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Hold on... why am I seeing SO MANY incredibly rude or downright evil anons lately?!?!?!?!

Like, the whole purpose of anons is to ask fun questions, confess weird things etc. most definitely NOT to send death treats, rude comments, talking about people's trauma like there's no concequences?

Babe no, that's not how life works. Just because you are anonymous, does not give you immunity to do or say whatever you want.

Since when did kindness and empathy become such a rarity?

Since when did it become such normality so be such horrible people towards one another?

We need to DO BETTER!

And to all the "lovely" anons, I've seen recently: Seriously grow the fuck up and learn some manners. There's no reason for any of you to be so cruel and rude. if you have nothing kind to say then say nothing at all!

And to all those I've seen being affected by this: I'm so sorry that people are so shitty! I am sending love to all of you <3

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I am so sorry for the people affected by this! Please read this through and report/block lanaclarke because what they have done is beyond horrible! Sending MUCH love to all the gorgeous writers 💖💖💖💖💖

addressing @lanaclarke’s insane post.

first and foremost DO NOT READ IT! it contains private information shared by members of the network. All the information shared was between friends and people who have trust and love for each other.

“lana” claimed we kicked her before asking about the pictures. let me give you some context for that one. she said they were posted on her pinterest. mind you, this person said her name was lana. the pictures one of our members stumbled upon on pinterest were posted by a girl named anna and linked to her instagram. which stated she was 20. and i’m sorry - but why would you claim to be 18, born in 2007 but then have your instagram say you’re 20? not to mention she told us she is from australia and shared a picture of her in swim wear on the beach, saying she went to the beach when it’s currently winter in australia.

we kicked her because we suspected catfishing. she had every chance to defend herself - i never blocked her on discord. and i hadn’t blocked her on here up until a few days after the kick.

now what’s really concerning - the private stories she shared had been posted after we had kicked her. which means someone either decided to share them with her OR she has a second account she never disclosed and joined through that. which, i think we can all agree on, is insane.

for that reason, I have kicked everyone from the server for now, adding people back after a throughout discussion with my co-admin.

whatever the fuck is going on, i can and will not stand for it. oh, and the “talking bad about ppl behind their backs?” bffr - we criticised someone for using ai to write their fics - if you don’t see anything wrong with that… that’s a you problem.

i’m very sorry to all of our members for this happening, i am truly dumbfounded and horrified. well message you all once we’ve sorted out what to do.

much love,

mitchie & g

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you know, what I love? I love reading all these amazing works by all these amazing writers <3

and on top of that, I got Arthur Hill tickets a week ago.

Maybe life isn't so bad <3

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an absolute banger of a fic! Go read the first part as well <3

JUST A LITTLE LONGER - ARTHUR TV

read part one here !

content warnings : grief of a past relationship, intrusive thoughts (kind of??), drinking, language

word count : around 1600 words

A/N : did cry a little when writing this LOL, not to boost my ego, anyways thank you @ooostarwarsfandom501st for the idea on my part one, hope everyone enjoys !

Two years later. Two long years – full of yearning and longing, many moments of nostalgia and numerous Hinge dates, trying to get over him. Arthur. The last time you had seen him was during a moment of intense vulnerability – his career was growing past Jersey, and he moved to London for more opportunities. Funny how things turn out, you had just moved into your one-bedroom apartment in Canary Wharf. 

The boxes had been unpacked but you still didn’t feel completely settled. The walls were still bare, and sunlight filtered through your newly fitted blinds – warm and familiar in a way that almost felt cruel. You weren’t uneasy because of the change in scenery, because London wasn’t a new city – you and Arthur had been here a few times before, to see friends and family. Maybe it was the unmistakable loneliness of completing such a big milestone by yourself. Without him. You didn’t move to London for him, but you’d be lying if you said he hadn’t constantly been on your mind since arriving. 

Anyway, your friend Becky had convinced you to throw a housewarming party to celebrate your moving, and despite being hesitant, the thought of seeing your friends again – properly seeing them – warmed your heart, and so you agreed.  

On Wednesday night, you sent invitations out via message, with your address and a ‘BYOB’ recommendation. Becky facetimed you the same evening, Welsh accent echoing through your flat, ‘Have you invited him yet, babe?’ was the first thing she asked. You pretended you hadn’t heard her, because you knew who she was talking about. Word would’ve spread by now that you had moved and were having a gathering, but you hadn’t yet plucked up the courage to invite Arthur.  

