?”

“Wanted to go to my room after. Didn’t get further.”

“Idiot,” Thire says.

“I outrank you. Have—fuck, that hurts.”

Nova works quietly. Fox tightens his hold on Thire’s hand, and Thire imagines what it’d be like to put a bullet through the Chancellor’s skull.

Thanks for the tag @chopper-base ! I love doing these!

1. I love my drawing ability. I may get burnt out from it from time to time but I love looking back on the characters I’ve made and seeing how far I’ve gotten.

2. I like how I can come up with a full short story right off the top of head just by thinking about how characters would interact with each or how they would react in a certain situation.

3. I like how I can ramble about certain topics for a long time and still get my point across (usually).

4. I like that I can make friends fairly easily. I might not always feel like it but I think I’ve made quite a few!

5. I like being able to understand people with really thick accents. I had been told by some friends in hs that they couldn’t always understand a girl we knew who was from Egypt but I never had that issue in communication. I have my grandparents to thank for that one lol.

This was harder than I’d like to admit yet easy at the same time??? I don’t know how to explain that 😅

No pressure tags!

@spicylasat @worm-in-a-trenchcoat

And I don’t have that many followers so here’s just some people I follow to spread the self love.

@amikoroyaiart @catawampuscorner @cyareclones

When you get this you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)❤️❤️❤️

agggghhhh ty for this 🥹♥️

hmmmmmmmm

i uh. write good?

i have impeccable taste in music

my hands look nice I guess

i have a brilliant collection of hug gifs

I HAVE KRIFFING AWESOME TUMBLR MOOTS

tagging bc I’m lazy @one-happy-silent-geek-girl @void-of-erebos @im-someone-i-guess @fierreth-who @metalhusbands @twelve-kinds-of-trouble @kazoo-the-demjin @saltyfortunes @confused-as-all-hell

Cody's Best One-Liners

There’s a piece of flimsi tacked to the wall, unassuming in a way that is casually acute and altogether too smug. The letters loop gracefully, but they point at the ends like a lighthearted jab.

Which, naturally, they are, because at the top of the flimsi in Obi-Wan’s dry-humored handwriting is written “Cody’s Best One-Liners.”

Cody never knows whether to laugh or grimace or roll his eyes, but for the life of him he doesn’t have the heart to take it down.

So it grows, an entry popping up every few days with the same amused devotion that plays in the twitches of the Jedi Master’s beard.

“Maybe a cough drop would do it.” And the admirals had glowered, but Obi-Wan hacked out a strangled laugh and suggested that perhaps, indeed, General Grievous could be persuaded to negotiate.

“If you leave them alone they’ll be glued together by the time anyone gets back.” Boil looked affronted, but Waxer had covered giggles behind his hands while Boil’s mask melted. They snorted, identically, and even the shinies had laughed.

“No need to call the demolition crew. Rex’s guys will take care of it.”

“You’re not confused, sir, you’re just wrong.”

“Wolfpack’s late again - I suppose General Koon really is serious about that parental quality time thing….”

“You are not excused from eating your rations unless the Force feeds you, which is exactly what I will do if you don’t.”

Obi-Wan takes great pleasure in adding to it. He saunters up to the flimsi almost lazily, a pen between his fingers, a loose grin coloring his cheeks, and pointedly does not look at Cody when he makes his little expansions. He just smiles, somewhere between stupid and knowing. It’s insufferably affectionate, and it drives Cody half-mad.

It’s safely in their joint apartment, the one the Jedi and the Marshal Commander accidentally share, so it’s not like someone will stumble in to see it. A private joke.

But Obi-Wan’s other great pleasure comes from dropping hints about it. “We ought to write that one down, Commander,” he’ll say, or “how I wish I were inspired enough to make even half of Cody’s quips.”

Most embarrassingly, he introduces them both to the new batch of shinies with “don’t be fooled by Cody’s formidable exterior. Our dear Commander has quite the sense of humor….” which makes Cody glad for his bucket. Wooley excuses himself and steps a safe distance away, where undoubtedly he can laugh without the shinies knowing.

But Cody looks back at it and can’t help feeling warm.

He sits on the tiny couch they share, in the common room between their separate bedrooms. There’s movement on the other side of the thin wall - Obi-Wan must be in the ‘fresher. His datapad is held in his lap; a cup of caf steams on the wobbly end table beside him.

Obi-Wan comes through the door, a cup of warm tea pressed into his palm, and settles next to Cody on the couch. The drink is herbal, subtle, a vaguely floral sweetness. There is something stronger underneath, solid and quietly bright.

