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It takes a little getting used to for Rex in the in-between years (on the run from the empire)

kinda a follow up to this

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New Mirialan just dropped in Star Wars: Visions. This one’s purple.

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In honor of a bunch of Nazi Terfs swarming my post about lesbianism that specifically told them they're not welcome in my space, and because I'm watching a video on the Alt-Right Pipeline in Pagan Communities, I've decided to share some of my favorite Anti-Racism and Trans Inclusive YouTubers and Tumblr blogs for fellow witches and pagans because fuck the bigots

Warrior Witch Nike is a Youtuber who actually inspired me to make this list on the first place. As you can hopefully see, she has a fantastic video about the Alt-Right pipeline problem in paganism, as well as other great videos on racist books on Heathenry and other important topics. She's openly a heathen but stands up against the racist, Alt-right ideals that are far too common in our community. Highly recommend

Not only is The Norse Witch a Norse pagan who actively stands up and speaks out against racism in the heathen community, but she also has a fantastic video on using your menstrual cycle in magic that is very trans inclusive and Anti-Terf. She uses language like "people who menstruate" instead of just "women", which makes her a fantastic place to go if you're seeking more trans inclusive, non-racist ideas for your own personal practice

Probably the GOAT in terms of actively fighting against racism and bigotry in the heathen community, Wolf the Red is fantastic and he's very plain about his views on how these things should not be tolerated and states them right in his description on YouTube. One of the best and also a fantastic example of how to establish a good, wholesome and inclusive pagan community irl that doesn't tolerate folkist nonsense.

A close friend of Wolf the Red, Ocean Keltoi not only makes fantastic fact-based videos on heathen mythology and the pitfalls on monotheism, but he too stands up wonderfully against Alt-right ideals. He has two great videos dissecting a terrible other Norse Pagan YouTubers, Wisdom of Odin (who you should avoid at all costs, he's basically a cult leader at this point), and he advocates for justice, inclusivity and and rational interpretation of pagan myths. A truly fantastic resource.

Not only is Chaotic Witch Aunt not cisgender (they're either nonbinary or genderfluid, I can't quite remember) but they have also put out fantastic videos on working with ancestors while also fighting against bigotry. They are an Italian Folk Witch, and have a great video on "Bad" ancestors, or basically how to deal with bigoted and otherwise terrible people in your ancestral line while doing spirit work. Absolutely fantastic and also really funny

@lokavisi Is a fantastic resource for inclusive heathenry and I highly recommend their blog. You can find so many good resources, ideas and posts on there for how we can make the pagan and occult space more inclusive for all, and I just really love their work. Highly recommend

@samwisethewitch is also a fantastic place to go for inclusive heathenry and Anti-Terf resources. Again, their blog is a great jumping off point for finding reliable, non-bigoted resources and also their own posts are informative, well-researched and legitimate. I also highly recommend their book "Witchcraft for Everyone", it was one of the first books on witchcraft I ever got and it really helped me evolve my practice in a healthy, inclusive way.

There are absolutely more that I can't think of right now, but rest assured that there are good, inclusive, non-bigoted people in this community that you can find and learn from. We should never tolerate any bigotry in any community, so share your story and stand up for your fellow man whenever possible! And above all, stay safe and have a fantastic day :)

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a shortcut through the swamp

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To anyone who believes fairy tale romances never happen in real life, may I remind you that JRR and Edith Tolkien met and experienced a forbidden love in their youth, and then were separated for five whole years because of his guardian’s rules that he could not date till he was 21, and she got engaged to someone else only because she assumed he’d forgotten her and lost hope that she could ever be with him, but then on his 21st birthday, he wrote her a letter saying he still loved her and wanted to marry her, she responded basically saying ‘if I’d known you hadn’t left me on the shelf, I would never have said yes to anyone else,’ then a week later she greeted him at the train station and then immediately dumped her fiancé, and they got married and she converted to his religion and danced for him in a flowering field far away from the trenches into which he was drafted, which left such an impression that he crafted an entire story about the most beautiful maiden in the world who danced in the woods and made enormous sacrifices to be with the man she loved, and they had four kids and remained faithful to each other and blissfully grew old together and their gravestones are now marked with the names of that same fictional couple that he created, who broke every rule and overcame every possible obstacle to be together and get a happy ending, who only did all that because he based it all on their own real love story.

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birds of paradise

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moonlight devotions / crosshair x gn!reader

pairing: crosshair x gn!reader (no y/n). reader has a nickname.

description: you ask crosshair if he would still love you if you were a worm. he gives you his answer.

word count: 1,319

warnings: none. just fluff.

i have requests to do but this popped into my head while i was trying to sleep and i had to get it out first. this was fun to write! hope you enjoy <3

also posted this on ao3. feedback is welcomed, reblogs are appreciated <3

Moonlight streamed into the room, illuminating a path from the window to the bed, stretching across the bed sheets and Crosshair’s bare chest. It was a regular warm night on Pabu, but there was a sporadic cool breeze coming off the ocean that billowed the thin curtains. It wasn’t strong enough to reach the bed you both lay in, but it cooled the room slightly, pushing you up against Crosshair’s side – not that either of you complained at the closeness.

