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thecleverqueer · 7 months

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Y’all.

The point of the Clone Wars flashback in the Ahsoka series was partially fan service. Yes. But, those of you that are mad that Obi-Wan and Cody and Waxer and Boil and Mace Windu and Ursa Wren and Gar Saxon and Maul and Bo-Katan Kryze and Rook Cast weren’t in it missed the whole goddamned point of the flashback, so let me explain:

Everyone has bitched tirelessly about Ahsoka being stoic and reserved and “not like herself” (I will die on the “she’s in her forties…leave my baby girl alone… she’s tired, sore and premenopausal…” hill, still…)

Ultimately, she’s been “out of character” because she was carrying all of the Anakin trauma around like a two hundred pound weight on her shoulders. She blamed herself, and she feared who she was so much so that she was unwilling to get close to others and spread the wisdom that the years have afforded her…something a Jedi just does. She couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Enter this sequence… the moment she FINALLY lets go of the Anakin guilt/ hang ups.

I knew something like this was coming. Some moment that changed her back to the more recognizable Ahsoka. The one that embraced her friends. The one that was willing to share the lessons that she learned with others. The one that would have loved to have a padawan of her own. The one that wasn’t always running away, being flaky.

This was it. And, there were two big takeaways from the moment.

1.) Anakin was always Vader, and Vader was always Anakin… and she had nothing to do with that. Her leaving the order played literally no role. It wasn’t on her. It never was. He was already teetering on that line way before she entered his life. I mean, he slaughtered an entire village of Tuskens down to the last woman and child. He said and did questionable shit to Ahsoka herself too throughout their time together. Was he like a brother to her? Sure. Was he borderline abusive at times? Also, yes. Regardless, her eyes were opened in that first battle…where he basically told her to fight or die. Fair, under the circumstances… still, Ahsoka was trained to be a Jedi, not a murderer. Anakin relished in it. She didn’t really, especially when it came to losing her own men in battle. The clones were her friends, her brothers. Anakin didn’t seem to give a shit about the clones. Unsurprising.

2.) She realized that it wasn’t just Anakin’s legacy that she would carry on. She has her own legacy. It doesn’t have to be one of death and destruction. Is Ahsoka a lot like Anakin? Yes. She’s impulsive, hot-headed, stubborn, emotional, and intense, but that’s not all. Ahsoka is caring, patient, understanding, and loving in a compassionate sense. She’s grown wise, strong and sage. Anakin isn’t the only part of her line and that legacy… Obi-Wan is a part. Qui-Gon is a part. Yoda is a part. Ahsoka is a little bit of all of them. It made her realize that she’s so much more than just a warrior. She’s a great Jedi like the ones that came before her. Inevitably, she has a choice. She can choose not to serve the dark, despite it being part of that legacy, and she can pass on what she has learned without fear.

The moment was about just that. It wasn’t meant to actually be an episode of The Clone Wars. The flashback served a very specific purpose as laid out above. There are 133 episodes of The Clone Wars if you want to watch a Clone Wars episode with all the characters of the Clone Wars. This moment was about Ahsoka overcoming her guilt and fear caused by Anakin becoming what he became so that Ahsoka could actually embrace who she is. Specifically.

Now we have a happy, more well-rounded, Gandalf-like Ahsoka that has slayed her Balrog. Now we get to see her be the Jedi she has always been inside. Now we will see her be there for her friends. Now we will see her mentor and share her wisdom and teach the ways of the ones that came before her without fear.

#star wars #ahsoka tano #the clone wars #ahsoka series #ahsoka spoilers #pro jedi #anakin skywalker #shadow warrior #because some of you missed the whole ass point #battle of ryloth #siege of mandalore #ahsoka the white

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loveoaths · 1 year

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i refuse to write luke skywalker as always rational and sunshiney and din djarin as always stoic and honorable.

because luke can be whiny and enjoys complaining and doubts himself but he keeps going and it’s his refusal to quit that gets him to the other side. and he had to learn that, that dogged tenacity, with time and experience and yoda’s help on dagobah. he wears coco chanel and could kill god but he’s too busy housing hot milk juice. he’s the greatest jedi who ever lived but he also knows jack-all shit about the legacy he carries because he got the jedi speedrun. his first student knows more about being a jedi than he does and luke feels weird and less capable because of it. he still doesn’t quite know how to feel about his biofather, his feelings change every day, and he doesn’t know if he ever will. he knows next to nothing about his biomother and no one seems to think that’s weird at all. he loves sand. he misses home. he never wants to go home. he doesn’t know where home is anymore. he wanted to be a cool hero all his life and now that he is one he isn’t sure he’d have left tattooine if he’d known what it would have cost him back then, even if he knows now it was the right thing to do. he loves quickly and deeply and it’s his greatest strength and his greatest flaw, and his love is what saves his father but dooms his nephew. he’s a happy guy, not a naive one. he knows too much and not enough all at once. he’s brave and proud and freaky and normal and laughing and groaning all at once. he is a cambrian explosion, the universe convexing and convexing into itself all at once. he’s a hick from space arizonabama. he’s luke skywalker.

and din is not always selfless and honorable or deadly and murderous. that man does some reckless as shit sometimes. like get in a concrete boat in a lava river when he had a jet pack. or nearly getting eaten by every large-to-giant animal he stumbles across. or bringing a baby to a gunfight (although to his credit, the baby usually wins the gunfight). he’s also vengeful and leaves a guy to get eaten by street ratdogs with the calm air of a man who has done this before and walks away playing with his baby while a man screams bloody murder behind him. he tries to be polite and avoids killing people he doesn’t need to, but if you step to him he will cut you down without a second thought, and he will not feel bad about it. he was going to leave a teenager/young man toro calican to die because he was annoying until he begrudgingly agreed to help him. when he was young he referred to enemy combatants as “target practice” and fucked around with xi’an so he has terrible-good taste simultaneously. he just be doing shit and surviving because he’s literally wearing plot armor. he has anxiety. he has a heart— not a big one, but an honest one. he’s practical and ruthless when necessary. he’s a warrior and a protector, a father and an orphan, a zealot and an apostate, the sword and the shield, the hunter and the hunted. he lashes out when he’s frustrated and reins himself in to get a job done. he takes no bullshit but also, yes he does. he’s faced The Horrors and takes a space ambien before bed because his middle aged back fucking hurts. he’s a little guy. that’s din djarin.

they’re both complex and weird and funny and tragic and hopeful and messy as hell and basically i’m saying they should fight then fuck about it.

#yelling at myself on my blog instead of writing the fic? more likely than you’d think.#walkie talkie.#din djarin #luke skywalker #dinluke

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floffytofu · 8 months

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The Padawan

The young woman humming while holding her baby, trying to stop their cries in her arms, even her head feels dizzy from blood loss. She is still trying to sing lullaby, ignoring the stare from a Jedi behind her.

