honoring the fallen

spaceless-sea  asked:

How are you? I hope well! Can you do a rfa+v and Saeran having to do seven minutes in heaven? Like honestly not even as drunk just sober. (Requests aren't open;-; but maybe later? Also I rlly love your blog like I'm most done with the masterlist^°^)

Author’s note: I hope you guys like this!!!! i’m still rusty ok it’s been awhile edit: I FORGOT V AGAIN someone please send in a request that says “add v” so I remember to edit him in here


  • “You wanna play cards? I brought them with me so we wouldn’t be bored!!”
  • Does he… Does he really not know what we’re supposed to be doing?
  • You looked down at Yoosung, who was already on sitting on the floor shuffling the deck
  • “Lemme guess… you’ve never played Seven minutes in Heaven.”
  • Yoosung paused for a second before shaking his head
  • You sat down next to him and smiled
  • He’s so cute…
  • “So what game do you wanna play, MC?”
  • But then again, this IS Seven minutes in heaven
  • “Strip Poker.”
  • Yoosung’s face turned bright red
  • “H-Huh? Strip?”
  • You smirked
  • “I’ll start.”
  • In one quick moment, your shirt was thrown across the room
  • “Okay, now you’re turn.”
  • Yoosung who had now achieved a new shade of red blatantly stared at your chest
  • “I-I… uhh, w-well-“
  • What the hell?
  • Yoosung looked behind you
  • “I think it came from the other side of the door.”
  • You stood up and opened the closet door, and in tumbled Zen and Jumin.
  • “So,” you crossed your arm and looked down at the two very guilty looking boys, “You wanna explain yourselves?”
  • The two of them began stuttering out excuses
  • “W-Well Yoosung’s never played before-“
  • “-I heard you were taking off your shirt-“
  • “-And I thought he might need guidance-“
  • “-So I wanted to hear the rest.”
  • You glared at them
  • “First, Jumin don’t be a perv, and second-“
  • “We were in the middle of something.”
  • You looked back at Yoosung, who had taken off his shirt
  • “And now that MC and I are even, I’d like to get back to the game.”
  • Despite the confidence behind Yoosung’s words, his face was as red as ever
  • You turned back around and smirked
  • “You heard the man!”
  • Jumin and Zen slowly got up, both mumbling curses under their breath.
  • You closed the door behind them
  • “Now, where were we?”
  • In the end the two of you ended up stripping to your underwear and then just playing go fish for the rest of the time


  • “W-What? I can’t be in a closet alone with MC!! How will I control myself?”
  • You walked over to the closet and gave Zen a smirk
  • “Who says you need to?”
  • 0.1 seconds later Zen was standing in the closet how the hell did he even get there so fast???
  • You closed the door and turned around
  • “So,” you clapped your hands together, “Show me what you got.”
  • Zen smirked
  • “You sure you can handle it?”
  • You raised an eyebrow, “I think you already know the answer to that.”
  • Zen smiled
  • “This is gonna be-“
  • Was all Zen could get out before hitting his head on the light
  • “Ohhh s-shittt…”
  • You rushed over to Zen, who was now bent over in pain
  • “Are you okay? Do you need ice? How bad does it hurt?”
  • Zen looked up at you with hazy eyes
  • “Slooowww down, youuu’reee talking wayyyy toooo fast!!!”
  • I’m not sure what’s more concerning… Zen’s slurred speech or the giant lump forming on his forehead.
  • “We need to get you out of here right-“
  • “NO! I want to give you… seven minutes…in…….”
  • THUD
  • “He did WHAT?”
  • Jaehee swung to door open, her eyes immediately traveling down to unconscious Zen
  • “What happened to his face? And why is the closet light busted??”
  • The rest of the RFA stood behind her, patiently awaiting your answer
  • “Well,” you looked down at Zen and smirked, “I guess he unleashed the beast a little too early.”


