#I’m so excited to see side hoe Rex

[defective-and-effective]

The bad batch episode 5 highlights (lots of them this week!!!!)

OMEGA HAS LULA BACK!!!!

OMEGA’S NEW OUTFIT IS SO FREAKING CUTE WITH HER LITTLE NECKLACE AND LITTLE PONYTAIL I LOVE HER

Hunter and wrecker with their caff (they’re so dad)

AZI helping Crosshair with target practice

Crosshair’s shaky hands

Batcher choosing to hang out with Crosshair instead of omega

Omega giving older sister advice

Crosshair just Knowing when people are watching him

ECHO ECHO ECHO ECHOOOOOO MY BELOVED I MISSED YOUUUU ❤️❤️❤️

Batcher being fascinated by gonky

Crosshair: where my hug at 🤨🤨

Pabu golden hour

A moment of silence for the tech mention (I’m sleeping on the highway tonight)

REX MENTION 🚨🚨

THE OUTPOST OH MY GOD

omega baby don’t feel guilty :((

Hunter’s eyes in the sun

“LITTLE BROTHER” AND HE CHUCKLED

HIS OLD ARMOR (WHAT IF HE REPAINTS IT)

THE VULTURE

Mom (echo) being the conflict mediator

Batcher helping them dig

Omega taking tech’s job

Mayday :(((

Crosshair fixing the helmets

Echo plugging in the tablet with two fingers (got me giggling and kicking my feet fr)

The TENSION the ANGST the WORDS THAT THEYRE USING AGAINST EACH OTHER because they KNOW EACH OTHER BEST

The way hunter fell into the wyrm hole was kinda funny

Demo expert Wrecker <333

Crosshair’s rifle (and using it to pull hunter out of the wyrm hole)

Every time Crosshair called omega by her name

Batcher ready to throw hands (paws?) with the wyrm (you’re doing amazing sweetie)

Crosshair’s sniper pauldron

Batcher being crosshair’s dog

The Imperceptible Nod of Solidarity after a Near Death Experience

3/6 GROUP HUG!!!

Crosshair’s face during aforementioned hug

“I don’t even see any blood this time! That’s progress” what horrors has echo seen

“You did all you could, kid. And you did exactly what you were supposed to do: you got out of there.” Echo is so reassuring and good with omega 😭😭

The lighting

Hunter’s cheekbones

“There just might be hope for US yet”

The vulture flying away as Crosshair leaves the empire (and mayday) behind

[thejuh0]

Isn’t a normal post.

So this place can be filled with a lot of reblogs, but a few of my times on here are actual posts. Most of what my bottled-up feelings are on Twitter, either private or personal. But I would wanna use here as a turnaround because I feel it’s much more easier and safer here. Well, I don’t know if it’s ever safe, but I’ll give this place a shot.

Just wanna give a heads up on my personal life and where has it lead me to as of now in 2018. 

TL;DR This post is mostly what I want to say about the ups and downs of my first relationship, because my feelings towards her are still there, probably 15%, but I need release.

2017 was a blast, filled with excitement and a way of change. The year was mostly me having the awesome love of my life, and then letting it fade away as it drifted me into the “5 Stages of Grief” moment. I don’t know if I’ve changed at all but I changed somewhere in the year. 

It was rather intriguing to know that my first relationship was going to be this year, and knowing I’m afraid of one because it’s either me doing horrible fucked up shit, or I just don’t understand how relationships work, I gave it a shot. 

New friends were made, old friends hang out, gone outside more often, stop drinking the usual drink I usually drink, etc. Something clicked when I had this particular relationship. It was really...fun to begin with...life changing to me...everyday was filled with euphoria and joy. Sure I was the depressed motherfucker I am, but somehow it really changed my life to see such a beautiful and thoughtful person, changing my whole entire view of life. What even is suicide when you have such an awesome individual in my life. She taught me a lot of new stuff where, for me, it was hard to adapt. But I really liked her support and her wise words on me.

