#not shown: the clones giving me emotions

[kindlythevoid]

So this point might have been made but I would once again like to link the Death of the Clones and to the Fall of the Republic

We all knew that the downfall of the Republic went hand-in-hand with Order 66. In Clone Wars, Filoni, as we all knew, emphasized the clones’ death in the series finale as much as the Jedi’s in the movies. He places real emphasis on the effect it had on the clones, who we had grown to see as individuals, as people, while the Emperor saw them as a means to an end. 

However, not only does Filoni acutely break our hearts by showing us the other side of the coin, he makes an interesting association throughout the show. The end of the Jedi means the end of the Republic, it’s true, but, in most media types, Luke Skywalker rebuilds the Jedi Order in a new way and helps preserve their legacy. The Empire is done away with and the Republic restored. 

Or is it?

On one side, the New Republic and the Jedi show the resurrection of an old idea in new ways, a transformation in order to adapt to new ideals. 

But the Old Republic is dead. The time of the Jedi intermeshed with the Republic is gone and buried, another story to be passed down as more of a cautionary tale than the height of an ancient order. 

You know who else is dead? That never gets revived or reformed? The clones. 

Our brave boys in every color under the sun die, and they never return, not in any way that prolongs them. 

You see, they age on the double. During wartime, this was so they could get more troops on the field faster. Afterwards? It’s pretty convenient that they die twice as fast as the rest of the population. And even though surviving clones such as Rex and Wolffe and Gregor, the main ones we truly know about surviving later on at this point in the Star Wars Canon, made huge contributions to the Republic, it ultimately will not benefit them from a genetic or cultural standpoint. 

Culturally, they were dead the moment the Emperor gave the order. 

And, here’s the kicker, so was the Republic. 

The Republic spent its last years mired in politics and war rooms and, as Filoni likes to remind us, clones. 

I’m still going through my rewatch of the clone wars, but there are a few prominent scenes that come to mind that make Filoni’s point, intentioned or not, extremely clear. 

The first is this gif of Commander Thorn’s death. 

As Thorn falls back after his admittedly badass last stand, he lands in the center of what I would describe as a symbol of the Republic. The gear’s right there, formed by the droids. 

This, of course, is just one of several moments where the Republic symbol is made, but it is a popular scene and a good example for the point I’m trying to make. 

Thorn in this picture, takes the place of the Republic. And just as the clone dies, so, too, does the Republic.

Don’t believe me?

Fives very literally held the secret to the clones’s survival. And, as we all know, had the clones had full control, it is likely the Republic would not have fallen, or at least not as dramatically and without the multiple genocides on its way out. 

Fives, in the gif above, is surrounded by the Republic symbol once again, only this time by other clones. It’s poetic, in a way, that two clones struggling to save their people die in a Republic symbol. Almost as if the fate of the Republic hinges on the fate of the clones. 

And if that doesn’t cover it enough for you, if you truly don’t see the connection between the clones and the Republic, I’d like you to meet a dear clone whom we all love:

Jesse. 

The only clone I’ve seen with a big ass tattoo of the Republic symbol stamped right there on his damn face. 

Jesse, who truly believed in the Republic and had served long enough to be the only clone other than Rex to keep his helmet creatively apart after Ahsoka’s return. 

Jesse, whose death marks the start of the Empire. His destruction and death under Order 66 marks the turning point in Clone Wars. Before they got the call on that ship, the Republic was alive and basically done with the war. But as soon as that ship crashed, as soon as we see that Jesse is well and truly dead, buried and respects and everything, the next scene, the very next scene, features Darth Vader and the Empire. 

The clones were the canaries of the Republic. When they died, the Republic followed. 

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Come And See Me

Summary: “sexually reserved men are THE best. Well behaved, won’t steal a kiss, won’t touch you inappropriately but boy if you give them consent? FINISHED…”

Terry Richmond isn’t the type of man Summer is used to. He’s the strong, silent type. A lot of discipline and control. She’s used to men falling to their knees in an instant. Hardly any dirty talk. But it does feel good to get to know someone on a deeper level for a change. He promises he’d come see her, but Summer didn’t take his word for it. That was, until he walked into that strip club one evening to surprise her with…

“Flowers?”

Summer was in the middle of a routine that earned her bandz at an unimaginable level. She climbed that pole, showed off her acrobatic skills, flexed that body and popped that ass so good she had ‘em lost for words. Speechless.

Terry Richmond walked in with a bouquet of flowers, dressed in khakis, a Curaçao soccer shirt, and white Air Forces. His hair was styled in a tapered cut with a curly fro. In his large, veiny hand, Terry gripped her red roses tightly, walking through until he made it to a section he’d reserved directly in front of the stage. He wanted an up close and personal view of Summer. He didn’t plan to take his aurora gray eyes off of her.

His captivating eyes created a path of seduction across her glistening skin that glittered beneath the strobe lights. Drink in his other hand, he took small sips, licking his lips nice and slow. Terry held the faintest smirk on his lips, body composed, but his heart was racing. His print left little to the imagination. Low grunts fell on deaf ears. Summer hit a split and made her hefty cheeks bounce. That body on her deserved big dick. It was built for big dick. Terry couldn’t wait. It’s been too long. Suddenly, as if she could sense him, Summer glanced over her shoulder and that’s when she realized Terry had shown up.

For a second, she’d forgotten where she was. His presence stunned her. Summer turned her body on the floor of the stage, money sticking to her tacky skin. Their eyes locked on for a while. Oooh, she was speechless. Summer started grinding her crotch towards him, rolling her hips and biting her lip. Terry’s piercing gaze was fixated on her face the entire time. Not once did he look down. It was so intense, her clit pulsated.

Drankin’ and Smokin’ came on and Summer lifted her shapely body into a squat, slowly and teasingly removing her bikini top. At this point, she was putting on a show for Terry and Terry only. Her Marine. She’d had his name saved under Mr. Marine in her phone. The hot pink top fell to the stage, bountiful titties with pierced nipples saluted. Terry dropped his beautiful eyes down to stare at her round, fat titties.

We drink up and we smoke, but she always do the most

It kinda turns me on the way she lickin' on my stones

My chains on antifreeze, it look like I made a clone

Wanna see you get more sassy, if it bring out better emotions

She called me her God, the way I floated in her ocean…

Summer needed him. So bad. That fine ass man. Seeing him in person…seeing the man behind that deep baritone. She rushed off that stage in an instant as soon as the music faded out. Breathing uneven, she walked off in her seven-inch pleasers, looking back at Terry, mind replaying all their conversations late at night…

(one of their many phone conversations)

“Hey baby…I wish you could see what I have on right now…You so sexy, imagine how…Intense it would be…To hold me right now…Our song's playin’…”

Body wrapped in her faux fur, black blanket, head resting against her black satin pillows, Summer held her cellphone to her ear with one hand, the other caressing her tawny skin. Terry made a sound that vibrated her core.

“Summer rain…when I listen to that, you know I think about you, right? Mmm…I bet you look so good in my T-shirt.”

“You’re so far, and I’m all alone in my bed…”

Summer was wearing an old, baggy T-shirt; Terry’s Marine Corps T-shirt. The fabric of it against her body with his voice in her ear gave her butterflies.

I can still hear your baritone

In my ear telling me you'll take it slow

And I was in the mirror playing wrong

Like you were here, I couldn't turn me on

So I fell asleep with the music on

Woke up again hearing the same old song, playing…

Summer paced her bedroom, stopping in front of her window, gazing out into the rainy evening, pressed to the glass, and laughing at Terry and his corny jokes. Her brown eyes followed the path of the raindrops, the sudden recollection of her own essence dripping. All he did was make her laugh, spew facts about things she’d never heard of, and say over and over again how beautiful she is. He didn’t judge her. She felt safe with Terry and she hadn’t even met him in person yet. Thoughts of how gentle and kind and thoughtful he is makes her play in her pussy every night.

“Patience, baby…When I get to you, you’re all mine…”

She shut her lids and pictured him, standing at his towering height, bending over to kiss along her neck and wrap those big arms around her waist. Now, her body is shaking to the fantasies.

“Don’t take it easy on me, Terry. I need you here…”

Summer turned, pressing her back against the window, bringing the collar of his T-shirt to her nose and taking a whiff. Mmmm…it smelled just like his cologne. Vanilla and Sandalwood.

“You’ll be begging me to take it easy on you, baby…”

——

“Summer.”

Terry stood up and approached her. She was wearing a form-fitting black dress with her belongings. Her long, jet-black, silk pressed hair was pinned up with a claw clip. Summer gave Terry a bashful smile. She couldn’t contain the butterflies in her belly. Terry handed her the roses.

“Thank you,” Summer smelled them, “they’re beautiful…I can’t believe it’s really you…”

She knew Terry was tall, but DAMN. She had to crane her neck just to look up at him. And his eyes…Summer found herself getting lost in them.

“You’re so much more beautiful in person. That performance…damn…”

Summer tucked her chin, unable to contain her blushing. Terry startled Summer when he lifted her chin for her to look at him. Her breath hitched.

“Up here…”

“Okay…”

“You did amazing up there. I’m glad I got to see it in person…” Terry whispered with a low, resonant voice.

“Thank you, Terry. Me too.”

“Should we get outta here? I’m kinda anxious right now to have you all to myself…”

Summer chuckled softly, body vibrating with lust. Terry wouldn’t stop admiring her. It was so intense, Summer shyly smiled and dropped her head. What was it about this man that had her acting all giddy and nervous?

“C’mon,” Terry held his hand out for Summer to grasp.

Thighs clenching, Summer accepted Terry’s hand and when she placed her hand in his, Summer almost whimpered. His entire hand swallowed hers. Warm and strong. Fuck. Summer allowed Terry to guide her out of the strip club. When they’d finally made it to the door, Terry placed his hand on the small of her back, holding the door opened for her.

“Did you drive here?” Terry questioned.

“I did,” Summer pointed to her blue lexus, “This is me.”

“I’ll follow you out if that’s okay.”

“It’s more than okay!” Summer responded excitedly.

Terry laughed before opening her door for her when she unlocked it. He helped Summer inside and then he took her things to put them in the back seat. Terry stood at the opening of her driver’s side door, looking down at her with a smirk and soft eyes.

“I’ll be right behind you, baby girl.”

“Okay, Terry…”

She watched as he leaned into her car, her body tensing up. Terry grabbed her hand and pecked it gently to tease, then came that deep chuckle she loved so much. It took her a moment to gather herself. It was the faintest of kisses but the feel of his generous lips against flesh sent sparks throughout her body. The hairs on her arms stood up and her pussy did that pitter-patter thing.

“Drive safe.”

He shut her door and flashed her a quick smile before jogging over to his truck—an all black GMC Sierra 2500HD Denali. Summer started the ignition, licking her lips to . Cocoa butter. She pulled out of the parking lot and checked to see if Terry was following her. When the coast was clear, she drove off with shaky hands and a flutter in her belly.

——

Summer stayed in a nice cul-de-sac home with a two car garage. She’d made enough money as an exotic dancer to purchase a home and move out of her apartment. She hopped out of her car and Terry pulled in closer as soon as she shut the garage. He quickly exited his car and grabbed her duffel bag so she could open the door.

Terry was finally going to see her home. After talking for months and wondering if he would ever come to see her, she didn’t have to doubt him anymore. Summer opened the front door and turned on the lights. The home had a futuristic feel to it that Summer loved. Terry took off his shoes and socks so he wouldn’t ruin her good carpet. While Summer got settled, he did some exploring of the first level.

Biomorphic curves, gravity-defying elements, sleek materials and bold angles. It looked like something dreamed up by Hollywood. Even the staircase leading up to her room with its modern glass rails completed the design. Summer returned with her flowers, giving Terry a megawatt smile filled with dimples and glossy lips. He followed her into her kitchen and watched her place her roses in a vase.

“This is nice, baby,” Terry took in his scenery of sleek stainless steel and marble, “So, this where you cook up them smothered pork chops, collard greens, and red beans and rice, huh?”

Summer giggles, “You know it. This is my favorite place to be. Would you like some wine?”

“I’ll take some, thank you,” Terry placed his arms behind his back as he stood near the kitchen island.

Summer handed him a glass and Terry accepted it with a slight tilt of his head and a penetrating gaze. They toasted each other before taking a sip of the white wine. The silence was palpable. They were both so thrilled to be in each other’s presence that words were lost on their tongues. Terry broke the silence with a nervous chuckle. He gently placed his now empty glass on the kitchen island before walking with slow, purposeful strides to reach Summer on the other side.