  • As soon as Jaehee closed the door she sunk down to the floor and sighed
  • “Finally… peace and quiet.”
  • You nodded, sitting down next to her
  • “Who the hell let Seven DJ anyways?”
  • Jaehee laughed, “I don’t know, but it was a horrible decision.”
  • It would’ve been fine if he just turned the damn the volume down…
  • You looked over at Jaehee, who was responding to an email on her phone
  • “Work’s got you pretty busy, huh?”
  • She gave you a sarcastic glare
  • “Doesn’t it always?”
  • The two of you began ranting about Jumin and the rest of the RFA
  • “I mean, does he think I’m just made out of cat toys? He can’t keep-“
  • “Wait… Jaehee?”
  • “Yeah?”
  • “I think our seven minutes are up… Did they forget about us?”
  • Jaehee checked her phone
  • “It’s been 12 minutes,” she looked back over at you and smiled, “so I think it’s safe to say they have.”
  • The two of you exchanged glances
  • It’s so nice in here…
  • “You wanna stay?”
  • Jaehee’s eyes lit up
  • “I thought you’d never ask!”
  • She set her phone down and yawned
  • “I think… I’ll take a nap.”
  • You reached up and turned the lights off
  • “Sounds good to me.”
  • You stared at the ceiling, waiting for the drowsiness to hit you
  • That was when you felt something warm slump on your shoulder
  • You looked over at Jaehee and she gave you a sleepy smile
  • “Do you mind if I use you as a pillow?”
  • Be still my heart.
  • “Y-Yeah!”
  • Jaehee closed her eyes, and within the next five minutes, she was asleep
  • The next morning Seven found both of you sleeping in his closet
  • And yes he was naked 
  • And yes he screamed
  • And yes you and Jaehee both screamed back
  • But it was still the best seven minutes in heaven you’ve ever played even if it wasn’t just seven minutes


  • As SOON as the door closed he had you pinned up against the wall
  • “W-Woah, slow down there bud.”
  • Jumin closed his eyes and sighed, letting go of the grip he had on your hips
  • “Sorry,” he backed up and ran his hands through his hair
  • You practically feel him holding himself back
  • “Why are you so worked up??”
  • Jumin leaned back on the wall opposite of you
  • “It’s just, while we were out there, Zen kept… flirting with you.”
  • His nose crinkled when he said the word flirting, as if it were a disgusting word
  • “I know secretly dating is hard, but I really think its best.”
  • You looked up at him, “Especially with everything happening with your company…”
  • Jumin nodded, taking a step toward you
  • “I suppose I can’t blame Zen. You do look ravishing tonight,” Jumin smirked
  • You smiled back at him, giving him a small twirl
  • “Thank you, my boyfriend helped me pick this out.”
  • “I must say, your boyfriend has great taste. I bet he’s handsome, too.”
  • “Oh yes, extremely.”
  • Seven’s yelling interrupted your conversation
  • “Hmm,” Jumin looked at you, “Do you think five minutes in enough?”
  • You pushed yourself off of the wall and grabbed Jumin by the tie
  • “Won’t know unless we try.”
  • And as it turns out, five minutes was more than enough time to… scroll through Jumin’s pictures of Elly


  • “So.”
  • “Yup.”
  • “This is fun.”
  • “Really fun.”
  • For the first two minutes, those were the only words exchanged between you and Saeran
  • I have to do something to break this silence.
  • You cleared your throat
  • “Uhh… so how are you?”
  • SERIOUSLY??? Is that the best I could come up with?
  • “I’m fine.”
  • “…Cool.”
  • You looked down at your feet
  • I’m good too, thanks for asking.
  • this poor child doesn’t know how to socialize have mercy on him
  • When you looked back up at him, his eyes quickly darted away
  • Was he staring at me?
  • A light blush crossed his face
  • That’s… kinda cute.
  • You bit your lip
  • Well, this is seven minutes in heaven
  • Before your brain could tell you otherwise, you leaned forward and lightly pressed your lips against his
  • After getting over the initial shock that someone was actually kissing him Saeran grabbed your chin and deepened the kiss
  • When you pulled away, both of you were out of breath
  • You leaned back against the wall
  • “…So.”
  • “Yup.”
  • “That was fun.”
  • Really fun.”
  • Seven swung the door open
  • “TIME’S UP!!!”
  • You looked at Saeran and smirked
  • “Let’s do this again sometime.”
  • Saeran followed you out the door and grabbed your wrist
  • He pulled you back and lowered his voice so the other’s couldn’t here
  • “Name the place and I’ll be there.”
  • Oh, this was going to be f u n.


