Star Wars clone wars-era tumblr dashboard simulator! this meme format is so old sorryyyy
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hate hate HAAATE that holoblr is so core-centric and you’re expected to post in basic or people just comment asking you to translate. I should be able to post in shryiiwook.
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Hey, your choice of Shyriiwook as an “exotic” language to post in ties inherently into old colonialist views on Wookies and I need you to be aware of that, if it wasn’t intentional. Many people on the holonet these days…
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hi! op here. I’m a wookie.
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HELPPPPPP
#core holoblr users stop assuming everyone is human challenge
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ok but whys grandmaster yoda kinda… 🥵🥵
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Everybody on here claiming to be attracted to GILFs is lying except for this guy
#everyone unfollow me i wanna be alone with them
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some of the ppl posting on here against clone rights are so funny like do you have any idea how many clones are on holoblr?? have fun losing like all ur followers lmao
#what do u think we’re doing between deployments??? just standing around waiting to fight????? #clone rights #cloneblr
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I sure hope my pet piece of flimsi is doing well! good thing I left my apartment window open so he could get some fresh air while I was at work :)
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by the stars this can’t be happening
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#anyways vote vanilla extract for mand’alor it’s what jaster would’ve wanted #mandalore #mando discourse #<- for those of u who have it filtered
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anakin skywalker is 22??? he should be at da club….
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so was anyone gonna tell me they found out the chancellor is a sith or was I supposed to learn it from a CNL skit???
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posts that make you read op’s url
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#op if you go asking at enough temples eventually a sith might answer
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Star wars Characters and how they dance. According to my friend/Ex boyfriend.
So last night I had an ask from @t3mpest98 for Cody x oc: Aubrali that asked who the better dancer was. I showed it to Colt and got a hilarious tangent of information I wasn't prepared for. So I now give this to all of you. I will be using his exact words. Anything in " " is me.
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---Cody---
Cody (AKA Thunder Thighs) is the better dancer. "Elaborate?"
-sends gif- This is one dance Cody is good at. He can also dance like D-O-Double G. -sends another gif-
And then throw in a few Michael Jackson twirls and a kick for good measure.
---Rex---
I have a theory that Rex dances like Shepard.
---Fives---
Fives though, my guy Fives? He busts moves the likes of which has never been seen before.
---Echo---
Echo has three left feet, because he's worse than two. XD "Wait wait... before or after Skako Minor?" Both. I don't think Echo ever could dance period. You either get awkward duckling or falls flat on his chin.
---Obi-Wan---
Obi-Wan specializes in that dance where you hold the rose between your teeth, I can picture it vividly. "Tango?" yeah that!
---Anakin---
Anakin specializes at facepalming watching his master dance. And then promptly slides in and does the Hustle. -sends a gif-
---Mace Windu---
Master Windu only dances disco, period. Sometimes he likes to wear an afro wig and pretend he still has hair. XD "-wheezing at this visual-"
---Kit Fisto---
Is a master dancer, specifically ballet.
---Plo---
Plo dad dances.
---Yoda---
Yoda breakdances
---Dooku---
Dooku ballroom dances. He's all about footwork.
---Palpatine----
Palps Michael Jackson dances. XD I could just picture him moonwalking in the office. "I picture him moonwalking and tripping on his robes." And kicking with the "wrong leg" like Chris Tucker. XD
---Dogma---
"What about Dogma?" Dogma? Uuuuuh.... I think Dogma doesn't like dancing and glares when people suggest he does. XD
---Wrecker---
Wrecker is forbidden from dancing.
