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STAR WARS REBELS CAME OUT 10 YEARS AGO!!!!!

Happy tenth birthday to the bestest star war show <3

Happy 10th anniversary of Star Wars Rebels! I love this series so much and I watched it and I've been in love ever since. So here's my piece for it!

ok fine here's the full version but i don't like the composition and just the general look of kanan and hera so I took it out lol

however we need the full ghost fam so here it is :)

Barbie (written by Greta Gerwig, delivered by America Ferrera)

spent like an hour browsing my stwrs tag here, reminiscing when i could draw so much stuff and such funny things (´；ω；`) i miss it!! 

i drew these in procreate over christmas cause for non-specific reasons tros made my want to rewatch rebels

I felt like I need something cute and warm and I think you might need it too 💛

Ya girl is FINALLY updating this! Sort of. It's a two chapter story set in between seasons two and three, and it is. A little sad. I can't lie. But it's also FUN and has kyber crystals and Ezra force bonding with animals! Hope y'all like it, first lines under the cut (and DON'T forget the second chapter!)

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Having a lightsaber wasn’t what made you a Jedi. There were a lot of other things that did that, plenty of which Ezra understood and some of which he didn’t yet. A lightsaber was just a tool, not a part of his identity.

However, they were pretty kriffing handy to have, especially when one was being constantly shot at by Imps.

It hadn't mattered when he first got back from Malachor. Hera had grounded him for a month, banning him from missions so he had some time to recuperate. Secretly, Ezra was pretty sure she was just terrified of something happening to him, too.

Like what happened to Kanan—no. Don't think about that.

After the first month, he’d begged Hera to let him out in the field again, to let him do SOMETHING. He was tired of sitting around the base getting pitying looks and avoiding Kanan. It was time to do something. So, reluctantly, Hera had put him on a supply run with Sabine and Zeb.

hate how they are called light side users but they can't even produce glucose via photosynthesis. weak

I just think it would be cool if Zeb’s eyes did the cat thing

@lesbians4kanan and I were discussing how cal just gives his full government name to literally everyone in the galaxy

(commission info // tip jar!)

this is so true there's star wars for everyone

I think my favorite thing about the Star Wars fandom is that there are subsections within subsections in it.

Oh, you like the clone wars but not necessarily the jedi bits? Boy, do we have a subsection for you.

Wait a minute- you ONLY want the jedi bits? Take a look at this fiiiiiine subsection over here.

Fictional politics really get you going? Lemme introduce you to another subsection.

You wanna revel in the romance of it all? BOOM! Subsection!

So you’re more of a reader, huh? ANOTHER SUBSECTION CRASHES THROUGH THE WALL!

I just think it’s so unique and so fun that you will meet so many different Star Wars fans who aren’t necessarily within your subsection(s), but you share a love for the same umbrella of media! I haven’t ever seen a similar fandom in all my years of fandom-ing. It truly is SO special.

depa telling caleb “go. i’ll be right behind you” and he knows she’s lying, but what can he do? he’s 14 and scared, and this is his master and he trusts her. so he runs anyway, even though he knows she won’t be behind him.

stellan telling elzar “we’ll be right behind you” and elzar goes. willingly, easily. because stellan is stellan again. stellan is his guiding star, and he’s never steered elzar wrong. so why would he lie? he couldn’t have known that stellan went down there with the conviction to save elzar, to save the people of eiram, even at the cost of his own life.

elzar goes because he believes stellan will be right behind him.

We have our official winner for The Legend of Korra: Choose your favorite character, and it is the one and only Lin Beifong!!!

Thanks to everyone who voted and shared the polls!!

Skybridger cuddles…?

Oughhhhh I miss them

New fic is up! Short fluffy hurt/comfort, because Kanan deserves getting some comfort too!

On Ao3 at A Touch of Home

Star Wars: Rebels, Kanan/Hera

Rated G, 2k words.

Summary: When Kanan tries to shrug off a crate to the head, Hera realizes her stubborn crew member needs a little extra care and tenderness.

“Stop struggling and let me touch you!”

Not words Hera would have pictured herself saying to Kanan before today, but the ridiculous man had the instincts of a feral tooka cat when injured.