Maybe I was wrong about the way I think of her. And I would admit that most of the time I would want to make love with her, because, pff, I am a horny motherfucker (24/7 on porn yeaaaaaaah). I wanted her happy, not angry and sad. Sure, I talked to my friends about her and how I’m feeling unhappy about certain parts of her in my life, but I didn’t want to acknowledge how I felt about with/to her. 

Maybe I was too overprotective and clingy, and I told myself that I didn’t want to do that. Let her be free. Because there’s other friends that would want to talk to her the same way as my friends talk to me. Yeah, there were some girls that were on to me, she was jealous as fuck, but I reassured myself that I only loved her and no one else. Yeah, there were some guys that were on to her, but I think I placed too much freedom on her. God, if I could turn back the clock to that very day to see everything alright between me and her.

Maybe it was the time I fucked up on myself, and this was the reason she gave me. Don’t wanna go personal with it but long story short, Friends with Benefits. I talked to a lot of my girl friends, and it was really really really wrong in my part. But then again, she did it as well when she was with her first ex. And I was bait. After the whole ordeal, I was on Step 2 of the 5 Steps of Grief, Anger, where I called her a slut, a hoe, a skank. All because I remembered she was secretly doing stuff with me and I know it was wrong for me to do so, but she persist and kept going. I don’t know, I felt so wrong but hey, when you’re a guy who’s into a nice wet core, as “Rex Orange County’s Television / So Far So Good”’s lyics states:  “If all my friends wanna be in her bed Then I begin to wonder why I guess that I’d be lying to myself ‘Cos who the fuck Would be dumb enough To reject an offer? Oh what an offer?” I still feel it’s my fault for this whole relationship; we don’t even talk anymore. I tend to blame myself for most stuff anyways. And the fact that there was conflict and unloyal behavior, some of the fault belongs to her. I mean, her new partner seems to be a really better candidate to love her than I do. And I begged to differ.

But hey, it’s a learning step to a better life and relationship. And since then I’ve been going back to old roots, 2015/2016 me with the whole “sleep at 4am and wake up late” agenda. Friends loved the old me, midnight friends specifically, and for the first time in years, after the break up, I began to feel a happier self, all alone, and I didn’t have depression for about 2 months, until my dad fucked it up (Thanks dad, but you’re a cool dad lol).

My passion for music has grown significantly though, so I might just let a few self-written songs out if I want to. I have a bunch of them on Bandcamp, but they’re mostly break-up songs and love songs, with a bunch of covers. I would like to write some songs about happiness and child-like behavior sooner or later, but for now, the lyrical side of me isn’t quite ready for it, yet.

I hope to bring 2018 into a better change. Maybe another relationship? Maybe new friends? Maybe a new workforce and call for the army? It’s the future. But now I’m kind of pleased that everything is left behind.

[Side Note: If you’re reading this, you know who you are, hope to talk to you again soon in the future. Sorry I couldn’t wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, but hope everything’s good for you :)]

[wickedscribbles]

Ziva and Obi-Wan’s Wedding

I know that I didn’t go into too much detail in the epilogue, but I wanted the honeymoon to be the main focal point for those first two chapters. So here’s a headcanon with a little more information of what the night was like! 

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Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Ziva Courtee 

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Okay okay so I spent way too long trying to figure out what they would wear, and even saved a folder of possibilities to my PC, so now you get to see them 

This is an Indian bridal lehenga, and I think they are so gorgeous. (Please correct me if that’s not what they’re called.) I had the link to this one in particular via Etsy, but it looks like the listing’s been taken down, and I can’t find the seller. I looked at dozens of them, but this one in particular was the biggest inspiration for what I had in my head for Ziva’s wedding outfit. It’s a little on the simpler side as far as lehenga go, but still stunning. 

Of course I gave Obi-Wan a shoulder cape. I am a slut for shoulder capes. Probably all the hours I spent playing the Assassin’s Creed: Ezio Trilogy and watching that broody beautiful man hop around the top of buildings sporting one, but I digress. Obi-Wan’s is inlaid with the symbol of the Jedi Order, and he probably never has a reason to wear it again, but he quite likes it. 