"I can still heal you and bring you to coruscant" The Jedi knell beside her looked at her eyes with faint sorrow. "You know it will be too late for that Jedi master, I just need you to promise me one thing" The woman looked at the Jedi with pleading eyes and a single tear rolling down. "Please give my baby home to go back, don't let them be alone"

The jedi master swallowed hard, looking at the baby who is asleep peacefully now. He knew that Jedi couldn't form any attachment. He knew that he couldn't promise her anything. He knew that he had to ask all of the Jedi Council members permission first. But at the moment, he can't bring himself to say no to her. He can't bring himself to deny a desperate mother who just wants to save her child. And he can't deny the Force calling him to accept and promise to her.

"I promise"

-Time skip 10 years later-

"And what do you think you doing with that bird young one?"

You stop at your track, looking at Master Windu with a sheepish smile, holding a bird in your chest, afraid to drop it. "Oh, I uh- I found it at the outside Master, someone accidentally stepped on its leg. So I brought it to Healher Che"

Windu looked at you with skeptical eyes and sigh. He took the bird gently and looked at the leg who seemed already healed. He looked back at you "It looks fine now"

You nodded at him and released a breath who you didn't even realise you were holding "Can I keep it Master? Just to make sure it didn't get hurt"

Windu closed his eyes for a brief moment and kneeled in front of you. He held your shoulder gently "What do we learn about attachment young one?" you frown and sigh "I know attachment can lead to the dark side Master, but I promise I won't. I just want to take care of it"

Windu shook his head gently and stood up. He looked at you with a more serious gaze now or you called it with 'the council members gaze' "Young one, you need to control your emotions in check. You have already grown up now and soon you will be selected as a Padawan. If you can't control your emotions, it will be hard for you to be chosen as Padawan and we don't want that to happen"

You looked down at your feet and nodded "Yes Master, I understand" Looking at that, Windu's gaze softened, he took one of your hands and put the bird in your palm.

"Now let's set this little bird free together, shall we?"

You look up at the old Master and smile.

"With young Skywalker, how young Ahsoka did, hmm? Much potential the duo possessed" Master Yoda looked at Obi-Wan with a faint smile. Obi-Wan sat down on his chair and nodded at the old Grand Master "They indeed made a great duo Master, Ahsoka's presence really making a good influence on Anakin to teach him responsibility"

The Grandmaster nodded satisfied, "After young Skywalker, another Padawan, do you desire young Kenobi? perhaps hmm?" Obi-Wan rubs a hand over his beard, seems in deep thought "I don't think taking a Padawan is a really good choice in the middle of this war, but after looking at Ahsoka and Anakin. Perhaps I'll consider it Master"

"Good, it seems. Padawan for himself, Master Windu is already choosing hmm?" The old Master looking at Windu while holding his tomb. There’s a beat of silence before his reply comes "I do Master Yoda, but I still feel unsure considering their age is too young to become a Padawan"

The Grand Master shook his head gently and smiled. "Matter, age does not, to become a Padawan. Strong with the Force, they are, and guide them, it will. hmm" Windu nodded at this and seemed to agree with Master Yoda.

The Council continue the long discussion about taking young Padawan to the war zone. Some disagree. Some agree and the others simply remain silent. The idea of Jedi as a peacekeeper leading war is never to sit right in the first place, and now they had to bring the young Jedi to lead the Republic war? But they didn't have any other choice. It's what they believe so. Before the war there were more than thousands of them, and now because of this war there's a lot of them who had died to sacrifice themselves for the Republic victory. And now for the sake of peace, for the sake of their Jedi code lead them to this discussion.

"Heard enough, I have. Taking a vote, we will be. Consider the matter, we must. Collective decision, it shall be. Wisdom and insight, each member shall bring." Says Master Yoda, Before the council votes, the door swung open. Revealed the young Tholothian girl looks troubled "Ah- Apologize for the sudden interruption Masters" the young girl bow for a moment "Easy young one, what can we do for you?" says Master Plo koon gently, trying to ease the panic in her voice. The girl calmed her breath and answered

"There's a fight in the training ground"

Upon hearing the news, Master Yoda shook his head gently before swiftly making his way to the training ground, the rest of the council trailing closely behind. As they arrived at the training ground, they met with a disheartening sight. A pair of young Jedis, visibly battered and bruised, stood before them. Looking at their arrival, the boy quickly ran to them, leaving you behind with broken saber training in your hand.

"Masters please help me, they keep attacking me. It hurts Masters please"

Fury surged within you as the false accusations reached your ears, igniting a burning anger that consumed your thoughts and clouded your vision. You quickly tried to calm your anger, as you composed your thoughts and began to explain in desperate "No I didn't do it! He attacked me first, Masters please"

Your gaze darted anxiously from one council member to another, your eyes filled with a plea for belief. As your gaze meets with Windu's, you only look at the disappointment in his eyes, breaking your heart more. You drop the broken saber training in your hand and run away.

-a few hours ago, before the incident-

The training room crackled with energy as your lightsaber met with your sparing partner. Your blades whirled through the air. Trying to find the opening in your opponent's attack, sweat trickled down your forehead remaining focus. The air crackled with the hum of blades, each strike resonating with an intensity that sent vibrations through your very core. In a moment, you seized an opening in your opponent's defense. Purple and blue blade clash together as you swing, breaking his defense and disarming him.

Holding two training lightsabers in your hand, you point at his neck as your gaze meets his hard one. You lower your lightsaber and offering his weapon back, he snatched it from your grasp with a sudden, harsh motion as his gaze remained hard "You just lucky this time"

You scoff at that as you rolled your eyes, "Yeah, say that after I beat you like 3 times today Ian" He gritted his teeth, his jaw clenching tightly as a visible sign of his seething frustration, you sigh. "Seriously? I never understand why you seem to hate me that much. You know hatred can lead to the darkside" Without warning, he launched himself forward, his attack swift and ferocious as you block his blue lightsaber.

"Say that to someone who weild a purple lightsaber like you" He taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. As he kept lunged forward attacking you with furious swings, "You forget that Master Windu had the same saber as mine" you spat back as you raised your lightsaber to block the oncoming attack, the two blades colliding in a shower of sparks.

Your movements aimed at deflecting the blows rather than launching counterattacks. Despite your best efforts to block and avoid the attacks, Ian continued to press on relentlessly until he broke your defense as a strike landed solidly in your arm sending a jolt of pain towards your body "Stop, I don't want to hurt you" you strained, your voice laced with determination. But Ian seemed undeterred, he attacked unabated. As his face contorted with anger, he scoffed dismissively.

