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everything is fine.

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As usual.

(If you have any adidas for strips with clones feel free to share.))

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do you ever think about how rex's face helped gregor remember who he was

and rex's face was also the last thing he ever saw

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happy Take His Shirt Off Tuesday guys

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HEY I LOVE YOU and now I need to re read the age of sail asap. oh the feels

im sick of codywan au’s where cody is the pirate or some other type of rapscallion… give me pirate with a strict moral code obi wan and cody the naval commander captain who offers himself up as a hostage

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can anyone help me find the "Han Solo accidentally becomes emperor" thread from someone misreading a line about the real life Han Dynasty? the one that inspired this, but the link from there stopped working

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Thinking way too much about the Star Wars characters in the 70s. Daughter of a senator and war protester Leia Organa, arrested at latest anti war rally. Luckily she’s sprung from jail by some short blonde guy in short shorts and an insufferable scoundrel who makes their getaway in his shitty van.

Thinking more about this, palpatine would just be Richard Nixon and that’s hilarious

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Cody! Did something different..

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a city sorrow built

codywan week 2024 sol master list (solsterlist)

@codywanweek 2024 day 5 prompts, sol edition: original Kenobi series script, hurt/comfort, only one bed

notes: this fic is paying homage to the fact that if u listen to all six hours of the national's six-hour performance "a lot of sorrow" wherein they play their song "sorrow" for six hours (99 renditions of sorrow) it changes you fundamentally as a person. at least a little. it IS six hours. but it is six hours well spent. imo. this may shock and bemuse you but the title of this one is taken from sorrow by the national

wc: 1,663

cross-posted to ao3

Just as the second sun started to fall below the horizon, the sound of Cody swearing drew Ben into the bunker and out of the sun, wiping sweat off his face and onto the shoulder of his robe. His—Cody was kicking at what remained of his cot frame, bedding all balled up and tossed to the side.

Right. It was almost time for bed, then, wasn’t it?

Cody dragged both hands down his face and then over his curls, glaring down at the remains of his cot as if he could set it ablaze with his eyes.

“Trouble?” Ben asked, closing the door behind him and starting to shake the dust and sand out of his robes. There was no escaping it completely, not this far out into the dunes, but they did what they could.

“Damn thing finally gave out,” Cody grunted, seeming to deflate in resignation. He gestured to his bedding, then shrugged. “S’alright. I’ve slept in worse places.”

“You are not,” Ben said sharply, already teasing out what Cody was saying, “sleeping on the floor. I have a perfectly serviceable bed that will fit the both of us.” Probably.

“It couldn’t—”

“Cody.” Ben propped his hands on his hips and tried not to feel too much like a grumpy old man. He hadn’t even hit his mid-forties yet, for fuck’s sake. “Far be it from me to question a man’s habits in bed, but it is a little odd that you will only deign to sleep in my bed with me after we fuck, and then only for a few hours. It isn’t about the space; that damn cot could barely fit you in the first place. If you truly don’t want me to touch you while you sleep, we have enough blankets to sufficiently cocoon ourselves and happily suffocate to death in the night. But you cannot tell me that sleeping on the floor will be that much more preferable than sleeping in a bed. With me.”

Cody winced. Ah, it was that last part, then. Ben swallowed a sharp, acrid taste at the back of his throat and ran a hand through his hair, sighing.

“It’s not that I don’t want you to touch me.” Cody’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, the shadow of salt and pepper stubble all the more apparent as he finally turned to face Ben. “And it’s not that I don’t want to sleep with you. In the same bed.”

“Then—” Ben gestured at the sad, broken remains of Cody’s cot, words all tying themselves in knots. Tatooine had scoured off parts of him in more ways than one.

“My job is to protect you.” Cody sighed and started piling his bedding into his arms, sheets and thin pillow and even thinner blanket. He stared over his shoulder at Ben, something bitterly resigned on his face, lining the deep furrow of his brow. “And I… still don’t trust myself.” He touched his brow with two fingers, and Ben had to turn away from the raw pain on Cody’s face. “I can’t.”

“Just for one night,” Ben whispered. “We can fix your cot tomorrow morning. Just this night.”

For a long moment, the only sound between them was the rustle of the wind outside and the hum of the vaporators.

“Just this night,” Cody echoed.

Ben got himself ready for bed in silence, gnawing on the inside of his lip until the sharp tang of copper broke him out of his thoughts. He cleaned his teeth. He took a hasty sonic, banging his head into the wall as he tried to scrub the sand out from between his toes and behind his ears. His hair was a lost cause; no matter. That was a problem for the Ben of tomorrow morning. He shed his robes and shirt and changed into a pair of loose, threadbare pants, sighing in relief at the whisper of the night’s cool air across his skin. It never truly got cold, out here—they cycled back around to the brief monsoon season, yes, but even at the seasons’ coldest, it never became biting like it might on other planets. But when the suns slipped below the horizon, and the sands outside cooled and creatures came out to hunt and play and fight over territory, it was almost a pleasant temperature—if one was willing to shed a few layers, that is.

Cody was already in Ben’s bed when he came into the sleeping alcove off the side of the main room. He had his back to the wall, for old soldiers’ habits died hard, and mouth pressed into a tense line.

“I’d say I won’t bite, but…” Ben let himself trail off, then grimaced when Cody only gave him a flat stare. Ah, he couldn’t win them all. He slid into bed and pulled the blanket over him halfheartedly. It wouldn’t really get cold enough to warrant a covering until much later in the night, even as thin as they were. “It’s alright, Cody. I’m alright. The night will pass.” And you can go back to your cot, Ben didn’t say, the sharp ache still in his chest only building and building. And you can leave me here.  