Summer had a firm grip on her wine glass, brown eyes ascending his tall frame to reach his gorgeous face. The pictures of him told her that Terry is a rare sight. A man this handsome is hard to come by. To view him in person; skin-to-skin, breath-to-breath, eye-to-eye, Summer had never seen a man so beautiful. Terry reached out to remove the glass from her hand and he sat it down on the counter top.

“Miss. Summer. I’ve been waitin’ a long time for this moment…and I know that I’ve made promises to come see you…that haven’t been fulfilled…and I’m sure you’ve had your doubts…”

“I have, I’m not gonna sugar-coat it. But you’re here now,” Summer exhaled slowly, “I don’t have to fantasize about what it would be like to have you next to me in my bed anymore…”

When you're not here

(I sleep in your t-shirt)

I wish you were here

(To take off your t-shirt)

After we make love

(I sleep in your t-shirt)

Wake up in your t-shirt

I smell the scent of your cologne…

“I don’t have to wish anymore,” Summer blinked up at Terry as she reached out her hand to stroke his arm that’s two sizes bigger than hers and covered in veins, “Or wonder if we could be something…”

“Hey,” Terry drew in closer his voice lowering a register, “We are something, baby. I need to get that doubt out your head…may I?”

Terry opened his arms and Summer gave her consent with a nod of her head before his arms hugged her tight. Summer pressed her cheek centimeters below his chest. He’s so big and warm. Body beneath his T-shirt unyielding. Terry’s hands began to explore. One hand threaded into her hair, massaging her scalp through her silky, thick tresses, the other glided up and down her back soothingly. Summer couldn’t remember the last time she’d been hugged like this by a man if not ever.

“I wanna explain what held me up a while…I had some legal issues in Shelby Springs…my cousin got mixed up in some mess and I went to bail him out but…he died.”

“The cousin you told me about? Are you serious?”

Summer rested her chin against Terry’s chest as she looked up at him with saddened eyes. He looked back at her, so much emotion swirling in those blue-gray orbs with flecks of gold and brown, as if they are forever changing.

“Yeah,” Terry’s shoulders slumped, “It’s a lot…still gotta clear my name…lawyer up…I’m sorry I’m dumping all this shit on you right now—”

“Don’t be, Terry, don’t be,” Summer caressed Terry’s cheek, “That’s a lot. I’m so sorry…I can’t imagine…”

Summer squeezed Terry and he reciprocated. She felt her body being lifted from the floor and her arms wrapped around his neck.

“I’m so sorry about your cousin.” Summer said.

“Thank you, ‘ppreciate that…you’re so precious…”

Summer smiled fondly at Terry, “You’re such a good man, Terry Richmond.”

He loved that she said that. It made him smile handsomely down at her. She wanted to continue putting a smile on his face.

“You’re my safe space, Summer…”

She shut her eyes to avoid the onslaught of tears. It’s only been months that they’ve been talking. She’s his safe space?

“Terry…”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes—”

Terry hooked his hands beneath Summer’s ass and hiked her up so her thighs could circle his cut waistline. One hand cradled the back of her neck while the other secured her waist snugly against him.

Summer felt her heart race. The air was thick with the creamy, warm, and earthy scent of his cologne, and the distant sound of her heartbeat faded into the background. A mix of security and excitement reflected in their depths.

With a tentative smile, Terry brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, sending shivers down her spine. The hand against her waist gave a gentle squeeze that spoke volumes. Time seemed to slow as he leaned in, their breaths mingling.

When their lips finally met, it was soft and hesitant at first, testing the waters. But as the kiss deepened, the world around them faded away, leaving only the warmth of their connection and the thrill of a moment long awaited. Their tongues danced a slippery recital, lip’s cushiony, teeth grazing.

He’d ached to taste her. To taste a woman after so long. Summer’s daydreaming didn’t prepare her for the reality in front of her. Terry’s long legs began to guide them into Summer’s living room and towards her couch. He pulled away so that he could place her on her back. Summer’s dress had ridden up her shapely thighs revealing smooth, tawny skin. Terry knelt one leg between her thighs before lowering over her. Summer lifted to kiss him again, but Terry stopped her with a single finger to her lips.

“…It’s been way too long for me, baby girl. Seeing you dance tonight…doing your thing up there…it took a lot of work not to walk up on that stage and put this dick in you.”

Summer’s breath hitched.

“I’ve painted a picture in my mind many times of what that body looked like…” Terry’s eyes dropped down to the tops of Summer’s breasts, “I don’t think I ever told you I’m a breast man…and you got a pair that I just wanna…”

He pressed his face into her neck and inhaled. Summer drew her bottom lip into her mouth to control the incessant trembling. He’d never talked this dirty to her.

“…I just wanna suck and lick and nibble all over these titties…”

She could feel her nipples hardening from his words alone. Hearing it in person and so close to her ears had a greater effect. Summer was squirming. Her pussy leaked so much that it became unbearable to even wear panties around him. She’d have to walk around with an exposed pussy to cool off.

“I can suck these titties all night…sleep with a titty in my mouth…play with your nipples until you’re squirming…flick your nipples with my tongue…you got some thick nipples too, baby…mmmh…”

That long, drawn out groan into her neck had her whimpering. This man had her weak. Summer raked her nails down his chest before twisting the fabric of his T-shirt into her fist.

“Here, please,” Summer thrust her chest into him, “Daddy, please…”

“I love the way you beg, baby girl…” Terry kissed down her neck, “you’ll be doin’ a lot of that shit tonight. Beg for me to suck on that pussy…beg for me to fit this dick in you nice and good…”

“Terry…”

His malleable lips created a tickling sensation until he reached her breasts. Summer watched with desperation as his lips covered the fleshy hills in a repeated motion. She was mewling. Nipples so hard. He started kissing around each nipple through her dress. Summer clawed the suede sofa.

“Daddy…”

She was shivering.

“Want more? Where you want it? Talk to me…”

She was able to control the quiver of her lower lip to speak, “Please suck on my nipples…I can’t take it.”

“Nahhh, you gotta beg harder than that…”

Summer moaned softly, “uhnnnnnn…” when he used his teeth to nibble on her nipples, “Daddy, I want you to suck my nipples. Do whatever you want to my titties…please, please, please….”

Terry peered up at Summer with those hypnotic eyes.

“Good girl…that’s how you ask for what you want…”

With one hand, Terry’s eyes remained fixated on Summer’s face, he lowered the top of her strapless, body-con dress, one beautiful, round, breast coming into view. Skin like honey, nipples and areolas a deep brown. Busty and asymmetrical. Perfectly imperfect. Her bejeweled nipple pebbled and Terry’s lips parted.

“Shit, you just don’t know…”

He revealed the other breast and it jiggled a little upon its release.

“So fuckin’ beautiful…”

He blew air onto her nipples. Summer arched her back. Terry used that opportunity to slither his hands beneath her to keep her chest elevated so he could attack each big titty the way he wanted. Hair in her face, glossy lips slightly open, soft moans flowing from her mouth, Summer looked pleasantly horny.

Terry started off with flicking her nipples back and forth. His pink tongue is warm and wet. When his lips drew her left nipple into her mouth first, Summer cried out. Her thighs gripped his waist, and Terry couldn’t wait to feel those soft thighs do the same thing to his head.

“Ah, mmm, unhhhh, yesss…you like these fat titties, daddy?”

“Mhm,” Terry was in the zone sucking back and forth.

She could tell he was a titty man alright. He rubbed his face in it, dragged his teeth down her breast bone, used his big, strong, veiny hands to push her breast together so he could trace his tongue back and forth.

“I’m a need you to do that on this pussy!”

Terry released a laugh, burying his face between her breasts. Summer was hot all over and close to tackling this man!

“More wine first,” Terry rest his cheek against one of her breasts as he looked up at her, “So soft…the best pillow…”

Summer exhaled impatiently, “You’re driving me crazy.”

“Good.”

Terry kissed her breasts one last time before covering her back up, “Are you okay with me getting the wine? While you put on some music?”

Summer wasn’t prepared for the visual. Terry stood up and as he was fixing his shirt that had lifted up, she focused on those abs, the strip of hair leading down to his crotch, and the deep v-cut. The lower her eyes went, the more she had to stop herself from dropping to her knees. A very vivid and distinct outline of his third leg sat along his thigh like a python beneath a sheet waiting to strike. He was on brick.

“It’ll be all yours tonight…”

Their eyes met with equal desire.

“I’ll go grab that wine…bathroom?”

“Uh…d–down the hall and t–to your right.”

Terry chuckled, “I’ll be back.”

He disappeared and Summer let out a long exhale. She walked over to her Bluetooth sound system and knew exactly what she wanted to listen to.

——

Summer dimmed the lights with her cell phone and after five minutes, Terry returned with their glasses and a bottle.

Storming outside, rain

She keeps me home

Quiet conversation makes me warm

So

Summer rain

Whispers me to sleep

And wakes me up again

Sometimes i swear i hear her call my name…

Terry smiled at her. Summer pat the sofa cushion next to her enthusiastically. He handed her a glass and plopped down, throwing an arm over her shoulder. His finger tips caressed her arm as they sang along to summer rain

“So go ahead and make it rain…you bring the sunshine back again…”

“Okay vocals!” Summer teased.

Terry threw his head back and laughed, “Stop.”

“I’m just teasing, daddy,” Summer snuggled closer, “More wine, please…”

“Anything for you,” Terry leaned forward to retrieve the bottle.

Summer rain started playing again.

They emptied the bottle of wine and their tipsy banter stared. Terry was very playful. He had Summer trapped beneath him on the throw rug, his shirt off and thrown somewhere. Summer couldn’t stop giggling. The wine had her feeling light and cozy. Her laughter couldn’t be contained.

“If you follow directions, I wouldn’t have to do this,” Terry had her by her wrists above her head, “You gotta behave to get what you want, Summer. I’m not asking…I’m telling.”

“It’s on my thigh, and you expect me to behave?”

“I expect you to remember who’s in charge…”

“Terry,” Summer rolled her eyes, “You haven’t felt how deep this throat can go yet.”

“So? What that mean?” Terry arched a dark brow, “You ain’t felt my mouth on your pussy yet.”

Terry sat back on his knees above Summer. She lifted up onto her elbows. He tucked his chin slightly and stared at her with this primal look that reminded her of a jungle cat.

“…take this dress off.”

Summer sat up on her butt and shimmy’s her hips, bringing her dress up and over her head, revealing black, cheeky, lace panties and a matching strapless bra. Terry crawled to her. He pulled her into a fierce kiss. Summer’s hands roamed all over his muscles. His skin is so soft.

“Your room…now…” Terry spoke against her lips, “Right now…”

They both stood on unsteady legs, laughing. Terry popped Summer on the ass and she whimpered softly. They moved towards the stairs, Terry creating space between them so he could watch Summer seduce him with her slow ascend. She would look back at him as she climbed, smirking at him with those siren eyes. That booty in those panties made him want to take a bite.

He’d been dying to see her room. She pushed open the double doors and Terry came face-to-face with a room made for a vixen. The dark palate mixed with low lighting created the perfect space to get nasty. And he planned to get real nasty. Terry walked up on Summer from behind, and with one hand, he gathered her straightened hair into his fist neatly and tugged. She pivoted back against him, her soft cheeks flush against his crotch.

“I’m undressing you…”

Hair still in his grasp, Terry worked on her bra. It fell from her body to the floor. He released her hair so that he could drop down and take her panties off. Summer looked over her shoulder at him. He peeled her panties away at a snails pace. His lips kissed her back dimples. She wiggled her hips to help him lower her panties. Buttery, smooth skin beneath his fingertips.

Terry nibbled on her ass like a famished man. His hands kneaded her plump flesh. It was time to peel the crotch of her panties away from her pussy.

“Bend forward slightly…yes…just like that…”

His deep grunt told her all she needed to know. Terry was blown away by how much sticky, wetness connected to her panties. A slimy, sweetness he couldn’t wait to clean up with his tongue. The aroma of her arousal activated his taste buds. The shape of her lips from the back had him mesmerized. Summer stepped out of her panties quickly so Terry could have her completely.

“C’mere,” Terry stood and walked Summer towards her bed, “Sit this pussy on my mouth right now.”

He got down on the floor and tilted his head back on the bed. Summer straddled his face and tilted her pelvis forward. Terry placed each hand on her ass to push her closer. The moment her pussy smothered him, he used his tongue to clean up her mess.

“Fuck!”

Summer felt his tongue part her outer lips and swipe upward. She almost saw heaven.

“Mhm…”

Her legs shook. Terry pushed her legs apart further with force so he can eat it more. Summer raised a leg to the edge of the bed and Terry wasted no time using his lips and tongue in junction to slurp on her pussy.

“Yes….oh….”

