Apple Juice. If They Pour Anything Else, I'll Come Back And Haunt Them

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

“Haha isn’t it funny that Neil Gaiman is the only celebrity we haven’t run off this site?” Actually no, it isn’t funny that tumblr has repeatedly launched harassment campaigns against every vaguely popular person who dared to be accessible and no, we didn’t “decide to let Neil stay”, he’s received a metric shitton of harassment he just refuses to be bullied off of social media by a bunch of teenagers with nothing better to do than to be shitty to people online just because they’re there

Nah, I just know the sound of someone getting the crap kicked outta them when I hear it. Just wanted to embarrass you :)

Not an actual tooka but rate my tooka?

Dark markings over half his face. Always looking up at me. Maintains a good attitude despite the circumstances. Absolutely don't need another one of these, 4/10

What’s your love language?

Nah, I just know the sound of someone getting the crap kicked outta them when I hear it. Just wanted to embarrass you :)

Not an actual tooka but rate my tooka?

Dark markings over half his face. Always looking up at me. Maintains a good attitude despite the circumstances. Absolutely don't need another one of these, 4/10

I assumed you got lung damage from cigarettes or something. Not a toothpick. Then again I'm not the brightest person in the galaxy

Do you buy toothpicks in bulk? And have you ever choked on one before?

Why do you think my voice sounds like this

Fettuccine Alfredo. I know I'm basic

Send me your favorite pasta dish that isn't spaghetti and I will tell you an obscure thing that makes Captain Rex cry on a normal day.

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.

if Crosshair and Wolffe met

Crosshair: we don’t usually work with regs

Wolffe: yeah well i don’t usually put up with talking twigs.

Wolffe: *catches toothpick*.

Crosshair: *violently shakes

Art by Boris Groh