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lemoneste · 2 years
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To be fair, the amount of times someone has yelled “NO!” to Anakin Skywalker for him to just not stop whatever he was doing, I’m sure Rex thought that word is just not in his vocabulary.
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kastarastark · 7 months
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Anakin watching Cody writing a mission report: In 'honour' there supposed to be 'u'.
Cody, on his 12 cup of caf: There are no 'u' in 'honor'.
Anakin, visible confused: Yes, there is.
Cody: No. There are no 'you' in 'honor'.
Anakin: I...
Ahsoka and Rex, sitting next to them while eating popcorn: Damn!!!
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razzbberry · 7 months
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So, I kinda love rendering armor now.
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A fair warning that no one told me before watching TCW is that it’s a dangerous show if you get easily attached to characters. Like,, some of the clones have MAYBE 3 episodes of screentime and I still cry when they die. Also, it makes the prequels, which are already tragic, sooo much worse because instead of being like “awww dead jedi :(“ you’re like “oh no, dead jedi i KNOW”
And then being in the clone wars fandom is WORSE because you’re like “these clones with entirely fleshed out personalities are dying” and “oh no, aayla was shot down by bly, her husband” and “ahhh, plo koon was murdered by his own kids”
But also like, it’s also a great show if you get easily attached to characters because there are SO many and they’re all great
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131-vr · 30 days
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I don't know anymore
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posthumousvigor · 9 months
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Obi-Wan being star wars' biggest damsel in distress while also being one of the most powerful jedi ever is so funny to me. Like he's getting captured on purpose. That has to be whats happening. "Oh nooo ive gotten tied up by somebody who's obsessed with me again!!looks like someone equally obsessed with me has to swoop in and save me :33" He's the pillow princess of warfare
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lightasthesun · 1 month
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RotS novel: This story happened a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. It is already over. Nothing can be done to change it.
Star Wars fans: *pulling up a chair* *opening a google doc* *opening photoshop* *picking up a pencil and some paper* *creating fanfilms* *manifesting a hc so hard it's made canon*
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chiliger · 10 months
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It’s a sign of affection.
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womp-womp-chomp-chomp · 5 months
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Tag yourself, I’m anakin
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Vote Codywan for best leader/right hand ship in this poll I linked
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starwarjotta · 2 months
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Cody surrounded by family and the people he loves, because that is what he deserves
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The Only Important Rule To Remember:
When there are only two ships remaining, they will face off against one another in a week-long poll to determine the victor.
Sadly, we must bid goodbye to Rebelcaptain. Allow me to salute all of the wonderful, dedicated Rebelcaptain fans who fought so valiantly for them. You got them into the final three! 🫡
…and then there were two.
This. Is. It.
It’s the battle of the Obi-Wan ships.
Will the winner be Obikin?
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Or will it be Codywan?
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Cast your votes for the last time to decide, once and for all... what is the best Star Wars ship of all time?
...oh, but remember, this is all just for fun! So don't take it too seriously ;)
Happy voting, and may the best ship win!
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babygirlbridger · 4 months
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these make sense. To Me.
part 2
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Cody siping his caf watching Anakin and Ahsoka blow up a building: Not my circus, not my monkeys.
Obi-wan running towards the burning building: MycircusmymonkeysMycircusmymonkeysMycircusmymonkeysMycircusmymonkeys-!
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bbygirl-obi · 7 months
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obi-wan, screaming at anakin mid battle: ibic cuyir an jorcu be gar!! anakin, sighing: yeah i know cody: when did you learn mando'a????? anakin: i didn't. i just know the phrase "this is all your fault" in every language obi-wan speaks.
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ominouspuff · 2 months
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Kote’s House
Kote’s first house is a pathetic thing, and he is incurably proud of it. The twi’lek he purchased it from very evidently could not make up his mind what to do with a man that grinned while he haggled, but it was the first time Kote had haggled over a purchase of his very own. He had thoroughly enjoyed it.
The house is built for one being, and a compact being at that, but Kote doesn’t have much. Moving in is quick, and most of his efforts during the next few days after go into attempting ambitious repairs for things he doesn’t know the first thing about. 
His plumbing is an issue, he knows. Something is getting blocked up. Somehow while trying to fix the kitchen tumbler, his fresher spout explodes.
He hadn’t kept his new house a secret from anyone by any means, but it is still surprising when Fox barges in through his jamming front door. He finds Kote on the floor in his cramped kitchen while the fresher rains water in the adjacent room, laughing so hard and so crippled with delight that he can’t get up.
He tries to explain how wonderful it is —
“I-I have to fix my plumbing on my own, vod—”
—but judging by Fox’s single raised eyebrow he knows it doesn’t translate.
