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[incorrectstarwarsquotess]

Obi-Wan: Today I realized I am old.

Cody: What do you mean?

Obi-Wan: I fell over while training with Anakin, and instead of laughing, he ran over to see if I was okay.

Cody:

Obi-Wan, tearing up: I saw genuine fear in his eyes.

[anxietyriddledsquid]

au to make myself practice drawing armor

[supertaliart]

Ship or not, I think they deserve to be domestic and talk shit.

[renif]

you can't tell me that this isn't how preparing battle plans went in 212th

[jayfeathersstick]

Obi wan: yeah lol the last time i was on Geonosis i was tied to a pole and attacked by animals while my padawan made out with a random girl he met like 10 years ago

Cody: sounds fun

Obi wan:

Cody:

Obi wan:

Cody: oh you're being serious

[coco2224]

more angst since y’all liked it last time

[uwingdispatch]

Y'all, I love making Glup Shitto things. And it's been a minute since I put all the Glup Shitto earrings in one place, so here we are! I can only fit 30 photos in a tumblr post so let's see how this goes. If you're seeing this from July 2-July 9 2025, I'm having a sale and all earrings are 25% off! Shop is here.

Not pictured: So many clone troopers. So many. And a bunch of droids! And more characters that maybe you think are glup shittos and maybe you don't! Ahh!

Shop is here. Love y'all!

[bet-on-me-13]

Danny commits to the Bit a bit too hard...

So! For the first few weeks after his accident, whenever Danny would try to help the people of Amity Park, he would be treated as a Villain.

No matter if he had just defeated the Big Bad of the Week or saved a Cat from a tree, everybody in town only saw him as a Monster or Villain to he feared and hunted down. Danny was really getting sick of trying to get them on his side, until Sam made a suggestion.

"Why not just...play into it?" She said, barely looking up from painting her nails.

It was just an offhand suggestion, but it stuck with Danny. Why shouldn't he lean into it? The people of Amity Park already saw Ghosts as Evil, and they already assumed he was in cahoots with the Ghosts attacking the town. Why shouldn't he just...play into it?

So he does just that.

From that day on, whenever Phantom was spotted he would dramatically monologue about his Evil Plans, or claim that another Rogues attack on the City was his own act of terror.

Box Ghost destroys the towns Warehouses? It was on his orders.

Ember mind controls masses of Teenagers? All part of his Plans somehow.

Every Adult in Town is kidnapped by Young Blood? Danny gave them over to a friend as a Gift.

He crafts an identity for himself as the most Vile and Horrible Ghost that has ever attacked the City, using his own infamy to cement his legend even more firmly. The town only sees a Monsterous Villain, who has eveded capture near effortlessly for months on end, who constantly attacks their City and gets away with it.

Of course he still needs an excuse for how his plans keep getting stopped, and he gets it when his girlfriend Valerie becomes the Red Huntress. Before that, he just claimed infighting or the Fentons getting lucky, but Valerie becoming the Town's Hero meant he had a plausible excuse for how he kept getting "Foiled".

Val was suspicious, because she was not as involved as Phantom painted her to be, but in the end she had no proof of him faking his defeats. And she couldn't come up with any explanations for why he would do that in the first place. I mean, who would fake being a Supervillain? It had to he something else.

This did come back to bite him a while later, when the Justice League decided that enough was enough, and dispatched Justice League Dark to recruit Red Huntress and help Deal with him.

Coincidentally, that was the same day Pariah Dark attacked the Mortal Realm and sucked Amity Park into the Ghost Zone.

And honestly? Danny had spent over a Year proclaiming himself as a Villain who commanded Ghosts to attack the Human Realm, and he had heard about the Right of Conquest being Absolute in the Ghost Zone, so why not make it official? Why not overthrow the Ghost King, become the Ghost King, and cement his identity as a Villain while also forbidding Ghosts from entering the Human Realm without his permission?

He may have gotten a bit carried away and forgotten that the Villain thing was a disguise...but hey! He was still preventing Ghost Attacks! ...mostly. That's got to count for something right?

He may have let the Bit run a bit too far...

...

Check the tags for more context!

[currentlylivingonaprayer]

Commander Cody, before every 212th and 501st shore leave:

[acmeangel]

I think about this dialogue from S1 all the time; to me, it succinctly sums up the differences between Erwin and Levi’s perspectives and motivations.