---Hunter----
"What about Hunter?" Hunter? Oh, he dances like Patrick Swayze. "-proceeds to lose my damn mind here-" -after much questions he clarifies and sends a gif-
He knows how to do raunchy and classy dancing basically lol "Duchii wants to know if you can see him doing the part on his knees cause and i quote Babe that is pristine dance moves!I" This part? -sends another gif-
"Yeah I think so been a long time since I watched this movie." Yeah I don't see why not XD
"Kenzie wants to know if this means he dances like elvis too?" Elvis the Pelvis? Mm….I don't quite see that. Swayze had traditional dancing teaching from his dancer mother. He choreographed that movie, I feel Hunter dances the more classy and sexy than the 'I'm just gonna shake my hips and pelvis and look like I'm having a stroke on stage'. And I love Elvis so it's not a dig. XD
---Crosshair---
If anybody dances like old Elvis the Pelvis, it's gotta be Crosshair when nobody's looking. And it's usually in his underwear like the Tom Cruise scene from Risky Business.
Just idk, let me show you what I pictured. XD
---Jango/Boba---
"Jango?" He and Boba both do tribal dancing.
---Fox---
"What about Fox?" -zero hesitation- The foxtrot. -sends a gif-
"-in tears and holding my sides as I was still dying from Hunter- Okay no no hold on you're implying this tired man has energy. This is Fox -sends a gif-"
XDD
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The First Step
Cid Fix-It Fic 1,298 Words Rated: E
We all watched Cid betray the Batch, exchanging them for a minor sum of credits. We never got a reason why. But now, we just might have one.
Related Tags: SFW, youngling safe, mentions of Order 66, Cid makes a new friend, Ganodi finds a new ally. Our favorite Batch make an appearance.
Tag List: @skellymom, @darkangel4121, @astrovoidy, @ahsomega,
I added those who reblogged it, or commented in general, just in case.
A03 coming soon.
No beta, not peer reviewed, we die like Cid's character arc.
Fic under the cut.
Ord Mantel was unseasonably hot. The air refused to move, fans straining to push a breeze through the hole in the wall establishment. Further inside was the back room. Crates stacked haphazardly in corners, goods of varying value scattered around the room, tacking away at her console, Cid paused to place a cooling pack on the back of her neck.
She heard the silent patter of a single set of footsteps, rushing to the doorframe, just out of sight. There she is. The trandoshan thought. She was expecting a special delivery today.
“You don’t need to hide from me.” She said, very matter of fact.
The little Rhodian stepped into view.
“Close the door for me, will ya? Letting the cold out.” A joke on her end, only to be met with silence and followed instructions.
Now they were alone.
“Ganodi…right?” Cid leaned over her keys to gaze at the Rodian girl on the other side of her desk. “You don’t have to stand so far away, come closer.”
The youngling, Padawan Ganodi, carefully eased around the Trandoshan’s desk, still giving Cid a wide breadth. Her back brushed against one of the many shelves that adorned the walls, giving the office a cozy, but cluttered feeling.
Relenting, Cid slid off her chair and approached the child, claws reaching out, offering a gentle hand, “I don’t bite. Unless you bite first, then all bets are off.”
Ganodi let out a tiny laugh. Good, Cid thought, now to business.
“Did you know your clan before you were taken into the Order?” she asked, guiding Ganodi back to her desk. Fetching her walking stick, Cid made her way to a nearby crate, carrying it to her workstation and setting it beside her, a makeshift seat.
Ganodi, following the social que, sat down on the crate as Cid returned to her place at her desk. “No.” The youngling said, attempting to mask the sadness in her throat. In truth, she felt embarrassed that she came to Cid without more information to go on.
“Hmm…” Her long claw tapped on the desk, the rhythm giving her a steady pace to think, slowly churning the various name prompts through her mind. Glancing at Ganodi, she took another look at her client. “What is your favorite…flower?”
She paused, almost hearing the gardens of the Jedi temple. “The blossoms on the Uneti tree. I loved sitting beneath that it in my spare time.”
Cid nodded, entering new information into the worn-out program. Before there was a war, when all anyone needed to run from was the Hutt cartel, maybe the Pykes or the Black Sun, this software was the standard. In truth, as long as you didn’t meddle in their issues, got too self-righteous without the muscle or power to back it up, there was not a time you would need to change your identity. She had never needed to hide children before. Cid got up from the table again, taking a data disk from the shelf behind her.
