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[starshinelova]

Once your friends start not inviting you to things and say, "We didn't think you'd want to go/come," those people aren't your friends.

I stopped responding and texting them and they haven't reached out so I'll waste my energy on something worth it.

[rockifresa]

[mofuillust]

Deadpool Fanart 🗡️🫦❤️

[rockifresa]

[tremendouslytori]

Sailor Jupiter  {There will be a master post when I finish posting these, but they will also all be tagged as “My punk inspired sailor banners}

You can buy this over on Redbubble !

Sailor Moon  | Sailor Mini Moon | Tuxedo Mask | Sailor Mercury | Sailor Venus | Sailor Mars | Sailor Jupiter | Sailor Saturn | Sailor Uranus | Sailor Neptune | Sailor Pluto

[thecleverqueer]

It’s interesting that the same folks bashing “The Acolyte” for “being woke” will praise Andor when in Maarva’s speech in the season finale she encourages the citizens of Ferrix to “stop sleeping” and fight the Empire (or… literally… “be woke”).

[paper-mario-wiki]

do not forget the patron saint of these weeks that we celebrate ourselves proudly and openly in the streets

her name was Marsha P Johnson, and we have her to thank for so much.

remember, the first Pride was a riot, and she was one of the brave souls who endured it to help carve the path which so many of us walk today. she helped found several activist groups regarding LGBT safety and wellbeing. and she was absolutely radiant, too.

thank you, Marsha. we remember you.

[shadow27]

[witchofprose-deactivated2020041]

This is the FUNNIEST SHIT I HAVE EVER SEEN

[untitled12573]

Reblogging for cultural enrichment

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

bout time I brought back the Laurel and Hardy flex tape-

[knitmeapony]

From The Killers, 1946. A Film Noir Classic

[theprofessional-amateur]

I’m an archivist, behold my growing collection was of old photos mirroring timeless memes I’ve come across at various places I’ve worked.

[starshinelova]

Reblog for the cuture

[zenibaa05]

“She is free, her face is clean and there is no filter in her vision. And she's so grateful for him, she's ready to fight by his side.”

ECHO & EMERIE “A moment of warm sun”

The duo I didn't know I needed, and now one of my favorites:)

Star Wars: The Bad Batch [S7E15]

[ihavetoomanyfandomstobesane]

this is a Wrecker appreciation post. reblog if you love and appreciate Wrecker

[drunksiren]

Husband material

i just love him sm....

[dreamswithghosts]

Echo in Into the Breach

Warning Spoilers from Bad Batch Season 3 Episode 13 -Into the Breach

Gifset Masterlist

[wealldraw]

do you ever just

[triflesandparsnips]

happy 10 year anniversary to this game changer thank u @joscribbles for your services

[jobeeart]

can’t believe it’s been 10 years since i learned to always put my name on my art, even if it’s just a shitpost, bc u never know what’s going to blow up

anyway here’s a signed version if you wanna use it to shut up people who are trying to tell you their Opinions

[worldheritageposts-official]

World Heritage Post

[the-rain-on-kamino]

The Smell of Raindrops

Rating: This is still an 18+ blog

Pairing: Rex x fem!reader

Wordcount: 2k

Warning: None. Just fluff and romance, awkward flirting, friends to lovers, first kiss, kissing in the rain

A/N: OP 2023/05/02 This was a request from @wanderer-six for my follower celebration. So reader is described to match the lovely Miri!

Summary: It's the first time ever that you spend some more time with Rex, who keeps constantly visiting you on Naboo for a while now. It’s the rain that all of a sudden changes things between you.

The landscape gradually changes the further you leave Theed behind and pass the surrounding plains with its far reaching meadows. Scattered trees accompany you on your way towards the mountain ridge, still a few hours of hike ahead of you. You always treasured the quiet moments when nothing mattered but the next step you take on your hike. There were no people you needed to talk to or awkward situations with them you had to handle…

Until that one day on which Captain Rex crossed your path.

You wouldn’t exactly call it love at first sight what attracted you to each other. No, it’s been more of that kind of warm, comforting feeling that spreads inside you when you find someone who seems to understand you, appreciate you for who you are and the way you are, without asking why you or even judging you. Yet you wouldn’t call him a friend either. A friend wouldn’t take any given opportunity to cross the galaxy and visit you on a planet whenever he’s on shore leave just to go on a walk with you. Would he? He wouldn’t? If only you weren’t too shy to ask him about his motivation. Sometimes you really wish social interaction would come more easily to you. It’s not that you don’t try… you do… you’re just not fluent enough yet to dare and face him in that kind of conversation. Too afraid to destroy something so special.