When it comes to Erwin, it’s much like what Armin said in S1: the people who are capable of making change have to be able to throw everything away and abandon their personal humanity in order to save the greater humanity. Erwin embodies this perfectly—he never hesitated to sacrifice the lives of others on behalf of a greater cause, and even knew how to inspire them into willingly self-sacrificing.

What was that greater cause? For Erwin, it was his dream of finding out the truth and avenging his father—it just so happened that this aligned with what was best for Paradis. If it weren’t for his own personal ambitions, I don’t believe Erwin would have had the same level of commitment or drive.

Erwin knew that all of the deaths of his soldiers and the civilians caught in the crossfire were potentially pointless (and we eventually see that catch up to him right before his death); but at the same time, he knew each death and sacrifice was a necessary step in uncovering the truth.

That’s not to say he saw no value in human life or that he was an evil person—it’s just that he saw more value in the bigger picture and the greater cause, and he didn’t have time to consider his personal humanity in that pursuit. Erwin knew that he needed people like Levi and Hange to stay alive in order to achieve this bigger picture goal since they filled in the gaps of skills he lacked himself.

This also isn’t to say Erwin is purely selfish, nor is he the only one with personal motivations—Eren was motivated by his mother’s death, Mikasa was motivated by protecting Eren, Hange was motivated by learning about Titans. The list goes on.

Levi is uniquely one of the few characters without selfish motivations and dreams (which is ironic since people view him as cold and heartless). Levi had no ulterior motives pushing him to the other side of the war, and nothing personal to gain.

He chose to follow Erwin because of that look Erwin had in his eye—the same look Armin had in his eye—hope for the future, like he could see something no one else could. Levi, simply, didn’t want to make choices he would regret, even though he openly admitted that he never truly knew or understood what the outcome of those choices would be. He believed that following Erwin’s command—and eventually choosing Armin—was the best way to do this.

Levi doesn’t view the lives of his comrades or squad members as disposable. He has a fiercely protective and loyal nature. We see this time and time again—when he adamantly tells a dying soldier that his death wasn’t in vain and that he’d made a difference, how he doesn’t ever truly forgive Annie and Reiner for the lives they took from the Scouts, and his incessant need to avenge Erwin’s death, to name a few.

To me, Erwin and Levi are somewhat of a yin and yang in this way—Erwin was willing to do everything it took to achieve his dream, no matter the sacrifice, and Levi was willing to do everything it took to make sure those sacrifices weren’t made for nothing.

Erwin had to be willing to send people to their pointless deaths; Levi had to make sure those deaths weren’t pointless in the end.

This is a little bit of a half-baked ramble, but I always found this exchange so interesting and telling.

[tattycoram]

Rex: General Kenobi's eyes are blue right? Cody: They are but a calm sea blue and they get these golden rims when the light hits them just right Rex: And when was the last time he smiled? Cody: Last night at about 11:37 when I said something that made him laugh Rex: Right and when's my birthday? Cody: Rex: When's my birthday, Cody?

[spacecapart]

Clones!

I've had a few folks at conventions say I ought to do some clone trooper art, and when I had this idea for The Vitruvian Clone I knew I had to draw it. Drawn in alcohol markers, fineliners and coloured pencil, with a little stock image assistance for the background.

(Prints of this one are available in my shop! Check my blog page or pinned post for a link, or look up SpaceCap Art on Storenvy)

[orenstern]

MOS1983

Less than half the places that I go, blue men that have plain faces come out of the darkness, and show the curiosity for who I am, all they want to know, and all they care about, is how much money I get paid to do what I do. They want to know my grade. They want to know my rank…they believe they have captured me, and so they say what is your MOS. I’ve never once given them the answer to that question. I’d sooner tell my socks I love them as they slipped up on my feet.

But I know that some folks out there need something more concrete. So I will give whomever whatever they be a bit of truth that runs deep. 1983, Spring. I was already the leader of a dog pack. We were all the neighborhood mutts. We assembled together in my front yard, and then we ranged as near and a far as we pleased: we went through the Marsh, we went through the trees. We went in the fields among the cows. We went to the beach and then to the beach house, we went inside. We all ate the mouse. We hung out among the artwork and blanketed couches, blanketed in white linen, we crashed into each other over and over to see who was stronger and stronger. We had among us duchess and dukie, stranger and gypsy, rags, and Pepsi. Bubs was the leader.