  • You looked back the rest of the group
  • “Please help me.”
  • Jaehee gave you a pitying look and Zen saluted you “in honor of his fallen comrade”
  • Before you could anyone else’s reaction, Seven grabbed your hand and pulled you into the closet
  • “Your closet is a lot smaller than I thought it would be.”
  • Seven let go of your hand and laughed
  • “You do know I wear almost the same thing every day, right?”
  • You reached out to feel one of his shirts
  • “This one is my favorite.”
  • You pointed to the shirt Yoosung had gotten Seven for his birthday
  • It had a picture of the RFA on the front and the word “family” in Arabic on the back
  • “Mine too.”
  • Seven stepped closer to you
  • “You wanna see why I was so excited to get you in here?”
  • You felt your face heat up
  • “W-Well, I mean-“
  • “What?”
  • As soon as the lights went off, Seven turned you around so you were facing the door
  • He wrapped his arms around you, giving you a tight hug from behind
  • “Look up.”
  • You tilted your head to look up at the ceiling
  • “Oh my…”
  • Glow-in-the-dark stars were scattered all over the top of the closest, turning the dull ceiling into a tiny galaxy
  • “It’s beautiful.”
  • Seven buried his face in the crook of your neck
  • “So are you.”
  • And that’s when it hit you
  • You were literally in heaven in with Seven
  • “Thank you.”
“Nothing even happened in Volume 4″

-Right from the start, we get a glimpse of how Grimm are created

-Introduction to three new bad guys, and one farm boy that Tumblr instantly gushes over.

-Ruby gets a new outfit in order to honor her fallen friends

-Jaune gets his weapon redesigned to honor his fallen partner

-Funny RNJR vs JNRR debate (started by the FNDM) included into the show

-Weiss stands up to her abusive father in public

-Weiss’ epic song and Weiss’ epic singing

-We learn why Blake ran from Vale, and she is justified

-Yang recovers from PTSD and depression

-Yang takes a bold step in accepting the use of a prothestetic arm

-Three new Grimm (four when including the character short) are revealed

-Three new faunus types

-New weapons

-”It’s also a gun” trope reoccurence

-”Looks human, is actually a Faunus” trope reoccurence

-We learn that Blake is essentially royalty

-Second Secondary Schnee Sibling™

-Lie Ren and Nora Valkyrie backstory

-Raven Branwen’s first appearance since Volume 2

-Branwen Backstory™

-Qrow “Birdman” Branwen

-Epic Qrow vs Tyrian fight

-Bad Luck Charm

-Qrow’s semblance is revealed and explained

-Remnant religion revealed

-Old STRQ shenanigans

-Sun and Blake team up in combat

-Klein the Butler as The Seven Dwarfs

-Posthumous Pyrrha™


-Jaune comforting Ruby about her doubts to mirror Volume 1

-Sun comforting Blake

-Renora getting 99% confirmed

-Pumpkin Pete hoodie (which you can buy in the Rooster Teeth store!)

-Crocea Mors weapon upgrade

-Armed and Ready (full song)

-”We’re getting the gang back together!” hype

-Weiss being able to summon the Giant Armor

-No beloved character death

-”You BITCH!”

-Ozpin manipulating Oscar’s body 

-Qrow’s repeated nodding and smile at Oscar/Ozpin

-”For my mother.”

-”For my father.”

-”For all those that you’ve slain.”

-”For myself.”

I know a lot of this wasn’t plot crucial, but a lot of cool things still happened in Volume 4. 

Feel free to add more if you want.

A and B turrets, HMS Hood 1940 HMS Hood’s forward 15" turrets, with a 4" gun’s crew under training in the foreground. The leading seaman, (noted) standing on the extreme left, behind the man with the 4" projectile, is leading seaman W Dowdell, who lost his life on 24 May 1941 along with 1414 other members of the ship’s company, there being just three survivors when the ship was sunk in action by the German battleship Bismarck.
Colourised by Royston Leonard

Playmates (Chapter 1)

(Okay, I know it’s been a long time since I last said something about this but the inspiration is really hard to find  (╥﹏╥). Okay, this is really short and the length of each chapter will surely vary from very short to longer ones. As usual the warnings is that this is a Ghost/Reincarnation AU, there might be grammatical errors, and this is really a short chapter.)

Keith…was not really the religious type, especially with all this talks about him being half Galra and all. It just means that some parts (or maybe all of it) of human beliefs didn’t really apply to him at all. Was there some great being out there that rules over the whole universe? Was destiny and fate real? Were all those mythologies about gods and goddesses were based from aliens also who happened to visit earth? Keith didn’t have the answers for these questions.