"Fight back your coward! No one chooses me as a Padawan because of you!" He lunge his lightsaber towards you as you block his attack again, "Maybe because you are not ready" you reply, making him shake his head, a mix of anger and frustration as he unleashed a powerful Force push, Your feet lost their footing, and your body collided with the ground as your head impacting with a jolt. Making your forehead begin to bleed profusely, leaving you momentarily stunned and breathless "I am always ready, more than anyone! until you come and try to get all the Masters attention!"

Gasping for a breath, you slowly rose to your feet as anger slowly began to consume you. You scoff at him as you wipe blood from your forehead "Then it's not my fault that I am more talented than you" you launched yourself towards your opponent. The clash of lightsabers echoed through the air as you unleashed a flurry of strikes, your movement fueled with a mix of adrenaline and anger. Ian seems taken aback by your sudden burst of energy, making you strike his arm and push him with force as the impact made him slam against the wall. You crash your lightsaber training on the wall beside his head as you try to gather your breath "I told you before, I don't want to hurt you"

After Master Yoda tells the boy to meet Healher Che at Medbay, he looks back at Obi-Wan gaze who remains still looking in the direction where your little figure ran away a minute ago. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked at the Grand Master, "Remind you of yourself, do they, young Kenobi? hmm" Master Yoda's voice carried a touch of curiosity and insight, his eyes gazing deeply into the young Jedi Master.

The question making Obi-Wan Kenobi pause, as a brief of flashback memories when he remembers he also got himself in the same position as you now. "Yes, Master Yoda," Obi-Wan responded, his voice steady yet tinged with a touch of introspection. "I didn't sense any lie in their words, they were telling the truth. I believe that the boy provokes them first"

But you can also sense anger from them" answer Windu as he sighing softly. There's a brief moment before he continues "I can't train them Master Yoda" Yoda nodded at this and looked back at Obi-Wan who seemed troubled. "But, Master Windu," Obi-Wan began, his tone measured yet earnest, "Surely you can train them to ease their anger"

Master Windu's expression remained stoic, his features unmoved by Obi-Wan's words. "My saber fighting form is not suitable for them" Master Windu paused, allowing a moment of silence to settle in the air. "You know well that Vapaad was explained as being a state of mind rather than just a fighting style. With their unstable emotions. It would lead them to the dark side, and I don't want to take that risk"

Obi-Wan's fingers instinctively reached up and grazed his beard, a troubled expression crossing his face. In his eyes, he saw reflection of his own past. He can feel how scared and lost you are. He can feel your desperation, the anger you feel when not being heard or understood. The look in your eyes broke his heart and he knew that he shouldn't feel this way as a Jedi, but he was willing to take the risk. He won't let you feel just like he did in his past, he won't let you feel alone.

"I'll take them as my Padawan"

A mischievous twinkle danced in Yoda's ancient eyes as a knowing smile spread across his face. It feels like he had foreseen this very moment unfold before him, "Train them, you will, hmm. The willingness of the Force, it seems."

You keep runaway ignoring the blood still dripping from your forehead and the pain as your head feels dizzy, until you reach the room of a thousand fountains. You hide behind the bush as you leaning against a sturdy rock, you huddled close, your arms wrapped tightly around your knees. Tears welled up in your eyes, shimmering with a mixture of sorrow, sadness, and anger. You don't understand how Ian could be that cruel. He is always bothering you since Ahsoka and Caleb are chosen as Padawans and shortly after that, Cal is also chosen and leave you behind alone.

You know you haven't been chosen because of your age, and now after the fight it will become worse. There's no Jedi Master who wants a Padawan like you, the one who can't control their anger. You hate this, being alone. You missed Ahsoka, she always comes to find you when you feel alone, and now she's not here. You are truly alone now, you think, until you sense someone coming. You look up as you see Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi smiling softly at you. When he sees you didn't say anything, he sat down beside you.

"Master Windu told me this is your favorite place"

You look down and refuse to meet his eyes, "What do you want Master Kenobi?" Your voice slightly trembles, making Obi-Wan's heart clench, he sighs "I don't come here to punish you young one, don't worry. I know how you feel" you scoff at this and the realization washed over you, that you had scoffed Master Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi. You quickly muttered an apology, but to your surprise he just laughed softly "I know it sounds unbelievable to you, but I can tell you a story about myself before I get chosen as a Padawan. How does that sound?"

You blinked up at him and nodded, he smiled at this. Obi-Wan's fingers reached up and grazed his beard as he couldn't help but wear a mischievous smile, a glint of playfulness dancing in his eyes. "But I don't think I have much time for that, since I need to go back to my batallion" He can sense disappointment in you as you nodded in understanding.

"But" he paused, as his smile widened. "I can tell you more story if you come with me as my Padawan" As the words left Obi-Wan's lips, a surge of surprise washed over you, your eyes widen. The surprise painted your face with a mixture of awe and gratitude. You shook your head gently still can't believe what just happened "But why?" you whisper, Obi-Wan's gaze soften. He raised his hand and reached out towards your cheek, he brushed away the tears.

"Because you remind me of myself. You are strong in force and talented young jedi, and I won't let you be alone"

#obi wan x padawan reader platonic #codywan #obi wan kenobi #star wars #clone wars #commander cody #padawan reader #child reader #reader insert #cody x reader platonic #obi wan x reader #cody x reader #platonic

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captainkirkk · 2 years

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Do you ever think about how obi is the youngest on the council? All of his. colleagues remember him as a baby and an angry teenager. I would die if that was my workplace

ONLY ALL THE TIME

Obi-Wan getting jokingly called the "Council baby" in fics brings me so much joy. They recall when he was a feral, traumatised kid who would constantly get into trouble (though not much has changed there.....). Yoda has padawan photos. After Obi-Wan fucked up on a mission and landed himself in medbay, Yoda probably forwarded them to the rest of the council as punishment for getting hurt. Obi-Wan is STILL mad about it.

Anakin flat-out doesn't believe any of this, until Adi shows him a video of Qui-Gon dangling a squirming teenage Obi-Wan by the back of his robes like a mama tooka to stop him from leaping at another padawan and taking a chunk out of him

#feral padawan obi-wan kenobi rights #sw #sw headcanons #the council would totally rib each other over small stuff like who's the youngest #and it brings me life #anakin: ugh obi-wan is so serene and respected by the entire jedi council i bet he thinks he's the Best Jedi Ever #the council at that very moment: yoda just sent me more photos of baby-wan #look at his chubby little cheeks #the council: is that the real reason why you grew a beard master kenobi? so nobody could see your chubby little baby cheeks?#obi-wan: masters please......................#ask #anon

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phoenixyfriend · 1 year

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AU idea: Anakin and Obi-Wan are dumped way into the past, so far back that Obi-Wan is once again a toddler, and Anakin finds him on Stewjon, waiting with his family for a Jedi to come pick him up.