You've been walking side by side in silence for a while now, as you slowly get tired, the soft sounds of your breath and your light footfall only interrupted every now and then by a few words of hushed conversation. Like you usually do. The clouds on the sky bank up, getting darker and darker. Yet you don’t want to turn around to head back to the city. It’s the first time that Rex stays on Naboo for more than just one day and the two of you have planned to hike to a cabin in the woods. To stay there for the night. With a little luck you will be able to reach it before it starts to rain.

Yet luck is not on your side this time. Only five minutes after the first raindrop fell, you are both soaked to the bones and Rex grabs your hand to drag you with him, looking for shelter. He doesn’t seem to be affected by the last hours of walking at all.

“Come on, Miri! We can wait over there till the rain lets up,” he urges you with one of his enticing smiles that always makes you feel warm and fuzzy, and points towards a huge conifer.

You follow him and soon enough you find yourself in a secluded spot under the tree, and the moss feels amazingly soft and springy under your sore feet. Rex releases your hand and drops the backpack he’s carrying, then slides down at the trunk to rest on the ground beneath till the weather is clearing up. You watch him for a moment in hesitation before you join him and sink down next to the clone.

“What now?” you ask him and your eyes flicker insecurely as you appraise the surroundings.

“I guess we just have to wait. Or is there something you want to do?” he asks, watching you intently.

“No.”

Stars, has he always looked at you like that and you only didn’t notice, because you didn’t pay attention, too occupied with your own thoughts? If you weren’t already flushed from your walk, he could see the heat of your embarrassment tinting your cheeks. Thankfully, Rex averts his gaze soon enough to watch across the plain in front of you, and you glance at him from the corner of your eye.

“I always enjoyed the rain,” he tells you thoughtfully. “It smells fresh and clean. Salty on Kamino. And it washes away all the dust and dirt that sticks to us. At least that’s what I keep telling myself.”

You know what he means. Even though you prefer the sun, you can’t deny that there’s something calm and fascinating about the rain. More than once you had similar thoughts like the ones Rex just voiced, wondering how something as water could smell at all.

“Yes,” you murmur. “It smells like wet grass and comfort.”

“Like a new beginning…,” both of you say simultaneously and you smile at each other, both blushing just the slightest bit.

Comfortable silence falls once again between you. There’s nothing more to say and you only listen to the sounds of nature. You shiver. Now that you stopped walking you start to feel cold. Suddenly you are getting nervous, as you realize that your drenched shirt is glued to your skin, the light fabric not leaving much room for imagination. You wrap your arms around your knees, to keep you warm and above all to hide yourself from him. It doesn’t slip his attention. A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth before he pulls you closer, his arm encircling your frame easily.

“C’mere, Miri. I’ll keep you warm.”

Hesitantly, you nestle against him, too aware of the way the fabric of your shirt sticks to his. The sudden closeness so unexpected and strange. But also so… nice. More than once you imagined feeling him like this. And yet your mind couldn’t shut out your inhibition. Again and again you wondered if there’s something he expects you to say or to do. And now that the rain has revealed your appearance that’s usually well hidden under your casual clothing, you feel even more self-conscious. Shit, that whole trip was probably a mistake. Maybe you should go back as soon as it stops raining. Your arms wrap themselves tighter around your knees.

Unseen by you, Rex's eyes flutter and he smiles happily for how things developed between the two of you while his hand gently rubs up and down your arm. Never in a million years would he have dreamed of sitting beside you and holding you close. Yet here he is, with you in his arms, so small and somehow so vulnerable, when you usually are so strong and athletic, shrouded in your loose-fitting garments. If you only knew what the sight you present him right now is doing to him. He has such a hard time to not stare at how your shirt sticks to your curves, your skin shining through the almost transparent fabric. It stirs something inside him. But Rex also can sense the way you tighten up beside him and he frowns. He hopes it’s not because of him, and to give you more room his hold on you loosenes and he slides away from your side to look at you. His heart beating just a little faster…

“Will you tell me what’s on your mind?” he eventually asks. “I can feel you are uncomfortable. I’m sorry if I did something to trigger that in you.”

“No! No. You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s nice to lean against you and feel you. And…” you cut yourself off.

Rex watches how your pupils widen from embarrassment and your cheeks turn into a lovely pink as you realize what you just said. So… after all there’s hope. He wasn’t sure for so long. He just couldn’t figure you out, your feelings for him. Most of the time he was sure that there isn't anything beyond friendship that you are willing to provide and though it hurt him, he still came to see you whenever he could spare a few hours from duty. Because… like Codes teased him every so often… he’s a hopeless dreamer, always hoping for the best to come and willing to take every effort to make it happen.

