#crosshair why you do that?

[here-comes-the-moose]

I can’t get over how for a good chunk of Season 3 Crosshair is trying to convince Omega, his brothers, and himself that he’s a bad guy and should be left behind, allowed to sacrifice himself, etc. and the whole time all anyone is seeing is this:

[margindoodles2407]

Hunter: Please bring home PURIFIED water with NO minerals added for taste NONE Crosshair: I got spring water Hunter: NO Crosshair: with EXTRA minerals Crosshair: it's like licking a stalagmite Hunter: DON'T COME HOME Crosshair: mmmmmm cave water

[the-bi-space-ace]

See, I hold back when I write. It could be far angstier than it is. I could be handing out forehead kisses left and right. Forehead kisses as someone cries and bleeds after a battle. Delirious from blood loss and pain and needing reassurance. Forehead kisses when they know their squadmate is going to die. A parting gift. One last way to comfort them, to remind them they’re loved.

I’m just saying I could make things more painful than they already are.

[sanshinexx]

Here's part two of drawing my family pictures as the Bad Batch because I can and you can't stop me

[ghostymarni]

It’s all fun + games drawing clones until you draw your favorite, then all of a sudden you can’t seem to draw right. Every. Kriff’n. TIME.

[lifblogs]

There's no way "I learn by copying everyone" Omega would have heterosexual goggles on. She'd at least go to the guys about sexuality and assume that she's just supposed to like women too.

[sysig]

You’re new to the Princess-Rescuing business, aren’t you? (P1 | P2 | P3) (Patreon)

[clownery-and-fuckery]

The lyrics "You have so much to do" "And I have nothing ahead of me" are so Tech and Crosshair respectively.

[cuddles-with-dragons]

More Bad Batch and Delta Squad shenanigans

Crosshair: Standing next to sunflowers always makes me feel weak like ‘look at this fucking flower. This flower is taller than I am. This flower is winning and I’m losing.’ Boss: Wow, you are not ready to hear about trees.

Sev: Would you take a bullet for me? Fixer: ...yes? *Crosshair angrily bursts into the room* Sev: *running away* Great, thanks!

Tech: *Pulls a glass a water from out of nowhere* Boss: Where did you get that? Tech: My pocket. Boss: How do you keep a glass of water in your pocket? Tech: Skills.

Sev: Comparing Tech and Scorch is like comparing apples and oranges. Tech: We’re both unique in our own ways? Sev: Apples are superior in every way and all oranges should be eliminated. Scorch: Which one of us is the orange?

*The squads are asked what they would do with 5 children with only 3 chairs.* Scorch: Get two more chairs! Fixer: They can get their own chairs. Boss: Make them fight for it. Sev: You only need one chair to beat them all with. Tech: I would never be near children. Crosshair: Kill two.

Crosshair: I don’t think we can mansplain, manipulate, or malewife our way out of it this time. Sev: *cracks knuckles* Manslaughter it is!

Crosshair: Why is it that I always lose things as soon as I need them? Tech: Actually, it's not that you lose things when you need them. You lose them a while before. It's just that you LOOK for things when you need them. Boss: Okay yeah thanks Tech, that's great but WHERE'S THE FUCKING FIRST AID KIT?

Hunter: Scorch, you’ve tried 37 times and you’ve failed every time. Give it a break. Scorch: DO I HEAR “FIRST TRY PART 38?”

Tech: You're violent. Scorch: Yeah but I'm also short and that's adorable.

[doodlingfoolishness]

Severed

[here-comes-the-moose]

Tech: Excuse me, I would like to make a return for a full refund.

Nala Se: For what? You do not have any items.

Tech, pointing at Crosshair: I want to return him.

[margindoodles2407]

i needed to write a thing. @seeking-elsewhither this one's for you

The sea outside Kamino Fortress was dark and vast and cold. Yet, somehow, from it had come the brightest and warmest creature that Crosshair had ever found himself blessed enough to hold in his arms.

It mattered not that she had awoken him from his precious few hours of sleep; it mattered not that, as they sat in the alcove of their quarters' singular arched window and gazed out into the darkness beyond, his sharp eyes were still half-lidded and on the verge of closing completely. What mattered was her utter fascination with the bioluminescent jellyfish whose light had first awoken her, and who she had dragged him out of his bunk to watch, and who she now fixed her amber gaze upon with bright eyes full of wonder.

Sleepily, he mused that it was the closest she'd yet come to seeing the stars.

