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this is beautiful 😭

commander, the kitty wants pets.

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this is how i realized i’m bisexual btw

STAR WARS PREQUELS APPRECIATION WEEK DAY 4: FAVORITE OUTFIT

Padmé Amidala during the First Battle of Geonosis (22 BBY)

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the sexiest thing a man can do

Bitches will find a fictional man attractive and then immediately imagine him in situations where he is losing alarming amounts of blood

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I’m working on a part 2 because I simply couldn’t leave it like this. I love their dynamic so much! And I especially love that they don’t even realize how much they’re mutually pining for each other.

Part 2 will be longer and a bit more lighthearted, sometimes, maybe it will get a bit angsty at some point, we’ll see ;)

I’ll update this post when it’s done 🙈

Under your skin

Anakin Skywalker x Captain Rex

Warnings: emotional instability, emotional breakdown, the sufferings of war, angst, hurt/comfort, self doubt.

Premise: After a terrible battle, Anakin is on the verge of collapse, struggling with self-blame and the ever-roaring need for touch, for something that won't hurt. Rex notices his pain and tries to comfort him as best as he can, but he isn't really sure how to approach his broken general.

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He had his arm resting on the knee of his one folded leg, hand on the side of his face, resting his head on the gloved prosthetic, while the other one, the real one, twitched on the floor beside him; Anakin Skywalker looked like death itself.

The battle had been harrowing, cruel, and for a moment, he thought that maybe that had been it, that he would never leave that battlefield, that his men would never see another day, but he was fine, as fine as one can be after such a horrid day. 

His eyes were lost somewhere, and Rex might’ve imagined it, but he could swear that he could see in his general’s eyes exactly what he was replaying in his head, reliving those moments over and over until the screams that had long ceased became his nightly lullaby. 

Rex was sitting not too far away from him, in fact, if he extended his hand just a few centimeters, maybe he could…

He couldn’t, he shouldn’t, he didn’t even know how the general would react, but he knew he was in so much pain, and he didn’t even need the force to notice - and his fingers kept twitching, yearning… so before Rex could stop himself, before logic could slap away his intentions, he softly, quietly as if to go unnoticed, started curling his fingers around the other man’s.

Rex was moving as cautiously as always, but it was Anakin, desperate as always, who grasped onto his hand as if it were a lifeline.

Rex heard him sigh, so he dared to look up for a moment, unaware that he had been watching his own unsure hand so intensely, and he felt a pang in his chest as his Jedi just furrowed his brow into an even more painful frown, as his eyes fluttered shut, as something that looked like reliefguiltshame creeped onto his perfect features. 

“I-“ he had barely even opened his mouth to say who knows what when his general interrupted him.

“Don’t”

“Don’t do what, sir?”

He tilted his head upward, not opening his eyes for a moment, leaving his metal hand open as if waiting for the moment his head would collapse under its own weight again.

“You don’t have to keep indulging me, you shouldn’t-” he finally opened his eyes, staring straight ahead, “- it’s not your duty, and it’s not right for me to be like this.”

His eyes looked so tired, so done, and Rex noticed the trail of blood that started at his hairline and had smudged somewhere along his cheekbone. He fought everything inside him not to wipe it off with his free hand. 

As if the Jedi had read his mind, and he probably did, with the force and all, Anakin suddenly let go of his hand, and his face flashed with a fleeting but certain look of pain, as if the mere action had hurt. 

“I should be stronger, Rex, I shouldn’t be so selfish as to collapse here and demand your attention, it’s not fair, and I can’t-“ his voice broke, his hands flew to his hair, pulling slightly, eyes still on the ground, somewhere ahead of him. 

Rex couldn’t take it anymore, he hated seeing him like this; so unlike the brave, fearless, insane general he always was, he hated how he looked so broken and all rex could do was watch because he was his clone captain and Anakin was his Jedi general, and he couldn’t just hold him until the war was over like he wished he could. But he also couldn’t just sit here and let his general suffer, no, he swore to the Republic that he would do anything in his power to keep Anakin Skywalker safe, he was his captain after all, he was supposed to do anything if it meant his Jedi would stop being in so much pain.

So he did it, because what else was he supposed to do?

Rex stood up, slowly, and moved until he could kneel right in front of his general, and he pulled this embodiment of a collapsing star into his arms, even after he froze for a second, even after he slightly gasped from the sudden movement.

Anakin had been sure that his captain was about to walk away, to leave his pathetic body lying on the floor to lick his wounds like he should, so when he felt his warmth, he couldn’t help it, he was so selfish, so starved, that he let himself be consumed by that damn creature that lived under his skin, always needy, always hungry, asking, begging for another body, begging to be touched, to not keep getting hurt. 

