Post 2: How are you developing style to build your argument in the content analysis?
I’m developing my style by being intentional about clarity and consistency rather than trying to sound overly complex. I’m using headings and subheadings to guide the academic reader through my argument and keeping my language focused on explanation instead of description. Stylistically, I’m repeating key terms like content strategy, audience expectations, and engagement so the argument stays cohesive. This helps the reader see patterns across sections and understand how my analysis builds toward clear conclusions instead of feeling fragmented.
Main Prompt: "Stop touching me!" // "I’m not touching you!" (Week 13)
Alt. Prompt: Lula (Week 8)
Crosshair: Stop touching me, Wrecker!
Wrecker: I‘m not touching you, Lula is!
In TBB S1E1 Wrecker whacked Lula several times in Crosshair‘s face and I‘m sure it wasn’t for the first time. So here is cadet Wrecker, grating Crosshair by touching him with stuffie Lula. The latter tells his older brother to stop -- not a chance! And technically, it’s only Lula who touches Cross.
It‘s been such a long time since I’ve last drawn something. And when I looked at Summer of Bad Batch prompts, I was internally debating, if I should try it.
Me: Hey, look at all those entries! So many awesome ideas. Why not draw something too? It looks fun.
Also me: Maybe later. I‘m not feeling up to it.
And it only took me the whole summer and early September to finally grab my pencil and become active for a turn. Played with a filter afterwards so that the colors appear more washed out like on one of those old instant photos.
It’s simple and I like it. And it feels good to draw something without pressuring myself to make an outstanding creation. Self-pressure often kills that little motivation I have.
(Funny fact, this is the first time I created some fanart for TBB series.)
Inspiration
I got inspired by @locitapurplepink's
Aww, thanks so much @just-here-with-my-thoughts 😊🥰
So glad you love it. I'll make my own summer of bad batch 2024 masterpost after I finish
and the last two seconds from High Ground Animation‘s "CLONES - The Clone Wars Fan Animation Compilation". That eye-roll is so good.
(Seriously, when I first watched the clip, I didn’t realized it was fan-made. I thought, I can‘t remember that particular cutout, where in the TCW series is it?)
Aaand that wraps it up. Thank you for dropping by.
summary: Hunter and Crosshair have a heavy fight. Wrecker tries to interfere.
warnings: pulling on hair, biting, crying, fighting
words: ~960
a/n: hello everyone! this might have a little of an abrupt ending and i decided to leave the story somewhat open. even though the two of them fight, it's a story of mine so ofc they're having a "happy ending", no worries i got u people. this is another fic for @summer-of-bad-batch, with the prompt "stop touching me!" - "i'm not touching you!" (also, did i watch that scene from lilo and stitch for like 30 times just because it's so funny? yes i did.) i hope you enjoy!
MASTERLIST
SUMMER OF BAD BATCH MASTERLIST
Wrecker loves his brothers.
They are funny and kind. They share their things with him, no matter how small they were.
When he needs someone, they are there for him. They talk to him, cuddle with him, endure his hugs and he knows he can always count on them.
And of course they can count on him, too!
When Hunter complains about his smell, he tries to clean up his bunk and himself, of course.
When Crosshair is at his grumpiest, he knows that some good old Lula-slaps will knock him out of it.
When Tech has to rant about something, and needs someone to listen to him, Wrecker will try to do just that as best as he can.
At the same time, he knows they absolutely would do the same for him.
Like he said, he really loves them.
Except for when they are fighting.
It isn't uncommon for them to pick on each other, or to bicker around. Kark, sometimes he even just picks a fight with Crosshair out of boredom.
But sometimes, when Hunter didn't sleep well, or Crosshair is already irritated, small arguments can turn into a whole war.
Just like now.
Wrecker isn't even sure why his oldest and youngest brother are at it again, but he feels like they will get very physical, very soon.
Hunter and Crosshair are often up each other's throats. They are screaming, yelling, sometimes even shoving each other around, but this time it is just a little more intense.
Tech is sitting next to him. He has his fingers in is ears, overwhelmed by the loud noises, and is curled into Wrecker, trying to shield himself from whatever is going on between the other two.