Anakin… planned on bringing him to the Jedi, really, he did. It just took six months, and he spent most of that time lying to people that Baby-Wan (who is, as we remember, mentally an almost forty-year-old man) is his son. Even after they finally get to the Temple, Obi-Wan sarcastically calls him "dad," always with air quotes to sell/mock it.

The Temple is so relieved to have this MISSING CHILD finally arrive (after the Real Finder showed up to get Obi-Wan and found he'd already been absconded with)* that they're a bit lenient about Anakin like… not existing in their systems. He still has to explain himself to Yoda, but hey.

* the Kenobis have been given an abbreviated summary of the mixup and reassured that it WON'T be happening again

#star wars #the clone wars #anakin and obi wan #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #phoenix talks #time travel #de aging

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probadbatch · 1 month

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Ok Bad Batch fans

I really don't want to be the person who squashes your theories and dreams but there is one thing I just keep seeing and I can't let you get your hopes up and wind up heartbroken over it.

Remember this?

Project Necromancer is the 'somehow' in "somehow, Palpatine returned."

I'm very sorry but this isn't about bringing back Tech. It's about bringing back Palpatine's wrinkly old ass.

Hemlock & Co are trying to clone Palpatine so that his spirit can move from his current body to a clone body and essentially live forever. The trouble they're having is with reproducing Palpatine's force abilities. That's why they're after Omega - something about her blood allows them to transfer force abilities during the cloning process.

The shadow council in Mando season 3 talks about it by name:

I get it, we were all distraught after TBB season 2 ended so Mando season 3 wasn't something we could commit to memory. I feel ya.

To sum it up - the Imperial Remnant has no real leaders among them so they're still trying to clone and resurrect their dead-Emperor in order to take over the galaxy again. But they still don't know how to do it so they're trying to buy themselves time until Hux's dad can figure it out.

That's why they were after Baby Yoda btw - Dr. Pershing needed a sample with his m-count to study so they could get a Palpatine clone that still had force abilities.

They do eventually manage to clone the old bastard but they can't get any force abilities to transfer. That's how Rey came to be - her dad was once of those force-null clones.

And then later they finally cram some amount of force abilities into the clones but as we see in TROS, those clones aren't quite up to snuff and had a tendency to fall apart once he tried to inhabit them with all of his dark side energy. That's why he eventually decided to Sith-lineage his way into inhabiting Rey or whatever the fuck that was at the end of the movie.

Everyone forgets that this guy explains what happened just a few seconds after Oscar Isaac's iconic line:

Also, cloning yourself so you can come back from the dead definitely falls under the category of 'abilities some consider to be unnatural.' That's what he's talking about when he tells Hemlock that many in the Empire would consider his work to be an 'abomination.'

I guess the good news is that since ol' Palps is still having trouble getting a clone body to work for him sixty years later in TROS, that probably means they don't get what they want from Omega.

So again. Very sorry. I really would like to tell you that they're resurrecting Tech. I still think Tech will come back but Project Necromancer won't be how he does it.

#tbb #the bad batch #star wars #project necromancer #somehow palpatine returned #my gifs

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padawansuggest · 1 year

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Jedi are like cats. Which means that Yoda will enforce grooming and cuddles on the littluns. Dooku will interrupt himself mid sentence, say ‘oh sleeby yawn, big stretch!’ When his sleepy Padawan makes his tiredness known in a meeting, and go right back to his sentence without a single pause. It’s jarring. Qui-Gon is that outdoor cat that occasionally comes home with a new kitten and dumps it on the owner like ‘I heard ur bitch ass got baby fever, take this and shut up’. Obi-Wan will pick up Anakin when he’s being annoying and loud and it shuts Anakin right up. Anakin will place things on Ahsoka, mostly her head, and the clones and him make a game of how much they can put on her before she’ll move. All of them sleep in piles and push each other off things and I have been saying it for years but they do this and then the clones join in and they all love it. Cody keeps gently taking small children and animals off his general when Obi-Wan tries to bring them on the ship. Rex gives his general ration bars so maybe Anakin will one day stop eating bugs in Rex’s presence.

You’re not writing them cringe enough. I can help with that.

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #clone wars #qui gon jinn #master dooku #Yoda #ahsoka tano #Jedi are cats

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showstopper35 · 3 months

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GUYS AHH THE BAD BATCH IS COMING IN A MONTH!!!!!!!!

i havent stopped to breath since the announcement

ok predictions, predictions.....

(except none of these are serious)

-nobody dies everything is fine they live happily ever after after they rescue cross and omega

-tech isn't dead (trust) (im delusional)

-OR hes alive and they will turn him evil like the winter soldier

-Ventress becomes like a cool aunt to omega after they rescue her and besties with crosshair

-cody appearance?? with rex??

-someone else from the clone wars comes back (please be boba and he has a duel with cad bane please)

-reference to caleb dune please i beg

-wolffe appearance

-the whole "somehow palpatine returned" thing is revealed bc of the cloning stuff OR OR a baby yoda reference

-someone turn this into a bingo card

-darth vader?? please?? (i just want him)

-Ezras parents??? (im making up pure nonesense)

-nigh sisters lore and they bring back tech from the dead yeah that's totally happening (someone stop me)

-mandolorians somehow in it

-jabba the hutt

-these are just getting worse and worse as I go on

-cody doesn't die and he goes to live with obi-wan

-hunter cuts his hair (i will explode)

-major injury probably

-techs brain is put into a droid to use for tactics (idk what i'm thinking here)

-yeah okay i'm finished anyway I'm so fucking excited you guys have no idea

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samantha-rae-velcher · 11 months

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Little one Pt. 3

Paz Vizsla x Fem reader

Requested by: @canadian-snow-queen @kchavez666 💗💗💗

Warnings: FLUFF!! Protective!Paz, Possessive!Paz, swearing, violence, use of a firearm.

A/n:If you don't like the Warnings please don't read! PLS KEEP MY COMMENT SECTION AGGRESSION FREE!

PART 4 WILL CONTAIN SMUT 👀

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Din had asked the rest of the Mandalorians if they would join him in his fight against the pirates on Navarro. They had all agreed to help, after Paz Vizsla's glorious speech. Y/n was sitting in the ship next to Paz and the other Mando's, they were to be dropped out of the ship and onto the planet surface. Y/n was leaned over, her elbows rested on her legs, lightsaber in hand. She rolled it around in her hands, memories of the past flooding her brain. When she was training, Yoda teaching her the force, he was a wonderful master. He was fair and patient, always taught in intricate detail, showing her everything.

"Do or do not, there is no try." She whispered.

"What did you say?" Paz asked.

"Word's from a wise man. A great man....and Master."

She felt a hand rest on her back, gently rubbing circles.

