There’s a piece of flimsi tacked to the wall, unassuming in a way that is casually acute and altogether too smug. The letters loop gracefully, but they point at the ends like a lighthearted jab.
Which, naturally, they are, because at the top of the flimsi in Obi-Wan’s dry-humored handwriting is written “Cody’s Best One-Liners.”
Cody never knows whether to laugh or grimace or roll his eyes, but for the life of him he doesn’t have the heart to take it down.
So it grows, an entry popping up every few days with the same amused devotion that plays in the twitches of the Jedi Master’s beard.
“Maybe a cough drop would do it.” And the admirals had glowered, but Obi-Wan hacked out a strangled laugh and suggested that perhaps, indeed, General Grievous could be persuaded to negotiate.
“If you leave them alone they’ll be glued together by the time anyone gets back.” Boil looked affronted, but Waxer had covered giggles behind his hands while Boil’s mask melted. They snorted, identically, and even the shinies had laughed.
“No need to call the demolition crew. Rex’s guys will take care of it.”
“You’re not confused, sir, you’re just wrong.”
“Wolfpack’s late again - I suppose General Koon really is serious about that parental quality time thing….”
“You are not excused from eating your rations unless the Force feeds you, which is exactly what I will do if you don’t.”
Obi-Wan takes great pleasure in adding to it. He saunters up to the flimsi almost lazily, a pen between his fingers, a loose grin coloring his cheeks, and pointedly does not look at Cody when he makes his little expansions. He just smiles, somewhere between stupid and knowing. It’s insufferably affectionate, and it drives Cody half-mad.
It’s safely in their joint apartment, the one the Jedi and the Marshal Commander accidentally share, so it’s not like someone will stumble in to see it. A private joke.
But Obi-Wan’s other great pleasure comes from dropping hints about it. “We ought to write that one down, Commander,” he’ll say, or “how I wish I were inspired enough to make even half of Cody’s quips.”
Most embarrassingly, he introduces them both to the new batch of shinies with “don’t be fooled by Cody’s formidable exterior. Our dear Commander has quite the sense of humor….” which makes Cody glad for his bucket. Wooley excuses himself and steps a safe distance away, where undoubtedly he can laugh without the shinies knowing.
But Cody looks back at it and can’t help feeling warm.
He sits on the tiny couch they share, in the common room between their separate bedrooms. There’s movement on the other side of the thin wall - Obi-Wan must be in the ‘fresher. His datapad is held in his lap; a cup of caf steams on the wobbly end table beside him.
Obi-Wan comes through the door, a cup of warm tea pressed into his palm, and settles next to Cody on the couch. The drink is herbal, subtle, a vaguely floral sweetness. There is something stronger underneath, solid and quietly bright.
“Cassius?” the commander asks, and cants his head towards the mug.
The Jedi hums. “The Mandalorians say it brings good health.”
Cody looks up, a wry smile and raised eyebrows and a soft tease. “I hope so, considering your vendetta against a full night’s sleep.”
Obi-Wan throws his head back and laughs, comfortably surprised. The sound is effortlessly joyful, and Cody wishes for that kind of peace. The general seems to carry it inside of him, as if it is woven into the essence of his flesh, his clothes, his beard, into the crabbed, gentle elegance of his handwriting.
Obi-Wan fumbles for a pen.
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212th for 212? More coming soon, hopefully :)
I wrote the beginning of this piece a few weeks ago and ran right into a wall. It took some effort to finish, but I do love this idea. If anyone's seen this post, yeah. I will never get over Cody's dumb f**king banter. Or Cody, in general.
I will, therefore, leave you with an alternate one-liner that *almost* made it in here. Wolfpack's late again - though I would be too if I had to organize a platoon's worth of Father's Day gifts for General Koon.
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The series would run tandem with tcw
Seeing the way the senators and civilians treat the clones (aka padme and bail are the only good senators)(aka why do the Coruscant Guard troopers flinch all the time)
Getting to see what was ACTUALLY happening with commander Fox (we know palpatine is involved)
Commander Thorn
Commander Thorn annoying fox with every ounce of energy he has
Commander Thire being soft
Commander Stone consistently having to deal with Jar Jar
Commander Stone is done
We know the Coruscant Guard has riot troopers, what about riots. Do they get violent or out of hand? Are they about the clones? How do the troopers react afterwards?
Did I mention commander Thorn?
Fox getting thrown out windows on a regular
Commander Fox chase scene
Getting to see a different perspective on what is happening through tcw series (fallout from umbara? Rako Hardeen?)
79s
The 501st and 212th causing trouble on leave
The 501st and 212th getting arrested by very amused CG troopers
The 501st and 212th in Fox’s drunk tank
Fox chewing out the 501st and 212th
Fox, Rex, Cody, Wolffe, etc bro moments
The command batch worrying for Fox
The command batch nicknames (we know they exist, David filoni)
Palpatine giving off creeper vibes that set the CG commanders on edge
The CG commanders not letting shinies go near palpatine alone
Closure on what really was going on with fox during and after Fives (*glares at palpatine*)
Seeing the Guard have to deal with the Jedi on Coruscant
Seeing the guard have to deal with Quinlan Vos
Good brother dynamics in a not good situation
Fox not having slept since the war started
Fox surviving solely through caf
Fox is very tired thank you very much
Can’t forget commander Thorn, who has definitely heavily salted Fox’s caf once only to be horrified as Fox gulps it down without so much as a grimace
There also must be certain regulations for members of the Guard (armor paint? Not removing helmets while on duty or in the senate building?)