All he can do is sigh and shake his head at their brothers antics.
He doesn't know if it is expected of him to step in, as the strongest of the team, or if it is even his right to do so, but when the moment arrives, he knows it.
As soon as Crosshair puts Hunter in a headlock, pulling his hair, and Hunter digs his teeth into Crosshair's tight, he knows that he can't keep them going like this.
"Hey!" he calls out, standing up, careful to not push Tech around too much. "Stop it! What the hell are you even fighting about?"
He stomps over to his tangled brothers and pulls them out of each other's arms, separating them.
"Stop touching me!" Crosshair calls out, shoving at Wrecker, actually trying to kick his shins.
"Hey!" Wrecker calls out, while Hunter yells back: "I'm not touching you!"
"Calm down!" Wrecker yells and places Hunter in his bunk, throwing him a glance that says "don't you dare moving away".
Then he grabs Crosshair in a different angle, laying his arms around him, so he isn't really able to move his own anymore, and putting him in a so called "Wrecker-Cage".
"Leave me alone! Stop touching me!" Crosshair calls again, struggling in Wreckers arms, but the latter one doesn't really budge at first. He's definitely stronger than his gray haired brother, but he isn't sure if he really should let him go now, still so full of rage.
"Let me go!" he growls and keeps wiggling himself out of his arms.
Only when Hunter croaks out a quiet "Let him down, Wrecker," the giant gently lowers his smaller brother.
Crosshair huffs, looks at Wrecker like he wants to kill him, before growling out an "I don't need your help!" and storming off into their fresher.
Wrecker is sure that if he could slam the doors, their sound would still echo in their ears several hours later.
When he turns around, Tech carefully looks around, pinning his eyes on Hunter.
Hunter himself is curled up on his bed and with the way his breathing sounds way too controlled for the fight that just happened and the way his shoulders are tensed, he knows that Hunter must be at the verge of tears.
Slowly, carefully, he makes his way over to Hunter.
"Hey, you're okay?" Wrecker asks, even though he sees that this clearly isn't the case.
"Fine," Hunter murmurs and pulls the blanket further up.
"You don't exactly look like it, if I'm honest. What was this about?" the bigger clone asks and sits down next to Hunter, refraining from touching him.
"It was nothing," Hunter almost whimpers, covers his face with said blanket and as if that isn't enough he starts to sniffle quietly.
Wrecker is at a loss for words.
Tech crying? Well, yes, he's seen that before.
Crosshair crying? Yeah, that's more likely than anyone would expect. He might be doing just that now, hidden behind the fresher door.
Himself crying? Hell yeah! He's an emotional wreck, sometimes he wonders if this is the reason why they gave him his name.
But Hunter crying? No. He's never seen that before. Not once in his whole eight years of life.
"But... But you're... It can't be nothing if you're feeling like that," Wrecker mumbles and decides to put his hand on Hunter's side, hesitantly.
"It's okay, Wrecker. Can we just leave it? I don't want to talk about it," Hunter sniffles, his voice rough and thick at the same time.
Wrecker moves his hand a little up and down on Hunter's back, sighing.
"It's going to be okay," he tries to assure him, but Hunter just shrugs: "I don't know..."
It takes the two squabblers over a day and a fight with a few regs to talk to each other again.
To all their surprise, it's Crosshair who makes the first step when they're in med bay and get patched up, and apologizes to Hunter.
Hunter, just sighs, nods and accepts the apology.
Tech and Wrecker never really find out what this fight exactly was about.
I learned that I write best when I can see the structure—headings, formatting, graphs, layout. Visual organization helps me understand my own ideas. I also learned that I revise best when the feedback is about function, not just corrections. After college, this will help me write more purposefully for classrooms, administrators, and professional projects.
THE FINAL FIC for @summer-of-bad-batch!!!! I really like this one and I hope you do, too!
Main Prompt: “For the fifth time…gravity applies to you.”
Alternate Prompt: Healing
Bonus Prompt: “I just want to go home.”
