another knife in my hands, a stain that never comes off, the sheets- clean me off-
I'M SO DIRTY, BABE!
(game is isat by @insertdisc5 !! you should play it. please play it.)
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Thinking about the song "Ship in Port" by Radical Face and clones
Thinking about the line "Farewell to the chains we were born into" and what that can mean for the clones
Thinking about how "But I have always stayed in place/Under that old illusion that it's safe" could equally describe Hunter, Echo, and (s1+2) Crosshair's complete opposite approaches to the Empire and post-war life.
The way Crosshair clings to his identity as a soldier of the Empire
And Echo as a soldier of the Republic
But Hunter puts his identity as a soldier behind him
Crosshair fights for the Empire to gain purpose
Echo fights against the Empire to save his brothers
And Hunter decides the Empire is too strong to even try to oppose
"A ship in port is a safer one"
"but it's not the reason it was made"
"So forgive me if I wander off"
"And forgive me more if I just stay"
Thinking about what The Bad Batch could have been if it had more fully explored the differences between those ideologies
(Thinking about what The Bad Batch could have been if it had dedicated more screen time to the 'reg' clones within the Empire and the underground network's fight to free them , instead of just sidelining Echo and Rex for a hypothetical clone rebellion show we might never get)
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🪻🔮
If happiness was a tangible thing, it would be you.
If you'd have told me the feeling you'd bring, I'd think it untrue.
And people search for a wonder like you all of their lives
You still amaze me after all this time.
🔮🪻
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You Don't Get To Tell Me About Sad
“You broke up with him for a reason,” Pandora says, “You didn’t want that life.”
It’s true. He ran from the golden cage and god-like lights, but it's different now. The fame doesn’t matter as long as he can have James. He’ll force himself in front of as many cameras as he needs to. He’ll stand in front of the world and declare his love for James for all he cares. Hell, he’ll pick up piano again if only to write him songs if that’s what people want. Anything for a good story. Anything to keep him with him.
“I didn’t want to go from one prison to another,” Regulus says slowly. “I’ve had time now.”
“And you really want to go into that prison for the rest of your life?” Pandora questions, “You know once you get off this train you never get off it. James isn’t some small artist that can fall off the earth and no one will care about it in a year or two. He’s always going to be around. People will always care. You can’t take it back once you’re in it. Is this really what you want?”
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Still there's something 'bout men that I don't understand
They're always leaving wherever they've been
Brush it off with a shrug, I don't know much about love
Still I give it a try now and then
Saddle up and ride on down
Maybe when the tide comes out
Come and find me
Waiting on the street where we met
Haven't found the time to forget
Funny what we lose, yeah when we bet
★Blush-Orville Peck★
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one of my favourite good omens head canons is that crowley is/was a ghost writer for both queen and hozier.
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Aren't I hurting anyone?
Perhaps it's time for me to tear apart
For what it is I've been
Denote my place within humanity
Projecting by my will
I've been amassing solid iron claws
Ignore the rottenness
My recitals will decay in a flash
Happy birthday @cloudbattrolls! my buddy, my pal, my partner in writing hilarious and occasionally deeply cursed crimes
here's your blender gremlin :]
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