This was a man that knew what he was doing. He didn’t have to tell you. Summer started feeding his mouth some pussy with a roll of her hips. Terry followed her movements eagerly. Clit hard, folds nice and slick, she knew she was close. It was only a matter of time.

“Terry, I’m gonna cum in your mouth…”

His silence was her undoing. He was too busy eating pussy like a starved man. She could hear his big lips working her up to a juicy cum. His tongue darting in and out of her wet hole, her clit being attacked from every angle imaginable, she was going to burst.

“Terry…Terryyyyyy…”

That ass and those thighs jiggled out of control.

“Uhhhhhh….ahhhhhhh….huuuuuuuuhh….”

She fisted the sheets so hard her nails dug info her skin painfully. The aftershocks of her release left lingering tremors she couldn’t control. Terry removed his lips from her clit, a trail of her cum connected to his bottom lip. His face was covered in sweat and cum. Summer threw herself onto the bed so Terry could stand. She looked at him and watched as he licked his lips.

“So good…your pussy tastes so good…”

“Thank you…now I wanna taste you…”

It was the moment she’d been waiting for. Terry hummed his approval, walking up towards her. Summer worked to undo his pants with frantic movements. Terry didn’t stop her. She wanted that dick in her mouth.

“Get yours, baby…”

“Oh, I will,” Summer replied.

Summer lowered his pants and briefs. His dick bobbed out and she had to take a moment to just…

He was definitely a big boy. Enough to stretch you out. That pain and pleasure mix. His length told her she would feel it in her stomach. The veins created a path for her tongue to take. His tip; the perfect shape to fit in her mouth perfectly. His balls were taunt and heavy. It was a masterpiece.

“Summer…put this dick in your mouth…that’s an order.”

An order she would gladly accept. Summer kissed along his shaft. Terry smoothed her hair back so she wouldn’t mess it up. Her kisses turned sloppy, then she added some tongue, then she found herself sinking down onto his pole the sides of her mouth stretched to accommodate all of him.

“Put more in there,” Terry placed his arms behind his back, watching her like a drill sergeant, “there you go…such a good little thing, ain’t you?”

He sat at the back of her throat. Summer used her neck and jaw muscles to work that dick with loud sucking and spit bubbles. Terry’s mouth dropped open when she showed him that she could deep throat. Her tongue wiggled against his balls and Terry almost nutted down her throat from that alone.

“Damn, girl…you lovin’ this big dick?”

“Mmmmcmcjdkssk—”

“Fuuuck,” Terry’s beautiful eyes rolled shut, “that’s how you suck this dick…that’s how you show daddy…”

Summer loved sucking dick. Terry’s dick deserved all the love. She would suck it and look in his eyes. Terry stared back with furrowed brows and a bite of his lip.

“Summer…”

Her name resonated from his voice so deep and lustrous.

She pulled out all her tricks. Sucked his balls, focused on his tip, licked his frenulum. Terry’s ab muscles flexed and his squared jaw clenched. Her hair in his grip, Terry was losing his sanity.

“I’m cumming—”

Thick, ropes of ejaculate filled her mouth.

“Ughh–ahhhhh fuck—”

Summer drank down every single drop like it was the sweetest cream filling. She’d waited months to do this and she was going to make this beautiful man cum. That fat dick hung in her face ready for more action and she had a wet pussy for it to dig into.

“Aight, on your back, no more wasting time.”

Terry spoke those words with such urgency. Summer felt the firmness in his tone. She scooted onto the bed and spread her legs wide and limber. Terry climbed onto the bed and settled between her legs. The feeling of the tip of his dick sitting against her pussy lips made this moment all too real.

“Yes…put that big dick in me…”

Terry placed himself above her and with one hand, he guided his dick between her lips and then with a slight thrust of his hips, he sank inside of Summer. She gasped, knees drawing into her chest. Terry watched his dick split her open with a penetrating stare. Summer tried to move and Terry locked her legs to her ears.

“You want me to keep you still? I suggest you stop moving.”

She froze.

With one thrust, he was fully inside of her. Summer moaned louder. As a reflex, she tried to close her legs, but Terry wasn’t having that.

“Terry! Holy FUCKING SHIT!”

“Eyes on me. That’s an order.”

He smirked mischievously. She was ruined.

Terry pumped into her at a moderate pace. Summer couldn’t handle taking all that dick and focusing on his eyes at the same time. There was no way.

“It’s so big!”

“It’s big but this pussy love it, this pussy love it, look at this pussy…creamin’ all over me like that…such a messy girl…”

Summer was making a mess indeed. You could hear it and see it. Wet, sloshing noises.

“Ain’t been fucked in a while…got you wettin’ this dick up.”

She couldn’t handle the way his dick stroked her spot.

“Stretchin’ this pussy out? Didn’t I say I wasn’t gon’ take it easy?”

She couldn’t speak. How could she? Terry had her folded in half and teetering over the edge. She felt her stomach grow tight and her body seized up.

“T–T–T—”

Summer didn’t have a chance. She turned her head and cried out. Terry held his dick deep while staring down at her face.

“You tryna push me out?” Terry chuckled evily, “What if I don’t wanna leave?”

“P–please, daddy…”

“Hmm,” Terry slowly withdrew his hips, “Please keep fucking you?”

His words were killing her. She could only nod her head.

Oh! Boy I've been waiting

(Oh oh oh)

Now my body's shaking

(Oh oh oh)

You're so deep, baby please, take it easy…

“Think you can arch your back for me?”

Terry kissed Summer on her lips.

“Mhm…”

Terry lifted Summer and helped her into position. She arched her back exactly how he wanted her. Deep with that ass high in the air. He was tall so it needed to be. Terry had a handful of her ass and that was his leverage to anchor his dick in her pussy. Summer groaned into the sheets. She looked breathtaking. Hair fanned out above her. Back in a beautiful position. Ass sitting up and giving Terry the best view of that pink pussy.

“Oooh!”

She could feel him almost touch her heart with how long his dick is!

“Terry, it’s too much!”

He wasn’t even giving her all of him. He arched a brow down at her.

“What did we discuss…”

She knew to be a big girl but LAWD he was hefty.

“I know…it’s just so big…”

“With a body like this…it’s built for dick like mine…”

He stroked slower, Summer drooling onto her sheets.

“Nah you look at me when I’m in this pussy…”

“Summer turned her head and looked back at Terry.

“There’s my pretty girl…such a pretty girl.”

Summer put a finger in her mouth and sucked on it like a pacifier while staring into his eyes.

“Fine ass,” Terry picked up the pace.

“Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!”

Summer bit down on her finger and her eyes crossed. She coated his dick again and at this point it was dripping wet. Terry pulled out and ate her from behind. He couldn’t control himself. Summer tried to move her hips away and it earned a sharp slap to the ass. Terry resurfaced, pumping his dick in his hand. He snatched Summer by her hair and abruptly angled her head to suck him off. Summer did just that while Terry fingered her pussy from the back. He started talking her through it.

“Fingers deep in this pussy, little one? Mmhm…”

Summer stroked him while sucking on his tip.

“There you go, such a creamy little slut…”

She furrowed her brows at the feeling of two fingers pumping her. She was leaking to the bed.

“Daddy fingering this pussy good? Hmm?”

Summer spit his dick out, “I’m cumming!”

Terry continued to work his fingers knuckle deep. Summer felt something burst inside of her and soon she was creating a puddle between her legs. Terry’s fingers slipped out and he brought them to her mouth to taste. Summer licked them clean for him.

“I know you can give me more, right?”

“Yes…” Summer replied weakly.

Terry placed Summer on her back and then he got between her legs from the side. Terry pointed his still hard dick at her pussy and with one look into her eyes he was back inside like he never left. His toned hips worked to drill her hole.

“Daddy! Cum already!” Summer begged.

It felt too good and she couldn’t handle the overwhelming pleasure. She pressed a weak hand against his abs, attempting to push him away, only for Terry to lock her wrist down. He licked his lips at her and gave her a sly smirk while continuing to fuck her into the mattress.

“Terry…”

“Yes?”

Summer erupted. The tight hold from her walls made his balls tighten and his dick pulsate within her wetness.

“Give me this pussy!”

Terry’s hips stuttered out of control. He couldn’t hold off any longer. This good pussy on her had his dick so sensitive.

“Summer…FUCK!”

Terry pulled out and Summer shot up from the bed with her tongue poked out and eyes on him. Terry fisted his long dick, emptying a big load all over her tongue and face. It just wouldn’t stop. His ass muscles clenched from the overwhelming pressure. Summer looked pleasantly fucked and her giggle warmed his heart.

“You’re such a nasty girl…”

“All for you…”

[tossawary]

Something I found surprising when revisiting the prequel trilogy is how much the clones aren't full characters in the movies. They're props. They're devices. The films give them the same weight and attention as they give the Separatist droids, really. The only two clone troopers I can easily name off the top of my head who get "named" in any way are Oddball and Cody, who are both just barely in "Revenge of the Sith", and interchangeable in their roles with any other background clone.

It's interesting when held up against "The Clone Wars" and other extension material, which had the time and inclination to say more directly, "Hey, these are people and what's happening to them is wrong." Like, obviously what's happening in Ep2&3 is wrong, the audience can draw that conclusion on their own, growing people as cannon fodder is a clear part of the greater tragedy if you take about five seconds to think about the situation here. Even without the element of the entire war being constructed and controlled by the main villain, the clones are a tragedy.

But, oh man, the movies themselves don't really care to focus on that. It's SUCH a background element. I had a "oh, yeah, Order 66 being programmed into a control chip was a later addition to / clarification of canon" moment while watching, because as far as Ep3 actually shows us (as was the initial intention by some, I know), Cody apparently knew the entire time that he might be called to fire on Obi-Wan Kenobi and was just waiting on the call. The "homogenous evil army" trope is... very much present and even more identical than usual here.

By the films alone, you can easily assume that the clone troopers have no love for any of the Jedi (whom we're meant to believe are relatively decent people) for a variety of reasons. Their upbringing and training on Kamino was presumably cold and brutal. They're (possibly enslaved) soldiers in an even more brutal war. This army is offered no development or individuality that makes the appalling Jedi Temple massacre out of character for any of them.

But when the various Clone Wars shows first turned the clones into individual characters and even protagonists, many of whom are shown to be good people and become friendly with the Jedi through years of teamwork in life-or-death situations, Order 66 became weird. "Wait, why would the majority of clones (all the clones we see in the movies, at least) just go along with this? What went wrong here?"

I get why TCW and SW canon settled on the control chips option and I find it interesting enough. The tragedy of it all makes me want to lie facedown on the floor. Darth Sidious is really winning at sheer evilness here.

On the other hand, there are some really fun and interesting "Order 66 was taught, not programmed" AUs to revisit here. Especially when some of the other (Legends canon now) contingency orders include what to do if the Supreme Chancellor is incapacitated or declared unfit, or even getting rid of the Supreme Chancellor and assuming control by lethal force if necessary. Presumably these orders existed as a back-up in case Palpatine wasn't elected to the seat in time for the war or didn't manage to get rid of term limits and was replaced as Chancellor at any point.

That really sounds like Palpatine's evil army of ruthless Jedi-Killers (unchipped) could have easily backfired on him if they'd ever decided all of these non-clones were unfit and organized to take power for themselves. I love any scenario where Palpatine's arrogant and overly complicated plans get him in trouble. The "homogenous evil army" often gets treated as a mindless mob, but while the clones may have some degree of emotional suppression, they're clearly very capable and not unintelligent, and they're not given many (if any) reasons to be loyal to the Republic. And it is FUNNY to imagine any Dark Lord's created army deciding that he fucking sucks at war (there's obviously a leak, why the FUCK are they losing so much ground to fucking droids) and they're overthrowing him for better benefits, so that they can create and run a more efficient Evil Empire themselves.

You could make this angsty as hell or a comedy, or both. I'm imagining the clones at the eleventh hour murdering Chancellor Palpatine with such brutal efficiency that it feels like its own kind of prejudice. And he gets revealed as a Sith Lord in the process (this was taken into account as a potential problem when planning the assassination), so there's an initial moment of: "I can't believe it! He was the Sith Lord in the Senate all along! How did you know?"

Cody: "Didn't."

Obi-Wan: "...Pardon?"

Cody: "This is a coup, sir."

Like, if we're going by what's shown in the movies alone, there's a clear Emperor Cody AU to be had here. Which can be played as a temporary (years long) measure to reinstall a Republic with proper checks and balances, while a bemused Jedi Order and Senate are held hostage, or the First Galactic Empire is established as per canon just with the clones running it and reaping the benefits. I'm currently enjoying thinking about the latter scenario as a dark comedy, in which Future Emperor Cody (or the clone of your choice) has to negotiate in his spare time with the various demands of his fellow clones. (Who are, let us remember due to the horror that is the accelerated aging, a bunch of teenagers at the oldest here.)