Once Becky had finished scrutinizing you over call, you sent Arthur a message – heart palpitating. 

You: Hey Arthur, I’m having a housewarming Friday – would love you to come ! x 

You pressed ‘send’ and threw your phone across the room, curling yourself into a ball until 5 minutes later you heard a notification: 

Arthur: I wouldn’t miss it for the world x 

Friday came round and your friends were all crammed into your house – it was a small, mismatched party but you wouldn’t have it any other way. The drinks were cold, the pizza boxes scattered around, and the music was low. You were mid-laugh with Chris when you heard a knock on the door. Gently excusing yourself, you swayed through people to answer the door. 

You answered the door and your heart did somersaults, as you stared at Arthur who stood in your doorway, a bright smile on his face. That same jumper. The one you cried into the last time you saw him. Snapping out of your trance, you welcomed him and gave him a hug – desperately trying not to overthink the situation.  

“Heard it was bring-your-own-booze, so I bought you some pinot, and some flowers – to brighten up the house.” He held them out, smile still warm.  

Tulips. He bought you pink tulips – your favourite. How did he remember after all this time? You felt woozy; maybe you’d had more to drink than you thought. He stepped in, and it was suddenly loud. Not the music, not the guests. Just the noise in your head, the crashing wave of everything unsaid, unseen, but everything you thought about all too frequently. 

You both moved through the room like satellites, always aware of each other’s gravity. People chatted, laughed, toasted to new beginnings. You caught him watching you from the kitchen at one point, and when your eyes met, he just smiled - soft and tired in a way that felt familiar. 

Later, you found yourself standing next to him near the window, a glass of rose in one hand, a slice of pizza in the other, a beer in his. “So,” he started. “Nice place, it’s very you.” 

“Is that a compliment, Frederick?” 

“Definitely a compliment, you always made somewhere feel like home. There’s something about you, even after this time, that I still can’t put my finger on.” 

Your voice dipped, playful but unsure. “Still a little strange being here, I feel as if I don’t quite belong here yet.” 

Arthur looked at you then - really looked, and suddenly you felt shy as you felt a light blush come over your cheeks. “Yeah,” he said. “It’s weird at first – took me a while to get used to, but you will.” 

You shrugged. “I didn’t plan it, so it feels very out of my control if you know what I mean? Work kind of rerouted my whole life, and now I’m here.” 

“Me too,” he said with a sad smile which was filled with nostalgia and regret, “In a different way.” 

A beat passed. “Do you ever think about that? The timing?” you asked, eyes flicking toward the guests.

“All the time, there wasn't a day that went by that I didn't think about you.” 

You wanted to ask more. Wanted to say ‘I almost took a different job just to stay close to you’ or ‘I hated every airport after you left. After you left me, us.’ But someone passed by, bumped your elbow, and the moment shifted. Back into laughter, glasses clinking, the radio switching tracks. You stood on your tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek and sauntered back into the living room. 

It was around 1am when the last guest had left. The music was off, the lights dimmed to the soft warmth you had always liked, and the apartment felt like yours again - only now, he was standing in it. 

Arthur lingered in the kitchen, rinsing plates you both knew could wait until morning. You leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching the way he moved through your space like he’d never stopped belonging there. But he had stopped belonging there, and you feared what this reunion meant in the long run. 

“You always hated cleaning after parties,” he said, snapping you out of your thoughts, glancing at you with a quiet smile. 

“I still do,” you replied. Then silence fell again - but not the kind that asked to be filled. Just the kind that meant something. “I’m glad you came,” you said after a moment. 

He turned to face you fully. “I’m glad you invited me.” 

You hesitated, heart climbing its way up to your throat. “I wasn’t sure I would, it was Becky who convinced me,” you admitted. “Not because I didn’t want to, just because I didn’t know what it would feel like, seeing you again. I didn’t know if I could handle it.” 

Arthur’s gaze didn’t waver. “And now?” 

You laughed humourlessly. “Now it feels like I’m pretending I don’t want everything I used to have, and it’s consuming me, Arthur.” 

He stepped closer - not rushing, not reaching yet. Just closing the space in slow, certain strides. “You don’t have to pretend,” he said, voice low. “Not with me, remember – I know you; two years doesn’t change that.” 