Cody’s face tightened for a moment as his eyes dropped to Ben’s chest, then widened. It took Ben a moment to realize what Cody was looking at, but by then the damage had already been done.

The shot that had “killed” General Obi-Wan Kenobi of the GAR had not hit him. Boga, in all her animal cunning and might and her silver-bright affection for the Jedi that snuck her treats past her dinnertime and brushed out her crest while crooning old creche lullabies to her, had turned at the last second and taken the artillery blast meant for Obi-Wan Kenobi. But the fall into the teeming blue waters on Utapau had left its marks on Ben, both visible and invisible. It was good that he was on an arid planet, now; his knee couldn’t stand the damp and cold. His ribs would never quite be as sturdy as they had once been. And a rock lurking below the surface of the water had gouged open his chest, leaving a shallow but long scar. The blood that had laced the water after from both Obi-Wan Kenobi and Boga had cinched the confirmation of his death, even without a body to recover.

Ben put a hand over his collarbone, only realizing too late how futile it would be. Cody had already seen. And the scar was much too big for him to cover, anyway.

Cody’s eyes flicked across Ben’s face, piercing in their intensity. The lines at the corners of his mouth were heavy and stark, carved into his face as if by a too-sharp chisel. There was more gray in his hair, now; more than there had been just a few weeks ago, even if Ben knew his own recollection of time was yet rather hazy, and most definitely more than had been there at the end of the war.

“I did this to you,” Cody whispered. He touched the tips of his fingers to the jagged, ropy scar struck across Ben’s sternum. It wasn’t the only scar there, but it was certainly the most violent-looking. Cody’s lips trembled, and Ben had to close his eyes and turn his head away, a familiar ache tangling up in his throat and chest. “I did this.”

“Sidious did this.” Ben shifted his hand to lay over Cody’s, then to lace their fingers together just over his heart. Cody’s hand was rough and warm; Ben could only barely feel the kick of his pulse just above the meat of his thumb. The weight and feel eased some jagged feeling Ben hadn’t even noticed until it subsided, like the tide sighing away from shore. “And you—you helped me to survive it. Cody. I never could have survived the war without you, my Commander.”

“I’d thought you were lost forever.” Cody let out a shuddering breath and rested his forehead against Ben’s throat, shoulders shaking under Ben’s free hand as he rubbed soothing circles into Cody’s back. He wasn’t the only one that had gained new scars, new aches. “Worse, it was me that—I—and I couldn’t—even get free—couldn’t even fight it, but it was my—”

“I know,” Ben murmured. He drew Cody closer, somehow, and pressed his lips to Cody’s temple. The last four years had been the worst kind of dream for Cody; the kind he couldn’t fight, couldn’t escape, the kind that turned out to be true when he finally woke from it. It made Ben ache just to think about it. And he felt like the worst kind of coward, to close his eyes and turn away from the raw pain and fear on Cody’s face when he woke from his nightmares of being under the chip’s control. His own memories become ghosts to haunt him, day and night. He’d thought Anakin had broken all there was to break in him—and then Cody had turned up out of nowhere, knife to Ben’s throat, telling him that he had to be more careful, what the hell was he doing without checking his six like that—and Ben had realized, all at once and terrifyingly, that this hadn’t been true. There was still something fragile to Ben’s heart, after all, and it was Cody who held it in his hands.

“You still have me,” Ben said at last, when Cody lay still and the harsh, racking breaths that had rocked his shoulders had, for the most part, quieted. “You never lost me, Cody. And I won’t let you lose yourself again, either.”

Cody’s hand clenched over Ben’s heart, the side of his thumb sweeping a broad stroke over the arch of his clavicle. “I know,” he rasped. “And you have me.”

In the end, that was all Ben could hope for.

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Wash off the Shame, Commander

Seen first on Patreon!

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Obi-Wan: Guess what your battelion did again

Obi-Wan: Two man injured after fist fighting batteldriods again

Cody: Do you ever realise that its always MY battelion when they punch droids and never YOURS when they do something reckless ?

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(2020-21) modern au

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Obi-Wan and Quinlan's friendship appreciation post

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happy 20th anniversary to revenge of the sith!

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Order 66 AU where Palpatine made one (1) fatal mistake and that was putting the Jedi into the military to whittle them down before his big damn triumph. You know. Like canon. Except that friendship is magic and love overcomes all odds and the Jedi have been right down there in the trenches saving clones, sharing their joys and griefs, and dying for them, while what's Palpatine and the Senate done for them lately, hm?

Palpatine: Execute Order 66!

Cody: . . . Yes my lord.

Cody: Welp guess we're Separatists.

Obi-Wan: We're what.

Cody: I presume you'll be taking control of the droid armies now?

Obi-Wan: What.

Cody: Or is the plan for Generals Windu or Yoda to handle that?

Obi-Wan: ... what....

Cody: Gotta say, sir, you should've done this years ago. The infiltration plot didn't need to go this long.

Obi-Wan: Infil--?

Cody: At least the rest of the war should take about a week without having to answer to the Republic's politicians.

Obi-Wan: . . . Hello, Force? It's me, Obi-Wan. I have a few questions...

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Week 25 - September 17th, 2023 'Dangerous (feat. Joywave) - Oliver Remix' - Big Data, Joywave, Oliver Spotify / YouTube

Sir.

Because this man’s soft exterior is a front. A smart one, because it encourages peace and a personality you can talk to. Soft and open, patient and kind.

But threaten those same qualities and he will not show up with any of them. 

Enjoy!

View a week early on my Patreon!

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Cardboard box > whatever was inside

inspired by @bookishbrigitta ’s addition to my ikea post