Rex: "I want Tatooine."

Cody: "The whole planet?"

Rex: "Yeah."

Cody: "It's a shithole."

Rex: "Yeah, but it'll make Skywalker so kriffing mad, so I'm calling dibs."

Cody: "Noted."

And if you want to write shipfic, there's always the AU of various Evil Army Clones meeting their love interest and then going, "Not evil anymore! Sorry, guys." Which could be angsty or another dark-ish comedy.

Cody @ the clone commander group chat: "WE'RE NOT GIVING UP ON THE 3-YEAR IMPERIAL COUP PLAN JUST BECAUSE YOU HORNY ASSHOLES WANT TO FUCK JEDI!!! STOP TALKING ABOUT THE POWER OF LOVE!!! STOP IT!!!"

[dp-marvel94]

Real -Chapter 7

Summary:

While hiding from his parents in Gotham, an ill-timed encounter with his neighbor, Jason, has Danny pretending to be his own twin. Fortunately for Danny, the more he pretends the easier it gets. Until he is not pretending at all. Or: Danny names a duplicate and via ghost logic, said duplicate ends up becoming real.

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A very emotional chapter incoming! Prepare yourselves. 😢

The door closes and Danny and Jamie are alone. The half ghost drops his book bag at the foot of one of the beds.

Danny stands, wobbling on his feet as he takes in the room. Now that all the people are gone, the explanations done, exhaustion washes over him. He stumbles onto the bed, heart sinking. Anxiety prickles, despite Alfred’s words. He doesn’t want to worry, not with the Waynes trying so hard to make both of them feel welcome. But the reality of almost watching his brother die….

Jamie’s almost core churns, Danny’s hand resting over his own. “Are you okay?” He whispers to his brother.

Not really. The clone sighs.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

No. The feeling is like Jamie chewing on his lip, averting his eyes.

Danny sighs, rubbing his forehead. A shiver runs through him, the elastic pull of duplication. He lowers his hand. “We don’t have to separate.”

The tugging stubbornly continues.

The half ghost shakes his head. “It’s not going to work like that. You’re not a duplicate. You’ve already got your own body. You just… need to collect your own ectoplasm and step out.”

Another cold shiver. Then… a breathless gasp. A glacial wave crashes over him, senses going fuzzy and distant.

The next breath, Jamie is stilling on the opposite bed, ghostly form faintly glowing.

“You did it.” Danny mildly congratulates.

His brother shrugs, head bowed.

The half ghost sighs. “I’m going to take a shower." He stands, collecting sweatpants and a t-shirt from the bookbag before walking to the bathroom. Pausing in the doorway, he turns back. “Jamie.” Expression serious, he waits for his brother’s gaze to dart up, confirmation that the other boy is listening. “If you start feeling weird or melty at all, yell for me. And if it’s really bad…” He swallows. “You have full permission to overshadow me right then. I don’t care if I’m getting dressed or asleep. Your life means a whole hell of a lot more to me than my privacy.”

Another pause, waiting for Jamie’s response. The clone’s eyes flicker up again. He gives a half-hearted nod.

Heart in his throat, Danny closes the door to the bathroom. He undresses, steps into the shower, and as the water runs, lets himself cry. The tears aren’t loud, aren’t chest heaving, aren’t hopelessly devastated. They are quiet and slow but at the same time, still deeply upset.

He’s scared. He’s tired. He’s shaken. He… he almost lost Jamie.

But… he didn’t. Jamie is still here, safe in the other room. He didn’t lose his brother.

And he won’t lose him. He could be more devastated. Maybe he should be. But he trusts Jason. He trusts Jason’s family. The Bats will do everything in their power to help them. They’ll deal with the GIW and the Fentons. They’ll find a way to access a portal. And the Far Frozen… Frostbite will know what do, how to stabilize Jamie. He’ll check on Ellie and get to talk to Jazz and Sam and Tucker. He’ll soon get to introduce his loved ones to his new brother.

Danny believes it. He believes all of it, comforted and reassured by Jason’s confidence and the care the man has shown him and his brother.

And yet… Jamie’s core, perpetually refusing to solidify. His earlier fear at telling Jason the truth. His continued silence.

All of it has Danny’s stomach in knots. He’s worried, anxious, and… confused. Jamie lied about his origin. Why? Why would he lie about that of everything? Claiming to be one of Plasmius’ clones… how is that better than reality?

After a long fifteen minutes of ruminating in his thoughts, Danny turns off the water. He steps out of the shower, wrapping a towel around himself and waiting a few minutes to dry.

On the other side of the door, Jamie is quiet. Then… Danny hears a sigh from the other boy. A flash of light, the creak of a now heavier body settling on the mattress. His brother turns human again… or his version of it, at least. Heavy and warm, a pulse beating under his skin, heart fluttering in his chest. Even if it seems to pump ectoplasm instead of blood. Yet another conundrum.

The bed creaks again, the soft sound of footsteps. Drawers open and close. The ruffle of fabric. Jamie must be getting dressed. With his own sigh, Danny does the same.

A minute later, the half ghost opens the door. His eyes survey the room and… his heart aches. Jamie lies on the bed closest to the bathroom, pajama-clad form above the covers. His blue eyes stare at the ceiling, brow furrowed in something eerily distant.

“I… Jamie.” Danny walks to the other bed, sitting on the side closest to his brother. “I know you don’t want to talk but… I’m worried.”

The clone says nothing, even as his far away expression flickers ever so slightly.

The older boy continues. “I know Jason and his family are going to help us. We’ll figure out how to stabilize you. And your core… we’ll figure out why it won’t solidify.”

Jamie’s eyes flicker to the side, looking at him. “You noticed that?”

“Yeah.” Danny blinks once, eyes widening. “Wait, you knew. Why didn’t you say anything? Do you know why it’s doing that?”

The clone shrugs, lips pursed, shoulders almost rising to his ears. The motion is almost forcefully casual, even as he pointedly avoids Danny’s eyes.

Danny sighs, trying another angle. “You lied to Jason about where you came from.”

Another shrug. “So?”

“So? You’ve never destabilized before. You’re not even a full ghost. You’re not one of Plasmuis’ clones. He didn’t make you. I…it was…” Danny stumbles over the words, blushing. “I’m the… you know. It was-”

“It was you.” Jamie cuts in, voice oddly even. “You can say it. It was you. You made Jamie… me.”

“I… yes, it was me. I made… god, this is weird to say.” Jamie’s eyes dart to him, something that might be hurt. Danny forces himself to finish the words. “I made you.”

“Yes, you did.” There’s the smallest bit of edge to the words, the clone’s brow furrowed.

Danny’s mouth feels dry, pieces seeming to connect. “Do you… do you think I’m ashamed of you? Is that why you didn’t want to tell Jason? Because… yeah, I’ve not been that free with talking about it…. I… I didn’t expect for this to happen. I still don’t really understand how. I don’t understand how you exist. You were… were just a duplicate and then you weren’t. And… yeah, it’s weird by human standard. But I’m not human. So I don’t know how but I made you and… and I’m not ashamed of-“

“Damn it Danny.” Jamie interrupts with surprising heat. “It’s not all about you.”

Danny’s mouth snaps shut, feeling chastised. At the same time, the anxious self-consciousness dies. No, this isn’t about him, is it? Jamie is the one who’s hurting.

When the half ghost speaks again, his voice is soft, almost coaxing. “What is this about then?”

“Nothing you’d understand.” The clone bites back, the gentle tone seeming to have the opposite effect.

“You’re really going to use that one on me?” Danny raises a brow, voice still calm.

Jamie says nothing, lips a hard line.

“Jamie, you know I love you.” The half ghost continues. “I want to help.”

“Just stop.” The words are a harsh growl.

“No, I’m not going to.” Danny cut in, determination giving his own voice a hard edge. “I’m not going to stop fighting for you. You don’t want to tell the Bats I made you? Fine. But let me understand.”

Through gritted teeth. “I said, stop.”

He really shouldn’t still be pushing. He really shouldn’t. But if he could just get his twin to believe him… “I’ve been scared too. The Bats finding out about all this terrified me. I get being scared.”

“Stop.” Blue eyes glare.

“You’re scared too, of how Jason will reaction. I get it.” If he could remind Jamie of how much he was known and loved…. “I’ve literally known you as long as you’ve existed. You and me, from the beginning. If anyone understands-.”

“No, you don’t.” The words cut, a blade of fire. “You don’t understand.” In a blink, the clone sits up, eyes glowing green. “You’re real. You’re not some illusion dreamed up by a lonely teenager.” He spreads his arms, voice rising. “You didn’t just suddenly exist one day and have to deal with all the pain and fear and…“

Jamie trails off, fiery anger flickering ever so slightly into something pale and haunted.

Danny’s mind stutters, overwhelmed with the biting words. “You… you asked for this.” A misstep; his brain screams to reverse...  “I looked you in the face and asked if you wanted to exist and-“

“I know that!” The words are a shout, even as Jamie’s eyes start to mist. “I know!” The next shout cracks, something broken and distraught. “I… I…” The tears spill. “I know.” The sentence falls heavy, as devasted as it is hauntedly resigned.

The half ghost blinks, thoughts sputtering. He watches, frozen as his twin’s cries turn into sobs. Jamie rocks slightly, arms wrapped around his chest in something that might be self-soothing. Danny’s heart shatters and his mind, finally, spurns into action.

In a heartbeat, he is sitting on the bed beside his brother, drawing the devastated Jamie into his arms. The clone sobs into his shoulder, chest heaving. Danny’s hands ball into his brother’s lose shirt and his mind can’t help but flashback.

That night his lonely core cried for someone to embrace, and a miracle appeared to comfort him. The first time he saw the spark which would grow into his Jamie.

The reminder hurts, a sick kind of symmetry. Then Jamie held him, even just sparked into being. And now, Danny holds him, the clone mourning that very existence.

The half ghost’s heart pounds, raw and aching. He fights to keep the tears from his face. He… he doesn’t know what to do, what to say, how to make this better. Can he even make this better?

He doesn’t regret making Jamie. He can’t. He won’t. He never will. It’s much too late to even think of regret. The deed is already done. Jamie exists. It’s too late to let him fade away. Not that Danny thinks he ever could have done that.

So Danny does all he can, he holds Jamie while he cries.

Slowly, the tears quiet. The heaving of the clone’s chest slows. He sniffs, a shaky breath. The grief-curled shoulders lift, arms dropping to his sides. Just when Danny thinks Jamie will pull away, arms wrap around his back.

“Spectra was… was right.” His brother whimpers, broken voice right beside his ear. “I’m not strong enough. I’ll never… never be strong enough to be real.”

Danny’s heart stutters at the words. Still, he’s not as surprised as he’d expect. “Spectra is a liar.” The words are emphatic, the glare over the other boy’s shoulder, directed at the absent shadow ghost, wrathful. Then a breath to calm. “You are real.” His voice gentles. “You are real. I promise you are. I…I just wish I could get you to see that too.”

With that, Jamie finally does pull away. His eyes fix down on his lap, a look of disappointment. “Maybe if I try… try harder-”

“No.” The half ghost’s eyes widen. “That’s not…” He shakes his head fervently. “You don’t have to try harder to be real. It’s not about how strong you are, or what you do, or how much effort you put in. It’s just… who you are. You already are real.”

The clone doesn’t say anything for a long moment. His brow furrows, pained eyes far away.

Finally, Jamie breathes shakily. “Then why does it hurt?” New tears well. “If…if this is it, if this is being real, why does it hurt so much?”

The question strikes, driving a stake through Danny’s heart. Guilt bubbles. It threatens to tear at his throat. Despite the choice Jamie had, the older half ghost still pulled him into this life. And yet…

His pained eyes drift to his lap. “It’s not just you.” Even as young as Danny himself is, he knows this. “Pain is a part of life for everyone.” The half ghost drags his head up, sorrowfully meeting Jamie’s eyes. “You know how I ended up in Gotham.”

The clone’s shoulder falls, biting his lip. “How do you deal with it?”

“I… I don’t know.” Danny wishes Jazz was here. She would have an answer, the perfect words to comfort. Or for one heart shattering moment… he wishes for his mom or dad, for some wise parental advice. But… Danny swallows. “I’m still trying to figure that out. I guess… I’ve just kept going ‘cause I have to, but…” Something churns in his core, a flicker of hope. “Having you here, not being a lone has really helped.”

Still, Jamie looks disappointed. Resigned words are muttered. “That is why you made Jamie.”

