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Hardcase: *sighs*

Fives: You bored?

Hardcase: Yeah.

Fives: Wanna start drama for no reason?

Hardcase: I thought you'd never ask.

No, Word, I'm pretty sure anyone with some understanding of English knows that that is not an error. Thanks though.

So writers joke a lot about "drinking the tears of our readers", but I want to be so honest with you when I tell you that making you cry isn't our real goal. Making you feel is.

Kicking your feet? Giggling? Can't stop smiling? And yes, crying? Feeling anything, everything. That's our goal. That means we did The Job.

ADS THAT SUDDENLY TAKE UP THE WHOLE PAGE

Can I request a Cody and reader one shot with the theme of overworking? The reader is in a position in which she’s being overworked (whether it’s bec it’s the natural workload for the reader or bec the reader’s coworkers is relying on them to help finish their workload) and Cody’s just trying to coax them to take a break and destress with him. Thanks! 💖

Overworked

Summary: You're doing too much, and Cody knows it.

Pairing: Commander Cody x Reader

Word Count: 1047

Warnings: Insecurity (brought about by exhaustion and mean-girl coworkers)

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Hihi! I'm sorry this took so long, but I hope you like it! It took me a while to come up with good words to make this word well! ^-^

You like your job. You do. It’s just that some times of the year, your job sucks worse a little more than others. And you know you shouldn’t complain. Your job pays you well enough that you’re able to live in a higher district on Coruscant, and your own boyfriend doesn't get paid at all-

You’re lucky. The fact that your coworkers expect so much from you is a good thing.

You just have to keep reminding yourself.

You stare at the spreadsheet laid out in front of you, and you tangle your hands in your hair. You’re working on hour 12 of your normally 8 hour workday, and you’re on hour 60 of this workweek.

You’re exhausted. Bone deep exhausted. But you can’t rest until the spreadsheet is fixed.

Besides, Cody does a lot more than 60 hour weeks and he never complains, so it’s not far for you to complain about a little extra work. You slide your hands to the back of your neck, and try to work some of the painful knots out. 

It’s not going to work. It never does. But you also feel like you can’t, shouldn’t, ask Cody for help. Because he will. He’ll come in and he’ll dote on you, and you won’t finish your work, and…well, the last thing you want is to be more work for Cody.

So you’ll power through. It’s fine.

You drop your hands back to your desk, and you start going through the spreadsheet again, line by line, number by number. 

And then you jump when you feel warm hands against the back of your neck, “Cyare,” Cody’s voice is low, “You’ve been at this for hours. You need a break.”

“I’m almost done,” You reply as you relax under his touch.

“You said that three hours ago, mesh’la.”

You both pause when your datapad dings, and another spreadsheet comes through your email, and your face falls. “Just a little more, Cody. I promise.”

He hums thoughtfully, and then he slides his hands from your neck to your shoulders, and he digs his thumbs into the tense muscles there. You yelp, and then, as he starts slowly massaging your shoulders, your shoulders slump. “Is there a reason you’re working so hard, cyare?”

“It needs to be done,” You mumble.

“I know, baby. But you shouldn’t have to pull 12 hour shifts and 50 hour work weeks-”

“60.” You correct as you lean back into his touch.

Cody huffs out a sharp breath, “That’s worse. Tell me you understand that that’s worse.” He presses a light kiss to the top of your head, “Come on, cyare. Take a break, the work will wait.”

“I don’t-”

“I’ll give you a full body massage, love. With the oils you like so much.” He moves his lips from the top of your head to your neck, and you can’t help but to sigh in pleasure at the feel of his warm lips against your skin. “Nothing strenuous. Just relaxing.”

“Sounds nice,” You mumble.

“It does, doesn’t it.” He sounds smug about it too.

A low sigh falls from your lips and you reach up to lightly trail your fingers against his cheek, and then up into his hair, “I’m sorry.”

Cody pauses, “For what?”

Your smile is slightly wry, “For being just another burden for you to take care of.”

At that he stops moving. And then he moves very fast, spinning your chair so you’re facing him, and he’s kneeling in front of you, his hands warm against your face, “If I’ve ever done or said anything to make you think that I don’t love taking care of you-”

“No, it’s not you, Cody.” You interrupt gently, “I think it of myself.”

“Your brain is playing tricks on you, cyare. Acts of service, taking care of you, it’s how I express my love. You know that.”

“I do.” You agree as you press your cheek against his hand. “Just…some of my coworkers said something, and-”

“And they don’t know me. They barely know you.” He smooths his thumbs over your cheeks, “Why are you letting them get into your head?”

“I don’t know.” You admit with a sigh, “Maybe I’m just tired.”

“I’m sure you are.” He stands and helps you to your feet, lightly tugging you so that you’re pressed against him, and Cody presses feather light kisses across your face, “Why don’t you tell me what your coworkers say?”

“Stupid things. I complain too much about a normal workload. That you work so much more than me, so I should just suck it up-”

Cody bumps his forehead against yours, “I hate them.”

A startled laugh falls from your lips, “Cody!”

“What? I’m not a Jedi, I’m allowed to hate.” But his lips quirk up into a small smile, “I want to hear about your life. I want to hear you complain about your work and your coworkers, and I absolutely do not want you working as much as I do.”

