#there's a talking dads where will starts crying and anthony goes 'no man that's cool! that's totally fine' to comfort him and

[sammy-witha-c]

ANYWAY. I’ve got the biggest fucking crush on Anthony Burch

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s stepkid

Tony Stark x Potts!child!reader

warnings: alcohol mention

a/n: i rushed these so bad i just wanted to post dhhshsnsna

prompt: y/n is pepper’s kiddo!

it was just you and your mom for a long time

pepper and y/n potts

she couldn’t keep up with you sometimes, too busy dealing with the manchild that was mister anthony edward stark

speaking of—

“uh, who’s this?” -tony, pointing at you

“mr. stark, i am so sorry, the school closed because some kid set fire to the science lab and i didn’t have time to find a sitter—”

“no, it’s fine, no need to apologize. hey, kid, you wanna sit in the boss’s chair? i’ll let you run the company for the day!” *cue you nodding* “sweet, would you mind that, ms. potts?”

“oh? no, not at all” *mouthing* “thank you”

“so, uh, what’s your name? no, don’t tell me: ketchup.”

*giggling* “y/n”

“no way! that was my second guess!”

tony wasn’t used to being around kids

he had no idea that he was actually kind of good around them

despite a few minor hiccups

“you sit in my chair and im gonna spin you around, sound like fun?”

he spun you around WAY too fast and you were diiiiizzy, also you fell off the chair

“don’t tell your mom that we did that. she may be my assistant, but she scares the shit out of me. also, don’t say ‘shit’”

dude he just thought you were a cool kid!!!

“hey, you know, ms. potts, you dont really need to hire a babysitter anymore. y/n’s doing just fine hanging out here”

“how am i not surprised you befriended an actual child?”

she still took him up on his offer, you seemed pretty happy

when your mom worked late, you passed out in tonys office

tony and you had your own little secrets (like falling off the spinning chair), tony showed you around stark tower, and you practically lived there

“i got you a happy meal from mcdonalds!” -tony every day after your school

in all honesty, you weren’t the “popular” kid at school...not even close

but tony made up for it

“y/n! i found this old racecar toy in a box of old stuff, you wanna hold onto it for me?”

you kind of grew up in stark tower tbh? it was pretty cool

and as you grew up, you started to notice more

“mr. tony, do you have a crush on my mom?”

“do i what? no, no, i do—who the hell am i kidding? you caught me”

“called it!”

after that you did everything to try and get them together

when your mom was talking to tony, you would stand behind her and wiggle your eyebrows and just taunt tony endlessly

no! tony cannot remember your mom’s birthday for the life of him! you are his calendar now

“dude, why dont you just ask JARVIS to remind you?”

“i may be a genius, but that doesn’t mean i have common sense”

“wise words, sir” -JARVIS

when tony disappeared for 3 months you were so sad???? like you were not okay at all

no

and when he came back, he literally exited the plane saying “WHERE’S ‘T-POTT??’”

(your wonderful nickname. ‘t’ for ‘tony jr.’ and ‘pott’ for ‘potts’)

“my mom missed you”

“oh, i bet she did”

“you turned my child into you, tony. i will never forgive you for this”

“well, at least y/n was here to fill in for me, huh?”

tony wanted to show you the arc reactor but he was actually afraid of scarring you lmfaoooo

but he did let you in on the iron man secret (he knew you wouldn’t snitch)

and just to make sure:

“if you dont tell anyone, i’ll buy you a car when you turn 16”

“man, that’s like, forever away”

“good, maybe you’ll forget by then”

ur mom kinda maybe sorta found out abt iron man :/ she told you that tony was a bad influence

“mom! no, tony’s cool! he’s like a superhero”

“no, sweetie, he’s a rich guy with issues. we’re leaving”

that didn’t last long

not long at all

and soon they FINALLY got together

“jeez, i thought you two would never stop pining after each other”

“couldnt have done it without my wingman” -tony *fistbump*

“as thanks can i have my own iron man suit?”

“yes.” *pepper glaring at him* “no.”

sooner or later your mom and you moved into tony’s house and you got a really big room!!!!

it was completely decked out

king sized bed, flatscreen tv, mini-fridge, microwave, computer, your own bathroom with a smaller tv, a poster of tony??? (you vandalized it and put it in his workshop), and more!!!

okay you were spoiled

“do you like it here? are you sure i made the right choice?” -pepper

“are you kidding, mom? this is awesome! plus, you’re happy, i’m happy, tony’s happy, i think JARVIS is even happy!”

“i am, mx. potts. simply ecstatic” -JARVIS

pepper was really happy!! it was a pretty cool family

you started giving your school tony’s number if you ever got in trouble, you knew he’d cover for you

“mr. potts, is it?”

“sure”

“your child, y/n, punched another student in the face today. we’re very disappointed in their behavior”

“why’d they punch the kid?”

“well, the other student punched y/n first”

“HAH! thank you for wasting my time. send y/n back to class and call me back if something important comes up”

he literally gave you a high five when you got home

“i gave him a black eye!”

“i couldn’t be more proud. i mean, i dont condone violence, but self defense is a whole other story”

a little help in the workshop, tony asks you to hold the flashlight

“why don’t you get one of your robots to hold this for you?”

“are you kidding me, you’re complaining? we’re having stepdad/stepkid bonding time! and dum-e can’t do anything right, i dont trust him”

youve had a few theme park trips as a family ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

also tony has 100% told you to wait in the car and then left you alone for 2+ hours

“i’m not like a regular dad, im a step-dad. want some beer? you can have a little sip. i’d rather you do it in the house”

your mother actually does love how he actually cares about you!

“y/n is 12% my responsibility” -tony

“tony, you are impossible” -pepper

no avengering for you! pepper said no!!!!!!

disappointed but not surprised

iron man 3: y/n potts is put through the wringer

Text Message to Mr. Tony: bro you better come get your girl, me and happy are watching this other guy flirting with her. he’s showing her pics of his ‘big brain’

Mr. Tony: HE WHAT

Text Message to Mr. Tony: Tony he looks creepy i don’t want him to be my new stepdad do something!!!

anyways ur house kinda blew up and ur mom and you kinda got kidnapped and u were right abt that guy being creepy and thankfully no experiments were done on you but like your mom kinda almost died and her and tony were fine!!! all good in the end

you met mr. col. james rhodes that day

“aw, you’re the kid ive heard so much about” -rhodey

“you mean the coolest kid in the world?check.”

“you cant tell me you aren’t tony’s biological child, good god”

you got to meet the avengers later on too! (you’d already met natasha tho, only briefly)

“i know it can be a little overwhelming, right? meeting all these heros, legends even—” -rhodey

“oh, my god, is that thor? thor!!” -you, leaving rhodey in the dust

literally why does pepper trust you around tony something always goes wrong there were literally robots attacking, you were only at avengers tower bc your mom was busy with the company and she thought you’d be safe with the avengers. the AVENGERS.

“please dont tell your mom that i created a bad robot that tried to kill us. the robot will be the least of our problems” -tony

he made happy pick you up and you had to miss out on FUN and it sucked a lot

“it’s okay, y/n! i’m fun, too!” -happy

then your mom and tony took a break and your life got mega-boring for a while, but they weren’t separated for that long. you try not to think about it. it was brutal

Mr. Tony: Does she miss me?

New Message to Mr. Tony: I think so. Either that or she’s crying and drinking wine in the dark for no reason.