“No.” Danny bites his tongue, cursing yet another misstep. “That’s not… that’s not what I mean. I’m not trying to make this about me. It’s about you.” His voice pleads. “You deserve to not be alone, to have people who love you. I love you. I love you so much.” He reaches for Jamie, hand resting beside the other boy’s on the bed but not quite touching.  “But you deserve so much more than just me. More family, more friends. You deserve… you deserve the world.”

The clone boy does not say anything for a long moment, head hung low and eyes avoidant. At the same time, Danny’s heart bleeds in his chest. He silently begs. Please, let Jamie listen, understand, believe the words.

Finally, his twin’s head lifts slightly, hand lifting to cover his. “Other people…” He hesitates over the words. “You mean Jazz, Sam, Tucker, and Ellie. You really do want me to meet them.”

“Yes.” Danny nods, full of sincerity. “They’re going to love you so much, if you give them a chance.”

“And Jason…” He bites his lip, hesitant. “He’ll love Jamie… me too, if give him a chance?”

“He already cares about you a lot.” Danny reassures. “Telling him you started out as my duplicate won’t change that. If anything, it’ll let him understand you and help you better. You saw how he was tonight, before leaving for vigilante stuff. All that concern. He worries because he cares.”

Jamie’s expression softens ever so slightly. “Know that. Know that. Want to trust him. But…” Something between doubt and guilt flickers in his eyes.

“Trusting is hard.” Danny guesses, heart aching in empathy. “I get it. After everything I’ve been through… I get it.” He frowns, his own flicker of guilt in his eyes. “You probably inherited some of that from me and… I’m sorry for that.”

The clone shakes his head. “It’s not just from you. It’s…” He hisses through his teeth, a pained sound. “Everything is so much. It’s... it’s so hard.” One hand balls the fabric of his shirt over his chest. “Everything… trying to exist is hard. Being new is hard and scary and…” His voice trembles. “Earlier, when you went to tell Jason…. Got scared. Started panicking, started melting and…”

Danny shifts his hand, moving to hold his brother’s. “It’s okay now. You’re safe.”

Jamie’s trembling hand squeezes his. “Just thought…” Tears starts to well again. “Just keep thinking. If… if Jason finds out, he’ll be so mad. He’ll know… he’ll know Jamie isn’t real-“

“You are real.” Danny cuts in, once more emphatic. His clone frowns, expression watery. Still, the older presses on. “I will keep saying that to you until you believe it.”

A long, heavy pause. Again, the tears fell. Danny waits, again pulling Jamie into his arms. He hugs, keenly aware of the cacophony of emotions radiating from his twin. The fear, sorrow, guilt, and a thousand other nuisances Danny can’t parse, whisper, a dim reflection of the storm in the other boy’s heart.

Finally, his brother whimpers. “Want to… want to believe. Want to but…” Gently he pulls way, wiping at his face. “In here, says…” He points to his head. “Here sometimes says that Jamie is real. Sometimes says that Jamie isn’t. Isn’t real. Just… just a duplicate, not strong enough or good enough to be anything… anything more.” He shakes his head, eyes pinned on his lap. “Want to… want to believe. Want to be real. But… real is scary and hurts. And being real… being Jamie…don’t…. don’t know how…” The words trail off.

Danny’s heart breaks, yet again “That’s… none of that is true. You’re not a duplicate.” Again, he pleads. “You are real. You deserve to be real. And you are strong enough. You are.”

A thickness in his throat chokes his words. The echo of previous pleas ring in his head. He has vowed that Jamie is real, just earlier in this conversation. But….  slowly, memories of other times trickle into his mind.

Just earlier today, Jamie crying that he wasn’t strong enough, while melting on the floor. After Spectra, his twin whimpering that it wasn’t safe for him to exist. Their fight about calling Duke, stuttering that they can’t ask for help because Jamie isn’t real. The first time Jamie overshadowed him, shakingly asking if Jamie is supposed to be human too. Each time marked with guilt and doubt, with tremblingly fearful uncertainty.

Each time, Danny offered comfort. Warm hugs, loving care rippling across their bond, words of reassurance. That Jamie was strong enough, that he was worth the danger, that his brother was real, that Jamie is just “supposed” to be what he is. Yes, he didn’t do that great a job during their fight but he has tried so hard.

And yet…

The clone smiles softly, the crease of his lips unquestioningly real. And the light in his eyes… “I’m so happy you’re here.” The spark is brighter than ever.

Jamie shrugs. “This was your doing.”

“Yeah, I’m the one who made a duplicate. But,” Danny chuckles. “I have no idea how you’re real.”

For a second, an expression flickers on the clone’s face. It ripples through their bond, an emotion that Danny does not quite understand. Something like self-doubt…

That… that was so early in his twin’s development, just after the first time Jason meet the real Jamie.

And now… Jamie wipes his face of tears again. That same doubt flickers over his features, the same complex emotion.

Doubt and fear, present even back then and building over all these weeks. Guilt stabs at Danny’s heart, an ugly feeling. Just now he finally noticed the full depth of those feelings.

And… the doubt in his brother’s almost core, even after Danny empathic core-felt reassurance.

The guilt in Danny’s chest curdles into something distressed. A bitter realization dawns.

He… he can’t make Jamie believe him, not matter how many times he says the words, more matter how strong his pleas. Jamie is his own person, he can choose to believe the comfort or he cannot. Jamie can choose to accept he is real, or as paradoxical as it sounds, he can reject that fact. Danny can never make the decision for him.

This revelation… it shatters his heart. A feeling of helplessness wells, terror at the futility of his words. In a flashing second, it threatens to drown.

But…

No! The half ghost clamps down on the feeling, wilting under Jamie’s side-eye. His twin just began to sense that hopeless feeling. But… no, he can’t think like this. He can’t. He…

He remembers. Danny remembers. Devastated and alone, Jamie hugging him. Jazz, Sam, and Tucker before him. His sister’s determined eyes that never gave up on him, Sam’s hands that tendered his injuries, Tucker’s laughing quips that distracted from the pain. At his lowest and most depressed, even the trustiest comforting words could stab like a knife. But despite his rejection of their words, his loved ones always stayed by his side.

Finally, Danny breathes shakily. “I… I know you don’t believe me but…” The better realization blooms through watery eyes. “You are real. I won’t give up on you. I’ll keep fighting for you, whether you believe me or not.”

He will keep loving his twin, no matter what.

For a long moment, Jamie does not response. At least not with words. His doubtful expression twitches, morphing into something as tentative as it is pained. And across their bond…. A feeling that isn’t belief but is almost wanting, a faltering desire to believe.

The older boy’s brow furrows, mind searching for words until…. Danny yawns, his eyes watering after the exhale.

Jamie’s face finally does soften. “You should sleep. You didn’t get a nap earlier.”

Danny opens his mouth to argue, but his brother pins him with a look, one eyebrow raised. The older sighs, conceding. He stands from the bed, walking to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

A few minutes later, he returns and Jamie rises to do that same. Danny lifts the covers of the bed closest to the door, settling underneath. True to his yawning, he is tired but worry still wraps its cold fingers around his core.

The anger that led to Jamie snapping at him, his maker. Was that bitterness, resentment at being made to exist? And the fear and pain his twin struggles to cope with. The terror at trusting Jason with his origin. Is Danny right in thinking that panic is what led to Jamie’s destabilizing? All these tangled feelings. And at their core…

Jamie still doubts he is real.

Core still anxiously churning, the half ghost barely registers the bathroom door closing.

Jamie doubts he is real and the revelation stings.

The lights flicker off, leaving the room in darkness.

Spectra most certainly had an impact, her words haunting longer after they were spoken. But…

The sound of Jamie’s foots steps approach.

The guilt stabs again. Danny can’t help but wonder if he did something wrong.

The covers lift. The mattress shifts, the weight of a body added to it. The movement jerks the older boy out of his spiraling thoughts.

His breath holds, eyes wide as Jamie lies down on his bed, back facing Danny’s chest.

His twin’s shy, quiet voice. “Is this okay?”

The half ghost’s mind catches up. “Yeah.” He blinks once. “It’s okay.”

Even quieter. “Can… can Ja… I sleep with you?”

The anxiety and surprise vanish. Warm and tender, Danny’s heart squeezes.

“Yes, of course.” He quickly agrees.

Part of him argues, it is practical. If Jamie starts destabilizing in the night, it will be quicker to stop it if the younger boy is closer. But a larger, more tender part remembers being eight and crawling into bed with Jazz after a nightmare. And…. Even just months again, after traveling to the future and seeing a monster with his face destroy the world… Danny isn’t too proud to admit that he cried to his sister after those hellish nightmares too.

Danny exhales, arms moving forward to wrap around his brother. “Come here.”

Jamie shuffles back slightly, back pressed to his older brother’s chest.

“It’s going to be alright.” Danny soothes, an echo of what Jazz had said to him.

The clone nods, offering his own shakily repeat. “It is going to be okay.” Slowly, his body relaxes. The nervous pattering of his imitation heart calms. His breathing begins to slow.

Danny breathes, his own muscles and heart doing the same. His mind slows and calms, drifting into dark fuzziness.

Still holding each other, the brothers fall asleep.

Notes:

I've debated a lot of how much of my heart behind this story I want to share here. But as painful as vulnerability can be, this is too important. (Heavy discussion incoming) I live in the US, so I'd say it's not surprising that my musing on the pain and uncertainty of life have something to do with current events. I'm like Jamie in this situation, hurting and scared. Last week, when those feelings were particularly bad, there was some cursing even being born. And I'm also like Danny. I'm seeing other people hurting, both distantly through the internet and as close as my immediate family (my dad is a federal employee who's spent the last two week angry and terrified off getting fired at the drop of a hat.). And I'm so completely helpless to do anything, to materially help or even offer comforting words. So, I'm trying my best to do what I'm always called to do: love the people around me as best I can. Religious (Christian) discussion below so feel free to skip if that doesn't interest you.

God is sovereign. I tell myself this all the time. This is what I told my parents, who are both Christians, on the phone earlier to try and comfort them. God is in control. He is working all things together for good, though I do not understand how this plan is good. I know every single wrong will either be absolved by Jesus's death on the cross or it will be answered for by those who refuse to repent. I know this but those words by themselves are so hard to believe. Sometime, words alone fall short. I've seen that even last night, when offering my family, who all very much know and love God, the comforting truth, only for the words to barely even register. I cannot comfort perfectly, I am just human. Nor do I have all the answers. I struggle to believe too.

But the best advice I can offer: Go to Jesus. In my experience when the darkness and fear are too much, the only solution that offers real peace, real comfort is going to Jesus.

Listen to his words in Matthew 11.

28 Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. 29 Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30 For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”

Come to Jesus. Bring Him your pain, your fears, your uncertainty. He promises rest, relief, comfort.

One of my favorite passages in the Bible: Hebrews 4:14-19

14Therefore, since we have a great high priest who has ascended into heaven, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold firmly to the faith we profess. 15For we do not have a high priest who is unable to empathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are—yet he did not sin. 16Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.

Jesus, our high priest, lives to intercede with God the Father for us. He understands every human pain, every frailty. He empathizes with you. He weeps with you in your pain. And more than all that, if we approach God's throne of grace, if we cry out to him, we will receive grace to helps us. God is rich in mercy and grace. He loves to pour it out on us.

I am saying all this to you as some who has felt and seen these promises fulfilled. God has been here, by my side through every single day of my 30 years of life. Every battle with depression and anxiety, every trouble big and small. He has comforted me in the dead of night when I cried myself to sleep. He pursued me when I ran from Him, when I was angry at Him, blaming Him for my circumstances. Jesus has never given up on me.

And He will never give up on you. So if you need comfort, go to Him. Pray, talk to Jesus like you would a trusted friend. Read the Bible, God's words of love to humanity. He promises that if you seek Him, you will find Him. That if you cry out, He will answer. If these words spoke to you at all, I plead with you to listen and to pray. Approach Jesus with your uncertainty and doubt, even with your anger and questions. He will answer.

[choccy-milky]

Status update on the dark relic nsfw comic please ma'am 🙏 my family is dying

ITS DONE!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉...well, the DRAWING part is as of yesterday BAHAHA. now im just adding all the dialogue/speech bubbles/sfx, SO ITS DEFINITELY GONNA BE SOON!! DEFS BY THIS WEEKEND!! ive just been very nitpicky on the font which i cant decide on LMAO and im also nitpicky abt other final touches LOL. i didnt wanna show anymore cuz ive already shown so much but HERES THE FINAL SNEAK PEEK

and speaking of fonts, i normally use handwriting by jeremy paz!

oh man its so random, but i either use the name lumi or clora for everything whenever i play rpgs (baldurs gate 3, dragon age, you name it) and clora originated from rune factory 4 LOL. theres a character named 'clorica' and i really liked that name, it sounds so elegant and fantasy ish, so i eventually just shortened it to clora bahaha. now its my go-to. i like how simple it is but it also sounds unique and works in modern AND fantasy settings, imo

my first and ONLY playthrough was as clora! i originally did try to make myself at the start, but i have short brown hair and straight across bangs, and they didnt have a style that felt 'me', so i went with just making a ravenclaw that i liked, and then gave her my go-to name of clora HAHA. and yea, i built up her and sebs relationship in my head as i was playing, especially with all the running around the castle i did. i just liked to imagine her constantly out of breath and flushed and seb just watching like ....🧍girl chill...