OKAY LISTEN I struggled here. Okay? I was riding the struggle bus. Googling for over an hour. I knew --- AND I STILL KNOW -- what I’m imagining when I’m thinking about the suit thing I think he’s wearing. But I have absolutely no idea what it’s called and this is the closest I could get and I’m so frustrated. So here you go. Still quite dashing. (My husband just kept asking, “A bellhop? You want him to look like a bellhop?” 😤😤😤 NOOO I want him to look like a PRINCE it’s his WEDDING)

Okay, onto the wedding itself. 

Yes, Anakin went through the steps to legally marry a couple on Coruscant. He did not ask “can I be the officiant at your wedding”. He said “so when I officiate at your wedding --” and then made sad eyes when Obi-Wan and Ziva looked mildly confused. So that’s how that happened 😂

Luke was in a very “clingy-for-Dad” stage at the time, so he was on Anakin’s hip the entire time. Not that anyone really minded ❤

Padme and her handmaiden Dorme took the assignment of fashion consultants very seriously. She tried her best to incorporate the best of both of their planet’s cultural styles into what they wore while still keeping the designs subtle enough for a Jedi to wear (”Even if it is your wedding day,” she said, only half joking.). 

It was a small gathering with only close friends in attendance, but held in a nice public courtyard on the upper levels. Anakin, Ahsoka, Padme, Luke, Leia, Stass, Rex, Cody, Riyo Chuchi, a few more assorted clones and Jedi, etc. were there. But anyone who felt like stopping by could. 

The ceremony happened at sunset. No they didn’t cry, you can’t prove it yes they did

They stared at each other with heart eyes for most of the time. When they met in front of their officiant (instead of the bride walking up the aisle in a traditional Earth wedding, they meet from either side at the same time, from stage left and right, if that makes sense) the first thing Obi-Wan did was cup her face in both hands and say, “Oh, sweetheart. You’re so stunning. Look at you.” before Anakin could get a word in. 

There were no gifts, and no major expenses. Neither Obi-Wan nor Ziva really saw the need for such a thing when they were already excited to get the opportunity to celebrate their marriage with loved ones. (I didn’t really think it’d fit their character, you know? Anakin and Padme, on the other hand, had an extravagant public ceremony once the Order changed the rule on relationships.)

Their vows are similar to those spoken in many places across the galaxy, but adapted to fit the lifestyles of two Jedi. 

Instead of exchanging rings, Ziva and Obi-Wan got their matching tattoos right after the ceremony -- and at the same time, which is how the marital tradition works. Two Pantoran tattooists work together to make sure the marks are identical. 

There was music and dancing -- Ziva stepped on Obi-Wan’s toes about eight times, but he didn’t mind. They wore each other out, and laughed a lot. Ziva discovered that Obi-Wan is definitely a better dancer than her, but she didn’t exactly expect him to be worse. Padme was too nervous checking Ziva’s makeup to dance much. Anakin, eager to move, danced with Ahsoka or sometimes Rex. 

Leia asked Cody if they could get married next. 

Riyo tells Ziva that she looks like a princess and Ziva blushes so hard that she can’t look at Riyo for the rest of the night 

In a quiet moment alone, towards the end of the night, Obi-Wan senses something in the Force that he hasn’t felt for a long, long time. It’s his Master’s hand on his shoulder, almost as warm and as real as it felt before he lost him. 

“Master?” Obi-Wan croaks, hardly daring to believe it. Feeling like a Padawan again, scared to say another word, like it could drive Qui-Gon away. “Is it -- it it really you?” 

The Force rings with gentle amusement. Obi-Wan, he says. Did you really think I’d miss something like this? 

“All it took was me breaking half a dozen of the Order’s rules,” Obi-Wan jokes. 

No, says Qui-Gon, his tone more serious. You are happy. That’s what I was waiting for. 

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