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ohhohoho Cody. Big fucking scary commander of the 212th. Marshal Commander. Highest rank a clone can hold. Nasty fucking scar curling around his brow. Spin-kicks droids, dog-piled Grievous, gave Slick an uppercut that knocked him out of a monologue about personal choice and freedom into next Tuesday. Lead the assault on Utapau. That's the guy .
the guy who painted a sun on his armor. Who, in 2003TCW and RotS, is shown constantly having dumb fucking banter with his general. "When have I ever let you down?" / "I think you'll be needing this." / "YESSIR WE'RE RIGHT ON SCHEDULE" he's way funnier than people give him credit for
A sun. He has a sun on his armor. There was a point in his life where he saw a sun for the first time, which is a curious (mis)fortune, and decided that that'd be him. A sun. After years of Kamino's white lab-lights . Years of sameness on Kamino, the clones get sent out and the jedi let them. Paint their armor. Have this shell mean something. And the first thing he thinks of is a little orange sun
They didn't NEED to have a named clone with a sun painted on his armor and two (2!) antennas attached to it in Revenge of the Sith OR TCW ('03). They didn't need to give him lines that endeared us to him like that, for as little screentime as he had .But they did
My name is General John MacNamara of the United States Military Special Unit P.E.I.P. (we call it Peep) and a lot of people tell me I look like Jeff Blim (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!).
I knew Cody's armor was gonna be different cause reasons but to actually see him in that gray mockery? Fucking christ did that hurt
something i realized thats been driving me insane about this scene is the lighting.
look at him. he’s casted in orange light. his armor color from the war. the Mandalorian armor color for freedom.
as he sits there and disobeys the Empire, as he sits there and negotiates (after Rampart says word for word “we do not negotiate.”) and he’s painted in orange light.
as he sits there and proves that he’s still the person he was during the war- one of the best people, good to the bone- he is shining in his color. the Empire tried to take who he was from him with the chip, and they took his orange from him and painted it over with grey, but here he is proving he’s just as good and kind as he’s always been and here he is still covered in orange.
light and color symbolism you will be the DEATH of me
"Commander Cody is a bottom,” I say into the mic.
The crowd boos. I begin to walk off in shame, when a voice speaks and commands silence from the room.
"She's right," they say. I look for the owner of the voice. There in the 2nd row stands: Commander Cody.
I take back everything I said about season 1. It was a masterpiece actually. Season 2 made me realize it's worth 🥲
Cody screenshots from the new Bad Batch s2 trailer. 👀
Im begging you do not kill him off—
Dear Filoni,
If we, as a community, are not aware of Cody and his wellbeing by Wednesday, we will raid your house and beat you with sticks. This is not a threat, but a promise.
Sincerely, me and many others
I just feel like since they went all topsy-turvy with the plot lines they could've at least kept David alive maybe
rwrb quotes that make me go feral:
Alex throws his head back and laughs handsomely, loud and false. "Go fuck yourself"
"Hardly enough time", Henry says
(page 36)
"I had a magazine with his face on it at my desk, once, because I was in it and he happened to be on the cover.
"You stared at it for an hour"
(page 59)
He stares at the screen, at his own message, for a few seconds too long, suddenly afraid it was a stupid thing to say. He shakes his head, puts the phone down. Locks it. Changes his mind, picks it up again. Unlocks it. Sees the little typing bubble on Henry's side of the conversation. Puts the phone down. Looks away. Looks back. [...]
He would really appreciate it if Henry would stop proving him wrong.
(page 72)
"Okay", Alex says.
"Okay", Henry agrees.
"Okay", Alex says again.
(page 83)
"Christ, you are as thick as it gets", he says, and he grabs Alex's face in both hands and kisses him
(page 107)
In his head, he tries to cobble a list together in a panic, gets as far as, One, Henry's lips are soft, and short-circuits
(page 108)
and texts Alex at weird hours of the night: You're a mad, spiteful, unmitigated demon, and I'm going to kiss you until you forget how to talk
(page 158)
Alex's heart goes so fucking weird that he has to put his head in his hands for a full minute
(page 160)
He rolls onto his stomach, considers, and very deliberately says "Baby".
It's become a thing: baby. He knows it's become a thing. He's slipped up and accidentally said it a few times, and each time Henry positively melts and Alex pretends not to notice, but he's not above playing dirty here.
There's a slow hiss of an exhale across the line, like air escaping through a crack in the windows.
(page 166)
"I miss you", Alex says before he can stop himself.
He instantly regrets it, but Henry says, "I miss you too"
(page 173)
And through it all, Alex realizes with a start: He has friends now
(page 201)
I'll be damned but I miss you
(page 203)
"And you are good. Most things are awful most of the time, but you're good"
[...]
Henry kisses his mouth over and over again and says quietly, "You are good"
(page 230)
"Oh my God, I thought you were getting into international relations or something"
"I mean, technically-"
"If you finish that sentence, I'm gonna spend tonight in jail"
(page 233)
"Would it make any difference at all if I told you not to see him again?"
"No"
(page 234)
History, huh? Bet we could make some
(page 241)
Should I tell you that when we're apart, your body comes back to me in dreams? That when I sleep, I see you, the dip of your waist, the freckle above your hip, and when I wake up in the morning, it feels like I've just been with you, the phantom touch of your hand on the back of my neck fresh and not imagined? That I can feel your skin against mine, and it makes every bone in my body ache? That, for a few moments, I can hold my breath and be back there with you, in a dream, in a thousand rooms, nowhere at all?
(page 242)
Goddamn, I love him. It keeps coming back to him, and it's getting harder to look into Henry's soft smiles and not say it.
(page 261)
"So glad you flew here to insult me-"
"I fucking love you, okay?, Alex half yells, finally, irreversibly
(page 271)
He tells his too-fast brain: Don't miss it this time. He's too important
(page 275)
When Alex was a kid, before anyone knew his name, he dreamed of love like it was a fairy tale, as if it would come sweeping into his life on the back of a dragon one day. When he got older, he learned about love as a strange thing that could fall apart no matter how badly you wanted it, a choice you make anyway. He never imagined it'd turn out he was right both times
(page 280)
At cruising altitude, he takes the chain off his neck and slides the ring next to the old house key. They clink together gently as he tucks them both under his shirt, two homes side by side
(page 291)
I thought, if someone like that ever loved me, it would set me on fire
(page 300)
"You and me and history, remember? I'm never gonna love anybody in the world like I love you. So, I promise you, one day we'll be able to just be"
(page 312)
on the map of you, my fingers can always find the green hills, wales. cool waters and a shore of white chalk. the ancient part of you carved out of stone in a prayerful circle, sacrosanct. your spine's a ridge i'd die climbing
(page 320)
He takes a breath. "But the thing is, jumping off cliffs is kinda my thing. That's the choice. I love him, with all that, because of all that. On purpose. I love him on purpose"
(page 344)
He called Henry the North Star once. That wasn't bright enough
(page 399)
He would have taken Henry's face in both hands and kissed him hard and deep and on purpose and said, "Take anything you want and know you deserve to have it"
(page 407)
Henry's smiling so wide and bright that Alex thinks his heart's going to break trying to hold the size of this entire moment, the completeness of it, a thousand years of history swelling inside his rib cage
(page 414)
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