HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEE BRADLEY BAKER!!!

i think all quiet on the western front and the lord of the rings are in direct conversation with each other, as in theyre the retelling of the same war with one saying here’s what happened, we all died, and it did not matter at all and another going hush little boy, of course we won, of course your friends came back

oooohhhh you found flowers in the desolate snow landscape .. of course you did .. of course you must give them to your jedi …

It's never not hilarious how The Clone Wars Season 3 Episode 7 "Assassin" is basically just "what Anakin should have done"

Like aside from the obvious-that Ahsoka actually talks to Yoda about what she's having visions of-there's also the fact that she doesn't avoid the visions either

In a bit that was cut (albeit still remains in most novelizations) from the final version of ROTS, Anakin stops sleeping altogether in order to stop experiencing visions (although I think you can still get the basics of this across in the final version of the film since we never see him experiencing more visions)

Assassin shows us why this was precisely a wrong move

Throughout the episode Ahsoka either meditates on her vision or experiences new ones as she sleeps, the results being the visions became clearer or they changed because of Ahsoka's actions, ultimately resulting in the vision not coming true

So basically if Anakin hadn't been all "gotta avoid things that make me uncomfortable!" (Or y'know just listen to Yoda's correct advice) and worked through the visions he would have either changed them or gotten a clearer picture

Crosshair being legitimately the baby brother of the Batch always makes me giggle, my man is just peak youngest sibling behaviour.

everyone be quiet i'm manifesting

Any guy can be a babygirl but it takes a man five elite clone commandos to be a single mother

Shit writing Saturday <3

Haven’t done one of these in a while! To be fair… haven’t written smth I was excited to share in a while. Here’s this!! Lmk what you think 🥰🥰

Cody continues to stare, unseeing, out the viewport.

“I don’t know these stars,” he murmurs finally.

Kenobi says nothing. Cody knows he’s listening all the same.

“When I… grew up, on Kamino. There were rare cloudless nights. The seas would still for maybe only a few hours at a time, and the clouds would part around these brilliant points of light in a pitch black sky.”

He closes his eyes. He can just about see it; the rain-slicked platform, the cadets all hushing each other as they hurried outside, hoping no longnecks would catch them, no trainers would see them. Hoping that Fett himself was asleep, that his own cadet had been enough of a handful that day that Fett wouldn’t catch them either, all of them breaking rules.

“We would find our way around the biggest stars, first. The brightest. The ones that were always there. Those were our trainers. The guiding stars to direct us to where we needed to look. And then… we started naming the other stars. And we named them after ourselves. After each other. Our batchers, our squaddies, anyone. There were so many stars in the sky… but there were so many of us, too, what felt like enough to give each of those stars a name. The command formation has me, Bly, Fox, Wolffe, and Ponds, about two fingers’ width up from the star that was Alpha-17.

“Each of those names on that report—” Strato. Pusher. Scald. Cinder. Fuck, he knew where each of their stars was.

His eyes snap open again. Unfamiliar stars fall past him. It’s a cold sort of comfort, to distance himself from the urge to scream that rises in his throat.

“Cody,” Kenobi whispers, near silent.

He drops his forehead to his knees. “A swath of the sky has gone dark,” he replies. “And there’s nothing I can do.”

It's like angel and demon on her shoulders, but they are her birth parents.

LOOK AT HIM HE LOOKS THE EXACT SAME AS HE DID 18 YEARS AGO

Hayden Christensen as Anakin Skywalker you will always be loved.