He wrapped his arms around the clone, closing his hands into fists to stop them from taking more than he was kindly being given, and felt the other man’s hands lay on his back, one just beneath his neck, the other on the middle of his back. 

“We lost so many Rex, I’m so fucking sorry, I should’ve been better, I could have-“ his voice sounded strangled, so small that it nearly became a whisper, until his captain interrupted him.

“And you saved many others, general, if it weren’t for you… I don’t think any of us would’ve made it.” He rubbed his gloved hands on the Jedi’s back in small, contained circles, gently, not daring to cover more space.

“You deserve someone better, someone who isn’t constantly broken, you should never have to see me like this” Rex didn’t notice the moment Anakin had readjusted his body to face him, but he had put both his hands on the captain’s shoulders and their faces were not to far from each other. 

“No, sir, I couldn’t have ever served under a better general, nor could I have ever asked for a better friend.” His Jedi’s eyes looked tired, defeated, but always so compassionate. That was his main flaw, he cared too much, he felt too much, and he had had to live through so much shit, that it had made him into a shining light of pure kindness and utter instability. “I will always be proud to call you my Jedi, and I will always watch your back.”

He could tell Anakin had calmed down a little, his brow was still furrowed, but not as violently as it had been moments before, so he started to lower his arms, to give the knight some space after this moment of who knows what, only to be stopped by one of his general’s hands, the metal one, grabbing Rex’s hand that was on his left forearm, only for a second, as if he hadn’t really thought about it before he suddenly reached; he could tell from the surprised?  look that had crossed the Jedi’s face, and the fact that he had quickly let go when Rex lifted his head to look him in the eye. 

Anakin had returned his gaze to the floor in front of him, now looking puzzled, maybe even guilty, and definitely still distraught.

He couldn’t, he definitely shouldn’t, he should abide by the rules and keep his emotional distance from his disturbed general, but nothing in this galaxy could stop him from at least trying to make him feel better. 

“Anakin”

The Jedi froze for a moment, widening his eyes just a little as a reaction to this rare occurrence; Rex never really called him by his name. Then he felt a hand creep back on his forearm, and the creature threatened to bite again. He looked at the armoured man, noticing his worried but determined expression, and just let himself be guided onto his lap, surrendering to the touch-starved creature in his chest, surrendering to his ever-patient captain’s warmth as the latter began running gloved fingers through his mess of hair. He was being selfish, he was going against the code and against his own better judgment, but he was ever irrational, forever too sensitive, and hopelessly attached. And he was too tired to fight himself right now.

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have you guys seen the zesty b1 battledroid....

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HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN as ANAKIN SKYWALKER STAR WARS EPISODE III: REVENGE OF THE SITH (2005)

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I know the Clone Wars more than demonstrated that Anakin and Padme had the sublety of a Bantha on a starship, but I will die on the hill that the biggest tell is Anakin's perfectly styled curly hair. That boy spent 9 years with pin straight hair and then 10 years with a mandatory close cut and rat tail, yet he can suddenly maintain perfectly styled, notoriously difficult, curls in the middle of a war???

No way. That has Padme running-through-a-battlefield-in-full-couture Amidala all over it. There is no way she would let her man have bad hair, war or not.

Obi-Wan raised that boy. He has seen every questionable choice that Anakin has made through his awkward teen stages. He has also seen Padme go through a planet wide, life and death disaster as a teenager and still maintained multiple costume changes with full hair and makeup for her and her friends.

There is no way Obi-Wan did not see Anakin suddenly have a perfect knowledge of how to maintain the long hair he has never had before and not immidiately know that Anakin has spent an inappropriately large amount of time in a bathroom with Padme. No he took one look at Anakin and knew immidiately.

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Fox just wanted to take a nice nap in the break room alone. Unfortunately, his little brothers think he’s comfort-shaped.

@loth-cat-nation Got some Rat content for ya! :)

EDIT: I had to fix some spelling errors in the Aurebesh. I mixed up the Xs and Ys 🫠

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"you called this.... home."

back to bussiness with them

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anakin fanart because i love him with everything in me

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Under your skin

Anakin Skywalker x Captain Rex

Warnings: emotional instability, emotional breakdown, the sufferings of war, angst, hurt/comfort, self doubt.

Premise: After a terrible battle, Anakin is on the verge of collapse, struggling with self-blame and the ever-roaring need for touch, for something that won't hurt. Rex notices his pain and tries to comfort him as best as he can, but he isn't really sure how to approach his broken general.