Mr. Tony: Damn it, now I feel bad. I miss her a lot. Oh, also, the Avengers say ‘hi,’ I’m in Germany with some bad news, I’ll explain later if you don’t see it on TV first, and I found you the perfect friend! His name is Peter and I think you’d like the school he goes to, it’s in Midtown. Smart kid school.

New Message to Mr. Tony: I’ll look into it, thanks. Also, I don’t like how those all connect. Please update me asap

watching the news to see several avengers arrested, cap on the run, and more!

“maybe it was good i didn’t fall in with the avengers”

tony and pepper finally got back together and you actually transferred to midtown high! peter and his friend group accepted you quickly, it was great. you and flash unfortunately had the most in common

you’d literally text happy right next to peter and he’d immediately reply to you. it hurt peter’s feelings

Momma: Sweetie! I’m working in the office late, leftovers are in the fridge, hope you have a wonderful day at school! 💕

👉👈the vulture tried to kill you for being tony’s stepkid, tony made peter promise to protect you

“y/n, you gotta stay out of harm’s way. mr. stark gave me an actual mission and it’s terrifying, i have to make sure you stay safe”

legit why the fuck was this old man tryna kill you bro grow up

anyyyywayssss your mom and tony got engaged!!

“wow, i thought the day would never come!!” -you

ppl told you tony isnt your stepdad bc ur mom and him werent married but who tf asked

why is the earth always in fucking danger

you and peter were just vibing on the field trip bus and all the sudden: space donut

“go! i’ll cover for you...FRIDAY, call tony”

“...hi there, little one”

“what the fuck”

“oh, so you see the aliens, too? well, at least im not crazy”

tony stark has left the atmosphere

you and your mom were kinda......not chillin tho

she and you didn’t sleep for a few nights, then ppl just straight up disappeared

plot twist: you survived the snap and your family was lucky to be alive, you even got a little sister who became a big handful!

only bad thing was all your friends dusted and you were pretty lonely

but watching morgan grow up kept you busy

“ahhh, shes so big!”

happy times in bad times

bad times!!!!! bc after five years thanos came back as thanos from like ten years ago. outdated thanos. obsolete thanos.

but you made your first and only appearance in the suit tony actually designed for you many years ago

you should have just stayed home tho bc that fight didnt pass the vibe check

“please dont tell me he...no, no, no, no, no”

you and your mom latched onto each other in tears, tony was one of the best people in your life, he made you and your mom two of the happiest people on earth

best stepdad a kid could ever ask for

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[somedayonbroadway]

Sad Anon

Guys, Tumblr ate one of my asks. I am so upset. But, luckily, I did have a response saved before that happened.

Sad anon, this is for you.

Anon, you are never annoying, nor are you ever asking too much by wanting some Race angst, as it is my absolute favorite thing to write!

Brace yourselves. There’s angst ahead.

So, this story actually begins with Jack, like most do. Because apparently I can’t write Race without writing Jack.

Jack is seventeen at the beginning of this story. He’s had a rough life. Orphaned at four, bounced around from home to home until he lands in a boys home when he’s seven years old.

This is no ordinary boys home.

He learns fast that his new foster father, Mr. Snyder, has intentions of creating some kind of army.

And Snyder likes Jack. A little too much.

Ten years later, Jack is a trained assassin. He is extremely dangerous and has many aliases that he uses around the country. He’s Mr. Snyder’s favorite. He is trained in three different forms of martial arts, knows his way around any weapon, computer and any car, he knows seven languages. English (obviously), Spanish, French, German, Italian, Russian, and sign language.

Jack is Snyder’s best man.

It wasn’t easy for Jack to get there.

He was constantly beat and whipped and locked away in order to ensure he would work as hard as he possibly could.

Jack grew up killing people who betrayed Snyder and threatened to turn evidence over to the FBI or local cops. Snyder is known as The Spider to most people being that he has a web of crime operations around the country. Jack was apart of all of them.

And he hated it.

He tried to tell Snyder several times that he wouldn’t do it anymore.

Snyder just took him and told him he had no one else to take care of him.

Throughout all of this, Jack managed to get close to some of Snyder’s other boys. Spot Conlon most of all.

One day, Jack is sent on a mission. It’s a blackout operation. The whole family goes.

Jack doesn’t think much of it. He’d had to take out several married couples before. He was always told they were the enemy and if he didn’t follow orders Snyder would have him tortured and killed instead.

It was him or them.

Jack goes on the mission with another one of Snyder’s boys. They kill the couple no problem.

But Snyder said there were three of them.

It isn’t until Jack hears the wails that he truly stumbles.

It’s a baby. Maybe not even a year old.

The guy he’s with, Carter, goes to just do it. But Jack shakes his head, simply looking at the child. He can’t do it. And he can’t let Carter do it either.

A shot goes off. Carter falls to the ground.

And Jack takes the baby.

He runs.

He has no idea what to do. He can’t leave the baby, chances are Snyder is still after it. He can’t let Snyder kill a child. And if Snyder does decide to let the child live and Jack does call CPS, he’ll end up the same way Jack did.

So Jack does what he can.

He lays low, erases any trace he can. He takes the kid and finds a place in Manhattan. The only person he manages to contact is Spot. Spot tells him he’s making a mistake and then meets the baby who he actually ends up liking. He tells Jack he’ll help him anyway he can.

They give the baby a name. Tyler. Tyler James Kelly.

And Jack raises him like he’s his own.

As the child grows up, he believes he lives a normal life. At least, for the most part. He believes Jack is his brother. Jack homeschools him, takes him on walks, plays with him, makes him laugh.

It took Jack years to figure out how to handle a kid, being that he was hardly a kid himself.

He teaches the boy a lot of things in a much more nurturing way than Snyder taught him. He trains him in martial arts, foreign languages, computers, cars.

When the kid gets to be around eight, Jack begins to call him Racer because of how much he loves to run around the apartment and around the park.

Race picks things up very quickly. Italian and Spanish are his favorite languages to speak, ASL is a close third. But he learns the others for the most part. Russian is the only one he struggles with.

He is very good with all the martial arts training and is decent with computers. But he’s not nearly as interested in cars as Jack is. Jack loves cars. All kinds. He was always excited to test drive old, vintage cars. He loves to draw them too.

And he loves to draw people.

Race catches him one day drawing him. And he watches the whole time.

Race loves to watch Jack draw. It always calms him down. Jack loves to draw because it’s one thing about him that he didn’t learn from Snyder.

Jack’s favorite thing to do, however, is to spoil Race as much as he can. Race loves chocolate and card games and gambling. Jack let’s Race gamble with none valuable things, like candy and trinkets. They often play poker to settle meaningless arguments.

This is a long winded way of saying that for the next fifteen years, everything was pretty normal. There were only a few instances throughout Race’s life when he questions their family situation, like asking Jack why he didn’t have a mother when another boy he’d met at the park one day had. Or asking Jack why Jack was the one taking care of him. Or asking Jack if Jack was his dad because he took care of him like he was one.

Jack always managed to answer him vaguely.

But when Race is about fifteen, something happens. He’s walking home from grabbing a few groceries. When he gets inside, Jack isn’t there. Another man is. A man he’s never seen before.

A man who introduces himself as a Mr. Snyder.

Jack walks in not too long after that, coming home from work (he works as a mechanic for a garage and he’s IT at some company that I haven’t come up with yet).