“Cassius?” the commander asks, and cants his head towards the mug.

The Jedi hums. “The Mandalorians say it brings good health.”

Cody looks up, a wry smile and raised eyebrows and a soft tease. “I hope so, considering your vendetta against a full night’s sleep.”

Obi-Wan throws his head back and laughs, comfortably surprised. The sound is effortlessly joyful, and Cody wishes for that kind of peace. The general seems to carry it inside of him, as if it is woven into the essence of his flesh, his clothes, his beard, into the crabbed, gentle elegance of his handwriting.

Obi-Wan fumbles for a pen.

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212th for 212? More coming soon, hopefully :)

I wrote the beginning of this piece a few weeks ago and ran right into a wall. It took some effort to finish, but I do love this idea. If anyone's seen this post, yeah. I will never get over Cody's dumb f**king banter. Or Cody, in general.

I will, therefore, leave you with an alternate one-liner that *almost* made it in here. Wolfpack's late again - though I would be too if I had to organize a platoon's worth of Father's Day gifts for General Koon.

TBOBF in 3....

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taglist: @sexy-rex @artemis98 @handsignals @ladysongmaster @moobrvoobl-moobmoob-oobmpoobroom

Caf Crawling | Page 1

Behold. More Foxiyo shenanigans. Directly inspired by my other Coffee Run thing. Introducing…Caf Crawling! (… I should not be allowed to name things)

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Midnight crisis in the Senate pantry! Senator Riyo Chuchi, working late on Republic matters of state, decides to get a late night caf, only to be locked inside the pantry! Public humiliation and deadlines loom! Can Mysterious Voice Person help her??

Read all here: https://carrinth.tumblr.com/tagged/caf-crawling/chrono

I’m very curious as to what this means for my life lol Like… do I need to reevaluate a few decisions??? Eh that’s for future me to worry about.

No pressure tags!

@catawampuscorner @amikoroyaiart @tattycoram @dominoxsquad @spicylasat and anyone else!

NEW CHALLENGE

1. FIRST, create a picrew using this maker, and then 2. SECOND take this quiz on how fandom would see you if you were a fictional character.  3 (THIRD) POST YOUR PIC AND YOUR DESCRIPTION IN THE REBLOG!

Bastard (Good)

You’re a bastard. A wet cat, if you will. And we love you for it. You’re a little shit, but in the good way. You are the baddest babygirl. You killed a man, but you looked good doing it. You flirted with the hero and the enemy. All of Tumblr is madly in love with you. Congrats, I guess?

Tagging EVERYONE but especially @magicaltear, @the-beeses-kneeses, @wafflesrisa, @mykingdomforapen, @marbat, @scientistsinistral, @halberdierminister​!

Spiderman Field Trip Fic Recs

Whoever came up with this trope honestly deserves an award... every single one of them manages to do something different, and most of them are hilarious!

This is the worst timeline by Hittinmiss (6.6k)

this fic is absolutely hysterical from start to finish, with cameos from almost all of the Avengers and a (let's be honest) realistic number of vine references.

Mr Stark Enough For You? (another field trip fic bcs we dont have enough) by Livinei (7k)

this is one of my all time favourite field trip fics... the relationship with tony & peter is just written so perfectly and it is so sweet!

It's Above My Clearance Level by tsk (5k)

this fic is so funny!!! the sheer curiosity of all of Peter's classmates even when they are getting told they can't ask questions makes me laugh every time

Perhaps He's Not Missing Out After All. by NotYoCheese (6.6k)

this is just so sweet!! i would pay all of the money to see the look on Flash's face as well xD

The Field Trip by DJ_unicornsgr8 (8.6k)

i think the tag "Flash has no sense of self preservation" sums this entire fic up pretty well!

Definitely Worth It by jennylarner (16k)

Peter is not having a good day in this, but it is so worth it, exactly as the title says!

from your perspective, the world is flat by blueh (18k)

this fic has a lot more peril than most of them do, and i would say it's probably it's the different to the rest of the fics... but it is written amazingly, and i just love all of the characters in this!

so...that's all of them. if you have any fic suggestions or you want me to make a specific fic rec list, feel free to ask! and, as always, thank you to all the wonderful authors for writing and sharing all of these :D

Obi-Wan giving his Eeopie a treat everyday.

Obi-Wan buying back his stolen part and joking about having it cleaned but not getting mad and paying for it anyway.

