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13. Sansûkh by Determamfidd. Tbh I’ll probably be reccing that glorious fic long after its done. I’ll have kids years from now who will say, “Mommy, read us a bedtime story” and I’ll whip out Sansûkh and be like, “Thorin Oakenshield, King Under the Mountain, came awake with a sudden start and a strangled shout of alarm. It was utterly dark, and his shout echoed in the stifling blackness. He tried to blink his eyes, and found it made little difference.” and they’ll be like, “Not again!!” but that won’t stop me.

I like Sansûkh so much 1) because it is an amazing fic of epic proportions, well researched, well executed, the whole shebang, and 2) because the author is so damn nice. My god, Dets is a sweetheart. She’s the kind of person you gravitate towards just because she’s friendly and encouraging. She’s Person Goals, man. I think the ultra popularity of her fic stems not only from her talent, but from her personality as well. She’s approachable. You want to make her proud. Blah blah blah I’m going overboard now.

So I’m an unapologetic Sansûkh enthusiast for the rest of my days. Determamfidd enthusiast tbh because I trust any fandom in her hands. There’s my fave.

14. Somehow I ended up a diehard Rexobi shipper and I like to inject it into just about everything I write. I’m also pretty in love with Jessix, and Oooh Ahsoka and Barriss. What else… I’m still getting comfortable shipping OCs with canon characters, but in my secret lil draft cave I love doing that.

20. It isn’t posted yet, but Hämärä has some damn fantastic moments that I’m proud of. (Now I just need to work up the urge to post it without worrying my hands off that it isn’t as good as the glimmering gem of a fic I have in my head. Probably when Pulsion is finally done.)

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The knowledge that it had all been a lie makes Rex tired rather than angry: the waste of so many lives, so many people, brothers and Umbarans alike, is too huge to really fit into his head.

Rex pulls his helmet off and sets it next to his outstretched leg. Warm, recycled air dances along his skin as he leans back against the cold bulkhead and allows the hum of the engines to vibrate through the back of his skull. Before he realizes it, his eyes are closed, and exhaustion tugs at him to sleep.

But he can’t.

It isn’t long before his eyes are open again, staring at nothing across the crew bay. That’s when Kenobi moves up beside him, so quietly that  Rex doesn’t even register his presence until the hem of the Jedi’s tunic brushes against his ear.

Rex hides his twitch of surprise. It’s a wonder how someone with so much strength can be so damned quiet sometimes.

“Sir,” he greets softly.

Silent, Kenobi remains standing near him, not quite touching, but closer than Rex had ever seen him get to someone that didn’t need rescuing on the battlefield. It’s some time before Kenobi speaks, his crisp, accented voice weighed down with weariness.

“Not even Geonosis was that bad of a muck up.”

ATTEMPTING NOT TO CRY

ATTEMPT HAS FAILED

*clings* god, you are beautiful, I honestly. honestly. I can’t possibly be more grateful than this. I may have to expel some vital organ to make room for this massive bubbling tidal wave of utter gratitude. what did I ever do to deserve a beautiful friend like you omg

and that SNEAK PEEK, dearest effing lord, I am sinking into that POV and I’m not even familiar with the character!! AHHH IT IS SO PERFECTLY FORMAL AND BRISKLY MILITARY WITH ITS PRECISION AND ATTENTION TO FINE DETAIL AND ACCURATE DESCRIPTION?? and yet SO PERSONAL AND RICH AND INDIVIDUAL??? hot dang I am into this so haaaarrrd