#yes this is about phee

[niobiumao3]

The idea that if you don't write gen fics/make gen art where a woman character of color is in a vacuum away from her (male) love interest you are somehow not REALLY appreciating her is reductive, gatekeeping, and absurd.

They don't receive the same fan attention white women do, romantic and otherwise. You cannot apply the same expectations and metrics because misogynoir has its own facets to consider.

Fans don't have to 'prove they care about her' by writing her in a context free of her partner. That's just an attempt to shut down those fans, and when the character is a WoC then they already struggle enough getting fandom to care about them.

You're not fooling anyone with that fake feminist garbage. If you don't want to see a woman of color in a romantic pairing then whatever, but stop saying people who predominantly write about them in that fashion don't 'actually care about her'.

If you're not providing that content either, then neither do you.

[heyclickadee]

I mean, I’m just going to like the character and the ship more now.

[wiltedwilloww]

The Bad Batch has the most realistic romantic plot because when a gorgeous, independent woman was presented with several equally handsome men, she chooses the smartass.

[nightskyfoxyy]

Beach day pt.2 now feat. the husband

[here-comes-the-moose]

I absolutely HAD to share a thought I had. So I was thinking about how I headcanon that Phee’s favorite color is yellow, and I’ve seen other share this headcanon as well, and I was thinking about oh she would look gorgeous in a long float yellow dress I had seen, but then it hit me.

Tech getting Phee an engagement ring with a yellow stone.

[cameoliob]

She can fix an X Wing like you wouldnt BELIEVE

[clonesimpextra]

You know what? I wish a canon significant other for every clone who wants one, especially my faves. Wolffe finds someone who pushes past his rough exterior and gives him a little peace? PLEASE LET HIM HAVE THAT. Rex meets someone who he doesn't have to be brave and responsible around for a little while? IT'S WHAT HE DESERVES.

[havoc-7]

“Tech told me all about your…SPARKLING personality” I wanna know what Tech told Phee about Crosshair that made her so confidently sarcastic in that moment, like

Tech: oh yes, our brother Crosshair. Best sniper in the GAR, possibly the galaxy. He always kept an eye on us through his scope while we were on the battlefield.

Phee: that’s ni—

Tech: sure, he is cold and unyielding and incredibly stubborn and a little arrogant, but he always means well. He does like to pick fights with regs, but you can’t blame him, after being bullied all his life.

Phee: I guess we all have our—

Tech: there was that time where he got super upset with Hunter for not murdering that Jedi on Kaller. Then he tried to convince us to murder civilians. But he abandoned us for the Empire after that, so it wasn’t really a repeating problem.

Phee: wait—

Tech: that was when he shot Wrecker. Oh, and he tried to roast us alive in a spaceship engine. That was all under the influence of the inhibitor chip, though. Supposedly he’s had it removed since then. So his murderous tendencies have probably chilled out a little bit.

Phee:

Tech: he also used to eat glue.

[apocalyp-tech-a]

The anger I feel after ugly crying multiple times that we didn't get closure to this scene... It's Kylo Ren slashing the place up levels. It's Darth Maul keeping his top half alive through hate wanting revenge on Obi-Wan Kenobi levels.

What are the chances that this sad conversation will be resolved in the season finale next week? I am very worried.

[niobiumao3]

There's this weird idea that we must accept the story that is told in a show, a book, a movie, etc. I wonder sometimes where it came from, because historically this is very much not the case; myths were re-written and re-told constantly, books were re-printed with whole sections changed out. Even here in the modern era we have authors releasing 'unabridged' versions of their books, 'director's cuts' of movies.

Obviously if you as a fan only want to engage with the canon as presented that's your call and it's fine. But I think some people also feel like they have to and that's quite odd to me.