Jack immediately grabs Race and gets the kid behind him. And Snyder just smirks and asks Jack if this is the boy he left everything behind for. Anthony Higgins.

Race asks what the hell hes talking about and Snyder asks if Jack ever told him anything about who he used to be. That’s when he starts to tell Race about how he trained Jack from a child. How many people Jack had killed or that Snyder knows he’s killed.

And then he asks Race why he’d never wondered why he was an orphan.

And that’s when it clicks in Race’s mind.

The kid runs.

Jack tries to stop him but isn’t fast enough. Instead, he grabs a gun and stops Snyder from going after him, which is much more important at the moment.

Eventually, Jack manages to stall Snyder and then run to try and find Race.

Race is running with tears streaming down his face. He can hardly breathe. He nearly gets hit by two cars as he’s running across the street and he stops in an alley to just break down and try to think.

It all makes sense now. Why Jack is the way he is.

He tries to call the police. Someone answers. But he hangs up. Because he doesn’t know what to say.

He stands up to start running again, but is met with a gun and an order to stay still.

Shots are fired and Race screams. The man pointing the gun at him falls to the ground and Race turns around to see Jack standing there with a gun. He goes to run. But Snyder rushes around the corner and fires at Race.

A bullet grazes the boy’s head. And he has no choice but to run back to Jack. Jack fires at Snyder and Snyder’s boys who reveal themselves.

Jack practically stage Race into a small hiding spot and covers the kid’s mouth as he begins to pass out. The last thing he hears before he falls unconscious is Jack quietly telling him to stay awake.

When he wakes up, he can feel a cool cloth against his head. He hears someone shushing him. He tries to move and realizes his hands and tied behind him, around some kind of pole. It’s a support beam. The kid opens his eyes to find Jack in front of him, cleaning blood off of his face and telling him to stay calm.

But Race immediately starts struggling. He tries to start screaming but Jack cuffs a hand over his lips and tells him that he’s doing all of this to protect him. Race tries to bite him, but Jack is too fast for that. He tells Race that he needs to stay calm. That he’s got a head injury and if he tries to move around too much he’ll get dizzy.

Race just starts crying and finally just asks Jack to tell him the truth. And so Jack does.

He tells Race that it was them or him.

Race hisses out that he murdered innocent people and Jack has to explain to race that his parents worked for Snyder willingly and were only killed because they were found out by the authorities and were going to give Snyder up to get a deal.

But he says he’s still sorry. He says that if he could change everything, he would. But he can’t.

He says that Race was the best thing that ever happened to him and that the love he had for him was the most real thing he’d ever experienced.

Then he goes over to a set up of computers and tells Race he’s trying to track Snyder to see what the next move is.

When Race asks where they are, Jack says somewhere safe. For now. And Race trusts that. He tries to guilt Jack into letting him out of the ropes, so that he can help. But Jack says he knows him better than that and Race stops asking.

He’s still angry. He can’t help but be angry. But seeing Jack a bit scared triggers something in him. He wants to help. He wants Jack to be okay.

They wait for a long time. And Jack eventually unties Race. They play poker. Race still tries to hate Jack. But it’s very difficult to hate the man who had raised him so lovingly his whole life.

Jack knows Snyder’s coming for them. But he won’t tell Race.

Only a few hours later, an alarm on his computer goes off. And Jack gets up to stop it. Race asks him what’s happening and Jack grabs his phone and gives it to Race, helping him up and leading him over to a closet. It’s only then that Race sees the tears in his brother’s eyes.

Jack dials a number and tells Race that the person on the other end is gonna ask for a name. He tells Race to say Kelly and then code pink.

Race tries to ask what’s happening but before he can, Jack pulls him into a bone crushing hug and kisses his head, telling him he loves him before locking him in the closet.

Race hears gunshots. He hears doors slamming and people screaming. He tries to bang on the door to beg to be let out, but someone answers the phone. Race whimpers out what Jack told him to and the person tells him to stay quiet and crouch down as low as he can and stay on the line with them.

Race listens to the fight going on outside until everything goes quiet. Then he just starts sobbing.

It isn’t for another hour or so that someone unlocks the door. Race is practically hyperventilating. He’s about to pass out. His head is spinning. Everything happened too fast.

He never even got to tell Jack that he loved him too.

When he gets out of the closet, he sees the mess that’s been made. The computers are shattered, there’s blood and holes in the walls.

And Jack isn’t there.

The kid let’s this stranger led him into a car and take him to a hospital. The man introduces himself as Spot. Spot Conlon.

Race doesn’t say a word the entire way.

In fact, he doesn’t speak for a long while after that.

The doctors check him out and give him stitches for the head wound, telling Race he did a good job in bandaging it up like he did. And all Race can think about is Jack.

Someone comes in. A social worker. They try to ask him questions. He doesn’t say anything. He just stares aimlessly out the window with tears streaming down his face.

They tell him they’ve found a placement for him. With a Miss Medda Larkin.

They still don’t know his name. There’s no record of him in the system. To them, he came out of nowhere. But Medda doesn’t mind.

She gives him a room and new clothes and food every night.

It’s not like it was with Jack. It’s clear that it’s not normal. Medda is kind and sweet and Race likes her. But she doesn’t play poker with him to bet on who’ll be making dinner that night. She doesn’t spare with him at night to tire him out for bed. They don’t go for full days speaking in other languages. Race doesn’t feel comfortable laying across her lap while she’s watching tv.

Race cries the first few nights he’s there. And Medda can hear him. She just doesnt know what to do.

She tries to coax the story out of him. Eventually he gives in a little and writes something down on a piece of paper.

Tyler James. Racer.

She’s ecstatic at this. She tries to get more out of him, but he refuses, mostly keeping to himself.

Race falls into a sort of depression. Medda enrolls him in a public school and that terrified Race.

The morning of his first day, he wakes up to find a bar of dark chocolate and a deck of cards on his night stand.

Race looks around for any sign of entry. He can’t find it.

He takes the chocolate and the cards and goes to his first day with a bit more peace of mind. He still doesn’t speak. But on his first day, he meets a boy. Deaf and mute with a mangled leg. Product of a sickness when he was just a baby.

Race signs with him. And he makes a friend.

Crutchie.

He tells Crutchie a little about himself. And Crutchie promises to keep all of his secrets.

Medda tries to talk to him more, even signs him up for therapy. But it still gets her nowhere. Though she can tell while the weeks pass by that Tyler is a beginning to get a bit more comfortable.

She just doesn’t know about the small gifts that he finds on his night stand every few days.

Chocolate. Drawings. Candy cigarettes.

One of Jack’s old sweatshirts.

It’s that one that Medda notices a bit. A sweatshirt she didn’t buy Race that he wears almost everyday.

Race tries to catch Jack sometimes. But he never manages it. He always falls asleep. So he tries to spot Jack on the street, knowing he must be around somewhere.

He manages that only once. And it’s only for a brief moment.

One more gift is left on his nightstand. With a letter. One that tells Race how much Jack loves him and how it’s okay it Race is mad or if Race hates him because he spent so much of his life hating himself. But the note tells Race that no matter what, there’s always someone out there for him, someone who’s on his side even if they can’t truly be together.

Race carries that letter with him everywhere.

After that, Race doesn’t receive another gift. A few of his things actually go missing. And he gets nothing in return. Not for weeks. And he starts to get a little worried.

