YES To All Of This ⬆️

Родные <3

How they respond when asked, “who is Captain Rex?”

Cody: a fuckin nerd

Anakin: my right-hand man

Ahsoka: the guy who tells me where Anakin hides his candy stash

Obi-Wan: one of the bravest men I know

Wolffe: a guy with a spine of steel, but that spine is actually the stick shoved up his ass

Cody, again: a total fucking NERD

Fox: currently polling #3 on the list of Sexiest Commanders in the GAR

Fives: my own personal hero whose name i might have tattooed on my ass once

Echo: the guy whose name Fives got tattooed on his ass once

Dogma: my commanding officer

Kix: my third biggest headache

Cody, still talking: an adorable idiot NERD

Padme: the only reason I still have a husband

Bly: the only commander in the group chat who didn’t make fun of me for drawing little hearts around General Secura’s name on the battle plans

Cody, who may or may not currently have Rex in a headlock: my stupid little baby brother NERD

Crosshair helping Ventress onto the Marauder

My brain: do we ship this

I've been wanting to draw them as cadets for a while now

The sweetest thing ❤️

Родные <3

"tech told me all about your sparkling personality"

"any friend of brown eyes is a friend of mine"

yeah IM CRYING SOBBING SHAKING

SIDENOTE: SHES BEEN DOING THIS ALL IN HEELS???? LOVE.

Ralph McQuarrie art for Echo Base on Hoth. From The Empire Strikes Back (1980). In a bit we’ll see McQuarrie’s designs for the ensuing Battle of Hoth.

Gold! 🤣

STAR WARS: THE BAD BATCH | 3.08 BAD TERRITORY

Dawn, After

Spoilers for 3x11, “Point of No Return.”

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Hunter follows Batcher up the steps, ribs aching with every breath, his chest heavy. There’s no longer anything like hope within him; the gunships departing, the screams of the townspeople fading into weary grief, they’ve told him all he needs to know about the Empire and what it came for.

His boots drag against the stone, stumbling over uneven steps. His gloved hand scrapes against the side of the stairwell, trying to keep him steady. Batcher comes back to check on him. She whines softly, nudging his hand.

“It’s all right, girl,” he lies. His voice cracks.

He can tell she doesn’t believe him, but she turns and heads back up the stairs anyway. He keeps climbing.

The sky’s lightening. Sun’ll be up soon. Hard to tell through the choke of smoke.

Hunter rounds a corner. Batcher’s hunkered down on the path, her face hidden. Crosshair slumps against the wall, his back to the sea, helmet forgotten beside him.

For a moment, Hunter doesn’t know if he’s dead or alive.

He’s so tired. Hunter sinks down beside his brother. “Crosshair.”

There’s only silence, an awful, empty silence. Crosshair doesn’t move.

“Crosshair.” Hunter reaches out, shakes him by the shoulder, the breath catching in his throat when Crosshair turns and stares at him.

He doesn’t blink. He still looks dead. His eyes are —

“I failed the mission,” Crosshair whispers. “I’m sorry.”

“I know,” says Hunter. “I know.”

The sun rises red over Pabu, dark smoke fouling the air, and neither of them feel anything at all.

insert pirates of the caribbean theme here