The WaxerBoilMonth discord r to blame for Waxer now having got nothing from umbara but ibs and a life long sentence of being teased for passing out on Captain Rex
Have some of my Codywan situationship fic which I'm trying to pick away at. Because idk. Might as well try to give someone a happy ending even after breaking them horribly.
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He reached up and dragged a hand down over his face, tired beyond words suddenly. “Fine. Fine. Why don’t you and Cody come for dinner tomorrow night?”
“Both of us?” Rex asked. His lips twitched. “You sure you want a witness for this conversation?”
Obi-Wan gestured to Feemor. “I already have a jailor and permanent witness to my shame,” he said waspishly. “What’s one more?”
Rex clearly choked back his laughter and got to his feet. “All right,” he said. “We’ll be here.”
Obi-Wan looked down at the cards in his hands and went back to shuffling them in a bid to rid himself of the anxious energy thrumming through his veins. “If he’d rather not, please comm in advance so we know not to expect you,” he said softly.
“I’m pretty sure wild banthas couldn’t keep him away,” Rex said.
oh god I didn't realize I had to place stickersssssssssss please please please sticker gods grant me the steady hands to place these stickers on nicely
Section 4 is all done, and now begins the section I was initially most concerned about - 5 - because I have no big bag labeled 5, only a little bag.
However, peeking ahead in the instructions, it looks like section 5 is actually quite short? So maybe this little bag really is all I need! Here's hoping that's true!
In the meantime though, I've finally unearthed Greef Karga! All minifigs from this set are now assembled and chilling on the sidelines watching me finish this build 😄
I'll do my best to give this little audience a good show lol. Section 4 done, onward with section 5!
Quite honestly, very much am not a fan of one of the Mandalorian sayings Karen Traviss wrote in Legacy of the Force: Bloodlines
Ke barjurir gar’ade, jagyc’ade kot’la a dalyc’ade kotla’shya.
Train your sons to be strong but your daughters to be stronger.
lit. “Raise your children, male children strong but female children stronger.”
Like, well, firstly, before we get into the important issue, my minor quibble: barjurir bothers me. It’s not conjugated when it should be. And, it seems misspelled; in other places, to educate or to raise children is not barjurir, it’s ba’jurir, note there’s only two r’s, not three (as a noun, bajur, and the beten is, well, whatever). It’s silly to argue with Traviss about a language she invented, and silly to get hung up when the language isn’t overly stringent on its grammar rules, but by the few she created, it should be actually: ke ba’juri…
The more pressing issue, however, this nonsense about raising sons and daughters differently. Like, it annoys me so much that Traviss wrote (expositionally) that Mandalorians do not have traditional gender roles, or any sort of gender roles, and yet she continues to do things like this. (I will not start on RepComm, most especially ImpComm right now.) It’s even just weird, generally, when their language itself doesn’t even typically have gender. The pronouns and nouns are all gender neutral. Their adjectives male and female are used only when very strictly necessary; so, frankly, like never. It just baffles me how she can write such a saying while simultaneously trying to say that there is complete gender equality in Mandalorian culture.
I suppose it comes across to some as odd that I’m complaining about something that is apparently upholding Mandalorian women as the stronger. Well, it rubs me a little wrong because it implies that women are inherently not as strong, so they have to be trained to be stronger? Or something to that effect. I’m also not really about false flag Strong Women™ who are really just considered Strong™ because they are “like men”.
And, I’m just not really expressing myself well on this score, but that quote has always bothered me. Because, like, it’s baffling to me that Mandalorians would even treat their children differently based on gender. (Also, lmao, at least, gender binary problems here.) And it also implies to me a bunch of weird things. And, I just don’t like it.
Sometimes I struggle with things that KT produced because it just does not fit into the world building she already produced, and this saying is one of the major, major times — as far as mando’a goes.
Like … in the past, and even now, my brain struggles to process this phrase within the context of mandalorian culture as it is developed, written, and shown … and the only time I can make sense of it is within the context of a society that, while they don’t recognize gender, recognize the role that gender plays in a larger society actively trying to snuff them out.