AND SPEAKING OF MY DARK RELIC COMIC/SMUT, my biggest advice for writing smut id say is to have a reasoning behind it, i guess? i focus a lot on their headspace/WHY they're fucking at that moment when i write it LOL instead of just the movements/sex for the sake of sex. in your case, the sexual tension leading up to the first time gives you SO much to work with, since you can just be in his head with how much hes looking forward to it, how much hes savouring it, how he's also nervous but enjoying it and trusting the other person, etc. the thoughts are hotter than the actual deed a lot of the times (which is why when clora and seb did it for the first time it ended up being like, 15k words of just foreplay and build up from sebs perspective LMAOO) so yeah id just try to focus on their emotions and desires if you can! and a lot of the times with consent stuff it CAN feel forced, and you dont even really need your characters to talk about that stuff verbally, at least not too much. you can do it in body language, or just something as simple as 'ill stop if you want'. it doesnt have to be a long therapist-like conversation about consent, which CAN tend to sound a little awkward and unrealistic (esp in the heat of the moment), if thats the problem you're having. HOPE I COULD HELP

also i love this for you and for me. YES GO ON AND MAKE A BUNCH OF CLORA CLONES, I COMMAND IT👉👉👉

and last but not least the most important question. honestly i like plain sweets a lot with no icing/filling. im a slut for shortbread cookies and also just plain glazed donuts. and also custard/portugese/egg tarts, which i also forced clora to like in my fic HAHA. IF YOU HAVENT HAD THEM YOU HAVE TO, THEYRE SO GOOD😩😩💖💖

[minireenasauce]

This is just a small analysis on how Himiko Toga’s emotions influence the usage of her quirk throughout the show:

(Major spoiler warning for My Hero Academia!!!)

Himiko Toga has always loved a lot, and because of her quirk, Transform, she would express her love by drinking blood. When she drank a dying sparrow’s blood and happily showed her parents, they pressured her into suppressing her quirk, and by extension, her love, “I fall in love too easily. With animals, with villains, heroes too, boys, girls, anything alive. Because they all have such lovely blood flowing through them.” (Episode: A Girl’s Ego).

Since she wasn’t going to drink blood to show her love anymore, she started envying others, instead. She envied their quirk, their smile, their relationships, and more, “Everyone told me I shouldn’t smile, and it made me so envious” (Episode: A Girl’s Ego). A prominent example of her envy is with Izuku Midoria. She is constantly asking for his blood, and saying that it’s because she utterly and truly loves him. While this is true, she is intentionally ignoring the reason why she loves him so much, that being how she would rather be him than be herself.

The one character that she loves purely at this point in the show is Twice. But when Twice gets killed by Hawks, she ends up switching from using her powers because of envy, to using her powers because of hatred. She does so by turning into Twice and making clones of herself in order to get revenge on Hawks, along with other heroes. “Die, heroes!” (Episode: A Girl’s Ego).

Himiko Toga has now gone through three stages. Love, envy, and hatred in that order exactly. In the episode A Girl’s Ego, Ochako Uraraka manages to get Toga from hatred back to her final and first stage, love. Ochako Uraraka is the one who ends up fighting Himiko Toga, but instead of harming her, she just tries to talk. This doesn’t work, however, because Himiko Toga is way too blinded by hatred to cooperate, “I’ll make you stop talking, Ochako Uraraka!” (Episode: A Girl’s Ego). Eventually, Uraraka manages to get Toga to go back to Envy, “You seem normal because you played by the rules! You have no idea what an easy life you had!” (Episode: A Girl’s Ego). Now that Toga had went back to the stage of envy, it was easier for Uraraka to get her back to the stage of love. “Ochako, am I cute?” “The cutest in the world” (Episode: A Girl’s Ego).

Himiko Toga never stopped loving. All she needed was understanding, and that was enough to clearly see how she drank blood out of malice. It was always pure love and affection. Now that she had someone who loved her for who she was, she decided to save Ochako’s life at the expense of her own. “Thank you, Ochako. You made me so happy. Genuinely, truly happy” (Episode: A Battle Without a Quirk). In this heartbreaking scene, Himiko is shown, alive, holding a sparrow that looks exactly like the one she had drank the blood from in her past. But this one looks up at her and flies away as Himiko smiles at it. Though it’s true that she had started and ended her life loving how she wanted to, the first sparrow was dead, symbolic of how back then, Toga only knew how to take. But now that she had met Uraraka, the sparrow was alive because she knew a way to love that now benefits everybody.

“If only I had understood then. If I’d had experienced this kind of love before, maybe I would have wanted to give people blood just as much as I wanted to drink their’s. And then maybe the world would have been an easier place for me to live in.”

[timbrewulfy]

first post, also just played In Stars and Time (SPOILERS)

can't believe I finally created my tumblr blog just to rant about my new obsession. please ignore any spelling/grammatical errors, i promise im smart. anyway, I just finished playing ISAT yesterday and it caused me emotional turmoil. it also made me spend a lot of time thinking about the connection between Loop and Siffrin. and I realized something. from Loop/Siffrin's POV, ISAT is basically a time travel fix-it story. lemme explain. on technicality, Loop is a FUTURE Siffrin. they experienced countless loops first and got to the king first. when they gave up, made a new wish, and ate the star, they became Loop, a celestial being formed by Wish Craft. and then they woke up under the favor tree to see their PAST SELF, BEFORE THE LOOPS EVEN HAPPENED. Loop time traveled to the past, but that also meant their timeline was erased. it's not that Loop's wish made a copy or clone of themselves, the Siffrin we know, that "replaces" them. it makes more sense that Loop, being a future Siffrin from their perspective, is helping their past self and in turn themselves because it'll affect their future, thus fulfilling their wish for someone to help them. they still become furious when their past self is actually able to win this time, likely because they still don't understand why the universe put them there in the past. they think it's just another cruel joke, that they're "supposed to shut up and take it." they didn't even know breaking the loops was actually possible. not to mention, Siffrin has a habit of becoming self-loathing when they're "useless" or incapable of something in comparison to others, and Loop is only a future version of Siffrin. so they see their past self achieve what they couldn't, they wonder why they didn't just hold on the first place, but then....Loop begins to fade. and wouldn't this be because.....if their past self never gave up this time, Loop would've never eaten the star? would've never even became Loop? this means Loop altered their own timeline. changed their fate by helping their past self. and they fade, because now they will get to be happy when their past self reaches the future. and they ONLY fade when it's certain that their task has been completed, that they have truly altered the course of Siffrin's life. sure, it may be paradoxical because then Loop wouldn't have gone back in time to help Siffrin, right? but the thing is, besides Loop being time traveled back to before Siffrin knew of loops, Siffrin is shown to remember anything over timelines from that point onward. so. if Loop, aka future Siffrin, was put in the past to help their past self gain a better future, so that Loop would've never had to eat the star (which wouldn't be finalized until the very end of act 5, into act 6, when Siffrin has enough hope to not give up, mind you), and Loop fades because their fate will now be whoever past Siffrin grows to be, then this ending will remain permanent and not be cancelled out by Loop "never existing", BECAUSE Siffrin still remembers any timeline anyway. they will always remember Loop. and perhaps Loop WILL be seeing Siffrin again, as they stated, but in their reflection in the future. perhaps they realize this as they fade, and that's why they're okay with it in the end. when they fight, it's like scott vs older scott in scott pilgrim takes off, basically. anyway i love siffrin he's the mentally ill protagonist ever.

[mammalsofaction]

Oh!!!! Thank you for the response!!! :) I will try not to spam you with asks though, but now I'm also curious to know some of your theories! Perry, Perryshmirtz, or general PnF related!

Yeeeeaaa, I noticed that a lot of stuff tends to be glossed over, both by Dan and Swampy. Even the characters themselves tend to hand wave stuff (prime example of this was when everyone but Candace refused to acknowledge how Perry could have come to Africa) 😆

I guess I wasn't sure if the replication machine was IN agent lairs. The way it's shown off, I kind of assumed it was at OWCA labs--- the analyser being their hats while the machine itself is in the lab type of deal. Although, your point about Perry having the highest level of clearance at the OWCA does imply that he could have just asked for this stuff to be installed in his lair, especially for Alpha level threats.

On the other hand, I'm iffy on whether OWCA knew about all of this. It's clear by the way Perry gives Phineas the key that Monogram doesn't know--- he waits for the call with MM to end to give the key to Phin and does so under the guise that he was following orders with no ulterior motives or intentions. Additionally, we know Perry isn't afraid to bend some rules (or break others) with him letting Stacy keep her memories, allowing Heinz his New Year victory, their BFF photos in his wallet, and saving those photos of himself and the boys.

So, I don't think it's too farfetched for Perry to set do all of this without directly involving the OWCA or even having his plan greenlit. But, it still leaves me wondering how he managed to do it. (As much as I would have loved the idea of Heinz helping, I do have to admit that it would have been too big of a risk for Perry to take. Even WITH the amnesia-inator being an option 😅)

Anyway, the whole scene where Phineas and Ferb go into Perry's Lair makes me SO goddamn emotional. Just... so bittersweet knowing that Perry can never truly tell them how he feels about them post-at2d because it'd mean being ripped away from them forever. Genuinely heartbreaking. And I won't lie, I definitely teared up seeing Phineas and Ferb come to the realization that Perry has always loved and trusted them, believing in them so thoroughly that he literally has them be the last line of defense for the whole world. It's a powerful moment and probably my all-time favorite scene from the movie 🥹

(Side note: I agree that Perry doesn't wholly trust the OWCA with Undercover Carl likely being the episode that kicked off this distrust. I'm now wondering if maybe we'll see more impact from this in the revival 👀)

Please forgive the STUPIDLY late response, ive had a lot on my plate and also i lost my first draft to this haha but still PLEASE spam away it gives me absolute life.

Actually yeah now that I think about it IS lowkey suspect about the key itself since, again, I'm pretty sure this is under the table and Heinz probably doesn't have anything to do with this. Perry does have some connections/blackmail though, with Monty (dating Vanessa), Pinky (close neighbour, different department, good with computers) and Carl DEFINITELY owes Perry with the amount of shit hes accidentally piled onto the Flynn Fletchers in his time.

After the whole mishap with Dennis breaking into his lair to reach HQ, evil Carl, being framed by clones etc.... I'm sure no one would blame Perry for wanting a spare access key he would want to keep on hand. Nobody would know his secret plan of giving it to his boys in emergency cases though. All things considered the spare key is do-able.

Also... Nonnie i get you like on a SPIRITUAL level. At2D is a meta sandbox DREAM. There is just so much to unpack and analyse politically, emotionally and relationships wise. Especially since it's SUCH a perry centric narrative which was SO rare before season 4. Like the reveal of Platyborg, Perry's identity reveal, the ongoing argument with Phineas the whole time... Thinking about the scene with Perry holding all of his most loved ones above the lava scene can send me into such an emotional spiral.

I cant remember what episodes start where, but Undercover Carl was probably his sign that OWCA can be an active threat to the Flynn Fletchers.

Come Home Perry was the ep that told us OWCA does NOT care about the closeness of an agent's relationship to their family.

Cheer Up Candace tells Perry that OWCA can VERY easily be persuaded to turn against Perry/lose faith in Perry despite everything Perry's done for the company.

Where's Perry and Phineas and Ferb Save Summer are the first two instances in mind that proves so much of OWCA can be dismantled from the inside and he cant trust that it cant happen again. (Hes right to think this, since it happens AGAIN in OWCA files)

So yeah there are SO many reasons why Perry doesnt trust OWCA when it comes to taking care of his loved ones. I really really REALLY hope that we get more Perry centric eps in the revival bc it is so juicy juicy 🧃🥤🧃🥤

[class1akids]

Kaminari and Tsuyu’s underutilisation really grinds my gears because they had SUCH potential to be really interesting characters who would have fleshed out areas of the story that were otherwise lacking. Like just off the top of my head:

Kaminari has a pretty high social intelligence. He’s generally pretty good at diffusing stressful situations, handling difficult people, and connecting with others regardless of their origins. All of which are skills it would have been REALLY useful for Deku to develop if the end goal was for him to save villains. Additionally Kaminari’s struggle to control and utilise his very destructive quirk, which effectively damages him if he uses it too much, could have acted as a more open, smaller and closer to home comparison to Dabi’s situation, providing the main cast with a starting point for understanding some of what he went through.