You searched his face. Still so familiar, still so steady. There were new lines around his eyes, but they didn’t make him look older - they made him look real. You were torn, your internal monologue overtaking all rational – you really hoped this wasn’t a one-off – even after the countless attempts, you could never get over him. “I’m still hurt, you know,” you whispered. “By you leaving, even if I understood it.” 

“I know,” he said gently. “And I’d never ask you not to be.” 

You blinked, eyes burning as tears filled your waterline. “But I still love you. I’ve never stopped; I couldn’t stop – how could I? You were, fuck, are everything. Even on your bad days – you made everything feel complete.” 

That was when he moved. Not hesitating, not faltering - just closing the distance, stepping into your space like he belonged there, like he’d never left it, like his heart had spent two years aching just for this exact second. He reached for your face with both hands, cradling your jaw like he depended on it, and kissed you – no rush, no deadline. 

It was full of everything neither of you had said. Everything you’d been afraid to hope for. Everything that had stayed alive inside you while time passed and cities changed, and the world kept spinning, without the other. 

His lips were soft, his kisses reverent. His thumb brushed gently across your cheek, and you kissed him back with a quiet gasp, your hands rising to grip the front of his sweater like you needed to make sure he wouldn’t disappear this time. 

When you finally pulled apart - only far enough to breathe - your foreheads rested together, noses brushing. Your eyes were still closed; his hands were still in your hair. Neither of you said anything right away. Then, “I’ve been waiting two years for that.” 

Arthur’s voice was rough around the edges, “So have I.” 

You opened your eyes and met his. “What now?” 

He smiled - big this time, open and warm, the same fucking smile he flashed when you first met, when he left for London – the smile that melted you instantly.  “Now,” he said, “we try again.” 

Your hands snaked around his neck. “I think I can get on board with that.” And you kissed him again. 

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Stolen work!

Everyone! please report @coolestgirlouttherexoxo this person is literally copying, word for word, other REAL authors work and claiming it as their own. This is such shitty behavior that should NOT be tolerated by anyone. They're stealing the hard work that someone else has spent time making, and that is NOT okay! As far as I've seen, they've especially copied @livvymd and @smzyyx but I'm sure, they've copied others as well. please please please report and/or block them and don't engage, give them likes etc.

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I see your likes. Thank you for reading and liking my writing <3

Anytime!!! You have a great talent for writing, I really enjoy your stories - so well written, so emotional, so real!!! <3 <3

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Home

A short one-shot from Crosshair's POV after TBB finale (but before the epilogue, so he isn't old yet)

*Tech-lives-AU* This is probably so out of character for everyone, but it's just too sweet

Silence wasn't uncommon for the grumpy sniper. In fact, his brothers would probably have been way more concerned if he wasn't silent. But something about this silence was difference.

While the others felt it, Hunter sensed it.

The mission was a success. Tech, Wrecker, Hunter, Crosshair and Echo infiltrated Tantiss (not really with Ramparts help), and Omega managed to free herself and the other children. All the other clones on Tantiss was rescued and help aid the batch in killing Hemlock and destroying the lap.

And now they were all back on Pabu, and for the first time - probably ever - the clones were free from war, The Empire, and a life in a prison cell.

But for Crosshair, the change was overwhelming and almost too much.

Although he had chosen his family in the end, although he was extremely grateful that they were even willing to take him back (though he would never openly admit that), his heart was heavy and his mind was clouded.

Why did they take him back?

Sure, they were brothers, but the things he did was unforgiving. He tried to kill them - and Omega - multiple times... he made their lives hell... Tech almost died, when they tried to rescue him...

He didn't deserve it. He didn't deserve to feel happy. To be free. To be loved. To be with his family again without anything being in the way.

"You're zoning out again" Hunter spoke, sounding surprisingly calm, considering how long it took for him to really trust Crosshair again.

Crosshair didn't need to look up to know that Hunter wore a calm expression that did nothing to hide the concern in his eyes as he stood in the doorway to Crosshair's bedroom in the house that they were graciously given by the people of Pabu.

"Get out of my head, Hunter" Crosshair hissed at his brother, already hating himself for never being able to stop his grumpiness shining through.

"I don't have to use my senses to know, when you're okay or not" he chuckled. He chuckled. And he took a step into the room, and then another, and then he suddenly sat next to Crosshair on his bed, waiting for him to stand up and snap at him, but Crosshair never did.

"You should go back to the others" he hissed again. While they sat in his bedroom, the rest of his brothers and probably most of Pabu were celebrating at the top of the island.