You sigh softly, “I know.”

“I know that you know, but you seem to need the reminder.” Cody leans in and kisses you. A series of kisses so soft and loving that you kind of want to cry. “So here’s your reminder. I love you. I love you. I love you.”

You grin at him, “I love you too.”

“Shh. I’m doting on you now. You can have your turn later.”

A giggle falls from you, and he smiles at you, “Now, I owe you a massage. Come on, little love. Off to bed with you, and get naked.”

“You just want me naked,”

“Not gonna deny that, but I’m also not getting oil on your clothes. Scoot.”

You step around him, and then pause. You turn and pull him into a deep kiss, your arms tight around his neck. And when you break the kiss, his gaze is a little hazy, “I love you so much, you know that?” You whisper.

He blinks at you, as you watch him try to reset his brain, “Maybe you should kiss me like that again, to prove it.”

You laugh and pull him back into a deep, passionate kiss, and this time his arms curl tightly around you as he holds you just as tightly.

Commission I drew for @/bittipins on Instagram!

I love them!

Tuxedo Rex’s study

when u dont like ur art take a deep breath and remember u created it from nothing, like a god

Writing a character whose name starts with 'Jan' and Word keeps offering to autofill 'January'. Unhelpful, but thank you.

You pulled the small box of medications for the kids from the cupboard you’d tucked it into and made for the isolation room. “Why don’t you just leave them in there?” Shuyi asked, her voice slightly muffled as she followed behind you. You turned to raise an eyebrow at her. “Why don’t I just leave highly controlled and dangerous substances within easy reach of children?” “Oh.” “This is why I’m looking after them,” you sighed. “The only thing I’d trust you to babysit is a cargo ship.” “And I’d excel.”

Idk I think this convo is kinda funny, but it is 2 am so I might hate it in the morning

Share one line from your latest WIP that you are really proud of!

sometimes as a writer I think “I wish the fic would write itself”, and then I remember that some people legitimately use generative AI to write shit for them. So no, I will think that now to be a terrible thought. I will write. And I’ll do it with tears idgaf 😭

I found trough a friend that some people in a community for my fandom were talking about my fic and praising it

It felt nice, but at the same time I kept thinking, why don't they leave a comment? I have not been getting any comments recently and if I hadn't accidentally found those posts I wouldn't know that people are actually enjoying it.

Pls if you really like a fic, let an author know!

Let your authors know! 💕

Not every character needs to be in a romantic relationship reblog if you agree

TECH IS ALIVE!!

He is just not living in Pabu by the end of the Season 3 finale.

He obviously got together with Phee and is out liberating ancient wonders, that's why we didn't saw him in the finale and why Omega didn't mentioned him.

"BUT WEAPONEER" I hear you say. "WHAT ABOUT THE BROKEN GOGGLES???"

Well Obviously he is not going to use those again, they are broken!

Omega keeps them in her ship because they remind her of her brother, who is out with Phee and she hasn't seen them in a while.

Besides, it's probably good luck to keep Tech's goggles on board! he was the best pilot after all.

"BUT WEAPONEER" I hear you say "WHY DOESN'T OMEGA KEEP A MEMENTO OF ECHO TOO??"

Well that's because Omega, like the writers, keeps forgetting Echo exists.

site that you can type in the definition of a word and get the word

site for when you can only remember part of a word/its definition 

site that gives you words that rhyme with a word

site that gives you synonyms and antonyms

sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

Late nights on the Marauder lead to dangerous, experimental upgrades to weapons…

Its been a long week. Someone pass me an image of The Character

Forest babies✨

That took forever to scroll through

I totally agree about the alarms! I just have one that I change the time of whenever I need it (which was a pain on my iPhone but much easier on android)

i wish this default android clock app had "one shot" alarms. no not the timer. the alarm clock. like you set it for a time and once it goes off it disappears from your list

DON’T MAKE COMMENTS ON CHILDREN’S WEIGHT

This is the fucking reason for my disorder

The Bad Batch in formal wear by Kai Chu

Tech (The Bad Batch) in a Suit

Wrecker (The Bad Batch) in a Suit

Crosshair (The Bad Batch) in a Suit

Echo (The Bad Batch) in a Suit

Hunter (The Bad Batch) in a Suit

Omega (The Bad Batch) in Formal Dress

why does my fantasy novel have three warring kingdoms, two rival deities, and absolutely no coherent plot?

because vibes are more important than structure.

Evidence for Older Brother Rex:

1) Cody calls Rex “Old Boy” which is hilarious

2) despite Cody being the higher ranking officer, he puts Rex in charge of the Rishi Base inspection and then keeps following his lead even past the point where everything has gone to hell and he really should have retaken command

Shout out to everyone who is just so tired So so exhausted So very very tired so very fatigued so sleepy and tired So

I get to talk star wars (and other fandoms) with the kids I work with from time to time and I have to tone it back because if I share every random fact I know with them my coworkers will think I'm very odd

star wars fans are so funny bc like you can mention a background clone character who shows up in like, two episodes at most, and there will be some fangirl who's memorized his wiki page, has a pinterest fan page dedicated to him, and ships him with riyo chuchi

me when someone abruptly asks me if i want to go and do something fun together but the fun thing wasn't part of my daily plan:

oh you see it’s me

I am home now