"If you're afraid-"

"I'm not. I want to fight along side the man I love."

Y/n's gaze met his visor, she gave him a soft smile as she gripped his arm. The large door underneath their feet opened and she looked down to the rocks.

"You don't have a jet pack." Paz said.

"I don't need one."

The chairs dropped from under them and they plummeted it the ground, Y/n landed on her feet with no trouble. The Mandalorian's flew above and headed towards the city, she looked up and a pirates smaller ship caught her eye. Y/n jumped, using the force to go higher, she landed on the top of the vessel, startling the piolet.

With the blue flash of her lightsaber, the ship was going down. She split it in two and jumped off, landing on another one, in which she did the same thing to.

Just before it could hit the ground she leaped off and landed next to Paz in the city, swinging her saber to deflect blaster fire. Vizsla watched as she swiftly moved, knowing when and where the shots was coming from. It amazed him, she suddenly jumped and landed with a boom, knocking over a group of pirates.

Y/n came back to him and took his blaster cannon, aiming at the pirates in the tower. She fired at them until all that was left was a hole in the side of the building and a cloud if smoke.

"This baby is awesome. Imma have to get me one of these." She laughed, handing it back to Paz.

The battle went on, most of the enemy ships were destroyed when one of them locked onto Y/n and started chasing her through the city, shooting at her everytime she accidentally came out into the open.

Soon the relentless pursuit ripped all the energy from her, and she was shot in the side. Paz heard her cry and bolted towards her position, when he saw her laying in the dirt he faced his cannon towards the ship and fired, taking the entire front of it off.

He ran to Y/n's side, picking her up and bringing her into the school. Paz laid her down on a bench, taking a look at her wound. Y/n's eyes slowly opened when he whispered her name, she flinched, feeling the pain.

"Fuck." She cursed.

"It's alright, I'm here. I need you to stay awake, you're loosing a lot of blood."

He stayed with her until Din came plowing in with a good portion of the Mandalorians and Greef Karga. They brought her into the infirmary, Paz held her hand the entire time. Her eyes never left him, her gaze occasionally drifted down his large form, but never did it falter or look to anyone else.

A shock of pain made her cry out when the doc pressed something to her wound.

"Paz!" She shreaked.

He got close and gripped her hand tighter.

"I'm here, Little one. I'm right here."

Y/n buried her head in his shoulder and kissed the fabric that covered his neck, the gesture making his heart beat faster.

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Y/n sat in the covert, staring at the fire. A Mandalorian male watching her from across the cave, making her feel uneasy.

"Got an issue there, Bub?" She asked, not looking up from the flames.

He stood slowly stalking over to her his helmet tilting, he crouched down beside her and gently turned her face towards him.

"I see why Vizsla is so drawn to you." The Mando whispered. "Your beauty is beyond any other."

The look in Y/n's eyes made him chuckle. She looked like she wanted to kill him, but he knew she was far too weak. He ran his thumb over her bottom lip, he was leaning closer when he felt a blade being pressed to the back of his neck.

"Take your hands off of her." Paz's voice growled from behind the man.

"Vizsla." The Mando turned to him, still crouched. "Have you claimed her yet? I haven't heard you voice it."

"She's mine." Paz's tone got deeper the longer the other Mando stayed next to Y/n.

Suddenly the man swung his spear at Vizsla, Knocking him back. Going at him again, he was pushed backwards into the fire. His cloak went up in flames forcing him to shrug it off his shoulders.

The man charged again, stabbing at Paz but missing every time. He was thrown against the wall and was about to swing again when he felt weight against his throat, he coughed attempting to breath but it was impossible.

He fell to his knees, causing Paz to step back in shock and confusion. The other Mando looked to Y/n, Paz fallowed and saw Y/n with her hand raised to him.

The look in her eye was pure anger, the color slowly faded in and out from e/c to yellow then back to e/c. Y/n's arm dropped and she fell on her side. The other Mando gasped for air and sat back against the cave wall.

Paz came over to her, taking her in his arms and carried Y/n to their shared room. He set her down on the cot and brushed her hair out of her face.

"You never cease to amaze me." He whispered.

A weak smiled spread over Y/n's face and her eyes fluttered open. She reached her hand out, running it down his side, feeling his muscle. Paz's breath hitched when he felt her hand stop at his clothed cock. She slowly palmed him through his flight suit, making him lean forward.

"Amaze me, Vizsla." She moaned, biting her lip.

He came closer, his voice so close to her ear.

"You're playing with fire, Little one."

THE END ❤️

I hope you enjoyed

Reblogs are welcome 🤗

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antianakin · 1 year

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I get why everybody seems to think Anakin would genuinely love his kids, even if that love was his regular brand of toxic possessive attachment, since a lot of the original trilogy is focused in on his relationship to Luke and how he ultimately saves Luke.

But Anakin is left with literally no one else by the time Luke comes along, he's killed everybody else he cared about and doesn't know about Yoda or Leia (or that Ahsoka survived). So in a world where Anakin has the chance to raise his kids would radically change his relationship to them when he hasn't, actually, lost everything else.

ESPECIALLY if he still has Padme.

Because I feel like the more likely thing Anakin would feel towards his kids is RESENTMENT. They're a distraction for Padme, an obstruction to his relationship with her, and potentially the reason that Padme gets recalled from being a Senator and Anakin is forced to leave the Jedi. They're his, sure, and a part of him might love them for that alone, but they bring a lot of other bad things with them just by existing. They blow up his secret life in a way nothing else ever would have done. A part of him loves them perhaps, but a larger part of him might wish they weren't around and tries to ignore them and has no real interest in the reality of parenthood and mostly leaves that to Padme or her family members to handle. I honestly cannot see Anakin burping a baby, or changing diapers, or doing potty training. He has so little patience for things like that, he BARELY manages with Ahsoka who's already a teenager but who also still requires him to slow down for her and answer her questions. Having to deal with a helpless baby that will cry in the middle of the night, demanding attention without being able to explain why, being SO needy at basically all times and for a very long period of their lives, would really grate on Anakin.

He might even end up an absent father who just left for most of their younger childhood to escape the burdens of parenting, who takes up jobs that require him to leave the planet for months at a time, only occasionally showing up and missing most big important milestones. Maybe when they hit teenagerhood or so he tries to come back and reacquaint himself with them a little, but at this point they have no real relationship to him at all and were predominantly raised by Padme and the Naberries and are at an age where they might even be starting to leave to begin their own careers, so they have no time for Anakin anymore.

And Anakin being an absent father may just end up being the biggest blessing of their lives again, whether they realize it or not at the time.

#leia organa #luke skywalker #padme amidala #star wars #anti anakin #anti anakin skywalker #anakin critical #anakin skywalker critical

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romanarose · 1 year

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My Hero

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

Reader is just me. What can I say.