"So should you. Omega asked for you" It was such a simple answer, yet it only made things more complicated.

"And she sent you to come at get me?" Crosshair scoffed, and Hunter let out a small sigh, carefully placing a hand on his shoulder, making Crosshair flinch before just accepting it and letting it be.

"It's over, Crosshair. We won, we freed the clones, we got Omega back, and The Empire won't ever bother us again... so, what's bothering you, vod?" Hunter's voice was still calm.

"I... why did you take me back?... I don't deserve it" at those words, Hunter felt his heart sink, but he kept his calming nature.

"Are we really having this discussion again, Cross'ika?" a slight smirk painted Hunter's lips at the teasing name. "We all made mistakes, but that's in the past now. We can finally be a family again, one in which you are a part of it. So stop shutting yourself out... you're still our brother, Crosshair"

And those words were all it took for Crosshair to do something he hadn't done since the batch were small cadets. Instead of answering his brother, he pulled him into a warm embrace, holding his arms around Hunter in a tight grip.

When he felt Hunter hug him back, they both let out a relieved sigh.

Although Crosshair's mind was still a bit clouded, a huge part of his burden left his shoulders, and he almost let a smile crack through his façade because now he felt it again for the first time in years...

Now he felt home.

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In my mind, the batch used to be very physical affectionate with each other, when they were cadets due to the regs probably always treating them like shit.

And I'm just a sucker for sweet moments and fluff like this, so I hope you enjoyed it <3

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"Clone Force 99 died with Tech"...

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what is it with star wars and it's weird fetish of people loosing limbs?

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tbb finale...

spoilers

I an genuinely crying right now...

I was so nervous throughout it all, and I'm so fkn relieved that they got their happy ending.

But Crosshairs hand?????? IN. SHOCK.

And the fact that we never got the clone assassins' face revealed kinda sucked, but I get it.

I can't believe Tech is actually dead... I can't be in denial anymore

And the most heartbreaking line of them all: "Clone Force 99 died with Tech" when I tell you I sobbed

But what a fucking glorious finale, Echo lived, everyone lived, Hemlock died, Zillo broke free, clones are happy on Pabu, and we got to see a grey haired Hunter... what a show

Can't believe it's over now

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TBB ep. 13 s. 3 mild spoilers!!!

"Did Rampart survive?"

"Unfortunately, yes"

"I heard that"

Lmao the bullying of Rampart continues and I love that.

Also, they are all so sneaky in this episode, it was great! But I'm so scarred for the final...

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TBB S3 E13 SPOILERS!!!

Oh this episode...

ECHO IS BAAACK!!!! And damn that man is good at infiltrating

I just love Echo so much

Fives would have been so fkn proud of his ARC trooper brother <3

Why was Rampart lowkey funny in this episode?

Also, Love how Crosshair, Wrecker and sometimes Hunter and Echo were so sassy towards Rampart haha

Their armor????? It looks so fkn depressing!! Please bring it back soon!!

Also, Omega is so smart holy shit! The boys really taught her well, because she is getting smarter and smarter holy cow

I can't wait for the finale, but I*m also very fkn nervous

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Reunion

Hunter x Fem! Jedi reader

Summary: you reunite with your old squad after Order 66...

Warnings: Mild descriptions of injuries, a bit of angst, fluff, happy ending, kissing, Order 66 mentions, I think Hunter deserves his own warning as well ;-)

Hey! This is my first small one-shot on Tumblr. I have been writing a few stories and other things in my life, but it is not something I've done in a while, so it's probably not my best. But please, feel free to leave a comment with some ideas for other one-shots etc. Enjoy!

Kallar.

Worst kriffing planet in your life! Not so much the planet itself, but more the traumatic events that happened there.

Before the war, you were a young Jedi Knight. Your old master, Plo Koon, had supervised most of your training, and you were thriving. At least, until the war came and you were thrown into a big pile of galactic bantha shit.

At first, you served with the 104th battalion along with your old master. You and Commander Wolffe worked well together and things were always a little bit easier, when you did it together.

But after a bit you grew more and more restless, not really having a feeling of being useful - at least, as much as you used to have. You tried pushing those ridiculous thoughts away, but that proved a lot harder than you thought.

Although you loved the Wolfpack who had all become your friends, despite the Jedi Code, you knew it was probably time to move on.

That's when Clone Force 99 came into the picture.

