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Mayday is CX-2 🤡

everyone i need to hear them bc im intrigued, what is the wildest and craziest crack theory on the bad batch series that you have heard (or that you have personally come up with)? reblog or comment with your answers

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sometimes babygirl can be a team of defective rogue copy paste men war veterans

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free my man. he did all that but he looked hot doing it

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Crosshair and Tech are THAT kind of chaotic twin ✨

“It’s for science” Tech says 🧠

“It’s because I want to” Crosshair says 🔥

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✨ Spoilers ✨

I’ve been saying for a while that “the Calvary has arrived” episode tittle refers to the clone rebellion and that it perfectly parallels the bad batches first appearance in the clone wars. Now I’m seeing a lot of other people saying this and I’m so…. GLAD that more people have joined this delusional boat with me 😊🤡

At the same time tho I wouldn’t be surprised if it executes differently too.

1) echo and emerie

I actually suspect that omega and the other children are going to escape before echo and emerie get to them. When they find no children what else are they gunna do. I think THEY are going to be the ones to release the other clone prisoners. That’s a small army of men fighting, they are the Calvary … tho I still think in this scenario Rex and the rebellion will show up. It’ll be a two front war for hemlock: front 1 being the inside and front two being the outside.

2) it actually is the bad batch

Imagine omega and the children are in a tight spot and then BOOM 💥 their opponent is knocked out and who is it! Wrecker and the other batchers and wrecker screams “the Calvary has arrived” and they all hug YAYYY. So basically some form of reunion happens. Could also work vice versa. Omega and the children atop the zillo beast saving the bad batch

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grumpy & his toothpick

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Ohmygod.... my mother just said these words to me.

My mom: you know Benedict Cumberpatch?

Me: yeah?

My mom: You know how his fans are called the Cumerbitches?

Me: ....yes??

My mom: What would Hunter girls be called? Hunter Hoes?

I spat up blood laughing at this woman. Five minutes I spent wheezing.

Me: what about Wrecker girls?

My mom: oh... I dunno..... I'm a Wrecker girl so... what should I call myself?

Me: Wrecker Whore?

My mom: no.. you have to hear the W......

(not denying she's a whore....)

My mom: poor Echo.... [long pause]

Me: so...

My mom: Echo Escorts?

Me: did you look that up??

My mom: ....no. loser.

Everyone. Praise my mother and her bestowed knowledge. She is one of us. (Crosshair Cunts and Hemlock Hoes now exist too)

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What Star Wars books do y’all recommend. I’ve never read any. I’ve really enjoyed the bad batch and the original Star Wars trilogy so based on that what do yall recommend 👀

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"close is not good enough for a sniper"

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‼️ 🔊 LISTENING TO CROSSHAIRS THEME ISN’T ENOUGH, I NEED TO INJECT IT INTO MY VEINS 🔊 ‼️

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Coming Full Circle

There is a LOT of giving up going on around here! 🤨

"There are only two episodes to go." "There's not enough time to get Tech back." "We aren't going to find out who CX-2 is this late in the show."

Whoa! Just whoa.

Put on the brakes, peeps! There's so much of the full-circle storytelling technique going on in this series that there is NO reason to be giving up yet. There are a few parallels happening that are giving me hope that I want to share with you. I hope they help with your anxiety over what's coming in the next couple of weeks the way they have helped me with mine:

"The Cavalry Has Arrived" is the title of the final episode and also the very first words uttered by a Batcher in The Clone Wars. They came to the rescue then, and they are doing it now.

In that Clone Wars story arc, the Batch teamed up with Rex and other clones on a mission to infiltrate an enemy installation. They're doing that again. We know the Batch is on their way to Tantiss and we know from trailers that Rex will be there too.

They went into their Clone Wars mission with a specific task to accomplish, and in the course of that mission discovered that someone presumed dead was alive and being made to aid the enemy. It was Echo in The Clone Wars, and it could easily be Tech now.

The Clone Wars arc was four episodes long. Reports are saying that the final episode will be roughly triple the length of a single episode like "Aftermath" was to begin the series. That means that we have as much content still ahead of us to end the series as the entire Anaxes/Skako Minor/Echo rescue arc in The Clone Wars. They made a LOT happen in that story arc, and it looks like that's how much time we have coming up. A lot can still happen.

I'm looking forward to seeing how it all plays out. I've had a lot of fun on this roller coaster ride through the galaxy with you all and our favorite defective clones. May the Force be with us as it wraps up! 🧡

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Me every day 😭

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One of my favorite pieces of canon continuity is that clones cannot lie for shit

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Where’s the money?! 😀

ough. extra soft tonight.

The low light of the night filtered through the window. Phee pushed the door open, sighing softly as she stepped into the nearly completely dark house.

She looked around, cursing herself at the hour. She had sworn to be back earlier. She pittered through the dark home, the moon lighting her way as she slipped down the hall, kicking off her boots as she did.

The house was silent. The very air itself was thin as she stood at the end of the hall, just outside her room.

She pushed inside, and paused. She did not remember to expect him.

Him, laid strewn across her bed. Recognisable datapad buzzing intermittently beside him, even more familiar goggles pushed up as if he was only moving them to rub his eyes.