He tries to spot Jack around, but there’s some kind of feeling in him that tells him Jack isn’t there.

About a month and a half goes by. The only person Race communicates with is Crutchie. His best friend. No one else even knows if he’s capable of real communication. Crutchie knows a lot about him. That he knows six languages and struggles with Russian. That he loves to gamble. That he has a brother he can’t see. Crutchie can read his moods really well.

Anyways, a month and a half later, Race is freaking out. He can’t decide if something bad happened or if Jack decided it was time to leave him behind.

One night, after Race goes to bed, Medda is downstairs alone. She hears something from the hallway and grabs a knife from the kitchen, believing that there was an intruder.

She was right.

When she hears that the person is close, she goes to attack, only for Race to jump in her way and block the knife. She freezes.

By now, it’s been almost a year since Race has been with Medda. He hasn’t spoken the whole time.

But in that moment, he finds his voice again.

The first thing he says in almost a year is. “I-It’s Jack! It’s j’st Jack!”

He doesn’t have to look to know that. He knows it’s Jack. He just knows. He turns around to see Jack and Jack is just staring at him like he’ll disappear. So Race asks what Jack was doing there and Jack would just rush forward and hug him and start crying uncontrollably. Eventually it would slip out.

Jack would say he thought Race was dead. And Race wouldn’t know what happened in any kind of way.

Jack would pass out in his arms. And Race would panic.

He’d start speaking in tongues because he was so panicked. Medda would recognize the language he was using most as Italian.

She’s try to calm him down by saying she’d call an ambulance. But Race grabs the phone from her hands and turns on a light, eventually able to explain in English that Jack was a criminal and Race couldn’t turn him in and risk never seeing him again.

That would just make Medda more nervous. She’d try to get Race away from Jack, but Race would shove her away and try to clean Jack up. He’d finally scream out that Jack was his brother and that he’d be dead without him.

Medda doesn’t know what else she can do but help Race find the issues.

They find Jack’s back has several fresh lushes on it. From both belts and whips. They find that Jack has several cracked and bruised ribs but most of the damage is on the outside. Medda tells Race that Jack will be okay and sets up the guest bed for him.

Race doesn’t leave his side the entire time. He helps carry Jack to the bed and he cleans the blood off of his back, causing Jack to hiss and wake up when he feels the sting.

He sees Race and starts crying again, reaching out for Race’s hand. Race takes it and cries right along with him and asks him what happened in German (because he can and he still doesn’t trust Medda completely). Jack responds in a mix of Italian and Spanish because he’s too shaken and hurt to think straight.

He tells Race that Snyder found him somehow. And this time Jack couldn’t trick them or overpower them. Snyder knocked him out and he woke up somewhere underground. He’d try to leave out as much detail as he could, not wanting Race to see him as weak or pathetic. But Race tries to pry and ask. He wants to know everything.

Eventually, Jack reveals that he was kept down there, chained down in a small room with one light in the center of the room. He got a piece of fruit or stale bread every couple days. Snyder came in everyday to torture him, telling him it was a punishment fifteen years overdue.

After about three and half weeks, Snyder came into the room with a hat that Jack has bought for Race years ago. A baseball cap that Race loved to wear backwards on his head.

There was a hole in it and blood splattered all over it.

Snyder told Jack that his last mission was now complete, leading Jack to believe that Race was dead.

Jack tells Race what that felt like, finally switching to English. He can still feel that feeling. The pure anguish he felt. He tells Race that he screamed. That he hadn’t stopped crying for days. He hadn’t slept. He hadn’t taken the food they’d brought him.

He could hardly move.

He’d tell Race that he had held that cap in his hands for a week before he truly looked at it. And he’d tell Race that he managed to escaped to see if he could still go to a funeral of some kind, just to say goodbye. To see him one more time.

And then he found him alive and well in his home.

He’d take Race hand and kiss his fingers and tell Race all he wanted to do was hug him. And Race would cry for his brother who had just been through so much.

Medda would still be trying to get Race to leave the room. She’d heard all of it.

Race wouldn’t leave. He would just grasp Jack’s hand tighter and stand his ground. So Medda would let him stay. And she’d ask what crimes Jack had committed that warranted Race calling him a criminal.

Jack doesn’t answer right away. He doesn’t know how. Eventually he tells Medda his story, explaining he would tell her everything because of what she’d done for his kid.

And by the end of Jack’s story, Medda can’t help but feel sorry for him.

Race can’t help but let the tears fall at the whole story just the same, as it’s the first time he’s ever heard it.

Medda promises to keep him safe.

But she is still hesitant about Race sticking himself to Jack’s side and tells him to give the man some space.

Jack is laid up at Medda’s for about a week before he begins to get up and walk around. He helps Medda in anyway he can, around the house mostly. He cooks for her and Race. She’s very hesitant to truly trust him, but seeing the way Race puts all his faith the man is touching to her.

She learns more about Race from Jack in two days than Race let her in on in ten months.

Jack tried to leave again after he’s fully healed. Race catches him at two in the morning, trying to sneak out his own window. So Race gets up while Jack sits on the sill. And he asks Jack if that’s how he left all the gifts. Jack explains that he had to take apart the entire window and put it all back again.

Race goes and hugs Jack as tight as he can, begging Jack not to leave him.

Jack holds him tightly and tells Race that he loves him and tries to tell him he’d be better off without him.

And then he slips out the window and climbs down into the yard. That’s when he hears Medda on the porch. He laughs about how he must be losing his touch.

She just smiles at him and walks down to give him a hug. And before Jack leaves, she gives him a key. A key to the house. She tells him to come and visit anytime he can. Because his brother needs him in his life.

Jack takes it and disappears.

But not for too long.

Jack visits Race three times a week in anyways he can. He moves into an apartment building three blocks away and tries to lead a normal life.

He does the best he can. But Snyder’s still out there somewhere.

Just waiting to strike.

And that’s the end of this outline. I know that’s an ominous ending, but I like it.

What do you all think? Questions? Concerns?

I hope this helped, Sad Anon! I’ve been feeling a bit down lately too and this definitely help me. Much love!

And, in case no one has told you today, you matter to me!

Have a great day! (Or night)

[jeawrites]

A Nolga Fic Cause ur a Nerd

David stared at his mother, shifting in his spot, throat dry as she explained to him the situation. “Yer dad and I found a better job out there… We know this’ll be hard on ye, but ye’ll make new friends, and we’ll buy ye a new phone once we get there so you can keep in touch with everyone here,” she promised. He looked to the floor for a moment, before giving a small nod. “Alright,” he agreed, his voice quiet and dragged out. “I… I’m sure this is for the better,” he added, smiling forcedly before adding, “When do we leave?” 

His mother was happy beyond belief, hugging him tightly. “Thank ye so much for understanding, Honey. We won’t be leavin’ until the last day of yer school year. Jus’ t’ give ye a chance t’ say goodbye to everyone.”

–

He probably should have taken the hint and told his friends he was leaving earlier than the day before school was out for the year. 

He sat at the lunch table, shifting in his seat in a way that made it look like he just couldn’t get comfortable. He could hardly pay attention to the sly comment Ryan made, or the response he got back from Scotty. 