Star Wars is by no means the only example here but it's a good one because SW had a whole section of canon that Disney just straight up de-canonized--and note, Lucas never considered any of it canon either! He's point blank said he felt the Extended Universe (now Legends) of games, books, and comics was entirely separate from the films and TCW seasons he personally was involved in, effectively its own offshoot before Disney renamed it and separated themselves from it. So from that POV we already have three separate SW canons: Lucas, EU/Legends, and Disney. (And since a lot of content in Legends is contradictory we already have more than that!)

What I am saying is: there already IS no single official canon to follow, hasn't been since the first EU/Legends media was produced. This is hardly a surprise with a 48 year old story setting which has changed corporate hands and had licensing handed out to god and everyone, but people keep running around asserting 'but in canon this happened thus I am delulu for X'.

Which canon?

The concept of an 'AU' already has almost no meaning in Star Wars; there are almost a dozen 'official' alternate universes. Why is yours, as a fan, any less valid, any more 'delusional'? Because you didn't sign a contract with Lucasfilm or Disney? That's not totally a BAD thing seeing as how they don't seem inclined to properly pay their creators and have a tendency to kill/write off characters as soon as they've gotten their props for inclusiveness.

Don't concern yourself with canon compliance. Disney and Lucasfilm certainly aren't.

[starkwlkr]

teacups and princesses | max verstappen

an: i’ve never been to disneyworld/land so sorry if anything is wrong lol

Max had promised Ophelia a trip to Disney World whenever they made it to Miami. That’s all the little girl could talk about. She even made a list of all the things she wanted to do and characters she wanted to meet. Max would do anything to see his baby girl happy so your little family of three arrived to America earlier than you usually would so Ophelia could spend a day at Disney.

Max wanted her day to feel magical so he bought her an identical sleeping beauty dress and pink glittery flats instead of those plastic heels that came worth the dress.

“Papa, you have to wear the ears!” Ophelia pointed at the Mickey wars that were on display. “Please!”

“You think papa would look cute in them?” Max grabbed her hand and walked with her to the store. You couldn’t help but take a picture of them.

“Yes! And mama can wear this one!” Ophelia pointed to the Minnie ears.

“Oh, mama is going to look so beautiful in these. Can you pick some ears for me? I want to look beautiful like mama.” Max grabbed the Minnie ears and placed them on your head. He then took his phone out and took a picture of you.

Ophelia was taking the job of finding the perfect Mickey ears for Max very seriously. She had changed her mind at least four times. When she spotted the perfect ones, she immediately grabbed them and showed them to her dad.

“I love them, phee. Here, put them on.” He crouched down so Ophelia could place the ears on his head.

“You look pretty! But mama looks prettier.” The girl giggled.

“I’ll take that.” Max chuckled.

After paying for the ears, the first stop was a ride that Ophelia had been wanting to ride for a while. The line for the teacups was a little long, but Max kept Ophelia entertained by asking her the most random questions.

“If you were a any color of the rainbow, which one would you be?”

Ophelia thought about it. Orange? No, she didn’t like it. Blue? Not even close.

“I wanna be every color!”

“That’s what I was going to say!” Max replied.

“What about you mama? What color of the rainbow would you be?” Ophelia asked you.

“I would be red. I love the color red.” You nodded.

“Traitor!” Max said jokingly.

After a while, it was your turn to ride the teacups. A while back Ophelia had told Max she wanted to ride the pink teacup so Max, wanting to be the best dad ever, raced to get to the pink teacup first.

“You know you were the only adult running for a teacup, right?” You laughed at Max. You helped Ophelia get into the teacup.

“If my girl wants the pink teacup, she’s getting the pink teacup.”

When the ride started, you all turned the wheel as fast as you could since Ophelia wanted to go super fast. Hearing your daughter laugh was like a sweet song that you never wanted to end.

“Faster!” Ophelia yelled.

You looked at Max. The smile on his face never left. It warmed your heart seeing him so happy.

When the ride ended, you were all tired from turning the wheel. You were pretty sure your arms were about to fall off, but it was worth it.

“Where to next, princess Ophelia?” Max questioned.

“I want to meet Mickey and Minnie and Sleeping beauty and Cinderella . . .” She listed all the characters she wanted to meet.