The lantern on your bedside table was barely lit, slowly dimming throughout the night as you whispered and spoke lowly to each other about anything and everything, even though there was no one else to risk waking in your shared bungalow. You had been talking for hours, too wired up to sleep straight away after a late dinner with his brothers and sister.

Now, you were in a lull of conversation, the only sound between you was your breathing. Crosshair’s arm encircled your frame in this position, holding you to his side, his thumb rubbing your arm softly. You had hooked one of your legs over his and drew patterns into the soft brown skin of his ribs with the tip of your finger, which broke out in prickles at your touch. You suppressed a yawn and angled your head up at him from the crook of his arm, studying his features. He stared up at the ceiling, breathing deeply and evenly. His skin had tanned even more in the Pabu sun, and the crease between his brows was a little less prominent. You loved him like this. You knew he liked being like this too, even if he never expressed it in words.

“Cross?” you asked, flattening your hand against his solid stomach.

“Hmm?” he hummed, his hand squeezing your arm briefly.

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

You delighted in the way his face creased in confusion. He looked down at you. “What?” he questioned, the word forming slowly.

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?” you repeated, lips itching to smile at him.

He looked at you, gears turning in his head as he processed your words. “Why would you be a worm?”

You turned in his grasp, so you lay on your stomach, his hand gently falling to your waist as he adjusted to look at you, the moonlight softening his face.

“Maybe there was a…sorceress who was jealous of your affection for me…and was so mad that she decided to curse me to being a worm forever,” you tried to keep a neutral expression, biting the inside of your mouth to stop it from curling in amusement.

Crosshair’s brow raised, his hand absentmindedly moving back and forth across your waist. “A sorceress?”

“Yes.”

Crosshair hummed before he thought for a moment. “Is it just you that’s a worm? Not me?”

“Just me.”

Crosshair hummed again. His hand still moving slowly, this time his fingers tracing circles on the small of your back, as he considered the question. “I guess.”

You gaped at him. “You guess?”

He raised a brow at you, lips quirking in an amused smirk. “Do you want me to say no?”

“No,” you poked him hard. “I want you to be more certain!”

Crosshair chuckled, his fingers still dancing over your skin. “Why do you want to know so bad, ka’tra?”

“Why are you avoiding the question?” you huffed.

Crosshair gave a rare grin, stretching his face. “I’m not.” You rolled your eyes. “Why are you asking me?” he asked, gently touching under your chin with his free hand.

You shrugged. “I would still love you. I’d make you a little house. Maybe even a little hat.”

Crosshair let out a breathy but confused laugh. “A hat?”

“You don’t want a worm hat?” you grinned.

“What do I need a hat for?”

“Why not?”

“Well, for one thing, worms don’t even have eyes.”

“You can still have a hat.”

Crosshair sighed, shaking his head, still smiling. “If you were a worm, would you be able to talk?”

“No, I’m a worm.”

Crosshair tapped his lips as if in thought. “Hmm…so it would be a lot quieter then…”

You laughed, shoving him playfully, though not hard enough for him to budge even an inch. He laughed warmly as he pulled you closer with both arms around you this time.

“I would still love you if you were a worm, ka’tra. Keep you in my pocket. Take you around. Make sure no one stepped on you or used you for fish bait,” he told you, burying his head in the crook of your neck, kissing you gently there.

“Such a romantic.”

Crosshair laughed along with you, his breath tickling you as the gravelly sound filled the room and rumbled in his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and shifted you both, so he was on his back with you on top of him, chest to chest. You placed your head down on him, your ear above his heart. It beat steadily in there, as it should. It was a rhythm that comforted you beyond words. He ran one hand up and down your back, the ministration soothing you enough for your eyes to begin to get heavy and for your breathing to match his. You were on the fringes of sleep when you heard him a moment or several later.

“I would try and find a way to break the curse though,” he told you, his voice almost a whisper, his gaze stuck on the ceiling again. You lifted your head to look at him, chin resting on his sternum. You were a little surprised at his declaration, and yet…not at all. He was just like that – devoted, even in hypothetical and impossible scenarios.

You smiled softly at him, touched. “You would?”

Crosshair met your eyes, his hands slowing to a stop. “I’d miss your voice…and this,” his hands stopped and wrapped around you, so he held you tight against his body. “I’d miss holding you…having you close.”