But right now? Floating in white nothingness? Now he could categorize as something supernatural. Not that being in space, fighting a war with a sentient lion, and meeting aliens were not supernatural to begin with but there was something different about this one. More so when Keith was pretty sure he died. From saving others specifically because that’s their job.

Team Voltron won the war against the Galra Empire but of course they suffered also. After all, there were no winners in war.

They lost their precious Blue Paladin.

It was so frustrating at the same time admirable on how Lance bit the dust. Frustrating because the blue paladin retained his ever self-sacrificing habit (that the team tried to fix) and admirable because Lance saved a whole refugee camp that was full of elderly and children. To honor the bravery of the fallen Paladin, the people of that planet swore that they would make a hero statue just for him. This made the team laughed and cry at the same time because Lance would love to have a statue of his own but he was no longer physically available to marvel at it.

Keith lost a piece of himself even though Lance died with a smile.

Now that he think further more about it, it was indeed sad that they all died young. Well, they did managed to say their feelings towards their love ones, be it romantically or platonically, but it didn’t mean that it hurt less.

War was nothing but a thief. It would continue to rob everyone until the end.

Keith blinked slowly. It really didn’t register to him at first but as the gravity around him increased the more he became aware that he was going in a downward movement.

He was falling and it was unexpected to the point that he didn’t have time to scream before shadows enveloped his entire being.


“Keith? Keith!”


“Oh no, is he dead? Please don’t tell me he is dead.”


“Ah…Hunk, I’m pretty sure we are all dead considering we literally put ourselves straight on harm’s way last I remembered.”




“What? I’m just saying the truth! See? We’re transparent!”




“Alright, everyone calm down.”


Keith would think that it was their normal everyday life in the castle based from the conversations he was hearing. But he didn’t dared hope because this might just be a dream, which would be a new one since he never really dreamed when he was floating ages ago.

“Keith? Can you hear me?”

“Come on, Galra Keith, open your eyes.”

Even in a dream, that statement was pretty irritating and Keith kept telling Hunk to stop calling him with such name. He verbalized his complain and Keith was not aware that the dead could still have a sensation of having their airways being blocked.

Someone was hugging him. Someone was literally touching him.

“Hunk! Put me down!”

With a shout of apology, Keith was finally on the ground again (for the first time since being dead) and had the chance of taking in the situation he was in at the moment. He looked around and saw Shiro, Pidge, and Hunk standing before him. They were all wearing their usual clothes before all of them became Paladins and a short glance to himself was enough for him to see that he was in the same attire. Now the area around them, however, was somewhere that gave an aura that distinctly says that they were on earth. On their home planet. All of them were gathered in a room that seemed like a nursery setting. The walls were painted with ocean waves and there were some cartoon fishes along with it. At the right side there was a glass window that illuminates the room and below it there were a mountain of animal stuff toys that ranges from puppies and kittens to wolves and lions. A few meters away from it was a baby crib made out of wood, the inside looked so soft and comfortable with all the pillows and such that shows different shades of blue. At the left side of the room were two cabinets and it was obvious that everything inside it will be for the baby that will occupy the room.

“Okay, where are we and what is happening here?” the question was directed to Shiro but Keith also looked towards Hunk and Pidge.

“Aside from the obvious fact that we are in a nursery room?” Pidge adjusted her glasses for a bit.


Silence met him after he said that and everyone was looking at each other to see if one of them knew what was going on.

“I think all of us only know the same things.” Shiro finally concluded when no one answered the question that swirling inside their minds.

“We died.” Pidge started the list.

“We were floating in a white nothingness?” at least that was what Keith experienced and he assumed that it was the same with the others when they nodded at him.

“Um…shadows suddenly swallowed us?” Hunk started twiddling his thumbs.

“We woke up here with transparent body, which only means…”

“We’re ghosts.” They all said at the same time.

Well this was a scenario that Keith never thought he would be in. Never in his entire life that the thought of not being able to enter the afterlife entered his mind, that was if such place existed in the first place.

Also, Keith was pretty sure he has no unfinished business so…

Why were all of them in this situation?

“Wait, where’s Lance then?” after those words escaped Keith’s mouth the door leading to the room where they were opened and revealed a couple, with the woman holding a baby while the man was cooing at the little one.