Summary: You work at the coffee shop of the London Museum, and you're used to guys being a bit weird, but when one gets a bit handsy, your work crush steps in to help you

Warnings: Guy being creepy, inappropriate touching (just the shoulder) slight aggressive behavior (grip on arm), anxiety attack, references to past trauma but I promise this fic is pretty light, mostly about Steven being a sweety. Breif refernce to Linkin Park and Chester Bennington's suicide, just a fair warning.

A/N: Like most of my fics, this is based off of something that happened to me while working at a cafe in San Diego, except I didn't have a Steven Grant to save me, I had to try and override my freeze response to get out of it, and cry outside alone. Like everything in my life, I process it though writing, to allow myself control over the situation. I was pretty proud of myself for being able to get out of it without help, when for years, I would just freeze.

Italics are Marc, bold is steven, red is jake.

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Christ, he was handsome. Disarmingly so. Steven Grant, your coworker at the gift shop, was just the right kind of dorky. You didn't mean dorky as an insult, ooohhhh no. You were a huge dork. You had a baby Yoda Shirt on right now, and a Simple Plan tattoo from your emo phase that you never quit grew out of.

'It's not a phase mum! This is who I am now!'

And it wasn't a phase! It was who you were!

And Steven seemed to enjoy it, although he may not fully understand it. He came to your register one day, looking absolutely dead tired, not looking at you as he said hello and mumbled something about 'Whatever has caffeine' You gently explain that since this is a coffee shop, almost everything has caffeine. He looked up at you like he was about to break down crying if he had to make a single choice.

"Okay! Okay uuuhhh do you like drinks more sweet, or earthy taste?"

"Er, sweet I supposse. But I'm vegan" He perked up a bit at your bright, patient smile. Get it Steven

"Yeah no problem! We have a vegan caramel, it's a $0.50 upcharge, so are the milk subs, is that okay?"

Cheapest date we've ever had

"Right, of course, no problem there, do you have oat?"

"Absolutely!" There was no line, so you went ahead and made his drink, vegan caramel macchiato two double espresso. "Here, try it!"

Steven, this isn't coffee this is sugar

The man took a drink, and looked almost relieved. "Oh it's wonderful, love! How much do I owe you?" You finally smiled at you, and you felt like your heart would fly out your chest.

God dammit, she's trouble.

You shake your head. "No charge today, call it a taste test"

Okay, now this is the cheapest date we've ever been on

"Oh no! No, I can pay! I don't want to get you in trouble"

You reassure him. "You won't, I'm the morning manager, just come back for more sometime, yeah?"

Damn right we'll be back.

Steven put 5 quid in your tip jar before promising he'd be back. And he was. Every morning for coffee, and usually again in the afternoons for tea. You had taken to visiting him in the gift shop if he was too busy to come to your side, which eventually turned to you bringing him a tea every afternoon, to which he'd respond shock every single time you handed him the cup. He'd take it with a "Oh love, you shouldn't have!" Every single time, as if he was surprised someone was continuously showing him kindness.

In turn, Steven would listen to you talk about your music interests. Even though he had never heard of the music you talked about, he kept a mental cataloged of everything you mentioned and actively participated in the conversation. "What? My Chemical Romance released a new song?! How long was that hiatus, 10 years? How they kept that a secret, I'll never know"

You had to admit your little work crush was turning into something deeper, as the months drew on with him, and yet you couldn't make a move. You weren't afraid of asking men out, much to your traditional parents' horror, but Steven was different. You had a friendship you cared deeply about, how could you risk that. What would you do if you didn't see his face int he morning, disheveled but smiling? What else did you have going on after work, other than to wonder the museum with him as he explained the niche facts he knew? Who would sit with you on your lunch break and tell you about the bullshit things Donna would say to him about his autism, and then insist you not report her because he doesn't want to cause problems? Sweet Steven meant the world to you. And you knew damn well that shy man wouldn't ask you out if he even was interested.

So here you were, waiting for him to come see you for his morning coffee where you never upcharged him, so you can show him the video's your friend took of Matty Heely at the concert they went too.

The playlist in the coffee shop right now was yours. You were allowed to play your music as long as there wasn't swearing or too much screaming, so you have found a playlist of lighter emo/rock songs. However, you had failed to check it all the way through, and Leave Out All the Rest by Linkin Park came on, a song that you could no longer listen to after Chester Bennington's death on your birthday. You set down the latter you were working on as the espresso dripped into the cup, going to go skip the song.

But this slight detour in making coffee in order to prevent you from crying at 8 am on a Tuesday was simply too much for the man who was waiting on his stupid overpriced latte as you reached for your phone.

"Ma'am" He stepped into your work area behind the counter as you walked past, grabbing your arm. "How much longer on the coffee?" He asked.

Your entire world focused in on the man's grip on you, and the music playing overhead threatening to take your back to the place you had been in when he died. His grip was light, so you tried to take a step back, muttering 'excuse me', but his grip tightened harsh enough to cause bruises as his fingers dug painfully into your skin. "You should take care of customers before playing on your phone"

You froze, as he started yelling about needing his coffee, but not letting you move. The music was too much and the emotions the song brought mixed with the memories the man's grip on you triggered, you found yourself unable to move, your young coworker standing by in shock, unsure what to do.

The next thing you register is slightly being yanked forward as the man was pulled away from you, and Steven Grant stepping between your near-hyperventilating form. You have enough thought to turn off that godforsaken song with the phone in your hand, realizing then that Steven hand his arm out beside you, in case the man tried anything further. "Alright mate, lets back away, yeah?"

"She's supposed to be making my coffee" He argued, taking another step to move behind the counter, but Steven's other hand pushed him back, his body blocking the man's accesssto you and the 18-year-old you were working with.

"You'll get your bloody coffee, one more step and it'll be on your face instead."

You couldn't imagine you're sweet Steven throwing hot coffee on someone, but something told you that even if he didn't follow through with that threat, the man wouldn't touch you again, nor poor McKenna, who was just trying to pay for college.

The man stared at Steven like he was assessing the situation. Steven wasn't tall by any means, and it wasn't like he was jacked, but he was deceptively strong, and you had a itching feeling the passive man would go absolutely unhinged if the need arose. There was spark in his eyes, a passion that said he knew right from wrong and he would defend it if he could.

The man must've seen it too, because he took a few steps back, raising his hands in defeat and suddenly acted all innocent. "Alright mate, no trying to start anything, just want me coffee"

"Here" McKenna handed him the coffee and he left.

Steven watched him leave. The absolute nerve of him, thinking he can go around harassing girls just trying to do their jobs. Everyone complains about a lack of service workers, but Christ can you blame them? I wouldn't want to do this shite either with twits like that hanging about!