His legs dangled off the bed. It looked like he fell into the bed. The room was still, silent outside of the soft snores that rose from her lover. Who must have fallen asleep waiting for her.

Phee allowed a small smile as she walked inside, towards the bed. She scooped up the datapad, powering the beloved device down before gently connecting it to charge. She turned to the goggles, next, gently untangling them from his curls.

She placed them by the datapad, and she finally stopped by her lovely intruder. She dipped, crouching by his boots, still muddy- oh, she was getting him for that later– and gently pulled them off.

He sighed, a sort of huff as she massaged the spot where his harsh boots met skin. He shivered, delighted as she lifted him further onto the bed.

"This is a one time thing," She whispered. "You hear me, Brown Eyes?" Phee nearly laughed as a string of incoherence left him at the mere mention of his title.

He seemed to coil into her once her hands found him, his face softening as he settled closer against her. Phee laughed, letting out a needed groan of relief as she finally settled against her pillows.

Tech was on top of her, a comfortable weight she could no longer live without, head pillowed to her chest. She placed a soft kiss to his head, ruffling the curls before slipping off herself.

"Phee," Tech's soft voice murmured against her. She hummed.

"Phee?" She frowned, unwilling to rouse when she was so comfortable. She hardly notice the tone had changed.

The weight rolled off her, and left like it hadn't ever existed. She missed it dearly, the ghost of his skin against hers. She managed to force an eye open.

"Phee. Phee, wake up."

That was not Tech's voice.

She sat up, looking around until her eyes landed on Hunter. "We're nearly there," He muttered. "Just wanted to give you prep time." He looked sheepish, and turned, walking away.

Phee took a shaky breath. Right, she was not at home, she was on her ship. Tech couldn't have been with her, couldn't have spoken to her. Tech was dead.

Her boots ached uncomfortable where they pressed to her skin. She stood up, and walked towards her cockpit. She ignored the piercing eyes of Tech's twin as she moved past.

Tech was still dead when she got to the cockpit, still dead when she purposely made a mistake on the controls. There was no one to correct her. There was no one to rest atop her after this was all over.

There was no rest for the wicked.

I LIED POW POW TAKE THE ANGST

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Evolution of hugs between Omega and Echo

Echo being surprise and needing a moment to hugs Omega back.

Echo been more ready this time and have his arms open to welcome her.

He dropping on one knee, arms open and ready to hug back Omega.

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sorry the quality isn't the best, but i wanted to torture myself with zoomed in shots of Crosshair's expressions while Omega is trying to convince him of her recapture/Tantiss plan. 🥺(S3 E11)

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ough. extra soft tonight.

The low light of the night filtered through the window. Phee pushed the door open, sighing softly as she stepped into the nearly completely dark house.

She looked around, cursing herself at the hour. She had sworn to be back earlier. She pittered through the dark home, the moon lighting her way as she slipped down the hall, kicking off her boots as she did.

The house was silent. The very air itself was thin as she stood at the end of the hall, just outside her room.

She pushed inside, and paused. She did not remember to expect him.

Him, laid strewn across her bed. Recognisable datapad buzzing intermittently beside him, even more familiar goggles pushed up as if he was only moving them to rub his eyes.

His legs dangled off the bed. It looked like he fell into the bed. The room was still, silent outside of the soft snores that rose from her lover. Who must have fallen asleep waiting for her.

Phee allowed a small smile as she walked inside, towards the bed. She scooped up the datapad, powering the beloved device down before gently connecting it to charge. She turned to the goggles, next, gently untangling them from his curls.

She placed them by the datapad, and she finally stopped by her lovely intruder. She dipped, crouching by his boots, still muddy- oh, she was getting him for that later– and gently pulled them off.

He sighed, a sort of huff as she massaged the spot where his harsh boots met skin. He shivered, delighted as she lifted him further onto the bed.

"This is a one time thing," She whispered. "You hear me, Brown Eyes?" Phee nearly laughed as a string of incoherence left him at the mere mention of his title.

He seemed to coil into her once her hands found him, his face softening as he settled closer against her. Phee laughed, letting out a needed groan of relief as she finally settled against her pillows.

Tech was on top of her, a comfortable weight she could no longer live without, head pillowed to her chest. She placed a soft kiss to his head, ruffling the curls before slipping off herself.

"Phee," Tech's soft voice murmured against her. She hummed.

"Phee?" She frowned, unwilling to rouse when she was so comfortable. She hardly notice the tone had changed.

The weight rolled off her, and left like it hadn't ever existed. She missed it dearly, the ghost of his skin against hers. She managed to force an eye open.

"Phee. Phee, wake up."

That was not Tech's voice.

She sat up, looking around until her eyes landed on Hunter. "We're nearly there," He muttered. "Just wanted to give you prep time." He looked sheepish, and turned, walking away.

Phee took a shaky breath. Right, she was not at home, she was on her ship. Tech couldn't have been with her, couldn't have spoken to her. Tech was dead.

Her boots ached uncomfortable where they pressed to her skin. She stood up, and walked towards her cockpit. She ignored the piercing eyes of Tech's twin as she moved past.

Tech was still dead when she got to the cockpit, still dead when she purposely made a mistake on the controls. There was no one to correct her. There was no one to rest atop her after this was all over.

There was no rest for the wicked.

I LIED POW POW TAKE THE ANGST