Rex brushes a wet strand of your blonde hair from your forehead and tucks it behind your ear and for a moment your beautiful light eyes flutter.

“Miri…”

He sees your silent gasp as your name falls from his lips and wishes he could hear his own from you like that. But for now he has to settle for the way you search his eyes, strained to see beyond and find his thoughts. Rex would love to be an open book just for you. When you finally speak, it almost tears his heart, he could have saved you so many self-doubts if only he had read your bearings right long ago.

“I… uhm I…,” you stutter, gods it’s so hard to express your thoughts right now. To say them in the right way, without messing up the meaning.

“I was just surprised that you… how you… shit!” You inhale a deep breath, pluck up all your courage before you say: “I never expected you to be interested in someone like me in that way.”

If he wouldn’t have gotten to know you, at least to a degree, during the last months, Rex would have been surprised about your insecurities. And his own nervousness increases, letting him feel a warm shiver rolling down his spine and settling in his stomach as he takes your face in his hands, his finger gently, almost tentatively just so as not to startle you, skims along the shell of your ear and down to your jaw. You place your hand on his forearm and the hesitant touch tingles on his skin even though the soaked fabric of his body glove.

“How am I supposed to not want you, Miri? You’re the most beautiful being I’ve ever seen.”

“Rex. I’m…” words fail you.

You swallow and your body stays motionless beside him, belaying the exciting rushing within. His gentle touch soothes you and sets you on fire, making you feel all warm and burning despite the chill rain. Your fingers tremble as you surrender to your longing and let them climb up over the firmness of his arm to his neck, to his rough five o’clock shadow on his jaw. You catch the yearning glint in his eyes and see his lips parting just the slightest bit as he looks back at you right into your innermost being. And you melt under his gaze. You feel so seen… and it feels so right.

Rex lays his hand on top of yours, his fingers interlaced with yours as he lets them drop down to his chest. Thank gods he doesn’t wear the upper part of his armor. Like this you can feel his heart beating fast and that it’s for you, because of you. Always you… His other hand slides around your nape, his fingers twining through your golden hair, holding you gently.

Rex bends his head and places his lips against your forehead, soft, tender and his eyes fall shut as you lean into his caress. Finally. Ever so slowly, his lips trail down your cheeks, sending frissons of longing through both your bodies… and then they find your mouth, so soft in comparison to his, and you fill his senses as he tastes your sweet eagerness.

All these months he watched you, visited you, desired you unbeknownst to you, bloom in this very moment and your responsiveness is making him ache. Time stops as you breathe his breath and he drinks yours in. Both of you are so lost in this moment of pleasant carelessness, neither of you becoming aware that the rain ceases.

Later, after what could have been minutes or hours, Rex eventually pulls back from you and gently presses his cheek against the top of your head, nuzzling your hair. In response you wrap your arms tightly around his waist and hold him close. How good it feels. You have to move to the cabin, get rid of the wet clothes and maybe…

The last raindrops trickle down from the branches above you on the soft moss. They shimmer in the faint sunlight that comes out through the clouds. And they smell like a new beginning.

[honeymoon7770]

Bro was burned to a crisp.

[nereiix]

Jaig eyes look cool but have you ever wondered what do shriek-hawks look like? Because I do.

Random sketch with some familiar colors. ^^

[happytroopers]

Literally anything about Echo, please. Could be before or during bad batch, I’m just completely head over heels for the man

PAST LIVES // Echo x Reader

Summary: Echo's been rescued from Skako Minor, settling into Clone Force 99 slowly but surely. His past catches up with him during a routine diagnostic run, and you... well, you're unknowingly somewhere between a memory and a reunion. Echo is convinced he knows best.

Something wasn't right, things were too soft and hazy, too golden, too warm, dreamy… But the way you were smiling at him, the way your warm fingers were tracing patterns through his hair, Echo couldn’t bring himself to think too hard about it. It had been far too long since he’d had time with you like this, legs tangled together, his hands were settled on you waist, and you were smiling lazily. Maybe something was right for the first time in a while. 

Where was he again? Your apartment on Coruscant? The Barracks? Why couldn’t he tell? Then you shifted, rolling so you were on top of his chest. The hand not on his bicep crept up his torso, nails scratching just right to make his back arch. Maybe it didn’t matter where you were...

