“ There are different words for it, Hera. Homesickness, loneliness, longing. Hiraeth, Master Billaba once said, and I think Knight Misi called it ‘diaspora’. Being … filled with a kind of lacking, if that makes sense. Mostly I think it’s…. an ache in my chest, a feeling in my feet, wishing that the next time I blink I’ll see home again (before remembering that I don’t see, now). See Stance, and Grey, and Master Yoda, Master Kenobi…. Mostly Master Billaba, though.
Don’t - please don’t think I love you any less, Hera, my darling. You are my guiding light, you are my spark, you are the thought that gets me through each day. And I love Zeb, and Sabine, and Dear Ezra - the reason I get out of bed, most of the time - and Chopper too, just so you won’t hate me. I just …. miss - ”
—-unfinished and unsent message on K. Jarrus’ datapad, as found by General H. Syndulla.
Rex’s words bounced around her skull as she slipped further down one of the neon colored streets on the Satine Strip. It was one of the lower levels of Coruscant, so smog filled that she was forced to wear a oxygen breather.
Down here, the only beings were assassins and bounty hunters, maybe the occasional smuggler, but they tended to prefer the upper levels.
It had been Rex and Anakin who had given her the latest news - Fives had been on the run since that night in the warehouse, when he nearly died, and they’d been quietly looking for him since - in hushed tones, they’d told her there was an unconfirmed sighting of Fives here.
After months of constant fear, of her hope fading and rekindling just as fast, Rabé was desperate for anything. She didn’t even know what she would do when she saw him. Kiss him? Judo-flip him? Both?
Rabé rounded the corner, froze as her chest hitched - standing below the bright neon sign for one of the many dive bars down here, was her Fives. He was dressed in ratty clothes, his hair shaven off, but it was him without a doubt.
As though he was unable to resist her pull of gravity, he looked up and caught sight of her. She saw rather than heard his tiny gasp, his expression wide with surprise.
Rabé took off at a run, leaping into his arms. He caught her with ease, her momentum catching them in a twirl.
“Sunspot,” he breathed against her ear, “I’ve missed you.”
a poem for my favorite, yet somewhat separate, found fam ily (i love y'all)
the world seems so tiny from the window my car
and the world seems large when I see it from above
I always felt do trapped and stifled, but never understood why
until I met my real family and learned what true love meant
true love isnt a fairy tail, and true love isn’t romantic
more than times than not, true love is something between friends and family
I’ve learned things about myself
and things about all of you
and I wouldnt love any of you less the for all the things I’ve learned
instead I love you more and deeper because you’ve let me in
even when I’ve tried to keep you out
I always wanted more sisters, and now I have my wish, and love you more and dearer than if we’d ever been blood
you hold me up and help me through the darkest times in life
and I try my best to help you through the same even when I feel incompetent at best
this is no rhyming poem or a sonnet for the world
or a something that will get me fame and money
it’s only a way to try and express just how much you mean to me
but you mean so much words can’t do it justice in any way
I guess you’ll have to take my word, and I’ll prove it every day
I love each and every one of you, in all the different ways, but you all mean just as much or more than anyone irl
and I don’t really know how to close but I guess I’ll close with this:
I reiterate: I love every one of you with all of my heart
MY PART FOR THE SWR ZINE OH MY! Working on this was a hoot & Im glad that upload period is upon us cause seeing the full pieces pop up everywhere has been awesome, everyone’s pieces look so cOOL
Little bit of concept rambling under the cut, if you’re into that!
tfw u realize ur maybe definitely drunk w/ ur family when u have a history of making gay jokes abt urself so ur running the risk of outing urself with a poorly timed ‘lmfao that’s gay like Me’ joke [big ol shrug emoji]
if you ever try to befriend me and you expect to be in frequent contact with me i am so sorry. i do that with maybe two people and even then i often go days or weeks without saying anything before talking daily for a while.
the point is if we dont talk that doesnt mean i dont like u and think about u a lot im just terrible at maintaining close relationships
from which stars have we fallen, to meet each other here?
If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, my darling, it will have been worth it.
or, the story of the ARC trooper and the royal handmaiden.
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TCW canon-compliant; minor Legends EU sprinkled throughout; cc-headcanons about Naboo, Alderaan and the royal handmaidens. Primary focus is on political drama plot with Fives/Rabé slowburn romance underneath. 17/26; 120k.
✧ xvii. drawing out the poison ✧ is now live on ao3 - cover art by @evaceratops // @kondakion - writing by @naberiie
christmas girls for @lifeismadeofrainbows and @solemnly-mystifying!!!! ft. ahsoka with a santa hat on each montral, which i’m pretty sure was the brilliant idea of @rabesfives
Honestly studios these days are too afraid to make their movies too long so they end up cutting out a lot of humanity to make room for action scenes and plot furtherance forgetting that establishing who these characters are helps us care more about the plot.
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