Because how many instances have we seen of societies that don’t follow or recognize a gender binary have people within those cultures face extreme hardship and violence for failing to adhere to strict gender roles of the more powerful societies they have to navigate? In this case, navigating the Republic as the Republic clearly have gender roles that are expected to be followed.
So then is this phrase meant to indicate a raising of children based on surviving a harsher galaxy where they may not always be able or allowed to be who they are? Can it be? Is that something we can twist the original toxic meaning to allow it to become?
But even so, it still causes a rift — discordance in what is mandalorian (not recognizing gender) and what isn’t (emphasizing specific gender binary).
Even more insidiously, it demonizes weakness and softness in it’s implied condemnation of “not strong,” — it’s an important mechanism to perpetuate toxic masculinity while under the “innocent” guise of empowering women. And if a daughter is not strong, is that her failing, or her parents? Her family’s? If she then comes to be hurt in some way, is it because she was not strong enough? Is it then her fault?
Victim blaming is insidious, and easily stems from common phrases that were so innocuous on first glance. Then there’s a lot to be said about this phrase and it’s purpose in the grand scheme of things as KT writes mandalorians — that is, there’s a lot of female-coded labor that is purely expected and hoisted onto the shoulders of all the women that she writes, and to a degree that renders her female characters not as individuals with autonomy but servants to perform that labor that “of course” the men can’t (emotional labor, “housekeeping” and “cooking/cleaning” that’s traditionally coded as “women’s jobs”). The woman is expected to act as the foundation and hold up the clan, and it is ultimately a thankless job that can (and often is) taken for granted.
I’m really concerned about the demonization of “not strong” as a serious issue, not just because traditional femininity is coded as soft and fragile, but that the idea of a person being soft and fragile is no longer someone deserving respect — and that is something that leads to dehumanization, and abuse.
And for a series that so carefully emphasizes that Mandalorians mark helmets to indicate disabilities as both a badge and a quick forewarning to prepare the person who approaches of any issues so that they can accommodate any disabilities, why then have a phrase that flies in the face of that kind of mindset and culture? Because having a disability is usually coded as not strong, especially when they are not “earned in battle,” ie another facet of the toxic meaning of strength.
Or is it a different kind of strength, and thus our translation is then lacking? Not strong in the physical brutal way, but strong in the way that it means to survive anything? Because even weak, fragile things can and do survive in the face of adversity — and is that something that we can then use to restructure the phrase, to give it an alternative meaning or connotation that translates more appropriately?
I think of, sometimes, a flower growing upwards through cracks of concrete. A visual metaphor of strength and the survival of something simultaneously fragile and vulnerable and yet strong enough to erode what was once solid and whole and suffocating.
When I am writing, massive societal hypocrisy is the only way I can square the circle that is the Mandalorian people according to KT (and Disney, too). And that’s okay. Societies are hypocritical. People often do not live up to the values they purport to hold.
I have a folder of HoloNet News and CIS Shadowfeed articles from Star Wars insider during the Clone Wars Multimedia Project, with new dates to match my headcanon timeline (you can find it on my account) where necessary, theyre fun to have for fic or TTRPG reference you can find them in this folder:
Content: everyone in the 212th are both Cody and Kenobi's wingmen, brotherly teasing, listen they are openly flirting in this one and Cody is being a disaster about it all, someone give Rex an award for dealing with this man
For @literallyjustanerd, based on this post
Mando'a Guide
shebs - ass
vod - brother/sister/sibling
Kote - glory; used here as Cody's real name before it was simplified to 'Cody'
taylir gar kovid olar bal jii - keep your head here and now
ibic linibar gar mirda - this needs your mind
ori'vod - big brother/sister/sibling
jetiise - Jedi (plural; singular is jetii)
“Come on, General!” a shiny shouted, not noticing Cody’s presence. “Kick his shebs!”
Cody leaned a little to see through the crowded troopers. On the practice mat he saw two men; one trooper, down to just his blacks - Boil, by the looks of it, and General Kenobi. He was in a simple tunic, plain colors, like most of his clothing. Sweat was dripping down his face, but he smirked as he spoke quietly to his opponent.
Cody suddenly felt that the room was far too hot, and his armor was too constricting.
“Sir,” one of the shinies near him squeaked as he noticed his commanding officer.