"We gotta get up." Your voice was sleepy but happy, muffled as you dropped your face into the crook of his neck. Echo wanted to focus on your voice, on the feel of your lashes against his jaw, but under your voice was the hint of something else. Something that injected a bit of urgency into his system, but nothing here was that urgent right? Echo wrapped his arms a bit tighter around your waist, but nothing felt different, like you slipping through his fingers. 

"Echo, you need to wake up now." You said again, suddenly not buried in his neck but staring down at him expectantly. The warmth was sapping away, despite your touch his legs were feeling colder and stiffer. Your voice wasn’t soft, but an order, behind it was the reverberation of someone else’s. Rex? Fives? No, that wasn’t right either. Echo started to try to sit up, reaching up to run a hand through your hair, locks slipped over his quickly cooling fingers like an water washing away an illusion, revealing a durasteel scomp link in it’s place.

The urgency was rising, his other hand running over his head to find his cropped cut gone. Barely any stubble had started to regrow, his face had gone gaunt. Furrowed brows lifted his eyes to you, the golden version of you smiling and the cold urgent version of yourself flickering like a faulty holo-com. He tried calling your name, but a static shock at the base of his neck catapulted him first into darkness though he was becoming rapidly more aware of his reality. 

Half a moment later, a hand shook his shoulder and he startled awake again. The harsh white light of the Kaminoan medical bay was a stark difference to the hazy golden light in his dream.

It had been a dream, of course it had, Echo hadn’t spoken to you since…well, since he’d been a different man. 

"Diagnostic scans are looking good. New implants are operating satisfactory. " Tech announced, tapping away at a data pad that was connected by a couple wires to the base of Echo’s skull. The former ARC trooper sighed, craning his neck this way and that though the cybernetics along his spine wouldn’t let the joints pop. 

"Great, can we find a way to test these things without knocking me out?" He groaned, watching Tech tap at a few more things. The genius rose his eyebrows. 

"We could but we risk neural overload, neural underload, brain fry, memory lapse, short term memory loss, long term memory loss, hallucinations,…" Tech’s list was on going, bordering on droning but Echo’s focus was lost when motion at the door way caught his eye. The medbay doors swished apart, making room for two clones. Two older cadets in training armor, one half supporting his brother who was sans helmet. The injured one had blood dribbling down his forehead and looked more than a little dazed. Training incidents, those happened all the time. It was the pretty civilian nurse who flanked the pair that held Echo's attention, taking the injured cadet under his other arm to help him walk straight. 

You.  

It was like being shocked all over again.

Echo was an entirely different man now, but you… You’d barely changed. Sure, your hair was a little longer now, a couple more shadows under your eyes. But, you were still you. The woman that Echo had loved, still loved. He couldn't help but watch you sit the injured trooper down, asking both cadets diagnostic questions. They seemed flustered under your keen eyes, casting each other wide eyed looks when you’d offer them that soft, reassuring smile you gave all your patients.

You’d given Echo that smile, it seemed like decades ago now when you’d met, and, kriff, it’d stunned him to silence, too. Still did. Echo watched you put gloves on, sliding them over a ring he’d given you shortly before he left for the Citadel. And he watched those gloved hands gently feel over the Cadet’s head, not quite like you used to play with his hair, but just as gentle. He couldn’t quite hear your voice, but he could see your lips moving, your face was still gentle, probably explaining what you were doing or cracking a joke as opposed to the scolding you used to serve the 501st when they’d get hurt doing something dumb. 

The cadet flinched as you started to clean the shallow wound on his forehead, and Echo almost laughed at the face you made at him. There was the scolding, judging by how the cadet sat up a little straighter. It didn’t take you long, cleaning, bandaging, shining a light in the clone’s eyes. 

"Alright, I think you’ll survive, just barely." 

Echo couldn’t hear you, but he knew that glint in your eyes. You always said that when treating minor wounds; you thought it was funny. He knew exactly the lilt of your voice, which words you put emphasis on, the quirk of your brow, the breath of a laugh you’d tag on the end as you patted the Cadet’s knee. He’d heard you say it a hundred times, been the patient on the receiving end when he’d make excuses to come see you in the medbay before he asked you out. 

Tech was prodding his shoulder again, trying to get his attention. Echo could just barely hear him over the rash of memories going through his mind. 

"Are you even listening to me? Something made your brainwaves spike." Tech questioned finally looking up from his datapads to follow Echo’s line of sight to you, "Oh." 

The cadets were leaving now, you were cleaning up the bit of mess you made before taking a sweep of the infirmary. Your eyes landed on the two different clones, your brow twitched for a moment as you looked at him. A spark of recognition dimmed by a crash of sadness before you shook your head, offering the two of them a smile and wave. 

