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Wolffe didn’t understand what was happening when Plo Koon was suddenly handing him his lightsaber. And he still couldn’t quite put the pieces together when he noticed Cody go flying through the air under Padawan Tano’s guiding force. But he definitely understood the tightness of fear in his chest when Rex and Cody ran directly at the Sith Lord who had just beaten one of the strongest Jedi he knew to exist.

“Son,” Plo Koon's voice cut through Wolffe's fear, a sense of calm in his storm, and dragged Wolffe back to the Kel Dor and his offered saber. “Your family needs you.”

Wolffe's world shifted to an odd halt as he considered what was happening. Thoughts that haunted him flooded through him, bit at the edges of his mind with doubt. What was he going to do? What could he ever do?

Wolffe has felt useless before, has lost everything in an instant. He has watched his brothers die often enough to wade constantly in hopelessness. And he remembers fruitlessly hugging his brothers close when they were all just cadets, wishing for an option other than the trials for war. There were so many times Wolffe, the supposed strong and intimidating commander he was, had only felt pointless and worthless. So many times he had cried to the galaxy to give them all something to hope for, something to make all the pain worth it.

And yet, Wolffe realized in a bright instant, he always had it. In his stillness he remembered how Plo Koon called him son, and meant it as much as Wolffe did calling Plo his Buir. How after each battle he would come back to the 104th and be greeted with just as much warmth from his brothers as respect, finding strength in each other. That at the end of the day, it was his family that had always kept him fighting, striving to stay hopeful and survive. It always had been and always will be his family that makes this life worth living, and he would do anything and everything to keep it that way.

Wolffe locked eyes with Plo Koon for a moment just long enough to convey everything he knew the Jedi could already see clearly. And as the world came crashing back to him he took the saber without an ounce of hesitation. 

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jace and aegon look exactly like their mothers

aemond and lucerys are their fathers sons

yall with adhd or autism or such ever just get…. bored. like so Painfully bored. like its not “oh hehe i was so bored and i made this” to flex or “oh im so bored bc i have nothing to do” but like a “i am physically incapable of ending this horrible understimulation with any activity i might attempt” and its genuinely fucking painful

Harry Potter and Pinterest at 1:30 in the morning had me laughing like a lunatic. After sleeping, this is still funny.

He had a name before he was assigned to a battalion, even though everyone called him Shiny until he proved himself in battle. Though once he did earn the right, he decided to stick with the name given to him by the other cadets.

“I’m called Two Tone,” he told his Captain, who raised an eyebrow. To the silent question, he shrugged. “No one told me why.”

And that was the truth. He wasn’t inclined to whistle or sing. He got the name long before he reached the age of his voice cracking in forced puberty. Just one day in class, one of his batchmates laughed and called him Two Tone, and it stuck.

Somehow, he never figured out why he was called that until after a joint battle with General Unduli and General Kenobi, fighting to take back a planet from the Separatists, at the request of the local government. Everyone was giving him weird looks ever since he had painted his armor, and he just told himself it was probably because of the design. He always had problems getting it correct on his armor, and he didn’t want to ask someone for help, so he was stuck with his own quality.

Cleaning up after the fight was normal, trudging around the battlefield to find any fallen comrades and equipment, seeing the medic if hurt, packing things away again. Two Tone thought it was weird when he didn’t bump into anyone from the 212th, but figured it was because they might have been on the other side of the battlefield. He did his best sticking to his brothers as things began to get loaded into the LAAT/is, tired and quiet as he road the drop ship up to the Venator.

He assisted with unloading things, feeling the ship shudder faintly as it transitioned into hyperspace, though his movements came to a halt as he saw General Kenobi walking by the area. Frowning, he turned to the Clone beside him.

“Why isn’t General Kenobi with the 212th?”

The Clone frowned at him. “This is the 212th…”

Two Tone prided himself on being levelheaded, so when he started to panic so hard that General Kenobi came to an abrupt stop and looked at him, he was proud that he didn’t run away or collapse or simply imploded.

“Are you all right, dear one?” General Kenobi asked and a part of Two Tone’s mind was amused to learn that the rumors were correct about the endearing terms the man used.

“I apologize, sir,” Two Tone managed to squeak out. “But… I was assigned to General Unduli… I’m on the wrong ship.”

General Kenobi’s head tilted to the side curiously, glancing over Two Tone’s armor.

“Have you been tested for colorblindness?” the General asked curiously.

***

“Deuteranopia colorblindness,” Obi-Wan said, giving Luminara a faint smile. “The poor man was so embarrassed. Evac tested him and decided to do a ship wide test. Apparently colorblindness isn’t too uncommon among the Clones.”

The holo of the Jedi Master shook her head, a fond sigh escaping her. “When he painted his armor orange and green, I thought he was living up to his name. I am glad to hear that we hadn’t lost him in battle.”

“No, just temporarily misplaced,” Obi-Wan said with a chuckle.

“Joint custody then, until you can return him to me?”

“Well keep him safe, I promise you.”

having a job is very weird bcos by and large your coworkers will be a variety of ages and you will not all be at the same stage of life. your coworker will be like, well I’m off home to spend time with my husband & child, what are you going to do with your evening? and you’re like, well, I plan on playing Rollercoaster Tycoon for as much as it as possible

My precious cinamonroll.

I mean, look at her. JUST. LOOK. AT. HER.

You can feel her nervousness. Lana is so precious <3

Royal Blood AU:

Where the Jedi don't really know anything about Anakin's step-family so Luke goes to Padme's family while Leia goes to the Organa's.

He is raised as Luke Naberrie, spending his first few years of life under the care of his grandparents ( You know - the people who raised Padme Like That).

Now, the Naboo, particularly the political elite of Naboo, are very good at the shell game of deception. When he is finally revealed, the family claims he is a year younger than the truth, and there is, around him, all the hushed silence of a well-supressed scandal. The nature of it is... nebulous.

Luke grows up in a small cloister of other fair eyed, blonde haired boys - Aunty Eirite's son, and his cousin, and the boy from a family that has long been loyal to House Naberrie.

He is, as a child, like any other boy of his House. Perhaps his instincts are a little better, perhaps he learns a little faster, perhaps he picks up skills more aptly.

Perhaps he is another genius, like his Aunt Padme. His family pours all their love and learning into him, and - and their loss, though perhaps they do not mean to.

He is a Nabberrie, after all, and he follows in the family profession and is elected a Prince of Theed at the age of 13 (14, really).

He chooses a political pseudonym from one of Naboo's more modern heroes.

He takes on the title Prince Skywalker.

At the age of 16, he goes on to be elected the Junior Senator of Naboo, now Senator Skywalker.

He butts heads with Princess Organa his first day in the Senate, and somehow they quickly become inseparable rivals.

Darth Vader has an indescribable grudge against this blonde child - children, since he has several decoys/ assistants. Leia Organa has impeccable timing for interrupting when Luke finds himself cornered for intimidation.

Darth Vader grows to find them both incessantly aggravating.

He can't quite bring himself to crush them. He's not certain why.

Bail Organa and Senator Nabberrie ( Luke's grandfather) have so many gray hairs. They are both, however, incredibly proud of their budding, unstoppable baby rebels.

( Yes Luke has R2D2 and Leia has C3PO, yes the droids regularly thwart Darth Vader too. Luke is an ace pilot just like his childhood hero, Leia is a sharpshooter just like both her mothers).