You smiled and sat up, his arms sliding against your sides as you moved to straddle him. “You could hold me in your palm if I was a worm.” You grabbed his hand and circled his palm with your finger, then kissed it.

Crosshair shook his head. “Wouldn’t be the same…” he sat up, that same hand reaching up to cup your face, thumb tracing your cheekbone. You gazed at him, the side of his face lit by the moon, the soft brown of his eyes full of something he only ever let you see. You could count the lines on his face that had appeared from the Pabu sun and see the inconsistencies in the lines of his tattoo, where the ink had bled into the texture of his skin. Words couldn’t express the ways in which you loved him.

 His hands fell to your hips as he leaned in to capture your lips in his, kissing you sweetly but not without the searing heat that all his kisses held. With your arms wrapped around his neck, he drew you closer and you rocked yourself forward, moaning softly into his mouth as you pressed your heart into his as if they could be physically fused together. His grip on your hips tightened before he slowly pulled away, kissing down your jaw to behind your ear.

“Couldn’t do that either,” he whispered in your ear, making you shiver.

“Good thing you’re going to break the curse.”

He pressed one more kiss on your temple. “If it’s the last thing I do.”

He laid back down, pulling you with him. Tiredness suddenly seeped into your body, and you looked to see the lantern was now completely out. You sighed as you lay against his chest, letting your heavy eyelids close as Crosshair’s hand moved slowly up and down your back just as it did before, soothing you to sleep.

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mando'a / ka'tra = night sky thank you for reading! <3 hope you enjoyed this little bit of fluff! i'm on a mission to write as much soft crosshair as i can. wanted to get this out before i finished off the gen requests that have been patiently waiting to be completed. once i finish those requests, i have a few other fic ideas stuffed in my brain so stay tuned :')

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This is literally my favorite Echo fic

This is kind of a late request for your milestone follower event, Congratulations btw, you deserve it!! I was gonna send one earlier but I've been very busy this week and I didn't have the time. Anyway could you maybe do fem reader x Echo with the scenario plot of soothing them after having a nightmare. I kind of picture it with Echo having a nightmare from Skako Minor and the reader tries to calm him down, but you can write it however you want! Congrats again on your follower milestone!!

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Author's Note: Welcome to the party dear, and thank you!! Oh my goodness this is so cute and sad;; I really love fics that give Echo the love he deserves, both pre and post Skako minor. Like just let me give this man a fucking hug, y'all.

Relationships: TBB!Echo/Gn!Reader

Warnings: Cuddling, Nightmares, Post Order-66

Normally, the Marauder is what you would consider somewhat quiet. Other than the sound of the ship's life support systems and engines humming, Wrecker snoring, Tech rolling around in his bunk; Or Omega fiddling with something when she should be asleep. Usually Hunter scolds her once he hears, but now she's asleep for real this time.

You and Hunter had swapped spots not a long while ago, him taking watch in the cockpit while you travel through hyperspace. You've been drifting close to sleep ever since, head smushed into the pillow as you listen to the Marauder's unique lullaby. Sometimes it's ungodly annoying, other times you can't sleep without it.

Something does end up waking you up fully however, at least enough so to notice the soft 'creakkkk' of metal adjusting, and the rustling of fabric somewhere close by the bunk you're in.

You rise up into a sitting position and look around, trying to see if the source is easily visible. By doing so you notice that Echo is awake; Sitting on the edge of his bunk slouched over. His elbows are pressed into his thighs, and he seems to be just looking off into space at nothing in particular.

At first you assume he's just letting his legs stretch, or perhaps he's going to get up and take a walk around as he does sometimes; Maybe get something to drink. So satisfied you figured it out you lay back down and close your eyes, attempting to get a small bit more shuteye. But you don't fall asleep right away, and when you open your eyes again, you notice he's still sitting in the same spot.

Sitting up again you throw your legs over the side and quietly put them to the floor, taking a few steps forward before you're standing partly in front of Echo.

"Hey," You quietly say, watching as he looks up at you seeming almost surprised. Was he really so deep in thought that he hadn't heard you?

"Hey yourself. Shouldn't you be asleep?" The smile you give him is small, but there none the less.

"I could say the same to you. Something up?" Your eyebrows raise before you glance down towards his thighs. "Legs hurt?" You know he has trouble with them sometimes- the aches or sharp pains, phantom limbs- even if he tries to be quiet about it.

"No, it's not that." He rubs the spot just underneath the back of his jaw.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." He shakes his head, removing the hand from his neck.

"No, it's not that I don't want to tell you." The lights in the Marauder are dimmed down, leaving some of the lit controls and the safety lights lining the floor the main source of light. They shine against his features, lighting his soft amber eyes just enough that you can see them glance away from you for a moment.

"It's just-" He stops, trying to figure out a way to word his thoughts.

