If Ace Doesn't Exist, Then Why Does Anything Else? There's Room For Every Sexuality, And Saying One Doesn't

if ace doesn't exist, then why does anything else? there's room for every sexuality, and saying one doesn't exist isn't just wrong, it's stupid. I hope this helps to prove your point, @i-will-help-you-swim.

Reblog if you think asexuality is a real thing that actually exists.

I'm trying to prove something.

LOOK AT THEM!!

✨chaotic lineage✨

Have you seen the 37th’s local Jedi? Now you have ✨

My oc Kenhla Whiro, and her WONDERFUL PADAWANS Luna ( @lavenderstaars ) and Brisk ( @mango-peachjuice ), from the Lucky Batch!

@lynnpaper @foxlock @maygaladon @radbatch @oo-hazel-oo @letsunity @lusiawonder @catboy-tech @cosmicghostie @monako-jinn-stories @longearedowlfromouterspace @namesmox @generaltano it’s the gals✨

you can expect to see a fic or two on the way with these prompts

prompts list :)

fluff/general

“how much did you drink?”

“aw, you’re so cute.”

“what did you do?”

“i asked if you were having a party. i didn’t tell you to have a party.”

“this is the opposite of what i told you to do.”

“well, it’s the thought that counts.”

“wait, no, don’t take kissing away from me.”

“okay, where are all my jumpers?”

“oh, you’ve started stealing my socks now?”

“yeah, okay, but i’m cooler.”

“you owe me a kiss.”

“how did you get in here?”

“for starters, that’s impossible.”

“how did you fail a survey?”

“yeah, well, if you weren’t so drunk maybe i would.”

“that’s not even fair.”

“you promised me a cookie!”

“did i ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?”

“ew, that is so sappy, i might vomit.”

“i’m not playing truth or dare.”

“you’re not very intimidating.”

“i love you.”

“well the probability of that is 0, but you go ahead.”

“that was, by far, the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.”

“why don’t you take a picture? it’ll last longer.”

“maybe not.”

“why the hell is there glitter everywhere?”

“well, i’m pretty irresistible.”

“how much money would you give me to flip this table, right here, right now, in the middle of class?”

“detention? again?”

angst

“why don’t you just go?”

“no, it’s not like that.”

“if you cared about me, you wouldn’t do this.”

“it doesn’t matter anymore.”

“what’s the point?”

“fuck you.”

“you should’ve said that yesterday.”

“don’t lie to me.”

“i swear, if you say another word, i’ll leave.”

“change in mind or change in heart?”

“it’s over, it’s done, just leave it be.”

“why do you keep bringing it up?”

“we can’t go back in time, so stop trying to reverse what you said.”

“you say you’ll stop, but then you keep doing it!”

“maybe in another world.”

“why are you like this?”

“stop making empty promises!”

“what about us?”

“don’t say that.”

“i’m done. we’re done.”’

feel free to reblog :)

man, you woke up this morning and chose to break my heart!! (it's so well written but believe it or not that does NOT ease the pain)

The Lucky Batch☘️

Finally finished Ryder’s backstory :D

Venators

CT-0017 loved being on venators. He loved being on a massive shuttle, flying through endless space. They had everything a clone could possibly need. Medbays, refreshers, bunks, mess halls, they were essentially flying bases.

“Once again, you’ve proved very useful with your knowledge of weapons,” CT-1882 said to CT-0017. “I don’t think any of us would have used the right weapons if you hadn’t told us which ones to use.”

“Ha, yeah, you di’kuts really need me, don’t you?” He joked back.

“Hey, I was complimenting you, that doesn’t mean you insult me,” CT-1882 joked back.

“Yeah yeah, get going to the bridge. We need you to fly us back safely. I don’t know if I trust anyone else to control this thing, especially not CT-2019.”

“Sir yes sir,” CT-1882 said while giving his vod a sloppy salute, slapping his arm as he walked away. CT-0017 smiled after him, shaking his head before heading to the armory.

“Hey, CT-0017,” another trooper, CT-2019, said as he walked in, “you think I can keep this blaster?”