“I hope our little boy will like his room.”

“I’m sure he will, darling. Isn’t that right? Lance?”


tamkinz13  asked:

I love you and thanks for fix it's!! I need the phone call/conversation between maggie and Alex and the lead into when they jump down the air vent like Jedi knights! Thank you! I'm sending you some coffee!!

Prelude to this fic: https://queercapwriting.tumblr.com/post/160717824814/can-you-please-fic-sanvers-like-crawling-in-air

“Maggie?” Alex calls into the radio she’d hacked for Maggie when her phone went on the fritz from all the interference in the air.

There’s a pause – and the pause is far too long for Alex’s liking, for Alex’s sanity – before static comes through, before weapons fire and boot stomps and screams comes through, and Alex’s heart collapses.

But then Maggie’s voice joins the chaos, and Alex remembers what breathing is.

“Danvers. I’m here. Just evacuated NC Elementary to an old underground bunker. I’m gonna head to the high school to help Guardian – “

“Negative, Sawyer. I’ll dispatch some of my agents to help Guardian. I need you back here. Can you get a clear path?”

Because if she can’t, Alex can think of more than one way to clear it for her.

“Are you hurt?” Maggie’s voice is panicked, and Alex is in love.

“No, I’m fine, I’m fine – but I have orders, and I need someone I trust to watch my back.”

There’s a pause and there’s silence and then there’s more gunfire and then there’s a hiss of breath and a subtle groan.

“Be back in ten, Danvers. Give or take – “ Alex hears a gunshot and she flinches and wonders if this is what it was like for Maggie when she was in that goddamn cage.

“Give or take a bit of – “ Another gunshot, a swear, a grunt. “Traffic.”

Alex smirks a sigh despite herself.

“You get back here in one piece, Sawyer, you understand me? We’ve got too many more firsts to get through.”

“A whole lifetime, Danvers. I’ll be home to you soon.”


The bar where most of Maggie’s friends had been massacred.

The bar where they first kissed.

The bar where they fell in love.

The bar where they would stage the resistance that would save the world.

In honor of all who’d fallen there.


It’s fitting, and the thought keeps Maggie going, and the thought keeps Alex waiting, until they’re in each other’s arms again, ready to watch each other’s backs, ready to see each other to the other side of this god damned war.


Princess Argella Durrandon was the daughter and only child of Argilac the Arrogant, the last Storm King. In the battle called the Last Storm, Orys Baratheon slew Argilac Durrandon in single combat, and the remaining stormlander army fled. At the approach of Orys Baratheon and the Targaryen host, Argella barred the gates of Storm’s End and declared herself Storm Queen. Rather than bend the knee, she promised when Queen Rhaenys flew Meraxes into the castle to parley that the defenders of Storm’s End would die to the last man. “You may take my castle, but you will win only bones and blood and ashes,” she announced, but the soldiers of the garrison proved less eager to die. That night they raised a peace banner, threw open the castle gate, and delivered Lady Argella gagged, chained, and naked to the camp of Orys Baratheon. It is said that Orys unchained her with his own hands, wrapped his cloak around her, poured her wine, and spoke to her gently, telling her of her father’s courage and the manner of his death. And afterward, to honor the fallen king, he took the arms and words of the Durrandon for his own. The crowned stag became his sigil, Storm’s End became his seat, and Lady Argella his wife.

Fancasting Meme | 6 Historical Figures (3/6)
Eva Green as Argella Durrandon

I cannot believe what I'm seeing.

My friend, 1LT Weston Lee, was killed in Iraq. That kind of news hurts enough. It punches you in the gut.

He was tough, he could do really rough PT with a smile on his face. He was a good shot, even among military circles. He was a leader, he never doubted why we do what we do as Soldiers. And, if anyone did begin to doubt, he could encourage them to believe again in the Brotherhood that is the Army. He was a friend and source of encouragement to everyone who knew him. He was a man who balanced service to his country with his belief in God, and knew how to have fun as well.

To learn he didn’t die immediately in that IED attack. That he died from his wounds later. That he suffered because the medics were worried that morphine would lower his heart rate.

Myself and other friends of his don’t know where or when he will be brought home. We don’t know when we will have to bury our friend and brother.

And, to top it all off. That absolute SCUM are rejoicing over his death and politicizing it!!!