Tsuyu is really the person who should have been given the mutant plot line. Unlike Shoji, she was a character we’d actually spent time with, and even if the plot line was last minute, Tsuyu had in text things that could be built off, like her difficulty making friends due to her appearance, and the fact she’s shown to be hesitant of using certain powers (like regurgitation) because she feels they’re gross. Additionally, Tsuyu internship seemed to be setting her up to be a sea based hero, an environment that people often (famously) need to be saved from, but also an environment where heroes will always be needed even if their jobs lack the glamour of villains to fight.

Yeah, I agree.

Tsuyu was an early favorite of mine, so I was really sad to see her fade into a really lame storyline where she could add nothing.

I think both Tsuyu and Shoji could have been used in the mutant plotline (and Tokoyami + Kouda), but it also should have been built much earlier - showing microaggressions, slowly weaving in the type of discrimination that heteromorphs face. And it should have been resolved better than telling heteromorphs to be "good victims" and solving it by giving Shoji an award.

And yes, Tsuyu absolutely should have been a sea-side water-based rescue hero and not continue to exist to be Ochako's emotional trashcan in a wildly imbalanced "friendship" well into her late 20s.

Kaminari to me actually had some nice highlights in that he was one of the only students ever showing emotions like fear in battle situations (like he did in the PLF War). What I really wanted is a pay-off for his friendship with Bakugou. I think it would have been awesome to see him defend Bakugou's body when the Twice clones swarmed Floating UA and restart his heart in the end, instead of the self-exploding sweat nonsense.

[celestial-specter]

I haven’t seen it as much online these days, but when season one was still airing, I often saw criticism that the batch, other than perhaps Hunter and Omega, ‘lacked character depth.’

It was something I didn’t think too much about at the time, but now, on my final re-watch of the whole show before the final season begins (😭) I couldn’t disagree more.

Sure, as there is so much action and plot occurring during the series premiere Aftermath, there is not much screen-time remaining to dedicate towards the emotional depth of the characters.

However, I’m a huge fan of the ways writers can use unconventional methods to show audiences the traits and roles of characters; As the bad batch are soldiers in every sense of the word, I believe there is no better way to highlight their individual personalities and talents than to show it through their battle strategy.

So, if you’re like me and love both star wars and unnecessarily in-depth analysis, I present…

Aftermath’s battle simulation: How one scene reintroduces us to Clone Force 99, and possibly foreshadows later events in the series.

(Part 1)

Across all star wars projects, the empire is always presented from above (in the context of The Bad Batch, think of the broadcast of Palpatine shown to the clones earlier during Aftermath, Raven’s Peak towering over the cloud cover on Eriadu, and Mount Tantiss surging over the natural jungle on Weyland). During the battle simulation, Tarkin watches from the viewing platform above the training ground, suggesting this scene will illustrate how the batch will respond to the new power of the empire.

When the team first enter the training ground, Hunter is the only one without his helmet on - he is already more humanized than the rest of his brothers. Of all the team, Hunter is the one who looks most like a ‘regular’ clone, despite his obvious attempts otherwise. He understands the importance of humanizing himself and his brothers - when he tries to save Caleb on Kaller, he removes his helmet in an attempt to get through to him. In this scene, Hunter only puts on his helmet and regains his status as a soldier when it is clear that a battle is about to begin. Even this small action could be interpreted as showing that being a soldier is not what Hunter truly wants, whereas the rest of his brothers are satisfied to continue in the way of life they have always known.

Once the battle begins, Hunter gives his brothers no instructions besides ‘You know what to do.’ Even as their leader, he trusts his team enough to know that they will succeed without his direct intervention. Even without a clear approach in mind, they all fall into places without any preamble - showing that Hunter is correct in his assessment of the situation, and that his brothers know each other well enough to do so without guidance.

The positioning of each member at the beginning of the battle is also important- as they move to the barrier, Echo, Crosshair and Hunter go left, while Wrecker and Tech go right, as seen below.

These positions could be indicative of their current roles within the squad at its peak. For example, the split between the right and left side could represent their difference standards of morals. Hunter, Echo, and Crosshair have, at this point in the series, been shown to be the most complex and strong willed members of the team - it is clear what each one of them believes in, and each one of them is unafraid to speak up when something goes against their personal moral code. This this shown prior to this point during Aftermath, as most of the discussion over Order 66 is between this trio, while Wrecker and Tech seem to be simply going through the motions rather than challenging them.

This is not to say that Tech and Wrecker do not also each have strong personalities, but so far they are much more focused on their individual interests than the morality of their lives as soldiers and their prospective roles in the formation of the new empire.

In this formation, Hunter is caught in the middle of all of his brothers, a position he is often placed in during group shots throughout the series. In this scene however, he is closely drawn to Crosshair’s side. Hunter’s reaction to Omega has shown that he has complex feelings about children being on Kamino, likely an attitude he has formed due to his own upbringing on the planet. It can be assumed by CT numbers that Crosshair (CT-9904) is the youngest of the batch, explaining the close yet intense relationship shared between him and Hunter.

Echo is also on the left side, but remains on the outside of the group. This could be interpreted as Echo simply arriving late to the batch and their having to reform this battle strategy to include him, but I prefer to think of it as a way to highlight Echo’s continued isolation, even amongst his brothers.

The placement of Crosshair between Echo and Hunter is also interesting. Echo, who has always been very focused on rules and regulations, and Hunter, the leader of a squad who openly flaunt their ability to break them. This positioning could be indicative of Crosshair feeling torn between two places, and his emotional conflict due to the effects of the inhibitor chip.

Located on the right side, Wrecker and Tech are both much more placid and easygoing. They are both often involved in childish bickering (as is Crosshair), but these two are never typically involved in intense conflict as the others are. As shown by the batch’s first appearance in The Clone Wars, Wrecker can be quick to anger when his brothers are threatened, but is easily dissuaded from violence by Hunter. Meanwhile, Tech is attempting to stop the fight from occurring in the first place, and is seemingly averse to conflict unless he deems the situation to be inescapable without it (e.g. the cafeteria fight).

Wrecker and Hunter are technically next to one another, but there is a huge space between them. To me, this gap represents the difference in their personalities as a result of their upbringing. Wrecker truly symbolizes the more easygoing, often-childlike comedic character, while Hunter is burdened by his concerns and responsibilities for his family. The pair were shown to have a closer relationship during their arc in The Clone Wars, with Hunter joining in with the jokes and antics of his younger brothers, and assuring Wrecker that he will beat Crosshair’s kill count during their next mission. In this scene, the space between them could foreshadow the upcoming degradation of their relationship due to the rise of the empire.

Tech is also on the outside of the group, but on the complete opposite side to Echo. Interestingly, since their very first meeting, Tech and Echo have been shown to have quickly developed a close relationship, with Tech being the main clone (other than Rex) to liberate Echo from captivity. The pair being on opposite sides likely is due to their similar technical skillsets but opposing ways off approaching situations- Echo is shown to possess a great deal of tact and patience when it comes to other characters such as Omega, whereas Tech can come across as nonchalant and uncaring at times. These positions also highlight how these two are the most independent of the group, both of them having no issues in leaving to compete missions alone.

[david-talks-sw]

The fact that Dave Filoni called Anakin “the greatest Jedi ever” is proof that he’s bias AF. His anti-Jedi rhetoric is bupkis.

I wonder if he means "the greatest" in terms of in-universe fame...?

Dunno if this is the case in Canon (then again Dave Filoni blatantly ignores any *non-motion* transmedia elements in Canon so meh), but in Legends he's:

"Anakin Skywalker, the Hero with no Fear™, handsome, dashing, the face of the Republic's army during the Clone War, the only Jedi who tried to resist the nefarious Order's coup and was treacherously murdered for it".

And I seem to remember that, in Canon, he's like the Jedi Temple's superstar anyway, every Jedi recognizes him on sight. I mean, that line from Baylon about "Anakin speaking highly of Ahsoka" must have some meaning beyond artificial personal stakes.

So from a fame and a "power level" standpoint... sure.

He's the greatest.

I'm giving Filoni the benefit of the doubt.

While I've talked about why Filoni's entire headcanon about the Jedi doesn't track with what George Lucas' intended narrative, I think it's worth acknowledging that Filoni's bias comes from part of his duties while directing The Clone Wars was.

One of the goals of TCW was humanizing Anakin, expanding upon his character make him go from "a character whose only purposes is to embody the themes presented in three movies based on the matinee serial format" to a relatable person, a good man, the hero Ben mentions to Luke in A New Hope.

I think it's normal that he'll see Anakin in a more positive light.

Also (and full disclosure this is just me theorizing I am no authority on any of this so if turns out I'm wrong just come right out and say so)...

I'm pretty sure that Filoni, Lesley Headland and most of the recent Star Wars authors are all Gen X, raised by baby boomers forced to conform to society, obey authority and have proper decorum (boys don't cry!) all of which they strove to rebel against. Add to that the corruption they witnessed growing up and coming out of high school, and you see a kind of jadedness emerge. "The rules aren't as black and white, the world is grey."

So while most of them and the boomers despised the Prequels upon release, a few of them projected a more individualistic headcanon onto those movies that fit with where their head was, at the time.

As such: Anakin isn't interpreted by them as a cautionary tale about what happens when you're greedy. He's a misunderstood rebel, a non-conformist who has his flaws but is ultimately good at heart. Which isn't entirely inaccurate, but it is very clearly an embellishment of a character who will one day become a space nazi.

The fact is... the Prequels were made by a boomer. One with very liberal values and who was himself a rebel, but a boomer all the same. The whole point of his story is...

"we all must come together and fight as one, if push comes to shove; we must all be compassionate and selfless if we are to survive; don't be greedy, let people go when it's their time to leave".

And then he makes the Jedi say that, making them beacons of truth and good and compassion in his fairy tale, now aimed at Gen Z kids.

Gen X-ers hear/read that and project all the boomer BS they had been told onto the Jedi...

"oh, so the Jedi are saying you shouldn't love yourself, you shouldn't be yourself, you should give up on what makes you an individual to fit in, you shouldn't feel any emotions"

Because nobody is that good, realistically, right?

This happened in other mediums. The one that comes to mind on the spot is the relationship between Mufasa and Scar.

In The Lion King, Mufasa is strong and noble, Scar is weak and conniving. Simple enough. Around that same time, in A Tale of Two Brothers, young Mufasa is shown to be pretty nice with Taka (Scar), who is framed as a spoiled brat to begin with.

Skip to the 2019 remake, and it's hinted Mufasa gave Scar his wound, and in The Lion Guard they explain that Scar got his nickname from Mufasa mocking him for a misadventure.

He went from being a noble king to a bully who had it coming, Scar is an underdog who got picked on. Because again: nobody is that pure, right? Fairytales be-damned.

Nothing is black and white, it's all grey.

So yeah, long story short I do think that Filoni being part of the generation that wasn't the target demographic but was old enough to retcon the crap out of the Prequels also plays a role into his view of Anakin.

[thatbxolivia]

AKDKDJ WHOEVER 🩰 ANON IS YOUR IDEA IS 🔥

mommy!reader x little!anakin

summary- you and anakin are both switches and while you’re usually the regressed one, you put yourself into a caregiving role when your partner returns from a particularly difficult mission. he feels broke and needs your help putting the pieces together again.

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the thing about anakin was he didn’t like to talk about his emotions. not because he didn’t have them, he just found it difficult to articulate what bothered him at any given time. usually things didn’t get to him. sure, he’d been sad before. he’d seen awful things and acknowledged them as atrocities, but never felt any type of way over them. especially after losing what little family he had and being desensitized to violence, credit to the clone wars.

today was different.

as he returned home, you noticed the sag in his shoulders and red & puffy eyes. you didn’t realize what was happening at first, but quickly realized.

today was not your day to be cared for and doted on, it would be his.

“anakin? what’s wrong?” you asked, concern evident in your voice. he shrugged.

“it’s fine, little one. i just… need a second.” he said, slumping off to the bathroom and closing the door behind him. you heard the sound of the lock clicking and sighed, beginning to straighten up the apartment. you had a feeling you knew where this was headed, and you would be ready and be there for him. you laid out comfortable clothes for him, not pulling out pajamas as you wanted to ease him into his headspace. you wouldn’t dive right in so why would you expect him to?

he came out of the bathroom looking defeated and made eye contact with you, immediately breaking down in tears and running to you.

“what happened, baby?” you asked, rubbing his back like he would for you. the two of you sat and you gave him a side hug this time, his head in the space between your neck and shoulder.