Her tiny hand shifted in his grasp and came to rest upon his ring, and she almost started in surprise. This was not the warm, calloused hand of her buir- this was something smooth and cold and different. It should not be there. Why was it there? And she was no longer looking at the jellyfish, but at the plain grey band, and with her tiny, chubby hands, was trying to pry it off his finger.

The expression on her little round face was so serious for one so small; it puckered her lips and wrinkled her brow in such a comical way that Crosshair couldn't help but laugh softly. It hadn't occurred to her that the chains that wrapped over his hand and around his wrist kept the ring tightly tethered to his finger, and for good reason. Were it ever to be removed, surely he would die; the very fibers of his being would begin to unravel and his heart would cease to beat. (She would learn this, when she was old enough- she, too, wore a ring, but around her neck instead of her finger, and stamped with a singular Ω instead of the sequence of numbers- the IX.IX~IV- that differentiated him from all his brethren.) Though she hardly knew it, she was playing with his very life.

But he was not in the least disturbed. He was too half-asleep for that, and besides, his chains were too carefully fitted for any possibility of ring removal. Were they not such a vital part of his very existence, he might have compared their security to that of a shackle- but he was getting away from himself. Omega could play with his very life all she wanted- and, even were there not the assurance that his chains would hold… he would be perfectly at peace.

"Omega," he whispered, gently pulling his hand from her tiny grasp. She squeaked a little, and raised her chubby little arms to try to grab at the ring once more, but he tucked a stray sunshiny curl behind her ear and turned her soft round face to look at him.

"Omega," he murmured again, "'tis late, cyare, and the jellyfish have gone. Hunter surely would have a fit were he to wake and find us here at the coming of the morn. 'Tis high time we returned to bed- what say you, ad'ika?"

Omega's eyes had not left his ring. She scowled at it- still, he knew, she found it too cold and alien against his warm tanned skin. But after a moment, she heaved a sigh too big for her little body, and curled in close to his chest.

"Wif' you," she mumbled, and oh, it almost broke his heart. She knew so very little speech.

With a tired smile, he wrapped her tight in his arms and carried her back to his bunk, and indeed, it was not very long before they both had drifted deep into sleep. Crosshair's hand- the one that bore his ring- was tangled in her pale and wispy curls. She need not worry about its presence there. Certainly she would someday realize that something as little as a plain iron band could never come between her hand and his.

The very thought was unthinkable.

[eriexplosion]

I'm still thinking on Crosshair's arc and why I think a redemptive death wouldn't make sense for him even though it's what several people are predicting, and part of it is still that Cody's words to him, the thing that cracked the glass, was about living with your choices. But also its that I think Crosshair has been passively suicidal for a while now.

In Return to Kamino, after he lays everything on the table to convince the batch to come with him and it doesn't work? He aims his gun at Hunter, but didn't shoot. It's a split second but come on I think we all know he could have shot first. I think he expected Hunter to shoot him. But I don't think he expected Hunter to have the gun set to stun because he wakes up seemingly completely surprised to still be alive.

A couple times in the escape he lingers in place, like he's considering just staying behind and only choosing not to because, frankly, drowning is a shitty way to die. When it comes time to leave he tells them he's staying behind... on a platform with no supplies no shelter no anything. Crosshair is an idiot at times but he's not that stupid, he's fully aware he's taking a course that could kill him.

And in his latesr episode, he shoots a superior officer to avenge Mayday and again seems quite surprised that after it all he wakes up alive.

Do I think Crosshair wants to die? Not exactly. When it seems imminent he's not exactly a fan, but when faced with blaster fire instead of drowning or strangling, I don't think he cares terribly much if he lives. I think he's making choices that intentionally put him in a place where something could kill him.

A death for him wouldn't feel like a noble choice or a fitting end to his arc, it would feel like a man that didn't seem to particularly value his life in the first place, or at the very least not his own dignity considering the shit he lets the Empire get away with, continuing to not particularly value himself all that highly. It wouldn't feel like a closed character arc it would just feel like a win for depression.

[shinhatispadawanbraid]

One of the things i find so funny about season 3 is crosshair constantly hating capitalism.

[ghostymarni]

-thank the maker it’s friday

-realizing that my cause for burnout is the pressure to do what I’m supposed to do at any given point in time, when grief hits hardest, instead of doing what makes me happy during my adult free time

Context for those interested: life’s a lot, won’t get into too much details. But tumblr is truly the only place I don’t feel like I have to have a mask on.

I know things will be fine, logically. The cycle of work-life balance always comes back into line. Just at the moment, it has not. Attempting to initiate it all results in self irritations which means I need sleep. I’m relieved it’s Friday, here’s to caf-

[sysig]

Gotta sweep up all this Dust (Patreon)