Steven, he's leaving, go check on her Marc reminded him, knowing how Steven can get distracted

Oh! Right, thanks mate What Steven saw broke his heart.

You were staring off into space, shaking as your coworker tried to comfort you, but you looked like you were about to cry. Steven rushed over, careful not to touch you lest he overwhelm you right now. "Hey love, you would like to step outside? Or maybe walk around for a bit?" He turned to McKenna "You can handle it here for a bit, yeah?"

She nodded. "Yeah, go take a breather"

You nod in return, gaze not focusing on him yet. "Uh, yeah, yeah can we step outside" you grab your purse.

You took Steven's hand, not caring if it was too bold. You had been really scared, and he made you feel safe.

"Stevie!" Donna had bellowed as he guided you past the gift shop. "Just where do you think you're going?"

"Having a smoke break, Donna!" He called out.

"You don't smoke!"

"Let me have this, or I'll start" He threatened, looking at Donna challengingly. When she didn't argue, he continued "Right then, cheers" and took you outside to breath. "Hey there, are you-" But he was cut off with a strong hug and quit cries. He wrapped his arms around you, feeling your chest rise and fall in his arms. He didn't speak, merely opting to rub your back appropriately high and allow you to cry to out.

When you pulled back, sniffling, you realized how gross and wet his t-shirt sleeve had gotten. "oh god, I'm sorry Steven" You said, looking defeated in a way he had never seen you, usually so alight with excitement and in love with life.

"Huh?" He looked at the tear covered sleep that may or may have snot on it. "Oh, please, don't worry about that, I didn't even like this shirt" it was his favorite, but that didn't matter.

You were mumbling fuck and shit and goddammit into your purse as you dug through, getting tissues and blowing your nose before using the clean ones to wipe off his shirt as best you could. "Bloody hell, I'm fucking disgusting" you say to yourself more than anything as you frantically try to clean him.

Steven grabs your hand "Darling, no, you aren't disgusting" He catches and holds your gaze for the first time that day. "You just had a scary time, that man was horrible, and I hope he forgets to put his seat down on the toilet, then wakes up in the middle of the night to shit and falls in."

Finally, you laugh and grace him with the smile he loved so much. "That's... a bit out of pocket"

"Yeah" He breaths out a laugh, shrugging a bit, nervously.

"Here" You take off your oversized jacket and hand it to him.

"Oh! No love, it's fine-"

"Steven, my snot is on your sleeve, please allow me this little bit of dignity"

Steven graciously accepts the jacket, and you can help smile at how cute he looks with Baby Yoda on the breast pocket. Having felt pain in your arm when you took the jacket off, you pull up the sleeve to find bruises forming on your arm, and wince.

Steven took your arm in a carful hold, frowning deeply as he examined it Hijo de puta I'll fucking kill him "Bastard's banned, I'll have JB pull up the security camera footage, he won't be allowed back after this"

You wipe tears from your eyes with your arm, and try to explain yourself. "I... know that was a bit of a, erm, an overreaction" you sniffle. "There's been guys who... well I've been in some scary situations... um..." you hesitate to open up about that part of your life.

Steven sensed your discomfort. "It's okay, you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to" You smile. You weren't ready for that yet, but you knew he'd listen if you were. He continues, justifying your reaction for you. "I would be scared too, if someone did that too me. He hurt you, love. And the song that was playing, that was Linkin Park, yeah? That song that always upsets you? I'm certain that didn't help"

You pause at that. "Since when do you listen to Linkin Park? Since when do you even listen to music?"

Steven looked like he had been caught. "Oh... uh... Well, since you told me they were your favorite band, I suppose. Can't say I understand all the appeal, but I've found some I liked." He said shyly, knowing he was letting the cat out of the bag.

You blink at him, eye wide with disbelief. "You... you listened to my favorite band?"

Steven cocked his head to the side a bit. "Bands. I've listened to several you mentioned. I've found I rather like Panic! At the Disco, which I didn't see coming"

You burst out in a laugh and wide grin. "Steven, do you have any plans tonight?" You ask, taking his hand.

Say something smooth, this is your chance.

"Um... yeah, I'm cooking dinner for my pretty coworker" Steven smiled nervously, brown curls falling in his face.

You beam at him, leaning into his shoulder as you walk back inside. As you walk through the doors, you clarify. "The coworker is me, right?"

"There's no one else I'd rather spend the evening with"

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I know this was incredibly self-indulgent but I hope ya'll liked it anyway. When this happened, I had to deal with it alone, but after work I walked home with this coworker I had a crush on (he lived a block away so he always walked me home) and he saw I was upset after what happened so he asked me to explain star wars to him.

me "uh, like, what about it?"

him "I know the basics of the origenals, tell me the plot of the movies"

"which ones?"

"all of them"

"theres nine movies"

"and i wanna hear about all of them"

Even after we got to my apartment he sat outside with me as I finished explaining 8 and 9, and he activily participated and pretended to be invested, which significantly distracted me from the triggering even of the man at work grabbing me. I wanted to marry him so bad but I had to move out of that living situation XD so i left the state

Also: my birthday is July 20th. linkin park is my favorite band, which means on July 20, 2017 I woke up to the news that Chester Bennington had died on the birthday I shared with chesters friend and another artist i loved, chris cornell, who had killed himself earlier that year. it took years before I was able to properly celebrate my birthdy instead of mourning. I always find a way to remember chester and chris every year thought, an honor their memories.

anyway, hope you Steven girlies liked this! I think Ima drop another super short drabble tonight too, bc im going through it right now lol.

@my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @welcometostayingawake @in-between-the-cafes @lucianadraven32 @milkymoon2483 @ahookedheroespureheart

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nanbyers · 1 year

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P A R T 1 ♡

happy holidays to all of my lovely mutuals ! ! i wish you the best of the best in this new year and i hope you can feel happiness and joy, because this world is filled with beautiful things and i truly, deeply want only good things for each and every one of you, even if we have never talked, your feelings are still important to me ! !

i tagged every one of my mutuals, even the ones who don’t use this site anymore, so the list is pretty long and i had to cut this post in two. i have very old mutuals when i made this blog back in 2017 and i know some (or a lot) of you don’t remember me, but i previously was mcavoyjames and even more back then i was buckybarnesr. do you remember me now? i hope so ! !

as always, special mention to my friends: @dlndjarin, @laurennbacall, @lizaaharmon, @buckky, @leesjieuns and @evnanbuckley. i love each one of you, thank you for being a part of my life and bringing me peace and help when i need it, as well as fun and joy, you’re truly beautiful people and i’m glad we met.

now my darlings, my mutuals:

