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*old hillbilly with long beard voice* they bout done tore my pussy UP

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every time there's something rt related happening im like oh yeah all of my mutuals were rt fans at one point. it's like a family reunion at a funeral

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weird day to have been an rt fan several years ago

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anyone else 1 situation away from losing their mind

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Victory, in 212th Gold (Codywan comfortathon)

Their new – and decidedly less Sithly – Chancellor Organa finished speaking, his arms spread as wide in welcome as the smile on his face. The Negotiator, hanging in orbit over Coruscant while waiting for just this verdict, was still as a held breath. The broadcast ended.

Chaos erupted.

The training rooms – the biggest rooms they had and therefore the natural choice of streaming location for something this monumental – went mad with vod’e shouting, singing, enthusiastic hugs turning into wrestling or dancing. The relief and joy almost made Obi-Wan’s head spin with the sheer depth.

He turned to Cody beside him, still and quiet amidst the sudden explosion of movement and noise. Someone hooked up a player to the projector and a bass-y house mix blared out, adding to the building party atmosphere.

“We did it.” Cody said, and was already looking back at him. His eyes were shining. He reached out and caught Obi-Wan’s belt in one hand. Jerked him close in one blinding motion to collide with his chest. “We did it! Sir – Obi-Wan-”

Obi-Wan caught himself against Cody, beaming at him, “This victory is yours, Cody, and your brothers’-”

“And yours,” Cody said right back, “Yours, the Jedi, you’ve been with us every step of the way.” He ran his other hand up Obi-Wan’s spine, cupped the back of his skull in a hand more accustomed to holding a blaster and no less gentle for it.

He was aware of the grins surrounding them, the focus turning – but it wasn’t any less joyous, and the unshielded euphoria was washing over and around him quite distractingly. “Cody,” he murmured, lifting a hand to his cheek. Stroked a thumb lightly over that long-worn scar. “My darling, you have all been such steadfast lights throughout-”

“Just kiss already!” Longshot shouted somewhere nearby. “We’ve bragging rights to claim, sirs!” There was a thwack of a hand meeting someone’s blacks.

The music changed to something more carnival. More whoops sounded, mixed with giddy booing. Mix defended his choice loudly.

“Longshot, you don’t understand romance,” Cody called back, without looking away from Obi-Wan. “I’m aiming for more than bragging rights here.”

“Is that so?” Obi-Wan murmured, “Well, I’m very happy to hear your elevator pitch, darling, I’ll be sure to give it all due consideration.”

“Haven’t you been listening?” he said, just as low. They were drawing closer together, irresistibly caught in orbit. “I’ve been telling you this whole time, every day that we-”

“Do you want the 327th to win, Cody!?” Longshot hollered. He cackled as several someones went for the tackle. “Just because no one else is brave enough – ah, kriff.” The scuffling intensified, noogie-ing and headlocks abounding as a giant play-fight broke out and turned into an elaborate game of tag. Men who hadn’t gotten a childhood playing in the first moments of being free to make their own choices, entire.

Cody ran his nails lightly against Obi-Wan’s scalp and he shivered into the touch, leaning his head back. His eyelashes fluttered down, but not so far he couldn’t watch Cody’s pupils bloom. “Longshot, my dear, I do hope this is not how I find out about one of my very good friends entering a relationship.”

“Sir, it’s gonna be how most of them find out about yours.” Crys chipped in gleefully.

“If anyone is taking holos, know that I will ruin your new lives as thoroughly as I could when I was in charge of duties.” Cody said, looking about .2 seconds from breaking and ravaging his mouth. Obi-Wan dragged his teeth over his bottom lip helpfully.

“You can’t catch all of us, Commander!” That, Obi-Wan believed, was Mouse – who had blossomed in his confidence this last year under Cody’s tutelage, and was probably going to regret that in short order. He tilted his head a little more, arched his neck.

