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burdenedjedi · 1 year
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Commander Cody's signature eyebrow raise: a study 🤨
I was inspired by this post to assemble this, so here's our skeptical king 🤨
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burdenedjedi · 1 year
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#he’s just like me fr
Diego Luna & Hayden Christensen | Actors on Actors
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burdenedjedi · 1 year
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Take me back 🥲
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burdenedjedi · 2 years
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he’s vibing
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burdenedjedi · 2 years
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Ep 12 has made me ill.
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burdenedjedi · 2 years
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I’m sorry? On what planet is this Tech? How does this resemble tem in any fucking way?
like that’s fucking George W Bush or some shit because it sure as hell isn’t a Temuera clone….
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burdenedjedi · 2 years
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Not 0409 being an Umbara Arc ep😭
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burdenedjedi · 2 years
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Am I the only one imagining echo with a rex hand tattoo to remember everything that happened?
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burdenedjedi · 2 years
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In the Silence of the Night - A Commander Wolffe One Shot
Word Count: 505 Rating: Everyone Summary: Wolffe thinks about Order 66 A/N: I made myself sad writing this. I NEED to know Wolffe's O66 story.
There were moments, late at night, when Wolffe could remember what he’d done. Moments when the words spoken through that holo-call — and everything that came after — replayed perfectly in his mind.
The words.
CC-3636, execute Order 66.
The pain in his head.
Y-yes, S-sir.
The sound of blasters being turned off stun and pointed at friends instead of enemies.
Commander?
The silence.
The silence was what bothered him most when he remembered. Where there should have been screams of horror, gasps of betrayal, yells of fury … silence reigned.
Why hadn’t they screamed?
The Jedi fought. Of course they fought. They were all as trained as the clones by that point in the war.
So they fought. But they didn’t scream.
Instead, Wolffe screamed for them.
That was a secret he’d never told anyone. Not Rex. Not Gregor.
It was a secret he’d take to his grave.
But late at night, in the still and the quiet and the loneliness, Wolffe couldn’t keep it secret from himself.
He’d screamed, hit his head, cried and panted so hard trying to resist that his visor had gone cloudy with hot air. He’d tried to remove his helmet, but his hands wouldn’t work, his arms wouldn’t lift higher than the necessary distance needed to raise his blaster and shoot.
None of it mattered in the end.
Wolffe screamed. And he shot.
Wolffe cried. And he killed.
Again and again and again until there were no more breathing Jedi around him.
If he thought about it long enough, he could swear he was back there. Surrounded by the product of an order he hadn’t consented to, not really. Not truly. But, maybe …
It was too easy to get lost in those memories.
And so, late at night, in the darkness and the calm, Wolffe would sit up, focus on the far wall of the small corner of the walker he called his own until his eyes cleared, and remind himself that this was now and that was then. 
He would put a hand to his chest, feel the beating of his heart, trace the scar around his eye, and remind himself that he was not just CC-3636. He was Wolffe.
He would tell himself that this single truth could make him feel better.
But it didn’t.
It never did.
Because Wolffe held CC-3636’s memories in the marrow of his bones.
He held his pain in the palm of the hand that had pointed the blaster.
He held his fear in the mouth that had confirmed the order, despite everything inside him begging himself not to.
Wolffe was CC-3636. CC-3636 was Wolffe.
Once upon a time, General Plo had tried to tell him there was a difference.
But, late at night, in a small bunk on a planet he hated, Wolffe wondered if Plo had been right.
Or if, until the day he died, he’d think of himself first and foremost as CC-3636.
The good soldier who had followed orders.
And who had killed a part of himself in the process.
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burdenedjedi · 2 years
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Am I doing this right?... obviously this is my space husband.
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Tagging @rexxdjarin 😅
Space Husband 🥰
Really wish I could be writing more about the Space Husband and not having to do so much writing for my actual career. Anyway here's my favorite picture of Din right now to cheer myself up.
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Now you share a pic or gif of your favorite Space Husband with me
No pressure tags: @grogusmum @moonstrider9904 @acourtofsnakes @boomtowngirl @zinzinina @oonajaeadira @bobafetts-princess @mandos-cyarika @imabeautifulbutterfly @startrekkingaroundasgard @ladykatakuri @becks-things or anyone else who sees this and wants to play
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burdenedjedi · 2 years
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Eek!