“Sure, just make sure you only use it for scouting and stealth. It won’t help much in the middle of a heavy wave, it’s more for sniping.”

“Alright, thanks. And hey, tell CT-1882 that he owes me a drink.”

“I think he owes us all one.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he did,” CT-2019 chuckled. “See ya around, vod,” the clone said before he left the room, a wide grin on his face as he carried away his new weapon.

CT-0017 sat in the armory and prepared to clean his own weapon when something hit the ship and caused him to drop his blaster. He immediately rushed out of the room and to the bridge, wanting to know what was happening.

“CT-1882, what’s going on?” He asked frantically, going over to where his brother was.

“We’re under attack! The separatists don’t seem to have been happy with our win on the ground. They must have called for reinforcements while we were still fighting!”

“Attack squadron, get to your shuttles and get out there! But be careful!” Their general yelled.

“Yes sir!” CT-2019 responded before saluting to CT-0017 and CT-1882. “Keep an eye out for me, would ya?” He joked to the two before running to the hangar.

“CT-1882, we need to get the shields up, fast! They’ve blocked our exit, so don’t worry about flying out of here,” the Dathomirian Jedi yelled.

“Yes sir!”

CT-0017 looked around the room as others were scrambling about, trying to figure out what to do.

They were all alone, having just finished a mission on the planet below them. They had thought they were successful, having won the battle on land. They had even begun to have little celebrations, but that was cut short when they were attacked. They were trapped, with no way out.

“CT-1882, are the shields up yet?” General Lyle yelled.

“Yes sir!”

CT-0017 didn’t know what to do. He was the weapons specialist, and he was much better in ground battle. He also wasn’t a pilot, so he couldn’t fly out and attack the enemy, not that he wanted to.

A large blast from the enemy shook the venator, and CT-0017 had to reach out to steady himself. He looked out the viewport to see explosions all around. His eyes widened as he watched another blast hurdle towards the ship and hit it. The lights flickered for a second before they settled.

“General Lyle, sir! Our shields have been destroyed!” CT-1882 shouted, his eyes wide as he looked at the controls.

“Kriff! We have to get out of direct fire!” General Lyle yelled back.

“What’s going on there?” CT-2019 asked from his shuttle.

“Nothing, don’t worry about us! Focus on fighting out there!” CT-1882 shouted back over the comms.

“I can multitask!” CT-2019 tried to argue.

“CT-2019, watch out!” One of the other clones in the attack squadron shouted over the comms. CT-0017 looked out just as he saw the clone’s ship get blown up by a separatist blast. He nearly fell to the ground as he watched, unable to do anything about his fallen brother. He wouldn’t even have a body to bury.

“CT-2019!” CT-1882 shouted into his comm, though he knew there would be no response. Static sounds played over as he listened, hoping for a small chance of survival. He looked away from what he was doing to look at CT-0017 briefly, tears in his eyes. CT-0017 looked down, taking a second to mourn before he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“CT-0017, come with me!” General Lyle said.

“Yes sir!” He responded, running after the Jedi.

“We are suffering major damage to the venator! We are going to have to abandon ship!”

“But sir! What about the others?”

“That’s what I need you to work on! Get the escape pods ready, and when they are, gather as many troopers as you can into them! I’m trusting you, CT-0017!”

“Sir yes sir!” He responded, immediately beginning to prepare the escape pods.

The ship shook around him again as he worked, and he tried not to think about what was going on. He could hear the squadron yelling at each other over the comms, and then it went silent.

“Attack squadron! Is anyone still out there?” General Lyle’s voice came over.

No response.

“Attack squadron! Come in!”

Again, nothing.

Their fighters were down, they had no one outside the ship to fight.

Suddenly, the ship jerked violently. CT-0017 flew forward, falling to the ground. When he pushed himself back up, the alarms were blaring around him. Red warning lights were flashing around him, and he began to panic more.

“Major damage to the bridge, general!” CT-1882’s voice yelled over the comms.

“Everyone, get to the escape pods!” General Lyle yelled.