# ~ C

@616marvel / @89love / @a-dore / @aamidalaa / @aavengrs / @abbasonic / @abrcxasmalfoy / @achilesl / @acid-serum / @ackrerman / @addisonshepherd / @adelinevirginiawoolf / @adnromeda / @aefensteorras / @aemondtargaryenn / @aemvnds / @agentpeggicarter / @ahdromeda / @ahprodithe / @alansrickman / @albus-severus / @alexrusso / @alexskarev / @alicentes / @alicenyras / @aliciavikadar / @aliciavikand / @allanpoe / @allofmechanged / @almsoty / @alrightieaphroditie / @altindie / @alycia-careys / @amazingspidermen / @ameliathebedelia / @amessofaheart / @amiemarch / @anadearmas / @anakinskyiwalker / @anakkin / @anathenma / @anavkin / @andrewminyurd / @andromedca / @angeldevils / @anknskywlker / @annabcth / @anniejanuaryz / @antmanandthewasp / @anyajoyed / @aquahoney / @artemeis / @artemids / @artemistics / @artemyhs / @arthms / @arthrmorgann / @aryaes / @asongofachilles / @asthreria / @attywoo / @audreyhornre / @austne / @avengers-r-us / @avtumnly / @aweirdanddelicatething / @awstark / @azazlord / @b-uchanans / @baby-yoda / @baghra / @bajitorafuyu / @barncsbucky / @barnesrogrs / @barratheon / @baudilaire / @bbhyunee / @bcnnsolo / @bdumaurier / @beautifulachingsoul / @bellablacks / @benisolo / @benjaminalejo / @benkylo / @bhrnes / @bi-bbybloodsucker / @bi-marvel / @bijackieburkhart / @bilndfaith / @bininazenik / @bisexualwvtson / @bivalkyrie / @blackhtorns / @blackwid0vv / @blackwidocw / @blanchett / @bliackwidow / @bloodycas / @bluemorpho1111 / @blues-gorski / @bluesargvnts / @bonequeen / @boodhirooks / @bramblrose / @branstark / @breakfastiffanys / @breaksfastclub / @brekerkaz / @brightlightpanic / @bruelarson / @buchcnan / @buckky / @bucks-barnes / @buckyfuckes / @buckysbestguy / @bukaterose / @calrisseean / @camlanns / @capnsmarvel / @captaindamnron / @caribaheine / @carlosreyes / @carolannefreeling / @caroljdanverss / @cassiesulliven / @castlevader / @ccordiform / @cecilylightwood / @ceoluthor / @cervelli / @chaoscarlet / @chaoticevils / @chaseannabetth / @chcrryslurpee / @chen-qing / @cherrywinona / @chewbaacca / @childermess / @chloexmorningstar / @choutarouootori / @chris-chambers / @cillianmurphys / @cityghoull / @cixpink / @clairefishers / @claytonsdani / @cloudravine / @coastalroses / @comealongamypond / @confunduis / @corneliastreet / @corpsei / @cosmogojo / @cosmoqal / @cosycomforts / @courtgentrys / @cptnbcky / @cresents / @crobby / @crowleyaj / @crowlleye / @cyberpunkes / @cyhers

D ~ F

@d-druig / @daemrya / @daisvridley / @daisyjazzisobels / @dalecoops / @daniellecamp / @daniels-gillies / @danielsemperes / @danielsousa / @darcysprings / @daredevile / @darthevenstar / @darthsidious / @darthsmaul / @darthvcder / @daviamoss / @ddeimoos / @deadpoets / @debnamcareys / @deckerschloe / @dementorskiss / @demogaga / @denaerhys / @denaerystargaryen / @denxument / @devin-druid / @dicaprios / @dimitresque / @districtless / @djiarin / @dlndjarin / @dnielbruhl / @donnaten / @dqmercns / @dracomalfoy / @dracomalfoys / @dramiones / @dreammthief / @drmlnds / @dukeletos / @eddardsnow / @efruse / @eikhos / @eleanoracrain / @electragallifrey / @eleganceneverfades / @elliotts / @ellisattler / @ellisnightingale / @emmyrossvm / @emnastone / @endsofjune / @enidsinclair / @eohwyyn / @eowon / @eriklehnsher / @etherealdrco / @eva-greens / @evercosima / @evnanbuckley / @excelsjor / @faeruhs / @fakeblondepeyton / @fannist / @farsfromhome / @fassmaan / @fataled / @featheringtcn / @fettboba / @filippakostta / @finns-lightsaber / @flashy-uzui / @fleurdelaqoeur / @fleurdlacour / @flvvttershy / @fonteyn / @fookinshel-by / @franzkafkagf / @fujocherry

G ~ K

@galgalis / @gatsvy / @ghiblicottage / @ghostcy / @ghosthills / @ginhy / @gionatonelli / @glaivecorvus / @glennrlhee / @glenntalbot / @goldenapollos / @goldrushdeans / @gottastopsobbin / @grangehrs / @grangermalfoys / @grangerweasley / @grangr / @greywrren / @greyyjoys / @gryffindwrs / @gwensstacys / @hacelgrace / @han-leias / @harleyquinnz / @harmoon / @harwinstrongs / @hcathledger / @hddleston / @heartfatality / @heartifilias / @hellshee / @hemsworths-chris / @henrycreal / @her-oes / @hermiome / @hermionc / @hermjonejeangranger / @hermnione / @heroeddiemunson / @heroftiffin / @herowyn / @hiddlestonm / @hightowres / @hollowcove / @holochromatic / @hommeunculus / @honeuys / @honevdukes / @honeymunson / @hoozier / @hopelessronantics / @hopperslatte / @houseofsnakesanddragons / @howbucky / @howicantsing / @hrmiones / @hualians / @hurmione / @hwfflpuff / @iamyou / @iheartdelrey / @iheartmothman / @iicarusis / @imladriss / @inhazel / @inhkeart / @inklovins / @inthemirrorw / @ironstank / @isakvattersen / @isoltsayre / @itadorii-yuuji / @itsbrittbrattt / @ivars / @jamesbvck / @jamespottesr / @jamespotthrs / @jaymajors / @jbuchanan / @jckeperalta / @jcrchie / @jdschecter / @jeanerso / @jennifersbod / @jennniferwalters / @jeongincore / @jerbair / @jeschastain / @jesperwylan / @jimkvrk / @jnwalters / @joelmillergf / @joequinns / @johnboyega / @johnskeating / @jordietveld / @jrctolkien / @judescarden / @juliettcais / @juliettecai / @jumpicarus / @jxsper / @jynerso / @jynrso / @katebridgrton / @katherinewaterston / @katieleung / @kazbrekkker / @keaanus / @keepyourlife / @keiraknighlty / @keiras / @kellmareash / @kenobbii / @kenocbi / @kestewart / @kettterdams / @khanej / @kieraknightley / @kirxke / @kitfistos / @kkvmi / @korolsreznis / @krumione / @kuishibui

#mutual appreciation

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