He felt a hand tap him on the back and he glanced to the side, where Brian smiled at him softly. “Ye good, man?” he mumbled, glancing to their friends, who were off in a conversation of their own, before back at him with curiosity. “I dunno,” David answered, shrinking in his spot. “I…” He swallowed, before feeling a punch on his arm. He turned, while rubbing the spot, to face Tyler. He grinned at him, raising a brow. “You both talking without us? Dare I say… Gossiping?” Marcel faked a gasp and made the other laugh. 

David tried to smile but it wouldn’t form. That’s what got Brock’s attention.

Dear, loveable, and always paying attention to detail Brock. “Are you okay?” he asked. 

And, he was sure Brock was expecting a simple yes or no, not David getting teary eyed or choked up as he shook his head. Not David sobbing into his hands as he friends grew concerned and tried to comfort him. Not him excusing himself and hurrying to the hallway, and definitely not finding him in the library at the end of the day, tear stained and stressed looking, his face resting on a table.

The library stayed open an hour after school got out, so the group all pulled up a chair and sat down with David.

“Talk to us buddy,” Evan stated, nudging his shoulder gently as a sign of affection and comfort but it just hurt David more. He sat up, a sniffling mess as he wiped his eyes. “I’m… I’m move tomorrow,” he mumbled.

“You’re moving?” Tyler repeated, his face twisted in an emotion he couldn’t quite place, but he knew he didn’t like. He nodded reluctantly, and the taller glared. “What the fuck do you mean? Sense when?” he sounded surprised, angry, definitely, but confused too. “Well, I mean I won’t be here for sophomore year, or anythin’ after,” he answered, messing with his hands. “My mum and I talked and she said it’s better for the family if we move,” he trailed off. “Well when is the move?” Brian asked, chiming in hesitantly.

Oh god this was hurting. 

“Tomorrow,” he answered hesitantly, gripping his hands together as the group started to immediately freak out, only quietting down as a librarian shushed them. “How long have ye known?” Brian asked, looking at him intently. “A few months? I forgot about it t’ be fair, I didn’t think it was real,” he rubbed the back of his head, could feel a few glares, but the group kept their cool. “Did you get a sat in it?” Brock took his turn, speaking slow, looking for answers. David didn’t face him, only giving a little nod. “Did you argue to stay? I mean, you… you do wanna stay, right?” Brock asked, voice shaking some. 

He stayed silent, before sighing. “No. I don’t,” he answered. And, it hurt to lie more than anything. To tell them no, but it made things easier in some way, it made him feel better. At least they were getting rid of someone who didn’t want to be there. 

He glanced around finally, finding multiple reactions of disbelief, but mostly hurt and some anger. “Why?” Brock asked, voice dry. David knew he wanted to somehow help change his mind, but there was nothing to change in a lie. “It’s personal,” he mumbled. “So?” Marcel spoke up, glaring at him through teary eyes, “We’re your friends, we won’t judge you, David.”

He supposed there was a fairness to that, after all he knew they’d never make fun of something serious happening with someone within the group. And, if they did someone would probably confront them or punch them. So, for him to tell them it was personal and for them to accept that and not push it was almost laughable. He went to tell them he wasn’t comfortable saying, something to deepen the excise, but Tyler was already talking before he could. “What does it matter? He doesn’t wanna fucking tell us. Why should we fucking care? He probably didn’t want us to know he was moving in the first place,” he stated, looking at him with a bitter look. And, all David could do was nod. Why deny it? It wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about not telling them. 

That must’ve been the trigger to launch an already loaded bullet because the group reacted, hit him where it hurt, and then they left. Brock and Anthony a little hesitant to leave, still wanting to hear out the situation, but they were both hurt too. 

He left the school by himself. 

The next day he was able to get a few memories of his friends that stained his mind with guilt. He remembered Brock crying when he passed him in the hall, and the look he got from Brian as he comforted him. He remembered Evan not even bothering to look at him as Jonathan glared at him with tears in his eyes, though there wasn’t anger, only an aching sadness. Scotty and Marcel his stuff and vandalized his locker, Luke glared when he saw him too, but Ryan wrote him a little farewell note, Anthony tried to give him some form of a goodbye but it never quite got there, and Tyler yelled at him as soon as he spotted him leaving the school. 

He could remember the words; ‘You have one more chance, David! Turn the fuck around or we’ll never forgive you!’ ‘I swear to fuck, we’re gonna fucking kick your ass next time we see you if you get in that care!’ ‘I fucking hate you!’

He was always so great with words when he was upset. He could hear his voice cracking and some others trying to calm him down. He got to the car, and finally looked back to his friends. Tyler was being comforted by Brock, who looked to be crying with him. Evan was still refusing to look, Jon was hugging him along with Brian. Luke and Ryan were helping with that as well. Anthony watched him, and David swore he was getting hopefile, but he snapped from his thoughts as his mom told him it was time to go. He climbed into the car and they drove off.

All he did was move a few hours away, he was in the same state. 

In hindsight, David was a bit dramatic about it all. He had no reason to lie, but he did, and he mostly blamed it on his stupid Freshman brain. Being young, dumb, and unprepared to leave his friends. 

  But, it was two years ago. It shouldn’t bother him, he should be over it. He was happy where he was, new friends, a girlfriend, a steady life and a nice part-time job. He even was living a healthy life, he had grown since Freshman year, he was taller, he was cleaner, more stylish. Life was good.

  The idea of visiting his old town shouldn’t be bothering him so much. But, it was. 

  His girlfriend just wanted to go to a part in the town, it was supposed to be so much fun, and this and that. But, he just couldn’t see any good in the idea.

  “C’mon Davey,” she begged, giving him puppy eyes, “It’ll be so much fun, please!” she tugged on his arm gently, and he looked down at her, frowning softly. “I’m not sure, Ley… I don’t do well at parties, ye know that,” he sighed. She frowned and glanced off. “I know… But, I’ll be there with you- and Lui’s going so you’ll have him there! Plus, I promise to keep you company all night long!” She smiled brightly and David felt his heart melt a bit. “Alright, alright, but yer drivin’ out there,” he agreed before leaning down and giving her a little kiss on the head as she cheered softly. “You won’t regret it,” she promised. “Mhm, sure,” he teased.

  He really did hope he wouldn’t regret it, though.

  Hoped was the key word in all of this. But, from the moment they showed up to the party, the night went south. First things first, Ley had vanished nearly immediately. There goes that promise. And, he was fine with it. Maybe she was getting drinks, chatting with friends, something or another she got distracted with. It was in her nature after all and its one of the reasons David loved her. But, secondly, he spotted familiar faces. Nothing major at first, but then he noticed a familiar brunette chatting with a familiar canadian and his hear sank. Evan and Brock being here was a surprise, if only because the two weren’t the partying type. But, he supposed they wouldn’t recognize him, he was different from when he was younger. So, he hoped with that and the size of the party they wouldn’t be interacting much.

  Then David began the hunt for Ley, mostly just to make sure she was okay. Though, looking around the house for a bit got boring and he opted to texting Ley instead, as he walked to the kitchen to grab a drink. She responded that she was fine and would find him in a bit.

  Well, she didn’t have to because he found her after all. Sitting on the counter with some dude between her legs kissing up her neck. “Ley?” he asked, loud enough to be heard over the music, and watched as her eyes opened in surprise and she pushed the guy back so she could hop off the counter quickly. “David!” she exclaimed, “Oh no- Davey, it’s not what-” He held his hand up to stop her and she looked down. “Ye just needed me t’ come out here as an excuse, didn’t ye?” he asked. He wasn’t stupid, he knew her parents liked him, trusted him. He knew she used that to her advantage sometimes. 