Towards the end of that spring, came my parents’ friends, Dennis and Lexine, who were and perhaps still are MPs. They brought with them for us a set of keys. And a crate, and a mature German shepherd attack pup. Fully trained to do what he must. We were given his commands, they were in another tongue. One that felt right to me, but not to my dad. He did not tell me the words that he had but I knew them all the same somehow, by some mystery.

Our Spring now Summer pup’s name was Duker. And I and my old Man were now his master. My old man by rank, and myself as the faster caster. When he left for work, it was me and the gang and Duker. But Duker had to hang behind until he could recognize that he was not the alpha of the gang. So he remained on his chain that gave him enough range to get inches out of pissing range of his favorite tree. Soley because that tree was for me.

And each day I went to the tree and plainly for him to see, I pissed liberally all over that tree. And Duker would every single day bolt like lightning towards me, and I every single day turn to face his attack. And every single day the chain held true, and I smiled back at Duker. His face, which, under his hair was now blue. He choked himself through and through with rage, for what only I could do and that was how we got through that season of that year day in and day out, there was no fear, there was only truth. Duker this is me and that is you. This is my tree it is not for you. And Autumn came and Duker left and he never saw the tree again neither did he ever see me. But Duker and his progeny shall never forget that tree is only for me.

Ever thine, not yours mine,

Bubs

31B4OZ6,

Summer

1983

PS Duker’s progeny like every other dog in my gang has real blood. Duker himself remains at my side always. And he is still blue and so am I, for a decade later I became the Blue Devil. I’ll tell you why the Blue Devil’s blue long long long before I share with you Duker’s command that make him go zoom after you. But on any day by any whim for any reason whatsoever, however small or grand, I’ll speak those words just for fun, just to watch you run run run towards the sun.

Oh, and that is the fun I get to share with my son.

[thelastd0mino]

the duality of clone troopers (battle of christophsis: 2008)

[lovelywyenn]

You'll never see Hange at more peace than when they're slurping the fuck out of your clit.

You're a fucking mess right now. It's been hours. And this hasn't been light work, okay. Head from Hange is never light work.

They know your body so well it's scary. That plus the fact they didn't play around when it came to eating only made things worse for you. Every suckle of your clit, every kiss to your slit was for a reason. To get you to cum on their tongue.

No one else could make you cum as hard or as many yes as Hange could. Let this be someone else and you'd probably be sitting here bored out of your mind. But Hange had made you cum at least five times already...and they were aiming for a sixth.

Your body was shining with sweat, and the air around you two smelled of sex. You felt sticky everywhere, but especially between your legs.

Hange really knew how to make a mess out of you.

Tears pricked at your eyes as you sat up on your elbows, eyes looking at the Commander between your legs. "Baby i-", you want to say something, beg for a break. The plea is hot on your tongue

But they look so perfect right now. Life has just been so stressful on them lately. It broke your heart to see them forgetting to eat and sleep.

They honestly looked more relaxed than ever right now. Eye shut as their strong hands press your knees to your chest, keeping you in place so you have not even a hope of escaping. Their tongue is laving at your sensitive core. Hange's jaw had to be aching by now. But you'd never be able to tell, they looked like they were in heaven servicing an angel.

When Hange hears your voice they shake themselves out of their daze, resting their cheek on the plush fat of your thighs. Deep brown eyes peer up at you.

They were just as messy as your cunt, a filthy mixture of your juices and their spit running down their chin. Not that they really cared. They just wanted you to stop talking so they could get back to eating.

"....you were saying sweetie?" They speak, and Hange's voice is rough and low. Sending a deep shiver down your spine.

You blinked back the tears daring to fall past your lashes sucking up your complaint. If a bit of overstimulation would help Hange calm down, you'd sit here all night.

"Nothing baby....." you say, one of your shaky hands coming to card through their mop of brown hair. Gently, you push them back to your slit, watching as they eagerly get back to eating, easily getting a good rhythm again.

".... Just keep eating"

[arundolyn]

everybody shut up

dizzy narwhal