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He had his arm resting on the knee of his one folded leg, hand on the side of his face, resting his head on the gloved prosthetic, while the other one, the real one, twitched on the floor beside him; Anakin Skywalker looked like death itself.

The battle had been harrowing, cruel, and for a moment, he thought that maybe that had been it, that he would never leave that battlefield, that his men would never see another day, but he was fine, as fine as one can be after such a horrid day. 

His eyes were lost somewhere, and Rex might’ve imagined it, but he could swear that he could see in his general’s eyes exactly what he was replaying in his head, reliving those moments over and over until the screams that had long ceased became his nightly lullaby. 

Rex was sitting not too far away from him, in fact, if he extended his hand just a few centimeters, maybe he could…

He couldn’t, he shouldn’t, he didn’t even know how the general would react, but he knew he was in so much pain, and he didn’t even need the force to notice - and his fingers kept twitching, yearning… so before Rex could stop himself, before logic could slap away his intentions, he softly, quietly as if to go unnoticed, started curling his fingers around the other man’s.

Rex was moving as cautiously as always, but it was Anakin, desperate as always, who grasped onto his hand as if it were a lifeline.

Rex heard him sigh, so he dared to look up for a moment, unaware that he had been watching his own unsure hand so intensely, and he felt a pang in his chest as his Jedi just furrowed his brow into an even more painful frown, as his eyes fluttered shut, as something that looked like reliefguiltshame creeped onto his perfect features. 

“I-“ he had barely even opened his mouth to say who knows what when his general interrupted him.

“Don’t”

“Don’t do what, sir?”

He tilted his head upward, not opening his eyes for a moment, leaving his metal hand open as if waiting for the moment his head would collapse under its own weight again.

“You don’t have to keep indulging me, you shouldn’t-” he finally opened his eyes, staring straight ahead, “- it’s not your duty, and it’s not right for me to be like this.”

His eyes looked so tired, so done, and Rex noticed the trail of blood that started at his hairline and had smudged somewhere along his cheekbone. He fought everything inside him not to wipe it off with his free hand. 

As if the Jedi had read his mind, and he probably did, with the force and all, Anakin suddenly let go of his hand, and his face flashed with a fleeting but certain look of pain, as if the mere action had hurt. 

“I should be stronger, Rex, I shouldn’t be so selfish as to collapse here and demand your attention, it’s not fair, and I can’t-“ his voice broke, his hands flew to his hair, pulling slightly, eyes still on the ground, somewhere ahead of him. 

Rex couldn’t take it anymore, he hated seeing him like this; so unlike the brave, fearless, insane general he always was, he hated how he looked so broken and all rex could do was watch because he was his clone captain and Anakin was his Jedi general, and he couldn’t just hold him until the war was over like he wished he could. But he also couldn’t just sit here and let his general suffer, no, he swore to the Republic that he would do anything in his power to keep Anakin Skywalker safe, he was his captain after all, he was supposed to do anything if it meant his Jedi would stop being in so much pain.

So he did it, because what else was he supposed to do?

Rex stood up, slowly, and moved until he could kneel right in front of his general, and he pulled this embodiment of a collapsing star into his arms, even after he froze for a second, even after he slightly gasped from the sudden movement.

Anakin had been sure that his captain was about to walk away, to leave his pathetic body lying on the floor to lick his wounds like he should, so when he felt his warmth, he couldn’t help it, he was so selfish, so starved, that he let himself be consumed by that damn creature that lived under his skin, always needy, always hungry, asking, begging for another body, begging to be touched, to not keep getting hurt. 

He wrapped his arms around the clone, closing his hands into fists to stop them from taking more than he was kindly being given, and felt the other man’s hands lay on his back, one just beneath his neck, the other on the middle of his back. 

“We lost so many Rex, I’m so fucking sorry, I should’ve been better, I could have-“ his voice sounded strangled, so small that it nearly became a whisper, until his captain interrupted him.

“And you saved many others, general, if it weren’t for you… I don’t think any of us would’ve made it.” He rubbed his gloved hands on the Jedi’s back in small, contained circles, gently, not daring to cover more space.

“You deserve someone better, someone who isn’t constantly broken, you should never have to see me like this” Rex didn’t notice the moment Anakin had readjusted his body to face him, but he had put both his hands on the captain’s shoulders and their faces were not to far from each other. 

“No, sir, I couldn’t have ever served under a better general, nor could I have ever asked for a better friend.” His Jedi’s eyes looked tired, defeated, but always so compassionate. That was his main flaw, he cared too much, he felt too much, and he had had to live through so much shit, that it had made him into a shining light of pure kindness and utter instability. “I will always be proud to call you my Jedi, and I will always watch your back.”