Of course Max made it all possible. He never broke his promises when it came to you and Ophelia.

As you walked around, you were on the search for sleeping beauty. Ophelia was getting disappointed that she was no where to be found, but her dad assured her that she would meet sleeping beauty.

“Phee, look over there.” You pointed towards a small group of children that were gathered around Princess Aurora.

Ophelia looked and practically fainted at the sight of her favorite princess. “Mama! Papa! It’s sleeping beauty!” She pointed at the blonde princess.

“Let’s go!” Max grabbed Ophelia’s hand.

When you got to where sleeping beauty was, Ophelia had gone shy. She was in the presence of her favorite Disney princess, how could she not be shy?

“Look at you! We have matching dresses! Oh, I love your shoes!” Princess Aurora told Ophelia.

“My papa got them for me.” She said in a low tone.

“Well your papa definitely picked the most beautiful shoes for you. They’re so glittery, I love them. Can I keep them?”

“But they’re too small for you!” Ophelia laughed at the thought of the princess wearing tiny shoes.

“You’re right,” the princess said sadly. “But maybe we can ask someone with magic to make the shoes bigger?”

“Wait! My papa knows where to buy these shoes but bigger for you! And then we can match more!”

You and Max watch the whole interaction with smiles on your faces. It was too cute.

“You know, Ophelia asked me when is she going to have a baby brother because she’s our princess and now we need a prince.” Max told you.

“And what do you think?” You ask him.

“I think . . . that’s she’s right.”

“A boy. A mini you.” You kissed Max. “Just you, me and our little girl and boy, sounds like the perfect dream.”

[mrcaptainrex]

I don’t get why y’all are so upset about Phee’s “lack of reaction” when she talked about Tech.

1) She’s a pirate. She has likely lost a lot of people she cares about, and has learned to accept it when it happens.

2) I don’t know why you guys think people who live in the Star Wars universe have the same access to mental health awareness that we do. You think Emperor Ballsack has some kind of “talk about mental health” initiative or some shit??

3) Yes, they were a flirty thing.. but they weren’t really a couple yet? Do y’all want her to be in full mourning regalia because her situationship yeeted himself?

4) She is actually much more mature than the Batch in an emotional sense. She has lived more of a life than they have, and she probably knows how to handle her emotions better. She probably moved on a while ago and learned to cope with Tech’s death.

[nightskyfoxyy]

The chaos aunt saga continues

(and yes that is a snow gonky lol)

[blackseafoam]

Hi!!! Love your Cowboy au and was curious about how Phee and Tech met and when did their relationship start? Again love your art and stay hydrated!!!

I love the idea of Tech having his damsel in distress moment and Phee saving him as their first meeting but not sure yet how/if it will fit into the story but if not it would make a fun spinoff or something. It would be very on brand for the rdr2 world since half the missions are about saving a gang member from capture. Maybe something for whumptober??

As far as their relationship ofc she makes the first move, probably in a life-threatening situation.

Thank you for the ask and yes I’m SO HYDRATED, you too 🫵🏻

[heyclickadee]

“Hey, you okay?”

“I…no.”

“Okay. Talk to me.”

“Phee…what if we made a mistake?”

“What?”

“There is hardly anywhere the Empire is not these days. What if something happens to one of us? To both of us? What if you go out on a mission for Vos and you are killed or”—

“It’s us, brown eyes. And it’s me. I’d like to see the Empire try to keep me down.”

“Then what if one day I wake up and I cannot remember you? Or the girls?”

“Then we’ll help you remember all over again. All of us.”

“But what if”—

“You were having that nightmare about Tantiss, weren’t you?”

“Yes. I…don’t want to…go back to being….”

“Listen, Tech Ninety-Nine Genoa: you are never going back to that ever again. I promise.”