Fox, it turns out, is moving into the neighborhood. Kote doesn’t ask about the house Fox already has — the house he has visited, which is very nice and fancy — or point out that Fox’s contract there cannot possibly be up, which begs the question of why he’s here in Kote’s neighborhood — except that Kote already knows the answer to that question. So he doesn’t ask.
Fox doesn’t show him any grace or forbearance, though.
“Don’t even know how to fix a damn pipe, front lining show-off—” His brother snarls, but it is muffled; his top half had to go down beneath the floor they’d pried up to get at the plumbing issue.
“So that’s what they had you doing all these years.” Kote says, because he really is in a criminally good mood. He barely ducks the foot-long pipe Fox throws at his head, feeling giddy.
He makes dinner that night in thanks. Fox stays, ostensibly because now that he’s fixed the fresher he intends to use it, because his new house isn’t hooked up properly yet to all the supply lines and power grids. 
They choke on homemade tiingilar (vode-style; Kote can’t pretend at the real thing yet) so heavily spiced it’s got grit to it that sticks between the teeth. It’s disgusting, but Cody had bought fifteen different spices and while usually he likes to keep his approach to the unknown more cautious, more methodical, he couldn’t think of anything he wanted to do more than use them all at once for the first time. 
Wolffe joins them not long after; brings a few others along by recommending the apartment he picks out, so that soon most of the complex is taken up by vode, Kote hears, but he doesn’t visit yet. Everyone’s too busy coming over to his house, it seems; filling up his kitchen and asking why he hasn’t fixed the trash disposal yet, why he doesn’t have a couch, doesn’t he know they’re all the rage among civilized folk?
Kote fixes the trash disposal with Rex, who is better at it than he is but says it’s only due to Skywalker’s influence on managing all things mechanical. 
“How is Skywalker?” Kote asks, and gets more than he bargained for over the next hour. At first he’s a bit off-put, because he’s trying to get dinner sorted again and he’s not been very fond of Skywalker at the best of times, but Rex is snorting out a story and laughing and it’s contagious, so Kote just resigns himself and settles in to enjoy.
Skywalker has little ones, now. Obi-Wan is the only one that can get them to sleep. Ahsoka is distressed; she knows better, but every instinct in her is apparently in agony over the little ones’ inability to eat meat yet. She obsesses over nutrients in their diet — which, given what tiny natborn humans primarily ingest in the early stages, makes for some slightly awkward conversations.
Rex helps with dinner afterward, and they take turns being incredulous over natborn baby facts, shoving around one another in the tiny, uncomfortable kitchen.
“What’s your next project?” Rex asks at one point, glancing sidelong with a cheeky look, and Kote levels his vegetable knife at him (he’s got a vegetable knife. Specifically for vegetables. It’s a very new concept). 
“I make everyone’s dinner on Tuangsdays.” He says. “I’m productive.”
Rex’s sharp-toothed grin turns thoughtful. “Yeah” He says. “Everyone loves coming here, you know. You could be the new 79’s.”
Kote knows. He plans and plots, and puts more work into researching recipes than he’s put into any research whatsoever in months. It feels a bit like coming out of a shore leave; his thoughts quicken and his excitement grows. He hunts down a market. He brings a bag. He shops, bargains, and returns victorious.
He sends out a few comms., and can’t help but shake his head and grin at how different the responses are. 
What a marvelous idea, Cody. His general — ex-general — says.
Yus pls, Ahsoka sends back, with some sort of strange tooka vidclip that dances with wiggly gyrations Kote can only assume indicate excitement.
Where is your house, Anakin says, blunt and to the point, and Kote can appreciate that. 
He sends the address. He cooks all day. The sun sets, and Fox and Wolffe arrive, already bickering, Rex trailing behind with a long-suffering look sent to Kote, begging commiseration.
“Ugh, don’t you ever stop smiling, now?” He gripes when Kote just grins at him. 
“Nope,” Kote says, unrepentantly.
He leaves the soup on the stove, simmering, and takes his cup of caf to the window. He leans on it, breathing in cool air, and just listens — listens to the squabbling as Wolffe gets on Fox’s case for not washing Kote’s dishes correctly the last time they visited. Hears the soft thumps of Rex sneaking into the cramped room Kote has set aside for plants and the sole pet he has; a pastel goullian, fins swaying ever so gently, permanent scowl in place. Thinks he catches, distantly, the sound of his remaining three guests (Padme couldn’t attend, and had made him feel very awkward by how thoughtfully she apologized for it) plodding up the hill. 
“Cody!” Ahsoka cries, coming into view and waving. 
Kote’s cheeks have stopped aching from all the smiling he’s gotten used to, so it’s easy to let another through.
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