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This happened to me on Monday! Just to note, they seem to be using the usernames of real AO3/Tumblr users, which is creepy and upsetting, and also a weird way to sow discord in our communities.
Here's the one I got! I cracked up at the "community awards" bit because CMP definitely isn't winning any awards in this fandom. Bless y'alls, you dudes crack me up 😂
it’s so funny when people think cody is the boring clone trooper when cody literally body slams his metal opponents. cody is the MOST crazed he’s just a goddamn professional about it
I actually really like that about him. He’s not less brave or less daring or less quick-thinking than any of his brothers- he’s just structured and responsible. He WILL body slam fucking Grievous if it’s the last thing he can figure out to do, but just because he can do that kind stuff in the field, doesn’t mean he will set aside systems designed for the security of the war effort and his brothers. Like, I think about that convo between Anakin and Obi-Wan where Anakin is like, “I bet Cody is boring Rex with proper protocol,” and the thing is, Rex and Cody are meant to be doing an in-person inspection. Like, literally if they don’t follow protocol, why are they even going? I can totally believe Rex skipping some steps to get through the routine quicker, while Cody doesn’t mind being bored if he has to be. When Rex shoots the droid dressed as a clone, which was a fucking gamble, I like that Cody, while literally so fucking alarmed because risking something like that would never occur to him, he still takes the moment to ask Rex what the fuck before reacting. He follows the steps, is what I’m saying: first, try and understand the situation, then take action. I appreciate that.
When Cody does something batshit, he does it calmly, methodically, and logically, which is 10x funnier to me than when the other characters do dumb shit as a spur of the moment thing. Like, he did a full cost-benefit analysis and STILL decided that the smartest way to survive a fight with a 7′1 asthmatic murder cyborg was to fling his 5′9 body on top of it and hold it down. AND IT WORKED.
I still need help, please I am on my kness begging you. I need £300 so I don't get evicted. Not even paying my bills like electric, water or food. I cannot lose my home. Please!
I do writing commissions, if that's acceptable. £300 is a 25,000 word fic at £12/1000words. Which is a very reasonable price!
“I’m at a loss.” Hunter leaned his chin in his hand as the rippling blue vision of Rex stared back at him. The scuffle hadn’t been the worst he’d seen his squad get into but it was shocking that Echo had thrown the first punch. However, Crosshair had been trying to get under his skin all day so maybe he shouldn’t be so surprised. Echo had seemed so… responsible before he really knew him. Now he was starting to see that the little spark in his eyes was more like a full blown forest fire of chaos and he had to work twice as hard to keep up with it. Everyone else was getting along but those two… those two were picking at each other every chance they got, arguing over the comms, throwing insults. Hell, Crosshair went too far and he deserved the left hook he got but fighting on the ship was bad for morale. When he separated them he put them in their respective time out spots where they sulked off to wallow alone, getting a few hours of peace while they thought about their actions. Crosshair was still as hard headed as ever, cold shoulder freezing even after the cool down period, but he was flabbergasted by the hot temper flaring when he approached Echo in the cockpit. The cockpit had become his hideaway on the bad days and Hunter had assumed he’d talk himself into a less foul mood by them.
Boy oh boy was he wrong.
So wrong, in fact, that when he tried to check if Echo had cooled off he got a face full of pissed off ARC trooper and barely made it out with his pride intact. That’s why he called Rex. He had to talk to someone who knew Echo better. Someone who could help.
Rex sighed. “I’ve known Echo for a long time. He’s resilient. He’ll adapt.” Like it was that easy. Hunter leaned back in his chair, running his hand over his face.
“It’s more than that. There are… more personal problems that I’m not equipped for.” Admitting it out loud wasn’t what he wanted but there was more at stake than his pride. The captain pursed his lips, thought through his words.
“Look, sometimes he just needs an ear, or a shoulder. Arguing with him will only get you backed into a corner.” Understatement. More like shoved through a wall and dangled over the edge. Hunter knew Echo was strong willed but he’d been irritable as of late. Tech said he wasn’t sleeping and had caught him sneaking up to the cockpit to relieve Wrecker of his night watches.
“I’m not really a talker, Rex.” Hunter groaned as he heard Crosshair complain to Tech, the other man snapping back at him in defense. “He won’t tell me what’s wrong. I’ve tried.”
“Then try for something more your speed, hit all the bases. Make him feel included. Joke with him. Give him a hug.” Rex shrugged, laughing when Hunter grimaced at the suggestion. Good suggestions but Hunter wasn’t feeling too confident in his place to administer that kind of solution. “He’s not a tooka. He won’t bite if you pet him wrong.” Rex tilted his head, thought better of it. “Well… he might, but it’s worth a shot.” Hunter huffed at the grin Rex shot him before waving with something closer to pity than sympathy. Begrudgingly he let Rex leave, shoving up from his seat to approach Echo who was now pacing the cockpit like a caged animal.
Something at his own speed. What was that exactly? He tried talking - awkwardly, horribly - and that just made his charge more pissed off. Trying again seemed ill advised but they couldn’t battle each other for the rest of the war. By the time he made it to the cockpit Echo looked ready for a fight, snippy and guarded and glaring like he already knew exactly what Hunter was going to say.
“I’m not going to apologize to that loud mouthed, laser brained, assh-” Hunter didn’t give Echo much of a chance to finish. He grabbed Echo by the shoulder and pulled him into a hug. The other man froze, arm held away as if he was afraid Hunter was a bomb that might go off. Still, he persisted. He patted Echo’s back a few times, squeezing just a moment longer before letting him go. Even stepping back to put respectful space between them.
Echo’s expression had fallen unreadable. His eyes blinked back at Hunter with confusion, mouth pressed into a thin line. “Why did you do that?” Apprehension had taken over his body, stiff. Still, he was a sergeant and needed to soldier on regardless of the hardship.
“You’re part of this team. That means we are here for whatever you need. I want you to know that.” Wrong thing to say.
“I can handle myself.” Echo’s nose scrunched up, confusion and annoyance morphing together. With a heavy sigh Hunter steeled himself. He was going to need a tough front to combat this mission.
“You don’t have to do it alone.” Hunter poured as much sincerity into it as he could to try an appeal to Echo’s softer side. It was there underneath all of that indignation, burrowed somewhere beneath rage and what had to be stress. It was a waiting game then. Echo ran it through his head, considering his next move. He knocked him off balance by coming in waving a white flag and now Echo was going to have to work out how to respond.
“I-” Echo looked away, shaking his head. “It hurts.” It looked like everything hit him all at once. His shoulders slumped, his face dropping from anger to pain, and suddenly that standoffishness made a lot more sense. It took a moment to realize he was talking physically. That his body was in pain and he’d had enough. Being pushed by their snippy sniper had sent him over the edge. Right as he put the pieces together Echo was stepping forward to pull Hunter into another hug, no longer frozen in space as he was the first time.
Hunter let himself hug back, let Echo lean his weight on him to take the load off. Carrying everything he had been, all alone, had to have taken it out of him. Hunter gently dug his thumb into the meat of Echo’s shoulder, hearing him hiss, and dragged it through the muscles until he found the knot that rested right next to his shoulder blade. Working out the knots wouldn’t fix anything but it was a start.
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