For the day five prompt of ND Tech Week. I’m thinking it takes Tech a little while to get back home, and a little while longer to figure out who he really is. He still has some rough days, and worries in ways he didn’t before. Whatever happened to him, and whatever he did afterwards, was something he couldn’t control—and it kept him away for so much longer than he wanted. Still, every once in while it hits him how much they lost, and how much they got back, and in spite of everything he thinks he must be the luckiest man in the galaxy to have come out the other side. After all, better late than dead. As Phee always says. (Or did that one time.)

[clone-anon-after-dark]

The Time It Takes

(A Crosshair x Reader fic in 3 parts)

Written for @lightwise

Word Count: 2,513

Warnings: Some discussion of sex, but nothing explicit

A/N: Reader’s appearance is not described. This fic contains some soft and hesitant Crosshair and early relationship stuff. Also Tech Lives and is on Pabu and he is in this fic so deal.

Part 1

Only a few days into a new rotation and you were already wondering what the year had in store. A hectic holiday season followed by some difficult conversations with someone who would never be yours. You’d known this for a while, but sometimes discussions still needed to be had. While he lived on the other side of Pabu, you didn’t see him as often as you’d think given the size of the island. That seemed to be both a blessing and a curse for while you longed for that connection, it would never be as fulfilling as you needed. You stood by the dock as you watched his shuttle leave for another trip; thoughts only disturbed by a single “hmph” behind you. Internally rolling your eyes, you knew exactly where that came from.

You turned to find Crosshair sitting next to Batcher on a bench along the dock. She was ready for a nap after no doubt spending the morning chasing fish while he went for his morning swim. He often swam further away from the busy side of the island and along a quieter part of the beach. You weren’t sure what brought him over here on his walk home.

“Problem?” you asked him.

He raised an eyebrow at hearing the single-word question he so often posed to others.

“No,” he replied. “You?”

“I’m fine, thanks for asking,” you answered.

You were immediately distracted from your melancholy and somehow drawn into him. The man who often stood away from everyone and observed everything always managed to pull you in. You weren’t sure what it was about him that made you a little bit giddy. For his part, Crosshair pretended to be aloof, but it was increasingly hard for him to avoid you. It wasn’t that he couldn’t find a path through the community that would exclude you entirely. It was more that without planning and without thinking, he wanted to see you. His feet simply took him there.

You stood next to him while Batcher lightly snored. Crosshair petted her back until finally deciding to break the silence.

“Do you….” He uncharacteristically scratched the back of his head. His brothers did that when they were unsure, but like Tech, Crosshair rarely behaved this way. He always seemed so sure of himself.

“Do I what?”

“We should get lunch,” he said.  Internally, he was screaming at himself. He wasn’t a romantic, but this was probably not how it was done.

“I’d like that,” you replied. “In fact, I’m hungry now.”

Crosshair got up and Batcher followed. You meandered up to a small restaurant that always served the same things, but it didn’t matter because the food was always good and because she was on her best behavior, even Batcher was welcome. It took a little time to get into a groove of talking and eating, but Crosshair made a good effort. He wasn’t usually one to beat around the bush, so he came out and asked.

“What’s with you and that man? He’s married, isn’t he? Are you a trio with room for a fourth?”

You nearly spat out your food. His attempt at humor and honesty left you speechless for a moment, but you tried answering as embarrassed heat set on his cheeks.

“No, umm, well, yes, he’s married, but we’re not polyamorous and,” you sighed, “He was something I wanted or thought I did, but I’m not the person he can commit to. He’s with someone else. We’re still friends, but I guess I wonder what-if since he’s the closest thing I’ve had to a life partner.”

Crosshair wasn’t sure what to say. He had never been in a position to think about a partner. Tech’s survival and later reappearance on Pabu meant that he and Phee were together, but the concept of something like marriage was never introduced to the clones. They were made for a war that was over. They hadn’t even been taught about the basics of sex and anatomy until as a cadet, Tech managed to dig up information on the first data pad he’d made. The thought of being with someone felt like a cruel joke and yet in your presence and now that the Empire was behind him, he felt like maybe it wasn’t a joke after all.

