I'm Not Really Great At This, But Thank You. So Much. This Really Means A Lot To Me.

Time travel au where all the Jedi wake up in Attack of the Clones after dying. The ones that died sooner just walk it off like it’s a weird dream. Everyone who died in order 66 is confused but maybe it’s a vision? Most of the inquisitors either panic or run to the nearest mind healer and burst into tears or trauma dump. Caleb Dume/Kanan is absolutely convinced he’s dead and this is the after life and no one can convince him otherwise. Obi-wan Kenobi sees smol Anakin and goes ‘shit just keeps happening huh’.

Ashoka Tano is disturbingly wise and knowledgeable for a youngling. Cal Kestis jumps up from class, yells “not today satan” stabs his crechemaster and jumps out the window (he thinks he got caught by the empire and drugged or something), he steals a ship and makes it all the way to Bogano and picks up BD-1 before Cordova find him getting his ass beat by local wildlife and drags him back to Coruscant. Cere is doing her best to comfort Jaro Tapal but he’s not reassured that Cal jumps out of windows all the time.

Plo Koon and Shaak Ti are scheming to get their sons back. Anakin is busy having a breakdown. Grogu just keeps asking for his Buir. Yoda, always ready for drama, let’s Caleb tell him all about his life and his family, asks what his padawan would want him to do. Caleb thinks about this for a minute and nods to himself. He builds a pipe bomb and duct tapes it to the bottom of Palpatines chair. And steals all the credits stashed in his desk.

Tell you what I need? I need some more public perspective and outsider POV of the clone wars.

I want fail compilations and highlight reels. Deep dive analysis of certain battles and videos on the Top Ten Things We Still Dont Know About The Jedi.

Give me the girls who hang pictures of Jedi on their wall and play kiss-marry-kill with the seperatists.

Give me the boys of the street swapping homemade trading cards and daring each other to try touch the troopers as they pass.

I want to hear from my Mrs. Anakin Skywalker’s on their religiously run fan page. Who organise weekend trips to coruscant with their online friends to see the Temple in person.

I want Jedi-sonas and unofficial Jedi merch. Different coloured wristbands to signify which is your favourite legion. Fanart and problematic ships.

People camping outside the temple gates waiting to try catch a glimpse of their favourite Jedi.

Zealous fans sneaking into the temple by stowing away on service craft and vlogging it for their ThySpace channel.

Why can’t I see the conspiracy theories with hour long rants shot on a portrait datapad camera, proving that the Jedi are all actors and the force just special effects.

Where are my stylised Jedi robes worn by high-end fashion events. The holonet trends and challenges.

Where are my doomsday protesters who the Jedi are devil worshipers, and then the cult that think they are gods.

Late night talk show hosts giving professional sounding and wildly misinformed opinions on a war they aren’t qualified to give opinions on.

The woman who swears she is secretly married to a Jedi appearing on space Dr. Phil.

Kids watching shaking camera footage of battles in the back of a class room and fighting each other with lightsaber sticks in the yard.

Where are my clone look-a-like contest and stolen armour used to try sneak onto ships.

I want long lost family members who gave up their kid to the Jedi suddenly appearing on talk shows for their five minutes of fame.

I want the public grieving when a favourite general dies, and the memorials in the streets. The worry when a Jedi hasn’t been spotted in a while.

Daredevils with broken arms from where they try to replicate famous moves pulled by Jedi. The press release from the temple when one dies in the process.

Hushed tales told by grizzled men in smokey bars, whiskey shots pushed into shakey hands as they recount the time they saw Skywalker in person, a supernova behind his eyes and blood staining his bared teeth.

I want the fear, the awe, the obsession and the outrage.

GIMME. PUBLIC. OUTSIDER. POV.

I thought he’d like the shirt.

I love lightsabers and everything they must have come to represent. There must be few things as reassuring as hearing a lightsaber ignite, in the age of the Republic before the Sith made their re-emergence. Just thinking about what Jedi use their lightsabers for. Carve out a passage, illuminate in the darkness, and defend people.

I can imagine a person, terrified, threatened, hiding, unsure of what would happen... small. I imagine this person hearing a lightsaber ignite. The relief. It's going to be okey now. Help is here.

Because few people, if not Jedi, ever use a lightsaber or have the expertise to use it. It's not an accessible weapon, and that makes it reassuring, because it is much more likely the use of it is going to be precise and deliberate. It is much more likely to be used by a person who trained for it and is going to be concious of the danger it represents. Any person can pick up a blaster- doesn't mean they know how not to hit the wrong target.

So yeah, thinking about that. Lightsabers. Tools of defense. Designed to work within the range of a single individual. Holding the heart of kyber to remind the user of the value of life. Characteristic of a culture that is known for their dicipline and desire to serve others.

I love lightsabers.