A horrible metallic ripping sound flooded CT-0017’s ears, and he brought his hands up to try and block out the sound. The loud sounds of men shouting in his very own voice mixed in with it.

“Troopers!” General Lyle shouted. “What happened?!”

Again, there was no response to his question.

“CT-1882! Come in!” CT-0017 shouted.

“T-the bridge…” he responded, “i-it’s too damaged. Part of the ship was broken off by a blast.”

“Can you get out? Can you get to the escape pods?” Their general asked frantically.

“No, sir. We're trapped, I’m sorry.”

“No, CT-1882! You have to try! You have to get out!” CT-0017 begged.

“Sorry, vod. You’re going to have to learn to fly without me or CT-2019. Go, while you still can.”

“No! I’m coming back to help!” CT-0017 said before he began to run, only for an invisible hand to stop him. He turned and looked down the hall at his general, whose face was pained but determined.

“CT-0017, you have to get into one of those escape pods if you want to survive!”

“Sir! I will not abandon my brothers!”

“CT-1882 told you to go! Do this for him!”

“I WON’T LEAVE WITHOUT HIM!” CT-0017 shouted, tears falling from under his helmet.

The next thing he knew, the Dathomirian was rushing over to the closest escape pod and opening the door. He used the force to lift up CT-0017 and throw him inside. CT-0017 immediately jumped up and ran forwards, only for the door to shut in his face.

“NO!” He screamed, fist pounding as his general looked at him through the small glass.

“Never forget us, CT-0017,” General Lyle said before he slammed the button to release the pod.

“NO!” CT-0017 screamed again as he was launched away from the ship. He quickly moved to the controls and began to spin the pod around to look at the venator.

He fell to his knees as he watched. The massive ship before him was surrounded by smoke. Blasts from enemy ships kept raining onto it. He could see the part that had been broken off. The bridge was utterly destroyed.

“General!” He shouted into his comms. “CT-1882! Anyone!” No response came to his calls, and then it happened. The final blow came, and the venator was completely destroyed. The force of the explosion tossed his escape pod around, and when he finally steadied it, nothing but scrap metal remained at the scene. The Separatist ships had already fled the scene, and CT-0017 was alone in the endless space.

~~~

CT-0017 hated venators. He hated being on a massive shuttle, flying through endless space. They held memories of his past battalion, his general and his brothers that had all been killed.

They reminded him of General Lyle, the Dathomirian Jedi that had saved his life. They reminded him of CT-2019, and CT-1882, one the leader of an attack squadron and the other the captain of the venator. Both had promised to teach him how to fly. Both had died.

@foxlock @letsunity @radbatch @maygalodon @stereotypicalpicnicmat @oo-hazel-oo @lusiawonder @longearedowlfromouterspace @lynnpaper @just-another-dreamerr @lavenderstaars @cosmicghostie @namesmox @generaltano @mango-peachjuice sorry if I left and Lucksters out, I tried to get you all!

Male victims of domestic violence deserve to be talked about, but there are people who don't even think it happens

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

HE'S BEAUTIFUL!! damn, foxy's out here stealing my heart

DUN DUN DUN!!!

The Over-Enthusiastic Sharpshooter: CT-3425, aka "Foxy".

This boy in turquoise has a knack for getting himself into some wacky dares. One time, he took a shot at General Skywalker...he doesn't point fingers, but you know who you are, brother.

He has a matching snake tattoo with his brother, Pepper, but don't let anyone tell you he was shaking while getting it done. My boi may be tough, but he hates needles.

This snarky, quick witted clone is fast with his tongue and won't hesitate to make fun of his brothers and join in on the chaos. But if a stranger tries to get in on his fun? Hell no, don't you dare make fun of his vod unless you want to look death in the eyes.

An utter goofball around his troop, his favorite thing to do is play fight. Finger guns, wrestling, making blaster sounds with his mouth...this boy is all about having fun while on the job.

Art by @maygaladon!! Thank you so much, I love him with all my heart 💚

@lavenderstaars @letsunity @radbatch @cosmicghostie @monako-jinn-stories @mango-peachjuice and anyone else who I forgot to tag- LOVE Y'ALL