“it was a mother and a baby. they were innocent. the droids just mowed them down like they were nothing. i see it all the time, i don’t know why this one specifically is getting to me. maybe because i saw it actually happen? i usually just see the aftermath but now i actually saw it and i can’t go back out there-“ he ranted and you cut him off, shushing him gently.

“breathe.” you told him. “i got you. you don’t have to go back, say the word and we’ll leave. i’d do anything for you.” you said. he sobbed, holding onto you tighter. “why don’t we get you dressed, baby, and then we’ll just spend time together?” you asked and he nodded. you let him calm down from his tears before you helped him take his cloak off and hung it up as he discarded the rest of his clothing, getting dressed into comfier wear. you placed his day clothes aside.

“thank you for helping me, i’m sorry if it’s too much for you. i can stop…” he trailed off, looking down.

“baby, who’s always here for you?” you asked and he looked back at you.

“you are, mama.” he said, pulling you in for a hug. you squeezed him tight and rubbed his back again.

“that’s right. i’m always here for you.” you reassured him, standing on your tippy toes to give him a kiss on the forehead. he loved your kisses. “now let’s go spend some time together and enjoy each others company, what do you say?” you asked and he nodded.

you walked him back to the living room as he sat on the floor between your legs and you sat on the couch. you massaged his head as the two of you watched his favorite cartoon. you took a small break from rubbing his head to wrap his blanket around him, one you had hand crocheted for him in multicolor yarn. it was his absolute favorite. you went back to rubbing his head and sighed happily.

you loved being in this headspace when it was needed. you loved being able to reciprocate the love and affection he’s always shown you. you loved being his mama ♥️

[kismetconstellations]

VLD + 🌹 💩💚 👎 👀 💖 💢

Oh boy. Here we go...

Ship that you have as an OTP: Shiro/Keith, but only when portrayed in a very specific way.

Ship that you find disgusting: Shiro being romantically and/or sexually paired with Sendak, and Shiro being romantically and/or sexually paired with Pidge, especially when she's underage.

Ship that you secretly like: It's not much of a secret, but Shiro/Sven, my beloved crackship. (⺣◡⺣)♡

Ship that you can never see happening: Shiro/A woman, because he's gay, and the milquetoast fetish ship whose popular fandom portmanteau rhymes with "pants".

Ship you're curious about: Shiro, not his clone, but actual, original Shiro/Lotor intrigues me, but, again, only when portrayed in a very specific way. No Top/Dom/Alpha Shiro, thank you. Shiro/Coran has potential. "Kuron"/Lance is kind of cute. And, I've read fic shipping Shiro with Keith's dad... a concept, it turns out, that I'm not at all opposed to.

Ship that needs more love: Shiro/Sven! There's so much selfcest for Shiro out there, but no one wants to pair him with the version of himself from an alternate reality? The one who isn't an exact genetic replica? It's two sweet, scarred, dorky (one slightly more than the other), and self-sacrificing space soldiers. There's a veritable trove of untapped potential, there! Shiro/Adult Hunk is also sorely overlooked and underappreciated. Those two would be so good to and for each other.

Ship that is most misunderstood: I'm worried I might get flack for this, but... Shiro/Keith.

I don't think Shiro had feelings for Keith or ever saw or entertained him as a romantic prospect, Pre-Kerberos. I don't think he and Keith were dating at any point during the first two seasons. I strongly dislike any interpretation that paints Shiro as dense or emotionally oblivious for not immediately acting on an anguished declaration of love that Keith offered to a brainwashed clone and prefaced with, "You're my brother". And, I can't stand how imbalanced portrayals of this ship are both amongst the fandom and within the show, itself, in favor of Keith.

Shiro deserves more and better than being reduced to Keith's emotional crutch.

A prime example of this imbalance is how often Shiro agonizes over Keith's scar, in fanfiction. The scar that he, himself, didn't inflict, but would still (in a manner that is completely befitting of his character) find reason to blame himself for. Meanwhile, Keith slicing the clone's arm off in order to defend himself, leaving a resurrected Shiro to inhabit a body without his dominant arm for their entire journey back to Earth, almost never merits apology or discussion.

The emotional distance between the two of them in Season Eight is blamed entirely on Shiro, victimizing Keith without ever considering that, beyond it being abysmal writing, the distance could be symptomatic of Shiro's poor mental state, and the fact that he has no one while Keith and the other Paladins all have their own tribes outside of the Voltron bond.

(Keith, surrounded by his mother, Kolivan, and the Blades' love, pride, and support.)

(As opposed to Shiro, standing blurred and isolated on The Atlas's bridge, in a panning shot that he isn't even the focus of.)

The Atlas's bridge crew doesn't count as any sort of support or real companionship for Shiro, as they're shown working out and socializing together while Shiro remains on the bridge by himself, absorbed in his duties.

I have my own theories about why "Kuron" appears to be more physically attracted to Keith than Shiro does that I won't get into, here. But, suffice it to say, Keith and Shiro have chemistry. They're extremely important to each other, intuitively know how to get past each other's emotional walls, and their bond defied death, itself. It's just a matter of putting them on equal footing, giving Shiro's trauma as much consideration and weight as Keith's, and not depicting them as seme-uke stereotypes because of their height difference and physical builds.

Fiery, intensely devoted, and protective Keith would be the dominant partner.

Not the near-completely celibate, heartrendingly gentle man whose brain and body have been ravaged by trauma, is terrified of being a broken monster, and was previously involved in a long-term relationship with a controlling partner who felt a need to "protect" him.

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Thank you so much for the prompts! ❤

[connecting-the-stars]

OKAY-Okay-okay….

That did hurt. I am hurt. WHY does the season 2 end like THAT!?

As someone who’s in a late crowd, I would be so seething in anger at the amount of time that’d I’d have to wait for all the shit to be solved in the next season. It really leaves such a dreadful note and kinda definitely depressing.

I’m over here like - yeah I know My Main Man Tech is gonna “kick the bucket” but I’ll be fine - I AM NOT FINE!

Bruh him sacrificing himself, Wrecker refusing to let him go, Omega being injured to have to remember his fall all over again, everyone is Big Sad and then Omega refuses to follow orders and tries to save Hunter and Wrecker to then have her be taken anyway! And Crosshair just lying unresponsive! It’s 28 minutes… My life was ruined in that span.

It’s definitely giving fighting a losing battle. Man, that was not an easy watch, everything just crumbles around them just as hunter has decided to go through with the plan to retire at Pabu too! It’s defeating in every sense of the word, but Star Wars is about hope persevering - (S3 please give me hope in the end!)

Seeing Cid have this regret about herself and I’m like “shut it! SHUT IT!” I guess it’s fine to show characters have remorse but she’s pouting as if the situation isn’t entirely her fault.

Seeing Wrecker in that neck brace and on his knees surrounded by the soldiers - my heart like sunk. The writers went after the character thats always been shown to overcome overwhelming amounts of soldiers and this time he can’t.

- I’ve seen some perspectives that point out that going on this mission to place a tracker on Hemlock’s ship was mute, like it was an excuse to give Tech his Hero Moment and kill him. But I don’t want to believe that the writers who put so much emphasis on his growth this season would make this his end. In the end, his actions prove Omega’s initial misassumptions wrong. “Doesn’t act like he cares.” He down write was the one to double check if crosshair was actually a prisoner, he fully supported the plan of getting his brother out. He reminds Hunter that Crosshair is still their brother, he has shown his care for Omega, and his growing connection to Phee - improving in places where his wealth of knowledge does not support him. I know the mission failed, that hemlock’s ship was never tracked and Crosshair is still very much a prisoner, but I don’t think it’s in vain. At least to me, his death almost certainly feels not permanent.

- Hemlock looks for Tech’s body and retrieves his shattered goggles, uses them as a tool to force Hunter to bend his knee. Use this emotional leverage to make hunter doubt himself and increase the fear of losing another brother. This ploy turns my head because hemlock has been shown to be quite determined and unshakable in his quest for completing his project for palpatine, of course he wants to capture Omega at any means, but he is also working with his unsightly experiments. The adult sized green tubes that held all sorts of people when Omega found Crosshair. I don’t find it hard to believe that he knew exactly how to pressure the bad batch in order to get them to surrender and he took a gravely injured Tech as his latest project. The head scientist in charge of this doomsday-esc lab facility on the planet that can’t be found, the scientist that brought back the Zillo Beast. He’s the one who seems to eventually be able to create clones with enough M-count for the emperor. If he got his hands on a member of a genetically enhanced clone group, it’s like a holiday present, of course he’d take them as another tool in his arsenal to ensure his mission and impose his control over the clones.

#Techisalivetruther

Also it was uncalled for when they played “when do we ever follow orders” his last words to open the recap of season 2 for season 3. (This literally made me have some inhuman miserable noise escape me)

(Many have pin pointed this behavior and I agree) But this also give me pause because the bad batch DOESNT follow orders! Who else doesnt follow orders well? >:D

[notallthoseinheadspace]

Thoughts/speculation on The Bad Batch:

Weirdly, I am actually more hopeful for a positive ending now than I was before Point of No Return.

(Episode spoilers, discussion, and speculation below cut)

So, this is coming from a point of being pretty sure that A) CX-2 is Tech (because who the fuck else in this series says 'domicile", literally nobody, I was on the fence until that tbh) and B) that Omega is Force-sensitive (and that they've been dropping hints about it since Season 1). Even if she's not Force-sensitive, she's incredibly intuitive and has an amazing mind for strategy, which has been repeatedly proven.

But minor things that could have been guesses on her part - identifying Cid, calling out Crosshair while they're in the brig, bonding with Batcher, and in a way never giving up on Crosshair - also could be manifestations of a minor and untrained connection to the Force. If we do see indisputable Force abilities from her, my guess is they'll manifest in minor prescience, sensing the emotions of others, and bonding with creatures, since those are all things she's already shown. (I don’t think she has Jedi potential, but it bears repeating that not every Force-sensitive is or needs to be a Jedi! [Or a Sith.])

And Omega - tactical prodigy who can (probably) sense the emotions/general thoughts of others, is alone in the shuttle with CX-Tech. Possibly with some form of tracker - she and Crosshair knew she’d be scanned. She gave up one comm and wasn’t scanned again. Not having fallback plans would be unlike them, even if those plans are sometimes very much by the seat of their pants.

Because the Batch had plans for everything and Tech made her learn them all.

Now, what sticks out to me about CX-2 in this episode is that he has notably, despite orders, very deliberately avoided killing any of the Batch members during the invasion of Pabu.

It would have been no trouble whatsoever for him to blow up the Marauder a moment later, when Wrecker was inside of it. And he made the decision to shoot the pilot of the gunship - in the neck, through the cockpit window - an arguably harder shot than Hunter, who was in the open bay, and easily capable of bailing out and swimming back to shore when the ship crashed.

And he's taken Omega in the shuttle with him, with no other guards, and left her unrestrained in the cockpit aside from a pair of binders. And while she’s a child, and was pressed into docility during her time on Tantiss, she’s still a clone, one who’s been trained and tested by the team that boasted a 100% success rate until Order 66.

And, if CX-2 is Tech and the storyline is mirroring itself, then let’s go back to 2x09, The Crossing, where they’re trying to extract ipsium from Cid’s mine. Omega is struggling, Tech is set against his family, and quiet heart-to-hearts are had as Tech and Omega sit together in the blue-lit dark, separated from their brothers - which leads to reunions, solutions, and escape.

So - it may not be the devastating reveal of a helmet pulled from an unconscious-or-worse body that I originally imagined - it may be quiet, knowing questions and a helmet calmly lifted off and set on the console to look at his sister with his own eyes.

...of course, whether he still knows her or not is the question.

[delless03]

I'm very emotional about the finale so let's talk abt the clones real quick ehem

One thing watching the bad batch has shown me is the selfless love the clones had. It's literally painted all over the whole show but i wanna highlight a few things in the finale:

The clones in Tantiss decided to stay and help Omega and Echo without a second of a doubt, even though freedom is right there- they could run for their lives but they didn't. Bro, these clones had gone through hell and back, but the second one of their brothers needs them, they didn't give a crap about that or the risk.

When Crosshair offered to break into Tantiss alone, Wrecker and Hunter could have accepted that and waited but no. If they were gonna survive together, then they were gonna survive together. If they were gonna die together, they were gonna die together.

In all the ways i wish tech was alive, his sacrifice meant that much more with him being actually dead. Yeah, we didn't get that reunion (sobs), that satisfaction of having the batch back together, but we did get the fruit of Tech's love for his brothers and sister. He literally died for them.

The clones' love for each other was selfless. If they could give a chance for one of them to survive then they would give it - no matter the cost. I admire that.