"Can I help with anything?" You called after setting a cleaning droid on your station. You were walking over, curiosity in your pretty eyes. 

"No, just routine diagnostics." Tech answered when Echo just stared at you like a ghost. Ironic considering he was the more ghost like of the two of you. You slipped more into work mode,  eyes scanning over the cybernetics on his head and dumbstruck look. 

"And they’re coming back green?" You asked, sincerely, reaching out to gently take hold of Echo’s chin. Kriff, if you touched him he didn’t know what he’d do. He’d been so carefully avoiding you since his rescue. Stars, the truth was clawing up his throat to tangle with the wisps of your perfume that he’d breathed in, like sparks and gas. It burned your presence into him, but, dank farrik, it was nice to be warm again.

But could he do this to you? You deserved more than what he’d become, he couldn’t give you what he once could. Could he put you through that after everything? 

Rex had told him. How hard you took it when the news of Echo’s apparent death was broken to you. Everything you’d been through afterwards. Rex told him that you weren’t coping well, you were becoming reckless, distant. Barely eating, barely sleeping, less patient, quiet. The only reason you were still working in the GAR at all was because some of the boys were worried what might happen to you if you were formally discharged. So, Rex pulled some strings, had you transferred back to Kamino where you’d been primarily an instructor, teaching cadets medical skills, running drills with them to show them how to work with civilians in the field, and taking shifts in the infirmary just to keep busy. Compared to what Kix had described, you seemed to finally be doing better. You seemed like you. 

Echo could feel the warmth emanating off your fingertips as they got closer, reminding him exactly why he needed to not be this close. That spark of recognition was back in your stare, your brow twitching. At the last second, Echo flinched backwards away from your fingers, leaning away to try not to choke on your scent as he cleared his throat.

"Just a little out of sync when things come back online, ma’am, nothing to worry about. ‘M fine." Echo forced his voice to be rigid, cut and dry, the way soldiers were supposed to talk to civilians like you. Anything else, he’d be afraid you’d clock him based just off his tone. You always could do that, pick him out of a crowd with your eyes closed. Sometimes, Fives and Jesse would convince Echo to play ‘musical armor’ to try to trick you, you wouldn’t even have to turn around. The moment Echo opened his mouth, you’d hit him with a sweet greeting. It always made the guys laugh, but it made Echo feel… right, warm all the way through. So, he couldn’t risk it and kept his voice firm. 

Echo expected you to look at him weird, maybe even be irritated at his cold tone, but instead, you just smiled, shaking your head with the slightest laugh as you dropped your hand back to your side. 

"What?" Echo pressed, fighting the urge to smile back. He shouldn’t have, he needed to leave. It was nice to have you this close again, but it’d just hurt more in the long run. You straightened up, taking a half step back. 

"Sorry, you just… remind me of someone I used to know." 

Echo tried not to flinch at that.

"We’re needed in the docking bay." 

Both of you had completely forgotten Tech was there. The batch’s genius was watching Echo carefully and you curiously, and for all the crap they gave him, Tech had obviously picked up on Echo’s inner struggle. Tech stood slowly, slipping his helmet on and handed Echo’s to him, "We’ll see ourselves out." 

Echo nodded to Tech, and also to himself, before offering you a curt nod as well, just for the excuse to give you another short look. Your brows crinkled again, but Echo turned on his heel to follow Tech out before he could give you anymore reason to question him. 

"Oh, alright. Bye then." Your voice was soft, confused as you stared at the two men leaving the infirmary. 

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"You knew her." 

Tech’s phrase wasn’t a question, but a fact. Stated as such as they walked back to the docking bay. Echo answered it like one anyone, after he slipped his helmet on, hoping it’d make him harder to read. 

"Uh, yeah. She used to work in the 501st." Not a lie, you had worked in the 501st, after the incident on the Rishi moon. 

"Your body language suggests some sort of deeper relation than simple coworkers. Your pupils dilated, brainwaves spiked, vocal change, hyper fixated focus, fidgety muscle reactions-"

"Don’t need a biology lesson, Tech." Echo groaned, "And I’m suggesting that it doesn’t matter anymore." 

"It just insinuates that-" 

"Un-insinuate it then." 

"Hmm." Tech hummed, casting an odd look to the newest member of the Batch. 

"I..." Echo thought for a moment, trying to come up with some sort of dismissal, but that truth was still crawling up his throat. His shoulders slumped a bit as he fixed his helmeted gaze on the pristine white floors, "I'm not the man she knew."

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wow this is so dramatic and unedited lol