  He watched her reluctantly nod and then grab the guys hand. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “No… No. It’s fine, I get it. We all have our reasons to do stupid things,” he looekd at her. It hurt, it did. He was definitely a little pissed, but he knew how dumb people can get over stupid things. As long as she was happy, David could find it in him to support it. “Go ahead and do what ye want, I won’t tell yer folks,” he smiled sadly and she gave him a giddy look before pulling him into a tight hug. “Thank you sososo much! I owe you, David,” she kissed his cheek before grabbing her boyfriend’s hand again and walking. “Thanks, man,” he heard the guy say as they walked off. 

  After grabbing a drink, he found a spot on the wall outside of the kitchen. He opted to texting Lui instead, Ley did say he was going to be here after all and the two were closer friends than him and Ley could have dreamt of being. They just clicked.

  He learned through a text back Lui had found some friends and went to grab some more drinks for the party, even sending a picture to show he was fine and okay. Which, David was happy for. He told him to have fun, and sipped his drink as they continued to text.

  He snickered softly as Lui sent another picture, him making a silly face with one of his friends and David was going to send one back, but he noticed someone stop in front of him, so he looked in confusion at the person.

  A person he recognized but couldn’t put a name to face. They had peach fuzz growing and they were tall. They seemed to recognize him too because they stopped and just stared for a moment before they spoke, slow, drawn out, almost hesitant. “David?” He shrunk a bit, hearing his name wasn’t a good sign. And, as he met blue eyes he regretted it more as his mouth became dry. “Tyler?” he answered, more questioned but it was taken as an answer. The American took his chance nearly immediately and he gripped him by the shirt. “So this is your party,” David breathed, and he grabbed Tyler’s wrist, swallowing thickly. “You’ve really redone the place sense-” “Save it fucker!” he spat, and pushed him towards the wall. 

  He hit his head, and the pain sort of helped him escape for a moment, something else to focus on then Tyler yelling at him. Which, he could see he was doing. He could see him just as angery as the day he left, which was bringing memories back with a vengence, seeking murder. That, mixed the bad mood he was put in after finding his girlfriend cheating on him, strained his emotions into a thin line that was threatening to snap. He could feel his throat tightening, his breathing becoming uneven and the walls were spinning as he grew dizzy. Was it just hot in here? Was everything this loud? When did Tyler become more of himself? He began to shake, he was in a lot of trouble, too much trouble, he fucked up, he shouldn’t have come back, he knew it, he knew it, now, Tyler was going to kill him! 

  He felt his shirt get released and someone new joined the party, grabbing his arm and pulling him along. A softer tone hitting him and another scolding Tyler.

  The minute he was outside, the quiet hit him. How empty and calm it was compared to inside. People were missing out, it was a nice night. “Deep breaths, okay? In and out,” a voice soothed. He couldn’t quite place a voice. When did his eyes shut? When did his face get wet? 

  The more he calmed down, the more reality crashed down. He couldn’t do much to stop sobs from leaving him, or to stop the shaking, but he was calming down.

  The minute he felt he could, he breathed in steadily, and opened his eyes, blinking a few tears away so he could focus on the face in front of him. Which, made his breath catch in his throat as he saw it was Brock.

  He stood there with worry in his eyes, but something else too that Daivd couldn’t bother to place. “Brock,” he choked out, wanting to apologize for so much, but also ask him to just leave. Instead he closed his eyes and leaned his head back, feeling it hit a wall. “Hey, buddy, come on, look at me,” he soothed softly, and David forced his eyes to open back up and peer at him. “Weren’t expecting you back,” he admitted softly, bringing a hand up to wipe his face of tears. He was always so caring, and David missed that so much. “Just punch me and get it outta the way,” he mumbled, gaining a frown. “Oh no, I’m not going to hit you,” he seemed confused, and then glanced over to the side, David joining to spot Tyler standing off, arms crossed and not looking at them. “Tyler isn’t either, despite, well, him trying to a bit ago.”

  David looked at him, before he sighed and nodded. “Okay, well, ye can let me go. If I’m not wanted, I won’t stay. I didn’t even know whose party this was,” he rubbed his face and exhaled heavily. “Dumbass,” Tyler grumbled, earning a glare from Back, before his eyes were back on David. “You can stay as long as you want. The guys would be thrilled to see you again!” he beamed. 

  That had to be a lie. On the way he left things? 

  “David,” Brock tapped him gently. “We’ve all missed you more than you would probably know,” he promised. David swallowed, and then the door opened. “Yo, Brock! You out here!” He knew that voice. It was Marcel. 

  Speaking of guys. 

  Brock gave David a reassuring look before responding. “Yeah! And, can you come here?” he called. 

  Without hesitation, Marcel stepped out and looked around before Spotting Brock, nearly immediately noticing David, and nearly immediately going from happy to down right surprised. “No fucking way,” he breathed, and walked over. “David?” he mumbled, reaching out, before laughing. “Man! I never thought I’d see you again,” he added, grabbing his shoulder after Brock moved away, pulling him into a friendly hug and David wanted to cry again. He returned the hug, holding him tight. 

  “Oh man,” Marcel chuckled, pulling back some as David loosened his hold, grinning up at him. “What’re you doing in town?” he asked. Tyler looked betrayed as Marcel talked to David, but who could blame him. 

  David felt almost natural with reply, though he knew he shouldn’t have been. His voice still shook, he still felt near tears, but he smiled a small bit. “Was here with my girlfriend for the party,” he answered, gaining curious eyes and he knew what was coming so he added, “Found her cheating on me and was gonna leave. Tyler caught me before I could.” Marcel’s face dropped, and that caught Brock and Tyler’s attention to. “You were cheated on?” Tyler asked, a skeptical tone in his voice and he glared. “Jesus fuck, I was just going to kick your ass a bit, but that sounds worse,” he rubbed the back of his neck before sighing. “Sorry, dude. Cheating sucks, I should know. I was cheated on last year,” he rolled his eyes. 

  It felt weird, talking to them again. It felt weird having them suddenly on his side, talking to him. Tyler had such a change in tone and so quickly. It was unreal. Brock had texted the others. Evan, Ryan, all of them had come outside and were catching up with him, threatening to hunt the girl down for confrontation as they were caught up to speed but mostly denied. 

  He wasn’t uncomfortable, but confused, lost to the situation and just as to why they were being so nice. Hell, Brian was clinging to his side, arm around his waist as he laughed and told a story.

  “I thought ye’d all be mad,” he mumbled, suddenly and it caught their attention. “Mad? David, we’re ecstatic to see ye!” Brian stated, smiling at him. “But I left ye all, and not even n a good way… I figured ye’d still be mad,” he pointed out. Evan moved forward, punched him on the shoulder gently and shrugged. “We missed our dumbass,” he teased. “And… we’ve all sorta regretted leaving things how we did. Except Ryan, of course.” 

  Ryan chuckled. “Being mean gets you nowhere,” he stated with a shrug to follow. 

  David felt tears form again and he started laughing, a few slipping. “Fuck me, I’ve missed ye all too!” he brought a hand up to wipe his eyes but more tears formed. The group all exchanged words of support and such until they heard a surprised voice by the door. “David?” 