Those boys were everything you loved and longed to be. Diving headfirst into battle with a more or less reckless plan, but somehow always pulling it off. Sometimes, it honestly surprised you how well they worked, considering there were only 4 of them.

Crosshair was the most difficult one to connect with. He didn't really understand the need for a Jedi General, when him and his brothers had always worked alone. You did understand his point of view, but you weren't going anywhere. You loved this squad. It took many rotations, but after a rather difficult mission where you saved his life in a daring manner, he slowly began warming up to you.

Then came Tech. After you got over his ridiculously huge brain, you started paying more attention to his, as his brothers call them, 'info-dumping's' and it turned out that they were actually quite interesting. And when Tech realized that you were paying attention and sometimes even asking him questions, he always found you whenever he had something new to share about the planet you visited, or when you discovered an animal.

Wrecker was the easiest one to connect with. He was a giant with a heart of gold, always making you laugh until you couldn't breathe, always showing some new work out, and always having a blast with you, whenever you blew something up together. Being friends with Wrecker came as naturally as breathing.

And then Hunter.

The dark, mysterious, smoky and broody Sergeant of Clone Force 99. The first time you ever laid eyes one you, you were afraid your heart was giving out. Everything about him was captivating. His eyes telling but a million secrets, his voice sending shivers down your spine despite saying the most regular things, his majestic hair that you one time were allowed to braid because the temperature on Tatooine was unbearable Maker even his scent drove you crazy. When you learned about his enhanced abilities, you instantly knew that he must have heard your raping heart, but by the little smirk he send your way, he seemed to like it.

Although you cared deeply for all the boys, Echo as well when he joined the squad, Hunter was different. Your relationship wasn't labeled or anything. But it definitely wasn't platonic either. Not judging by the looks you always sent each other, or the way you always looked out for each other, touching each other in some small way like fingers brushing against each other, a hand on your back or on his arm. It was something much deeper. And you both knew it was so wrong. If you were caught, it would mean the end. But that didn't exactly stop you.

Not until Kallar.

When the troopers turned on you and Master Billaba, and you were the only one who got away, albeit with a nasty blaster shot to your shoulder, you turned and ran and you didn't look back once.

You heard the news. The Clones killed all the Jedi.

Your world was turned upside down. You thought about your old Master, about your old battalion, but mostly about Clone Force 99. If you faced them, you knew, you wouldn't be able to kill them.

So instead, you ran.

And for a while you hopped from planet to planet, earning credits by doing small jobs here and there. You hid everything. Your lightsaber was safely tucked away on you small ship, and instead you carried a blaster. You changed hair color, clothes and everything else you could, to change your appearance. You were constantly checking over your shoulder, afraid that the Empire would show up. Or worse, Hunter.

And then you met Phee. Completely random on the street, when you were running a job for some wealthy family. You were weary of her first, but then she showed you Pabu and now you owe her your life.

Life on Pabu was something else. Calm, warm, and everyone was so nice. And the best part of it, no one knew how you were. It was perfect.

As you were on your usual morning stroll, you got a comm from Phee, telling you to come to the square and meet her new friends. This wasn't the first time this had happened, and you were excited to see who Phee had met this time.

"Alright Phee, I'm here. Now who are..." you trailed off, freezing in your spot, when your eyes came in contact with the ship that had been your home many rotations ago.

Your brain was working overtime to find the best possible escape route, but it was too late. Four heads turned and starred at you, their eyes wide and mouths open.

"Y/N..." Wrecker was the first to open up, a smile spreading on his lips. But when he took a step forward, you took a step back on instinct and you saw the hurt flashing in his eyes.

"We... we thought, you were dead... is it really you?" He tried again, but you still said nothing.

"Uhh Y/N do you know them?" Phee was obviously confused

"Well obviously she must be rather cautios of us, given the circumstances in which we saw her last. But I believe she looks to be in good health" Albeit a surprised tone, Tech spoke up, adjusting his goggles.

It was too much for you. You were scarred, you couldn't look any of them in the eyes, especially not Hunter. So you turned and ran. Just like you did on Kallar.

Ignoring the calls from behind you.

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They couldn't believe their eyes, when they saw you. Hunter had been heartbroken that day on Kallar, and he never thought, he'd ever feel better. Then Omega showed up, and he suddenly had a new purpose in life. But when he saw her standing there on the square... he felt his world turn upside down again.

"Who was that?" Omega asked carefully, making Hunter look at her with soft eyes.