… not from the enemy, but other Americans. Everything from Far left to far right. From SJW to Politically Incorrect. I’m seeing comments from people trying to use my Friend’s death to fit their disgusting agendas.

That hurts. That hurts really bad….

That people who weren’t privileged to know him feel entitled to misuse and misrepresent him and drag his sacrifice through the dirt.

I’m so angered and appalled.

But I know it would be his wish to let those people speak, no matter how hurtful. That we, the Brotherhood of those in service to this country, honor the memory of the fallen and continue to drive on. That we carry ourselves with pride, no matter what.

I am honored I knew Weston in life. I’m glad to know I’ll meet him again one day in heaven.

Until Valhalla!

NO but this is too heartbreaking, because it could just as well be a scene where Newt is already dead, not just an awesome edit to show his death.

Just imagine it, the surviving Gladers having a bonfire to honor all their fallen friends, and Thomas takes a jar of that drink and sits down and holds it up, thinking “Here’s to you Newt. Wish you were here.” and then taking a sip all seriously and stuff but he just ends up spitting it all out like the first time

AND Newt’s ghost is sitting next to him, laughing his arse off, saying “Jeez Tommy all that and you’re still a bloody Greenie” but wishing he really was there to laugh with his friend, just one more time.

Also, this is not my gif, I think its this awesome person’s, if I’m wrong please correct me :)

Cold sheets // Rex x Reader

“When’s the last time you slept?”

You never really understood how cold a bed is when you’re alone until you’ve had someone else share warmth with. That was epiphany realized at 2 AM, or o’two-hundred as Rex would say-or used to say.

He hadn’t talked much since he got back from the Umbara mission. He greeted you with the tightest hug and a kiss to the forehead, but he hadn’t touched you since. He was vague on the explanation.

“General Krell went rouge. Bad things happen when Jedi go rouge. We have a pretty long leave.” Other than that, you nothing of what happened on Umbara-just guesses that it wasn’t good. Your captain was obviously shaken up, and it took a lot to shake the war hardened trooper. So besides the vague explanation, most conversations were one sided, often answered in one word replies.

He would sit with you while you ate, but would barely pick at his food. When asked it was either, “I’m just not hungry.” Or “I snacked while you were at work.” But that was obviously a lie, face was gant and the cupboards were untouched. But, still you didn’t try to force him into anything.

Oh, the look on his face broke your heart every time you looked him in the eyes. Not one smile since he showed up on your doorstep, not much an expression at all except red-puffy eyes occasionally. Otherwise he just looked tired, but he never came to bed.

That brings us back to “ O’two hundred”, as you peeled back the blankets you were determined to help him tonight. Him wanting help or not. Your bare feet touched down on your apartment floor, again you were reminded of how warm Rex always was. Tugging a hand through your hair, you tried to make your footsteps as quiet as possible, but they still stuck ever so slightly to the floor as cold feet on tile do.

You never wanted to startle Rex, in fact he once warned you against do so. So once closer to the kitchen, you make your footsteps a little louder, shuffling slightly. Coming up behind and slightly to his side, you gently laid a hand on his shoulder He jumped in his seat, twisting around and grabbing your wrist so fast you hadn’t realized what happened until he’d knocked a chair over from standing up so fast.

For a moment, you were scared- staring into eyes that were obviously not looking at you. Ever so quietly, “Rex, please, you’re scaring me, darling.”

You watched as his attention came back to you, slowly then all at once. He looked you over and then to the hand that was gripping your wrist tightly. He dropped his arm in disgust of himself, before observing the rest of the damage. The Captain picked up the chair and shoes your Loth-Cat away from the spilled caf.

“Damnit.” He whispered ashamed, “(Y/N). I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?”

“Never. There’s no need to be sorry, Rex.” You answered, inching closer. He inched backwards.

“No need to be sorry? I could have killed you.” He protested. It was sad this was the longest conversation you’d had since he got back.

“Rex, I’m not afraid of you.” He shook his head, at your statement moving past you. You could hear him in the living room, attaching his armor and clicking it in place. You had nervous energy bubbling up; you didn’t want him to leave, but you didn’t want to provoke him.

“I should go back to the barracks to get my head on straight. I’ll come back when-” he didn’t finish before heading towards your door. He looked at you as if waiting for a protest. All you could do was stare at the bags under his eyes. Shaking his head once more, he was ready to step out. “I’m sorry.”