  David looked over, a fond smile spreading across his face as he watched Lui run over, quickly ranking him down and looking at his teary face. “Who made you cry?” he demanded, pout forming on his lips. “Do I gotta beat someone up?” David laughed, shaking his head. “No, no. Calm down you fiery midget,” he teased, gaining a small laugh in response. “Who’s your friend, David?” Brock asked, looking to Lui with a smile. Lui worked on wiping away David’s tears and David answered sweetly. “This is, Lui. My favorite dumbass,” he chuckled as the felt Lui pinch his cheek and then let go so David could stand up straight. “I’m not a dumbass, if anything I’m smarter than this fucker?” he pointed out. 

  Laughter rang and Lui clicked.

  They all did.

  The night began to die down and Lui was caught up to speed about most of the situation, even the story on what happened between David and the group.

  Lui gave Ley an earful as soon as he spotted her leaving the party. 

  David exchanged numbers with his group and Lui offered him a ride home, which he accepted of course.

  They took off, and the ride was mostly quiet until Lui began to speak. “Hey… David? Can I ask you a question?” he looked at him before back to the road, gripping the wheel lightly and sucking on his lip. “Yeah, ‘course Lui,” he answered, looking at him with a tired smile. 

  “I uhm… Look, once you feel better about the way you and Ley left things, I’m wondering… I mean, I was hoping you’d wanna go out with,” he swallowed, “Me?” 

  David stared at him, watching Lui shrink under his gaze and then he chuckled, loose and full of a fond feeling. “I’d love too,” he answered. “Y’know, I knew things with Ley weren’t workin’,” he mumbled, leaning over to lean onto Lui some. “She became distant, started leaving me to talk on the phone, would tell her parents she was out with me when she wasn’t,” he sighed softly, “But… Y’know, I think she’s gonna be happier now that I know. She’s a nice girl.” He shook his head and then moved a bit so he could kiss Lui’s cheek. “How about next weekend?” he offered, “We can go out then, and ye can show me if yer really worthy of me.” It was a tease, and he was happy to get a laugh from Lui. 

  “Next weekend then.”

  “I’ll be waitin’.”

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HAppy BDAY JEA, ILY So much and I hope its a good one!!

[theabominableblogger]

Rewatching “Attack of the Clones”

Why yes, I am doing this.  Because why not?

My apologies in advance because this post is so long...

*starts singing the Star Wars theme*

ARMY OF THE REPUBLIC!

OK, now you it’s a bad sign when they pan up.

They did it in Rogue One but I’m excusing that movie because it’s awesome

“There was no danger after all.”  Bullshit, Typo.

*Corde dies*  AND THEY BLOW YOU UP!  BOOM!

Wait, there’s an Imperial siren going off in the background.

PLO KOON!

Barriss!

Sly Moore!

LUMINARA!!!

Plo Koon’s prosthetics look terrible in the movies

Is that Uncle Ono from TCW in the hologram?

*starts imitating Ki Adi Mundi when he says “He’s [Dooku] a political idealist, not a murderer.” *

Fun Fact:  the guy who plays Ki Adi Mundi is the Ood in “Doctor Who.”  Mind blown.

I hate Obi-Wan’s mullet in this movie.

Obi-Wan’s like “freaking get me outta here” when Anakin compliments Padme

You can tell how much makeup they put on Natalie Portman in this scene.

“It’s overkill, Master.”  Obi-Wan’s the kill master...

“She hardly even recognized me...”  God dang it, Anakin.

*Jango Fett hands off the assassin centipedes*  God the green screen...

She [Padme] has the most unnatural sleeping position

Man, I feel bad for all the actors in the prequels.

How is R2 asleep and not hearing those bugs??

Fun Fact:  the SFX team used grapefruit to make the noises of the centipedes

OK, you’d be able to feel a bug crawling up your arm.

Imagine if Anakin freaking beheads Padme instead of the centipedes?

Cue end music.

“Stay here!”  BUT I...

Anakin, just fly freaking straight!

Gotta dramatically take my face cover off...

“I hate it when he does that.”

Which implies Anakin has done this before...

Anakin climbing on top of the bounty hunter’s airspeeder is almost exactly like Kanan on top of Fenn Rau’s ship in “The Protector of Concord Dawn“ except Kanan doesn’t lose his lightsaber.

OUR RIDE’S HERE!

Here’s a challenge:  try to identify all the freaking alien species in this Coruscant bar

Must be a Halloween party going on...

Did she just say “sleamo?”

Yep, I think she’s dead, Anakin.

SHAAK TI!

Yeah, you’re [Jedi Council] gonna let this horny 19 year old Padawan escort the love of his life back to her home without anyone else to help out.

GREEN SCREEEEEEEENNN!!

*Padme tells Jar Jar to fill her place in the Senate while she’s away*  Nooo....

The window cleaning droids!

Those are some huge ass robes on Anakin

Oh my God, Anakin...

“Sorry, m’lady.”  *groans*

I didn’t realize Padme’s handmaiden was crying!  Now I feel sad now!

OK, they can tell Anakin’s a Padawan:  he has his braid still in!  At least bobby pin in so that it blends in!

YOU WANNA CUP OF JAWA JUICE????

I freaking love this scene between Dexter and Obi-Wan.  Shut up.

Ewan McGregor’s got a little dimple or something on his forehead and I can’t stop looking at it.

“Hey, no droids!  Get out of here!”  says a droid

Padme just really likes wearing doilies in this movie.

AN:  Heads up, we’re only fifty minutes in at this point.

“We are encouraged to love.”  That’s a really loose interpretation, Anakin.

Take a shot every time Anakin says something really creepy about Padme in this movie.

*Obi Wan talks in the youngling class*  [gasp] Imagine if one of them is Kanan?

I don’t know whether or not he was an Initiate at this point.

*goes to consult the “Last Padawan” comic*

Wow, sudden scene change within a sentence!

SIO BIBBLE!

OH MY GOD, ANAKINNNNNNN....

The voice of Lama Su (Anthony Phelan) is so cool.

I DON’T LIKE SAND.  IT’S COARSE AND ROUGH AND IRRITATING AND IT GETS EVERYWHERE.

*DEEP INHALE*

There was literally no point to that scene other than to give Anakin and Padme an opportunity to kiss.

*whispers*  One of those clones is Rex....

So many freakin’ CGI clones...

And now a picnic...

“They [Jedi mind tricks] only work on the weak-minded.”  That’s a compliment, Padme.

“I’d be much too frightened to make fun of a Senator.”  But I am anyway!!!

*Anakin rides one of those living potatoes*  Behold, the Chosen One.

*Anakin falls off*  SO FAKE!!!

*Anakin and Padme roll around*  They’re not even on a hill!

*deep inhale*

I love how they got the same kid who played Boba Fett here back to play Boba in TCW

What’s with these weird close ups?

*Jango tells Boba something*  Please someone teach me how to speak Mandao’a.

Damn, look at the cuts on Jango’s face.

Apparently, George Lucas told Hayden Christensen and Natalie Portman to improvise in the “aggressive negotiations with a lightsaber” scene but it went really NSFW really quick so they had to stop after the “negotiations with a lightsaber” line.

God, why does Padme wear that halter dress in THIS scene?

There is no reason why she should have changed from the previous scene.

God, you can tell how nonexistent the chemistry is.