"I can't sleep. Anytime I close my eyes I'm, back there."

Oh. He's been having nightmares. You know enough about Skako Minor to be completely understanding of the fact. It's just to hear that they're still plaguing him...

You take a seat on the edge of the bunk beside him, a small amount of space between both of your arms. You don't want to push yourself onto him, and make if feel like he has to accept your help or else you'll be upset, but you also just want him to know you're here- if he needs it. That you'll always be here for him.

Echo is... It's very clear that you two are more than friends. You don't know when the feelings between the two of you changed, but they have- and you two have just gone with the flow ever since. So you want to help him, in any way you can. Seeing him like this makes your heart ache.

"Would me staying here with you help? So you're not alone?" Echo contemplates for a moment.

"I," It seems like he wants to refuse, but his actual need overrides his want to not be obtrusive. "Yes, please." His voice is raspy and tired. He's probably not gotten any sleep in a few days now, if it's this obvious.

You wait for him to lay back down first, before doing the same right in front of him. Echo now has his back against the wall, with his chest pressing against your own back, but only just barely. When he feels your leg bump into one of his own and move it slightly, he shifts it away.

He's laying down technically, but he feels stiff as a board. Like he doesn't want to pass some sort of boundary. There is no way he's going to sleep comfortably like this. Flipping over to be chest to chest with him he looks at you confused, but before he can say anything, you shuffle upward until his head is about level with your collarbone, pulling him closer so you can wrap an arm around his shoulders.

It's an almost instant difference; As he slips an arm over your waist to hold you closer. Your legs tangle together, and Echo absolutely melts in the feeling of just being held. He feels your hand on the back of his neck, and within a few minutes, he's finally asleep.

It's after a few hours of the lights being dimmed in the ship, in an attempt to make sleep even just that little bit easier, that Hunter decides to wake everyone up. He's been watching the ship for the past hour or two, so he'd gotten his needed rest not too long ago.

Getting up from the pilot's seat with a quiet grunt he rubs the back of his head, walking towards the back of the ship. Tech is technically awake, though still sitting in his bunk working on something he can't quite see from this angle. Tech often refuses to move location once he starts something and so he ends up rooted in weird places for long portions of time. Wrecker and Omega are still asleep, however.

Hunter takes one look around and notices that you're still asleep as well, but Echo isn't in anywhere to be seen.

Or at least he thinks- until he looks a little closer and just barely sees the top of his head poking out from the edge of the thin blanket, his face at level with your chest. The two of you are still out cold, and knowing Echo has trouble with such things, he decides to not wake you both up for the time being.

Walking over to Wrecker he jostles him away, only to get told off.

"Hey! What's the big-" Hunter shushes him near instantly.

"Quiet," He points over to the both of you. "They're still sleeping." Wrecker gets up and curiously peers his head at the two of you, barely noticing Echo in the same way Hunter had. Wrecker however is significantly more happy about it, trying not to laugh.

He's happy Echo's found a comfortable place with you, even if in his excitement he almost ruins it. He knows that Echo has troubles sometimes, even if he doesn't always admit them.

"Go get Omega. I'll get some rations out and make sure we're still on track." Wrecker nods, and starts to quietly make his way towards the gun nest, while Hunter turns to walk towards the cockpit.

Before either of them make it too far however, Tech's tools suddenly slip off his lap and clatter all over the floor, waking even the dead themselves. He peers over the edge of the bunk looking at them, current project still in his lap.

"Tech!" Hunter yells, watching him slide off the bunk to pick them up. Meanwhile your eyes are wide, startled awake from the noise. Echo was as well, though he has to push the blanket further down in order to see what's happened over your ribcage and arm.

"There is no need to yell, I am already picking them-" Tech takes a look to his right, and notices Echo's location.

"Oh, there you are. I was wondering where you were. Do you mind helping me calibrate something?" Echo's blurry, sleepy eyes stare at Tech, his mouth slightly agape as he smacks his sleep dried lips.

"What? No..." Tech finishes picking up his things. "Ah, well then." He voices his subtle irritation, while Hunter just rubs his brow.

Echo suddenly grabs the edge of the blanket and tugs it harshly upward, pulling it completely over the two of you and laying back down. He feels your arms wrap around his shoulders again as he presses his face to your sternum, listening to your heartbeat and ignoring Tech's attempts to rope in another helper as he goes right back to sleep.

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“why are you smiling so much captain”

“i have so much fucking blackmail on the commanders, general”

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HERE COMES REX WITH THE METAL CHAIR OHHHH

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they left.

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they lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship

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i wonder if the shows ever gonna acknowledge how many clones the batch have just straight up murdered, especially echo whos always the most keen on saving his brothers

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finally finished echo !! i didnt rlly plan for him to come out looking like an 80s anime protag but i dig the look tbh

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broken nose