“Easy, vod,” Cody chuckled, waving him off. “Just here to watch.”
“Uh, yessir,” the trooper said awkwardly before turning back to watch the spar.
Cody stalked quietly behind the captive audience that encircled the mat, finding himself to be similarly enraptured with every movement the general made.
With the chaos of the battlefield and the stress of command, he never had the chance to truly witness the prowess for which his general was known.
It was certainly something to behold. The way he dodged Boil’s every move reminded him of a dance. The wicked, cocky grin plastered across his face reminded him–
“Commander!” someone shouted, fortunately before he could finish the thought.
Waxer rushed to him. “You’re up next, Kote,” he informed him with a wide grin.
“Not on your life, Wax,” he deadpanned, ignoring the stir of longing in his gut.
“C’mon, it’ll be’- ooh!”
Waxer’s urging was cut off by the way Kenobi slammed Boil into the mat, quickly wrapping him up in a hold that had Boil tapping out.
Waxer laughed, running over to help Kenobi pick his brother up from the mat. “You just won me thirty credits, General!”
“Glad to be of service,” Kenobi chuckled, idly wiping some of the sweat from his brow.
Time seemed to slow, the cheers and laughter from the gathered vode faded out. Right then, for Cody, there was only him and the general in this room.
Kenobi’s face was flushed from the effort, drops of sweat dotting his skin. He grasped Boil’s forearm with a grin, laughing lightly at something Waxer said.
He was brought back to the present by a rough hit to his shoulder.
He scowled at the offender.
“You should take a holo,” Gregor chuckled. “It’ll last longer.”
Cody smacked his arm. “Kriff off.”
“–suppose, if he’d be interested,” Kenobi said, coming up in front of him. His brow cocked as he eyed Cody with such an interest that he felt the tips of his ears go red. “Would you, my dear Commander?”
Cody blinked at him. “I’m sorry, sir?”
“Well, Boil and Waxer here have me quite convinced I should challenge you next,” Kenobi said with a smirk that made Cody feel like his heart was about to beat right out of his chest.
“I- I couldn’t, sir,” he said quietly.
“I can’t see why not,” Kenobi chuckled, then leaned in closer to him. Cody prayed to any supposed maker out there that the General couldn’t hear the way Cody’s breath froze along with his heart. “I’m reluctant to think that you’d be scared.”
Boil and Waxer sucked in a breath. Their eyes darted between their COs.
Cody huffed something like a laugh, already beginning to remove the armor from his arms. “Never, sir,” he smirked.
By the time Cody had shucked the last of the plastoid pieces from him, the General had toweled himself off and was getting a drink.
“Ready, General?” he asked. “To lose that is.”
Kenobi chuckled again. “Losing is no displeasure, my dear,” he grinned. “As long as I’m losing to you.”
If that hadn’t already stopped Cody in his tracks, what Kenobi did next certainly would have.
Just as Cody turned to face him, General Kenobi was freeing his arms of his tunic, tossing it off to the side in a messy heap.
While Cody was still breathless, Kenobi dropped into a starting stance, his arms held before him at the ready. He smirked and Cody was certain he was about to embarrass himself by going completely lightheaded before their match could even begin.
Taylir gar kovid olar bal jii, Kote, the echo of Alpha-17’s snarl rang through his mind. Ibic linibar gar mirda.
He readied himself, then nodded to Kenobi.
For a few moments, they only circled one another, both oblivious to the shouts and cheers from the watching crowd of soldiers. Cody would feign an attack, testing Kenobi’s reactions, and Kenobi moved swiftly enough that Cody was sure that he was at least partially relying on his connection to the Force.
“Care to actually make a move, General?” he smirked.
“Only should you stop teasing me, my dear,” Kenobi chuckled back.
Cody scoffed lightly, then shifted the position of his left arm, giving the General an opening.
The General took the opportunity, jabbing a sharp right hook in his direction, forcing Cody to take a step back, only to find they’d gotten closer to the edge of the mat than he’d thought.
His ankle rolled beneath him–sending a twinge of pain up his leg–but he managed to catch himself just in time to block Kenobi’s incoming hit.