Fox only taking off his helmet for Thorn because he feels safer that way, or maybe to hide a mutation (maybe Thire takes it off for him after Thorn’s death, because Thorn isn’t around to check on Fox anymore; we all know his death wouldn’t have sat with fox well)
Or even worse, what if it’s palpatine that makes him keep his helmet on? That way his brothers wouldn’t see the change in Fox’s eyes whenever palpatine takes control?
qUiNlAn VoS
Seeing the red hair we know Fox has
The Coruscant Guard commanders being good brothers to each other and their shinies
Joke format stolen from this video (which is in turn based on this post).
I like to imagine that at least once during the clone wars someone sent a report to General Kenobi and a very tired Master Kenobi just graded it and sent it back.
what if I told you that
"aromantic and asexual are two separate identities and grouping them together/conflating the two only further propagates stigma and misinformation about both"
and
"asexuality and aromanticism have faced many of the same struggles when it comes to rights, representation, and visibility, and that's one of the reasons it's so important that we stand up for each other"
and
"for some people, their own lack of romantic attraction and lack of sexual attraction are intrinsically linked, and it's important that those people feel included in all aspec spaces because they are an important part of our community"
are all ideas that can and must coexist
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An alien desires to 'court' another alien, of the race called humans. The human is desirable in every way: talented in multiple skills, professional and domestic, with soft, squishy flesh and an eagerness to learn - the alien could go on and on, but people complain when the alien talks about their 'crush', as other humans call it
The problem is, the alien's species relies on scents and pheromones for communication. Their first meeting with the human was during a crisis, and their natural scent was strong, sweat mixing with that fabled human instinct to survive with all members of their extended pack alive, too. No other human smelled quite like this one. It sent the alien's hearts a-flutter, and shivers through their many wings.
But now? The human smells different, and not in a normal human way. One week, citrus and palm fruits from the black jungles of the planet Cerib. Another week, exotic vanilla from their origin planet, with something warm and spicy the alien can't place. Lavender and honey from Blackcurrant bees. Something juicy like apples. Something this, something that, and they're all beautiful scents - but it's not the human's scent, and they can't really smell their emotions through it. Frustrating.
One day, the alien sulks, watching their desired one rush past, tablet in hand. They smell like sweetened coffee and chocolate - the latter a romantic treat to humans, and a reminder of how far they are from that romance to the alien. The human next to them breathes in the scent, and smiles.
"Man, (name's) got some great perfume on today," they say.
The alien lifts their head. "Perfume?"
A little research later, and things suddenly make sense. They'd heard about perfume before, the human wasn't the only one to wear scents, but they'd been so lovelorn they hadn't used their brain. But that wasn't important. What mattered was that humans used perfume and similar products to draw in desired partners.
Two can play at that game.
Three days later, the alien walks in to their normal location. To their surprise, the human their hearts are set on rushes towards them, calling their name.
"I'm so sorry!" They apologize. They aren't wearing any scents today. "I didn't realize my perfume might be messing with your senses. I've switched it out with another type that you'll find easier to deal with. I was just trying to..."
They trail off. The alien waits, hopeful. A new scent spikes from the human.
"Is that... Cinnamon?"
"With a little bit of Ophelion flower, and Soljoiner lemon," the alien says, smiling like the humans do. "I got inspired by your choices."
A hesitation. "Do you like it?"
The human breathes in deep. From them, now the alien can sense what they've wanted. Interest.
"You smell amazing," the human says. The glow in their eyes as they look at the alien, well, the alien adds that to their list of all the reasons they want the human as a partner.
"Are you sure you know what you're getting into?" Another alien says later, at the communal garden. "Humans are hardcore."
The alien looks across the way to the human of their hearts. They are smiling, they smell a bit like the alien now, from their hug.
"For that one? It's worth it."
ONE of the most important rules of the Galactic Federation concerns humanity. If a human ever says “Hold my beer”, either stop them, or run.
For some reason, I wonder what aliens think of sky diving, I like to think like this (H is human) (A is alien)
A: human... I did some research, and I have a question
H: Sure, ask away
A: What is "sky diving"
H: Oh, it's a sport where we get in a plane, fly very high... And jump
A:YOU WHAT!?!
H: We jump, but don't worry, we can land safely
A: oh thank god... So, you use some kind of gravitation device? Or use some technological device to land slowly?
H: Uhhh, not exactly....
A: .... Human... What exactly do you use....
H: ...
A: Human, what... Exactly... Do you use?
H: a backpack with a bunch of fabric... Sometimes silk....
A: ...
H: ...
A: YOU USE CLOTHING, TO STOP YOUR FALL, AFTER JUMPING OFF SEVERAL THOUSAND FEET UP!?
H: Yeah, but it's a different kind of fabric you know...
A: ... Okay, but what do you do if the fabric breaks, or if it gets tangled
H: ... Enjoy the view?
A: ... I still don't know why you aren't extinct