Ahsoka sipping on some hot chocolate: Where's the fire?
Rex frantically rushing past Ahsoka: Jesse dared Fives to try out his pick up lines on Kenobi! I have to stop this!
Ahsoka now jogging along with him: Master Obi-wan is pretty chill, I'm sure it'll be fine.
Rex: It's not Kenobi I'm worried about.
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Fives, seating himself down across from Obi-wan in the mess: Your robes look nice today sir.
Members of Ghost now staring at Fives in horror:
Obi-wan, trying not to laugh: Oh? Thank you.
Fives, ignoring the shadow that falls across him: You know where they'd look even better?
Cody, hand suddenly gripping Fives shoulder, with the most deadpan menacing voice: Where would that be trooper?
Fives, life flashing before his eyes: Right where they're at sir!
so a few days ago I saw this post, and the accompanying tags from @brrmian :
the idea of Cody being simultaneously so cool on the surface and constantly overanalysing every interaction stuck with me so much that I ended up spitting all my thoughts into existence
so
enjoy a brief look into Commander Cody's mind:
its girlhugging day reblog this to girlhug prev
“Hell no, I could kill you where you stand. I’m no pet, I’m a married man.”
THIS. THIS IS WHY EPIC IS GOING PLACES. THIS WHY ODYSSEUS IS THE SINGLE MOST AMAZING PROTAGONIST EVER. THIS ONE LINE. DO YOU KNOW WHY???
Alexander Hamilton, protagonist of the hit musical of the 2010’s: How could I say no to her? My wife will never know. No one has to know.
Also Alexander: This is the only way to protect my legacy. The Reynold’s Pamphlet.
Odysseus: Hell no, I could kill you where you stand. I’m no pet, I’m a married man.
Also Odysseus: You plotted to kill my son. You planned to rape my wife. All of you are going to die.
I end up staring at my notifications like
I love lightsabers and everything they must have come to represent. There must be few things as reassuring as hearing a lightsaber ignite, in the age of the Republic before the Sith made their re-emergence. Just thinking about what Jedi use their lightsabers for. Carve out a passage, illuminate in the darkness, and defend people.
I can imagine a person, terrified, threatened, hiding, unsure of what would happen... small. I imagine this person hearing a lightsaber ignite. The relief. It's going to be okey now. Help is here.
Because few people, if not Jedi, ever use a lightsaber or have the expertise to use it. It's not an accessible weapon, and that makes it reassuring, because it is much more likely the use of it is going to be precise and deliberate. It is much more likely to be used by a person who trained for it and is going to be concious of the danger it represents. Any person can pick up a blaster- doesn't mean they know how not to hit the wrong target.
So yeah, thinking about that. Lightsabers. Tools of defense. Designed to work within the range of a single individual. Holding the heart of kyber to remind the user of the value of life. Characteristic of a culture that is known for their dicipline and desire to serve others.
I love lightsabers.
So now I need a fic where Erik says Angel and means it. He then gently pulls Charles closer and kisses him on the forehead, saying angel again.
He embraces him, tucks Charles' face into his shoulder, as though to keep him safe and hidden and protected from the world and everything in it.
He buries his face in Charles' hair while murmuring Charles' name and endearments (angel, liebling, that sort of thing).
It fades out on the two of them wrapped around each other, crying softly, holding onto each other for dear life, swaying ever so slightly, just being there together, because they're both so tired and hurting and alone and they are each the only thing that can make the other whole.
Logan is just in the background blue-screening, because this honestly just explains so, so many things.
Honestly one of the cruelest things Erik did to Charles was pause after saying Angel. You can see the anger fade immediately, he thinks for a moment that Erik is meeting him with love and gentleness. It anchors him, he stops to really look at him. Eyes to lips. For a moment he thought Erik called him Angel.
And he’s throughly confused why Erik is listing names after. I’m going to be sick.
Charles: *kisses Erik's cheek* Erik: What was that?! Charles: Affection. Erik: Disgusting. Charles: Erik: Erik: Do it again
peak philosophy in ao3 tags
Fanfic about the scene of Erik killing Shawn on the beach, with any consequences for Charles - angst, but with a happy ending. Please.