“When’s the last time you slept?” You called out before the door closed. Rex stepped back in, looking at you quizzically.

“What?” He didn’t sound angry, but genuinely confused- as if your care for him was a new thing.

“When was the last time you slept? A full night? On something other than my kitchen table?” You elaborated, walking towards him. When you reached him, you shut the door before cupping his face in your hands, bodies pressed together. Your heart shattered at the way he tensed and how cold he felt.

“God, (y/n), I don’t deserve you.” He admitted, finally relaxing into your touch. He leaned down to rest his forehead against yours. “I’m so, so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. Just let me help you.” Was all you could say.

Back at the kitchen table, he mopped up the spilled caf before sitting back down to explain it all. “General Skywalker was called back to Coruscant, with General Krell left in his interim. It was clear Krell didn’t share much sentiment about us clones. He didn’t fight with us, sent us with strategies designed for maximum casualty-” He paused, and the took a deep breath, “Heroic actions were overlooked. Hell, Jesse, Fives, and Hardcase took down half of the space blockade and Krell tried to execute them.”

One hand rested on the table, while the other drug across him face. Taking your hand, you gently covered his hand in yours and squeezed it lightly.

“He called us by our numbers- even when threatening to court martial us. He turned the 501st against each other- those loyal to the Jedi and those loyal to our brothers. I was caught in the middle, I wouldn’t blame them if they wanted a new captain. One who competently deal with a bad leader-”

“Hey, don’t talk about yourself like that.” You reprimanded gently. His smile was gone as soon as it came.

“Towards the end of the campaign, he ordered us to intercept some Umbarans who were on there way to our base- told us that they had stolen our brothers’ armor. So in honor of our fallen brothers, we did. We intercepted and opened fire and they did the same to us. It wasn’t until I shot ones helmet off that I realized it wasn’t an Umbaran.”

He stopped, eyes falling to the floor in shame. He dropped your hand before holding his face.

“Rex, you don’t ha-” you started. But he interrupted.

“He tricked us! Into killing our own brothers. (Y/N)! I killed my own brothers! I ordered the open fire on our own troopers!” He thundered, raising his voice before it broke.

“Oh my…” you trailed off, “I’m so sorry you had to endure that, but, please, baby, it’s not your fault.”

He shook his head, “If I had stood up to him-”

“You would be dead. From the information given, Krell was corrupt, malicious, and cruel. Even if you did stand up to him, he would have killed you and carried out his plans through someone else. Please, stop beating yourself up.” You ranted, furious that a JEDI of all people had done this.

“57 lives, I can’t just forget that.” He said dejectedly. You got up and hugged him, not letting go until he hugged back.

“I’m not asking you to, I’m just asking you not to let their death be the death of you. Don’t let them die in vain, fight for them, fight for me-just get out of this alive and they won’t have died in vain.”

“Force, (Y/N), I love you so much.” He muttered into your hair. You pulled away, brushing a hand over his cheek.

“Now, please, come to bed. I can’t sleep another night alone.”

<I’m actually kind of proud of this!>

requested by: @akelia101 thanks!

*Reyes and Ryder plan their secret wedding*

(and when they tell the crew Drack doesn’t openly weep when Scott asks if he would give him away) 

Honoring Marine Gunnery Sgt. Jonathan W. Gifford, who perished July 29, 2012, in Bagdhis province, Afghanistan, fighting to his last breath in an enemy ambush.

According to a recent report by the Marine Corps Times, when a group of Afghan special forces soldiers came under enemy fire, Gifford, a team chief assigned to Marine Special Operations Command, jumped onto an all-terrain vehicle and sped 800 meters to their aid, administering first aid and moving the wounded to an evacuation zone, under enemy fire all the while.

He then returned across that 800-meter stretch of unprotected terrain to defend another group of Afghan commandos.

He killed an insurgent who was firing from a window, scaled a building full of Taliban fighters and dropped a fragmentation grenade down the chimney, and continued to engage the enemy before falling to enemy fire.

For his bravery and sacrifice, Gifford was posthumously awarded the Navy Cross, the nation’s second-highest award for gallantry in combat on June 17, 2014.

Assistant Commandant of the Marine Corps Gen. John Paxton presented the award to Gunny Gifford’s family in a ceremony at MARSOC Headquarters aboard Camp Lejeune, North Carolina.