1. Crosshair

Headcannon that Anakin and Ahsoka are both vine children and they always quote them on missions, and Obi Wan has absolutely no idea what they are talking about

And then after like a year, they got all the clones to talk in vines too

Me seeing the Mando girlies getting the happy ending us Bad Batch girlies dreamed of

Rex in S1 E7: Battle Scars

The range of emotion in this man's face... From awkward gentleness to fierce protectiveness to vulnerability to reflection... Beautiful.

DO YOU REALIZE WHAT WE'VE DONE?!

Collectively, as a fandom, with the wonderful variety of talents that we represent?!

We've taken the source material (TCW and TBB in this case) and expanded it into this whole world, fleshing out each character with layers and layers that somehow all go together. We took a few scenes and created a ripple effect of art pieces, fanfics, mood boards, playlists, one-shots, comic strips, and so much more... and it all FITS.

Like, I think of any one of these beloved characters, and they exist not only on the screen but in this whole expanded world where we somehow all got the same ideas about them and ran with it.

It's an incredible thing to be a part of. <3

So here's to you -- artists, writers, musicians, and creatives of all types. Give yourself some credit and reblog to spread the love.

literally sick, we didn’t deserve obi wan

On Umbara

Rex: I think we're missing something

Fives: Teamwork?

Jesse: Cohesion?

Kix, in full medic mode: HALF OF OUR FUCKING BATTALION?!

Bad Batch Season 3, Episode 11: Crosshair trips on a pebble and performs the worse shot known to man

Honestly iconic

Ok I’m going extra filthy for this one! 😜

92. “Fuck, knowing that you’re walking around filled with my cum has me so hard.”

With…….Cody. 🤭

👀 Oh my…well let’s jump right into it, shall we?

Pairing: Cody x fem!Reader

Warnings: piv sex, creampies, dirty talk, Cody 😩

Word count: 595 (new record!!!)

“Be a good girl, and hold yourself open for me,” Cody instructed, as he bent you over his desk.

“Cody, I have a presentation,” you whined, your heated skin chilled by the surface of his desk against your face and the plastoid of his armor against your thighs.

“Relax, you won’t be late…unless I have to remind you how to behave,” he replied, his voice soothing, even as his gloved hands dug into your hips with bruising force.

You complied, reaching back and holding yourself open to invite him to take what belonged to him. You hadn’t had enough time to prepare though, and despite how slick you were, the stretch as he filled your cunt was enough to drive you insane. As his hips met your ass, driving his cock into that perfect place deep inside, a moan of sheer pleasure escaped you.

“I love how you sound, little one, but I need you quiet.”

Cody proceeded to push two of his fingers past your lips, not even bothering to remove the glove. Obediently, you sucked on them, letting them muffle your desperate moans.

“So good for me, aren’t you?”

You nodded, whimpering as he pulled back, letting you feel every inch of him before sinking back inside of your wet heat. The presentation was driven further and further out of your mind with every thrust.

“Play with yourself, mesh’la. I need to feel you coming for me.”

Eagerly, you shoved a hand between your legs, gathering as much of your slick as you could before rubbing well practiced circles over your sensitive clit.

Cody growled softly, as he rolled his hips, and felt your walls beginning to flutter around his length.

You trembled beneath him, whining around his fingers for permission.

“Cum for me, cyare,” He instructed, and you happily tumbled into the abyss with a muffled groan of relief.

The rhythmic clench of your walls around his cock, pulled Cody into the depths of pleasure alongside you. Hot ribbons of his release filled you, marking you as his just as he intended.

There hadn’t been any time to clean up, and while every moment under Cody’s skilled hands had been absolute bliss, you knew what you looked like.

Lips swollen, lipstick faded, a mark on your face where an errant stylus had been trapped beneath you. You’d clearly been handled and quite roughly.

“Fuck, knowing that you’re walking around filled with my cum has me so hard,” Cody said quietly, as the pair of you made your way to the briefing room.

A shiver raced down your spine, as he offered for you to enter ahead of him.

You just needed to get through an incredibly short explanation of what was needed to stock up the med bay, and which droids needed replacing and why. Five minutes tops.

You spoke quickly, and efficiently, doing your best to ignore Cody, leaning against the back wall, and watching your every move. In contrast to your appearance, Cody looked perfectly regal as always. Like he hadn’t just had you bent over his desk begging to cum. Like your panties weren’t currently in his pocket.

You shifted under the weight of his gaze, the heat in your body rising with every passing moment. You cleared your throat, resisting the urge to fan yourself, as you completed your presentation. Four minutes. Perfect.

You were nearly home free, but then General Kenobi invited you to walk with him to the bridge. The smirk on Cody’s face was so smug, you suspected he’d known this would happen all along.

What about Hunter teaching Omega how to dance?? 🥺🥺🥺🥺

LIZ THIS IS TOO CUTE STOOOOP, OMG 😭

Sorry it made me think of this gif. Father/daughter fluff, leave me alone i am made of jelly

Hunter didn't fancy himself the 'dad type'. Traveling, bounty hunting, endless scrapping and fighting, and frequenting Cyd's little bar wasn't an ideal location for a child. Hunter glanced at Omega as she tapped through the holoscreen on the jukebox in the corner. Her face was so identical to his and his brothers- a replica unlike any other he had met.

He chided himself. Clones are not fathers.

But something in his nature warmed when he saw her eyes fill with that happiness when she looked at the stars, or smelled clean grass, or explored new planets. Hunter smiled to himself, running a hand over his armorless arm as he leaned on the bar, watching. Omega's brow quirked- like Tech's- and her lips pursed as she read the titles of the songs- like Wrecker's- and she skimmed the list.

"Hunter?"

Blinking, Hunter lowered his drink as the smaller clone turned to look back at him. "Yeah, kid?"

"You know any of these songs?"

Hunter lowered his cup. He was nearly finished with the drink anyway. "Lemme look." Hunter lumbered over, the taste of cheap drink sour in his mouth. Omega stepped away from the jukebox, small fingers tapping each other as they steepled, probably an Echo habit. He smiled sideways towards her, noting briefly that the rainbow light of the jukebox looked bright and demanding on her hair, especially compared to his and his brothers own dark locks. "Huh. Bunch of stuff on here." Hunter thumbed through, tagging over the list of songs.

Omega bounced on her toes as Hunter selected a song, one he vaguely recalled the name of from skimming through whatever networks he could get when he was planetside through the war.

The notes were far more lilted and bright than they were on a crackling ship radio. It was energetic, even, and Hunter looked down at Omega, feeling his lip twitch in amusement. "This whatcha wanted?"

She nodded, her whole body hopping now. Giggling as she reached up, Omega clasped Hunter's hands.

Hunter wasn't quite sure what happened. All military thought melted away and he felt a laugh, a low grumbly chuckle, reverberate in his chest as he held her hands. He was the shortest of his brothers, but even he forgot how small the child was. Hunter grinned and moved with her as she danced. Her feet stepped on the tops of his, and Hunter moved with the music, being the guide for the small girl. Omega's laugh was light. From here, war was a distant thought, or more akin to a memory of some horrible days long passed.

Sure. Normal soldiers weren't fathers.

Good thing he was from a bad batch of soldiers.