Can Anyone Show Me How To Disassociate To The Point Where I Enter The Void?

Honestly... Yeah this makes sense. But he'd probably get tired of me cause I'm chaotic stupid

I would suggest he do the same for you, but you're already cold hearted

What if, theoretically, someone had a Gonk droid that they droidnapped but would now wish to give the Gonk away (this is definitely not my case)? What would someone (not me) do in that case?

I would advise you to look up the definition of "theoretically" and consider choosing a different adverb.

How can you support this show

Creating content does not imply unequivocal support. But I'll bite. Despite its many sins, particularly with regard to representation (which is not unique among Lucasfilm stories - please read that linked post if you haven't before), I would ask, after viewing the show:

💀 Could you have more compassion for a veteran struggling to transition, recalling the whiplash of a tremendously capable Sergeant suddenly barely being able to feed his family while they live out of their car?

✋🏾 Could you more readily accept that trauma recovery is a fractious, nonlinear path, and "grumpiness" might actually herald the affected regaining sense of self by re-asserting their commitment to justice?

⚡ Could you have more patience with people whose brains work a little differently, appreciating that a blunt and unemotional communication style might not belie callousness, but represent their genuine effort to connect?

💣 Could you create more space to recognize that a scarred and physically intimidating person might also have the greatest capacity for gentleness, kindness, and emotional intelligence?

⌖ Could you offer more grace to people who are difficult to reach, because perhaps a facade of cool, unaffected competence punctuated by a quick temper is a natural reaction to achievement-based acceptance culture and the fear that if we lose control even for a moment, the consequences will be our fault?

None of this changes anything. It doesn't redeem the show's inherent issues; in fact, the good qualities only stoke my frustration because a viewer has to claw through some pretty devastating failures to see them. But that trade-off is not an anomaly in television, media, or frankly in the world. The meaningful themes that make The Bad Batch more than pretty pixels still persist. I'll leave it there.

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Everyone in Torrent was convinced Fives was responsible for the pranks they suffered. It made sense, right? They began when Echo and Fives joined them, and Echo was too rule-abiding to be responsible. When Echo tragically fell at the Citadel, they continued. So, it has to be Fives... right?

Surprise, surprise, it had been Echo in the state, who though the was sly until Jesse cornered him. After the Citadel mission, Jesse took over and continued the pranks.

No matter how much Fives wailed and denied his involvement, no one believe him. No one. Which was rather ironic, since they all knew that Fives couldn't lie to save his life and Echo... had always been remarkably good at it.

Fives wasn't the trickster, the prankster, the troublemaker everyone made him out to be. It was Echo or the spirit of Echo that lived in, honored by a dutiful Jesse.

Unbeknownst to any of them, there was one who knew... But, how often did anything slip past Captain Rex?

He just smirked as Fives tried to state a case in his defense and Kix yelled at him for the glitter bomb in his trunk.

What’s your love language?

I did not need to have this in my mind, but it will now live rent free in my head forever

Anakin requests hard copies of his casualty reports after every campaign. Rex hand-delivers them and watches the General disappear into his quarters - it will take him 20-30 minutes before he’s ready to transmit anything to the council or senate. For two years, Rex doesn’t think much of the little routine.

Then the Resolute is ambushed during Skywalker’s prep time. The General bursts out of his quarters and asks Rex to finish up the transmission while he joins the dogfight outside.

On his desk, the casualty report. Beside each CT number on the list, in bunched, angular handwriting, is each clone’s name. This is the sheet going straight to the senate - perhaps the only legal document on which their actual names would ever be found. Skywalker immortalizing them in the only way he can.

Rex completes the list in his own sharp scrawl. It sends successfully, and he and the General never discuss it. But when he can, Rex hangs in the hall outside Skywalker’s quarters after delivering the reports, guarding the sacred space. It’s never lost on him - this may be the closest thing to a funeral the fallen 501st will get.

Didn't say no

The lab's all set up, boss.

Actually, Hunter's the boss. I merely chauffeur everyone, design everything, and devise ingenious solutions to all of our problems.

I found out by my group chat sending this monstrosity

Still giggling that the way I found out the queen died was me getting railed and the news popping on in the background

I think we moved on from this piece of info way too quickly; I need all his thoughts on rebels and clone wars immediately