Kenobi smiled as he looked Cody up and down. “Impeccable footwork,” he purred. “You could make an exquisite dancer.”
He nearly froze, if not for the growl of his ori’vod in the back of his mind, but offered his own blows toward his General.
The General parried them somewhat easily, moving back across the mat with the same grace that always somewhat distracted Cody on the battlefield. He wouldn’t let it now.
Cody kept on the offensive, hurling his fists towards Kenobi.
“Come now, Cody,” he said, slightly breathlessly. “You’re not going easy on me, are you?”
“What would make you think so, sir?” he asked just as he managed to wrap his arm around Kenobi’s neck, spinning and pulling Kenobi’s back tightly against him. “What do you believe I’ve done wrong?” he hummed into the General’s ear.
“No need to pull your punches, Commander,” he told him, his voice dropping dangerously low. “You know I can take more.”
Cody heard his own breath leave in a quiet huff and the next thing he knew he was on his back, his General over top of him.
Kenobi grinned at Cody’s shock ever so briefly before changing back into that somewhat cocky look of determination.
“Yield,” he whispered.
Cody stared at him for a moment, then made a… tactical decision.
He let his eyes drop to Kenobi’s lips, his tongue darting out to wet his own.
Kenobi gasped softly, his cheeks flushing an even deeper red than they’d been from the exercise.
That was his opportunity.
Cody flipped their position, flattening Kenobi’s chest against the mat. He wrapped his arm beneath the General’s with his hand on the back of his neck. His leg wove into Kenobi’s, pinning him firmly down.
“Ah, alright!” Kenobi muttered, struggling to free himself from the Commander’s grasp. “You got me– I yield,” he said, a bit louder to let their audience–that Cody had all but forgotten about–know the match was over.
A long beep sounded over the ship’s PA system, signaling the shift change. Cody could hear them leaving, laughing, bickering, and groaning about the coming work.
Cody rolled off his opponent, pushing himself up to his feet. Kenobi flopped onto his back and Cody got a proper look at him for the first time since their match started.
He was dewy with sweat, the fringe of auburn hair sticking slightly to his forehead. His face and ears were still tinted pink, though he wasn’t sure of the cause. It seemed the rest of his body was spotted with far more freckles than his face was, which was the realization that forced Cody back to reality.
“Good effort, General,” he smirked, offering a hand.
Rex: damn codes
Rex: havent seen you spar like that in a minute
Rex: gregor sent me the holovid
Cody: I can’t say I’m surprised by that.
Rex: no sound though
Rex: does kenobi always talk that much??
Rex: my jetiise say he does
Rex: curious about his smack talk
Cody: I’ve updated the spreadsheet.
Rex: cody you cant be serious
Rex: cody
Cody: Those are all perfectly reasonable suspicions.
Rex: skywalker talks shit all the time when we spar but not like THAT
Rex: no suspicions explain him talking to you like that
Rex: actually you know what
Rex: there is no heterosexual explanation for this
Cody: Don’t be ridiculous, Rex. You’re supposed to talk me into rationality, not feed into my delusions.
Event: While sparring in the gym, the boys goaded General Kenobi into challenging me. He proceeded to remove his shirt before we began and made comments throughout, including the following (verbatim): “Losing is no displeasure, my dear, as long as I’m losing to you.” “Impeccable footwork. You could make an exquisite dancer.” “No need to pull your punches, Commander. You know I can take more.”
Rational explanation: General Kenobi flirts with all of his opponents.-Distraction technique?-His idea of trash talk?-Is he just like that?
On reviewing the described event, Rex has requested I redact the former with the following comment: “There is no heterosexual explanation for this.”
Irrational explanation: General Kenobi meant what he said in exactly the way he said it
Additional notes: Is it actually an irrational explanation to assume he means the things he says?
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This scene actually highlights something about Ventress in the MMP, every time she battles Obi-Wan, she brings out the best in him, he flees rather than fights, he aims to help her return to the light, however when she meets Anakin, he’s forced to the brink of the Dark Side, he always tries to kill her, and is ultimately brought to being his worst self
Bail is in the senate chamber~ thinking about obi wan's lips around his cock instead of working~ so that darth sidious won't know what he's actually working on~
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