“I’m haunted by the kiss you should never have given me.”  Well wait a minute, you kissed each other back and Anakin initiated it!

“My heart is beating, hoping that kiss does not become a scar.”

*GRIMACES IN IMMENSE PAIN*

God, Anakin, do you have to be so ANGRY?!?

WHY DOES PADME NOT SAY ANYTHING?!?

“You are asking me to be rational.”  YES, BE RATIONAL!!

*groans*  The dialogue in this freaking scene...

So they kinda vaguely wrap up the whole Sifo-Dyas C-plot in TCW but even then, we’re like WTH?

*Yoda says the Jedi can’t use the Force*  That’s like saying the Pope can’t talk to God.

“Jedi don’t have nightmares.”  Lies.

“I have to help her.”  *groans*

Slave I!

Obi-Wan, that lightsaber is your life.

Oh my God, the green screen!

Sorry, Obi-Wan, you would have no arm left after that stop.

Jango freaking bumped his head on the door...

What is with Padme’s costume here?

What is this explosion disc thing Jango uses to try to get rid of Obi-Wan?

*in best young Boba Fett voice* GET ‘IM, DAD, GET ‘IM!  FI-YAH!

Just a random thought:  what do the clones in TCW think of the Fetts?

I love this shadow shot of Anakin and Padme saying goodbye.

This is “Duel of the Fates!”  Why is it playing here?

Unless they’re referring to the fact that Anakin’s fate changes whether or not his mother is alive or not.  That sort of thing.

How do the Separatists not know Padme is still alive?  Unless Anakin does such a good job at hiding Padme on Naboo and Tatooine...

“The banking clan will sign your treaty!”  *in best alien voice*  ALSO I GOT MY HEAD STUCK IN A CAR DOOR!

This staccato music here when Anakin sneaks into the Tusken Raider camp is actually kinda cool.

The ten-second mother-son chemistry between Hayden Christensen and Pernilla August is probably the most compelling thing in this movie.

This music though.

Oh my God, the way Mace sits down!

OK Anakin, explain this body [Shmi’s corpse].

“OK, Hayden, just glare at the screen.  There ya go.”

“I’m good at fixing things.”  You know what you have to fix though?  Your mental state.

What is this hippie dress Padme’s wearing?

“I killed them.”  Did you kill them all?

“I killed them all.”  They’re all right, right?”

“They’re dead.”  Oh, so just the men.

“Not just the men.“  Oh, but like the old men?

“But the women-”  What?!?  But not the children!

“-and the children too.”  But they’re people!

“They’re like animals!  And I slaughtered them like animals!”  But you don’t hate them!

“I hate them!”

“To be angry is to be human.”  To kill Sand People divine.

Anakin is the worst friend ever.  His father figure is being held captive, and what does he do?  Listen to the Council like a sissy.

Oh my God, freaking Jar Jar, no...

Why does Obi-Wan’s ray shield cell spinny?

Wait, I forgot Dooku trained Qui-Gon!

“Dellow felegates.”  *immediately slams head on desk*

Oh my gosh, pterodactyls!

“I love democracy.  I love the Republic.”   I love it.. so much!

“I’m not a freaking goblin.”  says the freaking goblin.

*Anakin and Padme sneak through a tunnel on Geonosis*  This is like “The Great Mouse Detective,” where Basil and Dawson go through the sewer pipe to get to Ratigan’s lair.

When I was little, I used to be able to imitate and time the smashing machine on the assembly line.

*3PO gets into a mess*  Just... erase this whole gag entirely.

*rolls eyes loudly*

How did Anakin not see that mechanical arm swinging toward his face?

Ani, you have no arm at this point.

Imagine if Padme gets burned by lava.

None of the original trilogy happens.  Cue end credits music.

“Not again.  Obi-Wan’s gonna kill me.”

*in best Obi-Wan voice*  I hate it when he does that.

“I thought we weren’t going to fall in love.”  WHO D’YOU THINK YOU’RE KIDDING/ HE’S THE EARTH AND HEAVEN TO YA!

My love for Obi-Wan’s snark in this scene knows no bounds.

*Geonosians cheer when the Separatists cheer*  Heck yeah, I’d cheer for Christopher Lee too!

“She [Padme] seems to be on top of things.”  But not on top of Anakin yet.

[I am forcibly removed from the fandom] 

*starts imitating the nexu*

Wait, isn’t that big mantis crab thing from Ryloth?

Wait, nevermind:  the acklay are from some planet called Vendaxa.

*Padme lands in the saddle*  Sorry, you’d have no kids after that landing.

*starts imitating Nute Gunray saying “Jango!  Finish her off!” *

*The Jedi invade the gladiator arena*  HECK YEAH!

*starts naming off all the Jedi because I can*

GREEN SCREEN!

This whole scene was filmed on a green screen.

There was no point to that flip, Mace.

*Mace hits that rhino thing*  NOOOO!!!!

*Jango kills the rhino*  NOOOO!!!

Boba’s in the corner like “Whaat?  My dad just died??”

Kit Fisto’s smile.  Oh my God.

*3PO makes jokes while being dragged back to his appropriate body*  [groans] Just... kill me...

AAYLA SECURA!!!

*Ki Adi Mundi helps Kit Fisto onto the clone trooper ship*  Whaddya bet Ki Adi Mundi and Kit are like best buds?

What language is the Geonosian language based on?

“We must get the Star Destroyers back into space.”  When did your voice change?!?

“If they [the Jedi/the Republic] find out what we are planning to build, we are doomed.”  Circle inside of a circle?

*Dooku flies to his ship via speeder*  The Hoveround takes me where I wanna go...

What is this shaky cam zoom on the clones?

“We’re out of rockets, sir.”  HOW???

“Don’t let your personal emotions get in the way!”  OK, Obi-Wan totally knows that Anakin and Padme are a thing.

Sooo... why was Dooku’s ship halfway across the desert?

Because we needed dramaaa??

GREEN SCREENNNN!!!

My personal headcanon is that the clone that falls off the ship with Padme is Rex.

DOOKU’S FREAKY ASS SMILE!!

*Obi-Wan gets injured*  OK, man, get up.  You’ve survived worse.

*Anakin destroys the wire for the lighting*  DRAMATIC LIGHTING!

THEY’RE NOT EVEN HITTING EACH OTHER!

What is this Force-measuring contest between Dooku and Yoda?

There’s literally no point to it.  It’s just Dooku going “My use of the Force is bigger than yours!’

[I am forcibly removed from the fandom]

*Yoda catches the Sith Lightning with his hand*  OK, so this is totally unrelated, but in the Star Wars Force Arena game, you can get Kanan as a character, and HE DOES THAT!

FILONI, EXPLAIN!

*Yoda just jumps off the ship*  HARDCORE PARKOUR!

Why doesn’t Obi-Wan move himself and Anakin away from the falling pillar?  Are they just that injured?  Obi-Wan, you just have a cut on your arm and leg; you can move.

ANAKIN AND PADME ARE MAKING OUT RIGHT IN FRONT OF YODA AND OBI-WAN!!!

“Do you believe what Count Dooku said about Sidious controlling the Senate?”  He IS the Senate!

Where are all the other chairs?

“Begun, the Clone War has.”  Best line in the movie.  It’s also the last line in the movie.

Is Mas Amedda just yawning in the background?

Padme is just covered in doilies.

IT’S OVER!

*goes and watches the entirety of TCW*