He could tell Anakin had calmed down a little, his brow was still furrowed, but not as violently as it had been moments before, so he started to lower his arms, to give the knight some space after this moment of who knows what, only to be stopped by one of his general’s hands, the metal one, grabbing Rex’s hand that was on his left forearm, only for a second, as if he hadn’t really thought about it before he suddenly reached; he could tell from the surprised?  look that had crossed the Jedi’s face, and the fact that he had quickly let go when Rex lifted his head to look him in the eye. 

Anakin had returned his gaze to the floor in front of him, now looking puzzled, maybe even guilty, and definitely still distraught.

He couldn’t, he definitely shouldn’t, he should abide by the rules and keep his emotional distance from his disturbed general, but nothing in this galaxy could stop him from at least trying to make him feel better. 

“Anakin”

The Jedi froze for a moment, widening his eyes just a little as a reaction to this rare occurrence; Rex never really called him by his name. Then he felt a hand creep back on his forearm, and the creature threatened to bite again. He looked at the armoured man, noticing his worried but determined expression, and just let himself be guided onto his lap, surrendering to the touch-starved creature in his chest, surrendering to his ever-patient captain’s warmth as the latter began running gloved fingers through his mess of hair. He was being selfish, he was going against the code and against his own better judgment, but he was ever irrational, forever too sensitive, and hopelessly attached. And he was too tired to fight himself right now.

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Fanfic?

Hello tumblr, so, i've been wanting to post some fics for a while, but I've never really written something that I was proud of, but the day finally came and low and behold, it's an Anakin x Rex Oneshot.

My intention is to have more chapters, so the one I'm gonna post would go somewhere in the middle, since it's kind of a slow burn.

It can be read as platonic, but my intention is for it to turn romantic teehee, but anyways, it's not perfect bc english isn't my first language and I only ever really write for myself, soo bare with me :)

The premise of the chapter is that anakin is awfully touch-starved and seriously unstable after a terrible battle, and rex notices and decides to do something about it since he's always pining after his general, but he also wants to abide by the GAR rules bc he's a good soldier. Because of this, he's very unsure about actually approaching his jedi, but desperately wants to help him feel better after the endless suffering of the war. Idk if it makes sense, you'll just have to read it ig.

I got this idea after reading the beginning of a fic with a similar premise, but I didn't really think the characters were actually in character, so I did it myself :)

okay here it is.

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i was looking through my old tweets bc i just recently reactivated my account and WHAT THE FUCK WAS I ON ABOUT BACK IN 2021

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also forgor to mention that i’m an art student (the insanity never stops) and this is a little ahsoka watercolor that i’m working on, i haven’t finished it yet obviously and atm it’s way more advanced than at the time of this picture, but i wanna post the process ig

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ALSO, english is not my first language thank god, so excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes, but i still think i’m pretty decent at it

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hello tumblr, i have never really posted anything on here bc i mainly use this account to repost and look at stuff that i like, mostly star wars hehe, but i’m kinda tired of being a lurker and i actually think i might start posting just random shit that i like.

i have like one follower but idc i’m still gonna list my interests because why not:

i’ll be posting about star wars the most, tbh i love nothing more in this world than sw and i’ve loved it since i was like 5 (i’m 20 😭)

from sw i like most of it tbh, but obviously the precuels are my one true love, and that includes tcw and anything related, i also looove jfo and survivor with a PASSION, and also rogue one and andor ofc (best show on disney plus).

i don’t really like the secuels but that’s nothing new, still i can appreciate certain aspects of it even if i lowkey pretend they’re not canon 🙈

i like the OT and think that leia, luke and han are all baddies, but i’m not as insane about it as i am with the precuels (i’m seriously insane as all precuels fans should be 😋)

i also like harry potter (but fuck jkr)

anything cillian murphy (i think i’ve watched most of his cinematography, but i’m still missing some)

the cure, goth rock, post punk, etc, tbh i don’t really label my taste in music but i like darker sounds and lots of synth, beautiful lyrics and vocals, so any music that fits that description, i like (but the cure is my favorite band)

i also love lorde tehee, i’m so multifaceted 🙈

idk, i like a lot of things, and i’m sure i’m forgetting something important , but who cares, i just like having evidence of my multifandom-ness.

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Padmé: Ani, you need to apologize to them.

Anakin: Fine, but I have to warn you, this might make me a better person and that is not the man you fell in love with.