“What about you?” you asked. “I thought you had a thing for one of the fishers.”

“Just because I lifted crates for her once doesn’t meant anything. I was being nice, if you can believe it.”

“Ah.”

Crosshair ate another bite from his noodle bowl and then ventured another question.

“What does partnership mean to you?”

You looked at him with surprise and answered after some contemplation. It was having an equal. Someone to help and be helped by. Sharing struggles. Lifting each other up. Fixing the house. Doing chores. Staying in bed late whenever work could wait. Listening to the rain together. You wanted stability. You wanted to not be alone. You wanted to be loved and to love and you weren’t going to settle for someone who couldn’t do their part.

“And getting laid now and again wouldn’t hurt either,” you added.

He grinned at that.

“And what about you?” you asked, returning to seriousness.

“I only recently started thinking about it,” he answered. “It sounds like something I never thought I’d have.”  He took a sip of his drink and then added, “But I would like to try.”

Part 2

Crosshair loved to steal kisses. The single peck you left on his cheek after your second date gave him all kinds of flutters. Maybe it was the sniper in him, but he loved pulling you away into the shadows even just to kiss the crown of your head. He was used to being out of sight. It’s where he felt safest and so it stood to reason that he felt safest having you all to himself and tucked away in a corner, on a balcony, or - at one point - up a tree. It wasn’t surprising that he was good with his mouth. His oral fixation was not limited to the toothpicks he routinely rolled between his lips.

For his part, Crosshair loved having someone he could make smile and laugh. He was still his dry, snarky self, but he smiled much more often, sometimes picking you up when he’d visit after a day’s work, just so he could hold you as close as possible. He could feel your heartbeat. He could feel you breathing. He could feel your happiness and it fueled his own.

Then one morning some weeks later you just happened to be ready to walk to the beach.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I thought I would come swim with you.”

“I swim alone,” he answered, guard coming back up.

“No, you don’t. Batcher is always with you,” you retorted; feeling brave and a nervousness at the fear you had overstepped.

“She’s different,” he countered.

“Can I join you anyway?” you asked, now more unsure.

“Just today.”

You walked together in silence, but the curtain that had almost drawn between you started to lift. He was cautious and you were trying to figure this out. Once on the beach, he put a towel down and – with his back to you - took off his cybernetic hand. He swallowed harder than he wanted to and it was clear that was the source of his insecurity in this moment. Tech had made him that cybernetic, but losing his hand and now gaining a different one had changed him. He still had to take it off whenever possible before getting in the water to avoid salt affecting its functionality. Taking it off and putting it on was a reminder and he wasn’t sure he wanted to be seen like this by you.

Crosshair took a breath, walked to the edge of the water, and looked back at you just as waves splashed his ankles. You looked at him, then his stump, and then back up at him and smiled. You realized you loved him. Walking into the water next to each other, you both started swimming until you reached a spot that was familiar to him. He closed his eyes, face to the sun, and took some deep breaths while treading water. You laid back and started floating, waves moving you in a comforting lull. He kept close, still treading softly while meditating on his own thoughts; somehow able to reflect and find calm despite Batcher doggie paddling close by and trying to snag a fish. Every so often he reached out to you to keep you from drifting too far. You sat up in the water, fingers tracing down his right arm before coming to the end of his stump and kissing it. He pressed a kiss to your lips like his life depended on it.

After about an hour, you both had enough and made your way back to shore. You dried off and he put his hand back on, this time not hiding. Taking a step toward him, your fingers interlaced with his - both biological and cybernetic.  He leaned down to kiss you, briefly pulling you into his chest before Batcher charged up the beach trying to bark with a large fish half hanging out of her teeth.

He walked you home hand-in-hand.

Things progressed to the point that he was spending the night. It was a lot quieter than staying with his siblings. Although they were nice, Wrecker was always there to elbow him and make it awkward. Crosshair would rather come to your house and snuggle on the couch.