Odysseus (talking to Athena): Thanks, Mom Athena: Polites: Hermes: Eurylochus: Penelope: Odysseus: Why is everyone staring at me? Polites: You just called Athena mom Eurylochus: You said;thanks mom Odysseus: What? No, I didn't. I said;thanks, Athena Athena: Do you see me as a mother figure, Odysseus? Odysseus: No. If anything, I see you as a abandonment figure, cause you abandoned me Penelope: Hey! Show your mother some respect! Odysseus: I didn't call her mom! Athena: No, no, no, no, Odysseus, I take it as a compliment Zeus: It's really not a big deal. I called Hera Mom once, and she's my wife Odysseus: Guys, jump on that! Zeus has psycho-s3xual issues! Hermes: Old news. But you calling Athena mommy Odysseus: Hey, mommy is not on the table here Posideon: Well, you did call her mom, dude Odysseus: You shut up. You've done nothing but lie since you got here Posideon: Okay, I was lying about the hold-up, but the mom thing, that happened Odysseus: Ah-ha. He admitted the alibi was a lie. All part of my crazy, devious plan. Athena: I believed you- Odysseus: Thank you Athena: -son. You want to talk about it later over a sparring match? Odysseus: Odysseus, whispering: I'd like that

pov its the end of the clone wars. anakin skywalker is going into a downhill spiral and obi wan needs caf. everything is about to go to shit and there is nothing anyone can do.

fox exists.

It was a normal day- except it wasn't. Fox was in a mood, and this particular mood was called a hangover. Too much partying- and with half of the 501st, at that- and too many drinks. It's one of those mornings- he's alive, and now everyone has to deal with it.

You see, every day, Fox puts a tally on the wall- a tally for every day he goes without shooting a certain someone between the eyes. Today, he stares at the wall, sighs, and puts on his helmet. He's hung over, hungry for the blood of the bitch, and pissed off. Why not go out with a bang? Everyone else seems to do it.

So Fox makes his way up to the Senate, climbs the hundreds of stairs just to make this all the more satisfying when he gets to the top, and he says his prayers and hopes that the bitch is in his office.

And he walks in to see Chancellor Palpatine in a black cloak and hood. What the fuck is this guy doing, cosplaying? Fox must have caught him doing something important- a holonet cosplay contest, perhaps?- as the Chancellor looks up sharply and tries to go for something. In the frenzy, Fox messily raises his blaster and puts the charge right where he wanted it. Then, he drops the gun and stares at the body of the bitch he had to report to for three years and is about to open the comm link to report that he just assassinated the Chancellor.

Then a whole entourage consisting of Mace Windu and co- plus Anakin fucking Skywalker, a few moments later- runs in, and sees Fox standing at the desk, trifling through very weird and oddly evil-ish papers. Palpatine's body is on the floor.

"Fox," Mace asks, almost calmly but letting some relief and confusion into his voice. "How did you know the Chancellor was a sith?"

Fox pauses, and looks up at Mace. He doesn't take his helmet off, but the expression on his face is almost emotionless as he asks, "He was a what?"

From that day forward, Fox was awarded as the savior of the galaxy. The clone that took down the sith that years and generations of jedi could not. The world goes on. Anakin Skywalker does not fall. Obi-Wan Kenobo becomes a godfather. Ahsoka and her 501st buddies reunite. Everyone doesn't realize that they dodged the largest bullet in history.

All because Fox was done with the Chancellor's shit and decided to give him what he deserved.

I would love to see a fic where Kal Skirata and his associates meet the Command Batch. (I'll write it myself. Eventually.)

The second Kal -- or any of them, actually, said something along the lines of, oh, I don't know, "Must be hard, working with a bunch a baby-stealers" or more Jedi-bashing shit like that, we all know how they'd react.

Cody: Listens for a moment, then politely sets off a riot.

Rex: "Okay, bitch, get over here."

Wolffe: There's a mass murder. How dare you insult his father?

Doom: Hits the speaker in the groin.

Neyo: "First off, FUCK YOU--"

Fox: "I want a Jedi! I don't give a fuck if they're baby-stealers, I need one!"

Bly: Strangles the speaker.

Bacara: He lets them talk for a while, laughs hysterically, and beats the shit out of them with his helmet. The only one allowed to be an acidic bastard toward his Jedi is him, goddammit! (If Ki-Adi is watching, he's touched by his Commander's display of affection.)

Gree: Proceeds to rip their reasoning apart with detailed fact-checking and citations. He has a slide show with dancing graphics.

Ponds: Gives them the glare his General gives to particularly enraging Separatists.

Monnk: Raises his middle fingers. Then he raises his middle toes.

I have like three essays and two personal statements to write for different college applications, and an AP Essay, and an online Precalc assessment. I should not be on tumblr right now, but \_(·_·)_/ It’s my life and no one else is going to make these mistakes for me.

I need to be writing. I need to be getting dressed. I need to get my sister ready for school. I need to eat breakfast. I need to clean my room. I need to fold my clothes.

I am scrolling through tumblr instead.

Reblog if you write fic and people can inbox you random-ass questions about your stories, itemized number lists be damned.

I hate them