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Walk Me Home
The sequel to No Strings Attached
✨ series taglist ✨ no strings attached ✨ read on ao3 ✨
Summary:
The Clone Wars are over. The Empire reigns. In the wake of betrayal and destruction, the galaxy isn't the only thing that's been torn apart. Two lovers grapple with their new lives, near-deaths, grief, loss, and tyranny, all while trying to find their way back to each other. One is on the run. The other is barely clinging to reality. Compared to life under the Empire, falling in love was the easy part. But this is not a story of falling in love. This is a story of being in love — and how far two people will go to defend it.
Series Tags/Warnings: slow burn, canon-typical violence, angst (like so much angst), hurt/comfort, post-Order 66, alcohol (and alcohol abuse), mentions of sexual assault and abuse, eventual sexual content.
Rating: Explicit (18+ only), although most chapters will fall under Mature.
Chapters:
Prologue (coming September 21st)
cover art by @purgetrooperfox beta and hype woman/hype bitch duties from both @spacerocksarethebestrocks and @baba-fett
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burdenedjedi · 2 years
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Because I keep seeing an influx of nonsensical gate-keeping claims that we Latine fans are against calling any Latine character in Star Wars “space Latino”/”Space Latine”/etc, I am going to make a separate post with a point I’ve already made:
Refering to Poe Dameron, Cassian Andor and Din Djarin* as “space latinos” or “space Latines” is not inherently fetishistic. THEY ARE SPACE LATINOS, and equating recognizing their cultural identity and their representation for Latine fans in Star Wars with fetishization and sexualization is extremely reductive. We Latine fans, whether Latine from the diaspora or Latin Americans, have longed for representation in Star Wars (particularly when so many elements of Star Wars themes resonate with our cultural traumas and history), we refer to these characters (and any other Latine characters in Star Wars) as space Latines proudly, we see ourselves in them.
It’s not our fault media (especially US media) has perpetuated stereotypes about Latine people directly connected with sexualization and fetishization.
Why should Latine characters in Star Wars not be referred as who they are and their identities respected, because people in fandom (no matter their background) won’t stop sexualising these characters and their actors? Why should Latine fans have the meaningful identity of these characters swept under the rug and ignored because people can’t stop seeing Latines as a sexual object?
The solution is that anyone who isn’t Latine stops sexualising, fetishizing these characters and actors, that people stop seeing them as sexual objects for their pleasure and fantasies, that people stop sexualizing their accents and first/native languages (Spanish in all of the above cases, but this also applies to Brazilian Portuguese), that people stop applying harmful stereotypes like the Latino Lover, the violent Latino macho, and the Angry/Fiery Latina to Latine characters in Star Wars (and any other media).
The fault lies with the people who are actively and unabashedly sexualising Latines, not with people recognizing they are Latine characters.
The problem here is the fact people who aren’t Latine keep sexualising Latine characters and their actors. Recognising these characters and actors are Latine is not part of their problem, accurately acknowleding their identity is not the problem. Fandom sexualising and fetishizing Latines is the problem.
[*I am mentioning these characters in particular because they are the most popular ones in fandom, but this applies to every single Latine character in Star Wars.]
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burdenedjedi · 2 years
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ok so. I've been thinking. what if leia's "thing" is that she's imperceptible in the force. like, she's so innately powerful at shielding, she's just not there. Anakin didn't know padme was having twins because he literally couldn't sense leia's presence. yoda and obi-wan were fine with bail taking leia because they couldn't perceive her thoughts, even as an infant. neither reva nor vader could penetrate her mind. she spent years in the senate alongside palpatine and he had no idea she was force sensitive. the only person who can see leia for who she really is is the one who has been there from the beginning — luke.
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burdenedjedi · 2 years
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TECH in The Bad Batch Season 2 Trailer
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burdenedjedi · 2 years
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Now i'm about to act up over my own art AWOOGA
Imperial!Tech commission for @thefactswerebees
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