“Underestimate me at your peril.” Cody tugged him impossibly closer by his hold on his belt. “That goes for you as well, sir.”

“Not sir,” Obi-Wan said breathlessly, “Not anymore. Cody.”

“Are you asking, Obi-Wan?” he said against his lips, a sweet torment. “I’d keep playing, but I would actually like to beat Bly on this one.” Oh, feeling Cody smile was a fresh revelation. “Not to mention, I’ve heard such interesting things about your mouth.”

“What the kriff.”

“Shut up, this is better than anything on the holonet.”

His other hand was splayed against Cody’s collarbone, feeling his pulse drum. He trailed his thumb down to frame his lip, felt rather than heard the quick inhale. “I do hope I live up to the hype.” Let them linger another moment, let the tension and wonder coil like a wound music-box. “Cody. I’m asking.”

Cody didn’t hesitate a second. Kissed him with all the yearning they’d built up over the years. Sank into him like a drowning man into a siren. Icarus to the sun, wax unmelting – or, worth the melting, to be held for a golden moment in sunlight’s hands.

Another cheer went up, ringing the room in noise and only increasing as Obi-Wan responded by twining himself further around Cody with all the hope he had for the future and all the lightness that had infused the Force since Palpatine’s fortunate and unlamented end. They broke apart to an eardrum threatening number of wolf whistles. A chant of Two! Twelfth! Two! Twelfth! started up and he couldn’t have found embarrassment if he’d had a whole excavator to dig for it.

His comm started dinging. He ignored it in favour of kissing Cody again, soft and lingering.

The dinging increased in fervour. “I will be joining Cody in hunting down purveyors of holopics, I believe.” he announced brightly. “My crèchemates are going to be hunting me so it’s only fair I pass that on.”

Cody drew him into another long minute of kissing, then broke it to add to their celebratory battalion, “It would take some impeccable bribery to convince me not to plan creative and ironic revenge.” He made a deliberating face, “It would need to be even better to also distract my Jedi from hunting. You know how he likes his enrichment.”

Half of Ghost was crowded near enough to hear and immediately started heckling and spit-balling offers. Obi-Wan said mildly, “You’re incredibly in biting range, you know.”

“I know,” Cody answered, starting to smile again. “The thing is, I’d much rather you hunt me.”

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Happy moment for comfort needs (and a bit of kissing in honour of Lasagna)

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I finished the drawing!! They kiss!!!

Check out the in progress post here

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I saw this reference image on Pinterest and I couldn’t help myself. Also please ignore the way that tumblr has absolutely OBLITERATED the image quality

Reference under the cut.

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Death and The Hermit | Cody and Obi-Wan

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Roni Horn from Earth Grows Thick, 1996

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lord grant me the serenity to do my laundry, the courage to do my laundry, and the wisdom to do my laundry

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Elmo has had enough! #Elmo

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Today we're spotlighting a resource that is incredible for anyone interested in Mandalorians:

MandoCreator

All the armor designs in this picture were made on MandoCreator.com. It has a very well-developed and extremely customizable kit-building app that has literally millions of possible combinations without taking into consideration any images or decals you upload yourself. There's also a gallery where you can browse others' creations for inspiration.

Recently MandoCreator expanded from armor design to language. It has a Mando'a-English dictionary that you can create flashcard decks from on the fly.

You can also learn to write and read Mandalorian scripts, both by drawing the characters and by transcribing original Mando'a works. Or, if you're in a hurry, it also has a transcription function.

And for the cherry on top: there is Mando'a Wordle-- Mando'ardle if you will! Same rules as regular Wordle, but only using Mando'a words. (Don't worry, this screenshot is from 12 April)

MandoCreator is still actively in development. Keep tuned to their media pages for the latest updates!

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Pt I

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constantly switching between “this is MY tumblr and i post whatever i want” and “oghg  god . oh my god. okh god. okay. im going to talk abt. an interest now. im so sorry.”

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Decay