Feel free to read HERE or below! Enjoy! *throws the fic at you and runs*
PLANS
If it weren’t for the direness of the situation, Tech would have been awed by the majesty of the view and the sheer length of time he’d already spent in the air, with so much left to go. If he could, he would hang here, watching the movement of the clouds and catching glimpses of the sun-dappled landscape below.
The landscape that was, unfortunately, getting closer.
For the fifth time…gravity applies to you, Tech reminded himself.
His brain was moving faster than he was falling. Plan after plan flying through his mind, trying to find some way to survive. But plan after plan just wouldn’t work, with gravity being his main ultimate enemy.
Tech generally wasn’t one to panic. He was always able to come up with a plan, even a bad one. But it always worked. That was why he’d made all of the plans for them to follow in their missions. Planning kept them safe. Even Plan 99 kept most of them safe. Just not him. Not right now. But there had to be something else he could do.
He finally cleared the line of clouds and was met with an unobscured view of the topography of Eriadu. It was, horrifyingly, closer than he had expected it to be. He didn’t have much time left. Think, he told himself. Think!
But the decision was made for him.
A shadow passed over him and he looked up, expecting to see the rail car that had been falling above him, its wind resistance slowing its fall, if only marginally. But it wasn’t the rail car. It was a ship. But not the Marauder or even the V-wings. It was a Rho-class transport shuttle. And it was trailing smoke from one of its wings.
It carefully drew closer, matching his speed and coming even with him. Its open ramp faced Tech and inside was none other than Saw Gerrera.
The resistance fighter was standing just inside the shuttle, one hand locked onto the handlebar while the other waved at him, motioning for him to come closer. Tech acted immediately, angling his body against the wind to bring him towards the ship. It was a dangerous maneuver, but ultimately safer than continuing to fall to his doom.
But the closer he got to the ship, the closer and closer they both got to the ground. There wasn’t much time left, and Saw must have known that, too. Tech saw him shout something towards the cockpit of the ship, the wind stealing any sound that might have reached him, and the ship jerked, closing the distance abruptly.
Tech’s head caught on the top of the hatch, knocking off his helmet, his goggles being ripped away with it. There was a blazing flash of light, a jumble of sound and movement, an eruption of pain…and then nothing.
Tech gasped awake, the feeling of falling making his stomach drop. His eyes shot open and he attempted to sit up. Attempted being the operative word. His whole body ached, especially his head, chest, and his right leg, and the world around him was too fuzzy to make out. He brought a hand up to his head, feeling a bandage there and the distinct lack of his goggles. No wonder everything was fuzzy.
“You just lost me ten credits.”
The voice came from somewhere above and behind him. He tried to move his head, but the pain and dizziness stopped him. Luckily, the speaker walked into view. Saw Gerrera stopped by Tech’s feet and looking down at him, arms crossed.
“I wagered you wouldn’t gain consciousness until tomorrow,” Saw continued. “You made quite the crash landing into our shuttle, but I guess you’re tougher than you look.”
Tech didn’t respond. He was too focused on trying to get his bearings, trying to remember what had happened, and trying to think past the pain. But it was a losing battle.
“Where…where am I?” he finally managed.
“Someplace safe. That’s all you need to know.”
That wasn’t entirely helpful.
“What happened?”
“We caught you and got you out of that mess. The least you could do is say thank you.”
“Th-thank you.” It was taking far more effort than it should have just to speak. But one thought finally took shape in his abused head. “My squad?”
Saw shook his head. “I didn’t see what happened to them. One of the turbolasers hit us before we could make it into orbit. We lost altitude and had to evade capture inside the clouds. By the time we were ready to get out of there, we saw you.”
“Why did…you save me?”
Saw shrugged. “I hate to see a good fighter go to waste. And besides, it might be useful to have you boys owe me a favor in the future.” He smirked. Tech didn’t altogether like the expression on the older man’s face.
Tech felt himself starting to fade. Fast. Staying awake was draining him of what little energy he had. Saw Gerrera must have seen the struggle on his face.
“But you’re no good to me in your current position. You need rest. Healing. Then you’re free to go wherever it is you want to go.”
Oblivion was racing to meet him, and Tech was only able to form one thought, one final desperate plan before it completely enveloped him.