"An old friend who we thought had passed away" Hunter explained, not wanting to go into too much detail right away.

"You should talk to her" Echo nudged him, "We'll go with Omega"

Hunter shot his brother a grateful look and rushed after his cyare.

When he found you on the beach, his heart did a flip. You looked just a beautiful as the last time he saw you. You had changed, yes, but you were still you.

"Y/N please don't run away again" he begged, and when you turned around and finally met his eyes, you had tears in them.

"I- Hunter" was all you said. All you could manage to say. You still kept a small distance.

"I thought, I had lost you. When the regs starting shooting at you and Master Billaba... we are not with the Empire, cyare. I promise" his words were firm, but his voice were shaking.

Carefully, he took a step forward, and you stayed.

"Why did it happen?" You asked, having about a million questions.

"It's a long story, why don't you come back and I'll tell you everything?" he moved closer and closer until finally, he stood right in front of you.

You felt yourself breaking again, tears streaming down your face as you let Hunter embrace you.

"Oh Hunter..." you choked.

"Cyare... I missed you" he whispered, kissing the top of your head.

"I- I missed you too" you spoke, wiping your tears away after calming down.

For the first time you looked at him with love again, smiling softly at him. So much had happened. So much was lost. But now you had finally gained something again.

You didn't waist another second as your lips crashed against Hunter's, who let out a surprised groan, but quickly kissed you back, sneaking his arms around you as your lips moved in sync.

It was everything you and dreamed of for so long. It was perfect.

If possible, you pulled each other even closer and only pulled away to catch your breath, Hunter's forehead leaning against your own.

"Let's go back, I still have a million questions for you and the boys" you whispered, a pleasant smile on your face.

"On one condition" Hunter said, making you raise a brow at him. "No more hiding this. I love you, cyare. Will all my heart"

You didn't think it was possible, but your smile grew and you pecked his lips again.

"I love you too, Hunter. Now let's go back before Wrecker eats all the dinner"

And as you both laughed and bathed in the morning sun, you took his hand and for the first time since forever...

You were truly home.

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Okay, this is not my best work, but I still quite like it. Hope you all enjoyed as well <3 Again, feel very free to comment ideas for other one-shots etc. also, which characters you want to see. It can also be other clones or other Star Wars characters<3

Also - I probably wont be writing crazy smut, maybe spicy stuff but not full on crazy haha.

Bye <3

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so... should I like, start writing small stories like one-shots etc.

with like, star wars/clone wars characters???

would y'all want that?

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TBB episode 12 SPOILERS!!!

I have things to say...

First of all... I am lowkey so relieved that they weren't mad at Crosshair for letting Omega turn herself over

Rampart!?!?!?!?! Ew not that ugly bitch

Phee???? YEEEES

Also, when she mentioned that Tech had told her all about Crosshair, I wanted to cry. And when she called Tech brown eyes again.... my heart can't take it anymore

Also, Hunter's driving needs to be studied, because that shit was insane

Also, I FUCKING HATE HEMLOCK!!!

Also, why is that clone assasin... *cough cough Tech* so mean to Omega, like, treat your sister right, man!

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Oh yeah I'm fine (the writers giving us happy cadets eating ice-cream, and a wet-haired Hunter), totally fine (Literally everything else is fucking heartbreaking) <3

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THE BAD BATCH SEASON 3 EPISODE 11

SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 11!!!

Omg....

Literally my first post on Tumblr, but I just have to say something...

MY HEART IS BREAKING

not Tech's goggles and Lula being left behind on Pabu...

MY HEART BROKE

the clone assassin (100% Tech when he said domicile.... what a fucking nerd, haha)...

the Empire showing up. I WANNA CRY

NOT THE MARAUDER BLOWING UP?????? THIS IS LIKE THE RAZOR CREST ALL OVER AGAIN. THEIR HOME!?!?!?!?! NOOOOO!!!

omfg WRECKER!!!! gonky!!!!!! please be safe, please be safe, please be safe

Omega turning herself in and Crosshair not liking it one bit... the brother/sister relationship is thriving, but it made me really sad tbh when she gave herself up

Hunter with wet hair!!!!!! I almost missed it over all the fucking pain and heartbreak!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CROSSHAIR MISSING THE SHOT!!! OMFG BE RIGHT BACK WHILE I FUCKING CRY MY HEART OUT....

this episode was so gut wrenching and heart breaking but soooooo good at the same time

the finale is gonna kill me

....

send help....