Obi-Wan saving up his money to buy little Luke a toy starship.

Obi-Wan giving the clone trooper vet money

Obi-Wan buying Leia fun gloves even though they're on the run.

Obi-Wan realizing Leia is attached to the droid and instantly changing his tune.

BUT ALSO

The Jedi saving the Bartender.

Owen staying silent.

The girl giving Obi-Wan free spice.

Haja not only sending Obi-Wan to a ship to escape but also facing down an Inquisitor.

IS THIS SHOW ABOUT KINDNESS? I'M SO HAPPY.

It’s Not a Plot Hole, It’s Foreshadowing

vs.

It’s Not a Plot Hole, It’s Just Something That They Opted Not to Spoon-feed You Because It Would Be Obvious If You Thought About It For 20 Seconds

vs.

It May Be a Plot Hole, But It Still Works In Terms of the Story’s Themes and Character Logic

vs.

Okay, It Is a Plot Hole, What Are You Going to Do, Cry about It?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIR MOSS!!!!!!! UR AN OLD MAN NOW!! i hope u have a fantastic wonderful day bc u deserve only the best :)) can i pls get. spectres / rebels modern au. with fluff :)

THANK YOU BELOVED

only a week late!! BUT. here!

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"I've changed my mind," Kanan says. "Letting you get me into archery was the best decision I've ever made."

Hera snorts from behind him, dropping her forehead onto his shoulder and moving her hands down to his waist. She presses her hips closer to his and a kiss to his jaw, then starts correcting his posture.

"Elbow down, love." She taps it and Kanan moves down so it's level with his chin. "I am fully aware that you wanted me to do this in a sexy way, just so you know, but I'm too invested in making sure your form is good."

"You focus on my form, I'll focus on the horny," Kanan jokes, waggling his eyebrows in such an endearingly dumb fashion that Hera can't help but kiss him.

"Maybe if we both focus on your form you might actually hit something," Hera teases. Kanan gasps, faux offended, and proceeds to lament at how horribly his wife treats him.

"Such cruelty from such a pretty woman," he bemoans. "I can't believe you'd treat me like this. This is homophobia and racism and sexism. I have been hate-crimed."

Hera outright laughs at that, dropping her hold on Kanan so that she can double over and use her hands to try to muffle her laughter. "Racism," she giggles. "I'm from Haiti, you dumb fuck."

"And I'm Latino, what's your point?" Kanan shoots back, a grin on his face. "Racism, I tell you. You are conspiring to bully me over my terrible archery skills because I'm Latino and you're not."

"Bozhe moy," comes a tired, Russian voice. "They're at it again, Zeb."

Hera looks behind her, a wide smile on her face. Aleksandr Kallus, Zeb's mysterious Russian boyfriend whom Hera is fairly sure is ex-FSB, is walking over to them with a pistol at his waist, his ear defenders round his neck, and Zeb's arm round his hips. Ezra trails behind them, looking dejected.

Ezra was adopted when he was seven and Hera and Kanan were each twenty. He'd been a surly, snappish kid, traumatised by the deaths of his parents only a few months before his adoption. He could've been Kanan's kid by birth, with how similarly they act.

"First you don't let me shoot and then I have to see Mom and Dad being all gross?" The fourteen-year-old complains. "Sabine would let me have a gun."

"No she wouldn't," Aleksandr says firmly. "After lunch I will teach you the air rifle - will that make you feel better?"

Ezra whoops, doing a strange little dance Zeb had taught him the first time they'd met. He's never truly grown out of it - not that Hera cares, she actually really likes the fact that Ezra feels comfortable enough around them to express his happiness - and it makes Zeb smile.

"Don't point the arrow at your feet!" Aleksandr snaps at Kanan, who starts and lifts the bow back up. "If you shoot your foot then you will have problems walking for a very long time."

"Bloody KGB," Kanan teases. He slowly relaxes the bow and takes the arrow out of the nock, putting it back into Hera's quiver.

"That's racist," Aleksandr says, folding his arms and looking at Kanan with an unflinching expression. Kanan stares back, baffled, and Aleksandr's eyebrow twitches from the effort he goes through to hold in his laughter.

Hera watches it click in Kanan's head; he yelps, smacking Aleksandr with his bow. "You are the only white person here!" Kanan retorts, laughing. "This has got to be the most ethnically diverse family in existence!"

And because Hera loves riling him up: "Technically Aleksandr adds to the diversity of the group, love."

Kanan groans.

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send a (belated) birthday writing prompt?