She inserted the data disk, uploading Ganodi’s new life into being. Sadly, it wasn’t enough to take as long. In fact, it was a matter of minutes. Upon hearing the machine chime, she reached over and retrieved the disk.
She placed a gentle claw on Ganodi’s shoulder, walking her into the parlor.
“Your name is Uneti Intoh. You are returning to your uncle in Mos Espa, Artem Chand, he runs a small star ship repair business and is a good guy. He and his wife, Meetra, took you in after your father died when the Separatists bombed the central power grid on Coruscant. They will be waiting for your transport to arrive tomorrow morning. There you can get some use out of your other skills, make some money, and start a new life.” She gave the Rodian girl her data disk with a gentle smile, “and here, decrypted credits.” The old Trandoshan slipped a number of credits into the child’s other hand, “for the ride to your new home.”
Uneti looked at the objects in her hands, the realization dawning on her that this was it. She had kept her kyber crystal but disposed of her lightsaber. Her robes exchanged for tattered civilian clothing. And now…her name…her life.
“I’m scared.” She managed to whisper.
Cid scanned the room. The only two who were present were her drunken regulars, too enraptured in their nineth round to notice. She reached her arms around the child and pulled her into a reassuring embrace. “I know kiddo. You’ll be okay. I know Artem. He’s a good guy, which is unheard of in this part of the galaxy.” She looked into Uneti’s starlight eyes, “now is the worst time to be kind. Keep your head down, and don’t be a hero. Okay, kid?”
The youngling nodded, taking a deep breath and turning to the entrance, only to freeze at the sight of mercenaries that thundered into the bar. Five of them, four of the five completely overshadowed by the behemoth of a humanoid who ducked under the doorframe. They sauntered to their various spots, creatures of habit, Uneti deduced.
“Ah, just the people I wanted to see.” She pointed to the child and the cyborg. “Tiny, Killjoy, I got a job for you. Uneti here needs to get to her ship headed to Mos Espa. Just want to make sure she makes it on board. Think you can manage?”
“That it?” Asked the cyborg, scomp on the counter.
Uneti froze. That voice. She heard that voice in her nightmares, ducking behind Cid as Tiny approached her. A little blonde girl, no younger than Uneti.
“I’m Omega.” She spoke like them, the clones. Definitely more pinched in the vowels and brighter in her tone.
“I’m…Uneti.” The Rhodian reached out and took Omega’s hand.
Their grips clasped together. “What’s in Mos Espa for you?” the girl asked, excitedly dragging Uneti to the entrance and into the street, her voice fading into the distance. “I’ve never been but I hope to visit someday.”
Watching the two girls leave, Cid approached the cyborg. “Echo,” his name sounded so strange from her lips, earnest and stern, “you make sure she gets where she needs to go.”
“Yes ma’am.” He answered, blunt as always.
Echo was her best bet, Muscles was too big, Bandana had a giant tattoo on his face, and Goggles looked like a bug in his helmet. Echo could pass for a droid. And could step in if something went wrong.
This base would not last long. Especially now that she had rogue clones working for her. She knew she would need to drop them like hot rocks and soon. Though it hurt to think of losing Omega by cutting them loose, she knew it would be for the best. If they stayed indefinitely, her operation would be in jeopardy. With the number of rogue clones that the Batch brought with them like stray tookas, the threat was coming sooner rather than later. When that time comes, Cid would keep them as far away as she could until Phee could step in.
Above all, there was nothing more important than her operation. For the sake of the council, the future, and the Force.
Cid wondered if Echo could feel it, how important this little errand was, if it was part of the clone’s programing to protect Jedi younglings. But that was unlikely, based on the things those surviving younglings said.
Her thoughts returned to Uneti and Omega as Echo joined them in the street. Pitying the anxiety Uneti was swimming in, Cid put her trust in Omega. She always would.
Good Luck, kid.
Thank you for reading. I might add more younglings she helps later on if this gets enough traction.
Justice for Cid.
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