He never pushed for more than you were ready for since he preferred to take his time anyway. He was nervous to be intimate with you and was scared shitless to tell you that, but somehow your gentle spirit made it okay for him to say something when the time came. You brought up sex and he avoided eye contact for several moments until you caressed his cheek.

“It’s okay,” you said, kissing his temple. “There’s no hurry. We can take the time it takes.”

“I don’t want to ruin this,” he whispered. “I can’t mess this up.”

“Then we talk,” you replied. “Communicate. We can do whatever we both want.”

You wanted him left in no doubt as to how you felt. He was vulnerable and you knew it. Crosshair liked being competent. He liked control and knowing what he was doing. With this, he was so far away from experienced that he couldn’t even pretend.

“Tell me what you like,” you implored.

“I don’t know what all I like.” He managed to look into your curious eyes and relaxed a bit. “In war, there’s no time. I would simply get the job done as fast as possible and get back to work.”

“Well that’s no good here,” you answered. “We can take our time.”

“Maybe you show me something you like and we can start there,” he suggested.

As much as it was a challenge for him to let go of control, he trusted you and that night he discovered a lot more about himself.

Crosshair was game for helping you in more constructive ways too. While he’d never fixed a sink, Tech gave him some pointers and he spent the better part a day on yours. He got down and dirty and made sure the job was done right while you tried catching up on work for the job you were actually paid for. It wasn’t a fun day, but it was more help than you’d had in a long time. Maybe ever. The citizens of Pabu helped each other, but it was hard to ask for help after being hyper-independent for so long. Crosshair started taking note about things around the house that could use some attention before they got worse.  The more time you worked together, the more you found your strengths complimented each other and you fell into a familiar routine.

Part 3

It was another sunny day on Pabu and you were grateful for a day off work without anything looming in the distance. You enjoyed lunch with Crosshair at what was now your usual spot while Batcher sat at his feet and gobbled up the occasional snack offered by him. You sat next to each other and shared a smile as you finished your meal. Just out of the corner of your eye, your ex appeared.

“Hey,” he said, walking up to you and trying to analyze the situation. “You weren’t there when I landed.”

Crosshair’s arm instinctively wrapped around you as a sudden jolt shook your chest. The man in front of you represented the past. The man next to you was your future.

“I assumed you were fine,” you answered. “You said it was going well when we talked last.”

“I’m just used to seeing you right when I get in,” your ex said with a hint of disappointment.

“You’re seeing me now,” came your reply. “You know Crosshair?”

“I’m familiar,” your ex replied with a nod in your boyfriend’s direction. “Maybe we can get dinner. All of us, if you prefer. Catch up.”

You nodded and he left.

Crosshair pulled you closer and left a firm kiss on your temple.

“I don’t like him,” he growled while leaving money to cover the tab.

“Why?” You sipped the rest of your drink.  “He’s actually nice. He was just surprised to not see me.”

“I don’t like the thought of you waiting around for him and being heart broken. I don’t like you not getting what you need.”

You looked up at him and only found sincerity and concern on his face. Maybe some frustration, although you knew it wasn’t directed toward you.

“I’m not broken-hearted anymore,” you reassured. “I just want you.”

Crosshair stood up and pulled you up with him. You walked home and waited until you were alone to bring up the subject again. Crosshair was interested, but as he preferred not to be pushed for information, he also didn’t push you.

He lay back on the sofa and you curled up against him. The skies darkened outside as he traced circles on your back. The story of your past relationship came out of your mouth in a stream of consciousness. Crosshair listened and held you a little closer as you got more emotional. You described your hopes and wishes, the ways your life was different, how things fell apart, what happened since. You went quiet and a peaceful chorus of soft rain fell on the window above you. It was a relief to let go of the past.

After some time, Crosshair broke the silence.

“I want to give you what you need.”

“You do.” You looked up at him and kissed the back of his hand. “I love you and I want to give you what you need. And what you want.”

“I love you too,” he replied. He pulled you into a fiery kiss and mumbled something about being more comfortable in bed with you.