“You don't have to worry about me, I’m fine,” her clearly wrong crewmate insisted. “It’s just a couple scratches. I’ll jump in the shower and kriff!” Kanan shouted with a jump as his hand grazed the apparently tender wound in an attempt to straighten his hair.

At Hera’s sternly raised eye towards the dark red mess now on his fingertips, he finally deflated and dropped onto the faded acceleration couch with a defeated sigh.

The crate he’d been lifting had been a practically ancient storage container, the structural integrity finally giving way to gravity as the brittle plasteel shattered over Kanan’s head and rained down to the floor.

“I know it stings going on, but I can use the numbing spray if you're worried?” Hera offered as she sanitized her hands and began pulling supplies out from the med kit.

“Nah, I’m fine. Nothing I haven't dealt with before.”

She scooted closer beside him and reached out to angle his head towards the light for a better view. Combing back some of the hairs that had come loose from his usual nerftail, her eyes were drawn to a dark shadow deeper into his hairline. It wasn't a piece of plasteel, but a jagged, raised scar. “I can see that,” she said, running a quick finger over the line to check that no shards had found their way into the still faintly puckered line of skin. “I might not be a medic, but I promise I’m better than whoever treated this one.”

A wry chuckle from Kanan made his head wriggle in her hands. “Yeah, whiskey and dura-tape aren't the best choices for medical supplies. But you work with what you've got.”

At her look of concern he added, “Street kids don't get bacta patches. I learned to improvise.” The casual shrug that accompanied the words was too overdone to be natural, a move clearly crafted to soothe away her worries over him. “It's fine. I'm just more used to patching myself up when something like this happens.”

A bleak picture formed in her mind as she worked to remove the scattered slivers - the sweet young boy she'd sometimes catch glimpses of in Kanan’s eyes in quiet moments, suddenly abandoned and forced to survive entirely alone. He always jumped to do whatever job she needed, quick to volunteer for washing dishes or scrambling under the engine for repairs. She’d assumed he just liked to stay busy, but the tension in his shoulders and words at her insistence to help him for once were hinting towards something different.

“There,” she said, carefully laying the small bacta patch over the now-cleaned wound. “That should stop the bleeding, and the worst of the shards are out.”

Kanan quickly sat up. “Thanks. I’ll go start cleaning up the mess in the cargo bay.”

“No you will not,” Hera ordered, grabbing his sleeve and tugging him back down. “I said the worst of it. Those little pieces are sharp and get everywhere, I still need to check nothing else is buried in that fur of yours.”

That got her a small smile at least.

“On humans it's called hair.”

Hera shook her head. “I’ve seen you shirtless, it's definitely fur. Long fur and short fur maybe, but fur.”

“You shouldn't have to worry about me,” he tried next, not pulling further away but not settling back into the couch either. “I can take care of myself, I swear.”

“Just because you can doesn't mean you have to. We look out for each other now.” She released his sleeve but let her hand slip down to catch his, trying to give back a measure of the support and care he was always so eager to give to her. “And I’m the one who took on questionable cargo. If there had been something sharper or dangerous inside-”

Kanan interrupted her worried rant with a soft, “Hey.” The solid hand she held gave her a reassuring squeeze. “Being here with you is the longest I’ve gone without getting into a bar brawl in years. I was overdue for a mild stabbing or black eye, keeps me on my toes.”

Of course he would try to turn this around to make her smile when he was the one who was injured.

But not today. It was Kanan’s turn to be taken care of for once. He wasn't alone anymore, she just needed to make him see it.

“I need to check the rest of your hairy-fur for more pieces so you don't bleed on my ship,” she said firmly, guiding him to lean back against her as she knelt beside him on the couch. The look he gave over his broad shoulder was still somewhat wary, but he followed her lead.

Hera slowly worked her fingers through the soft strands, peering close for any remaining slivers of plasteel while also trying to mimic the soothing touches Kanan had given her when she was sick. Lifting the long hairs as she worked, she realized they had something of a mind of their own, not unlike lekku. “It only wants to go straight back? Why doesn't it stay where I put it?” she asked, watching the chunks of hair move and twist as she attempted to part and section.

“It's what it's used to,” he explained. “If you always have it one way, that's how it’s going to try to stay.”

“Maybe it's good to try something different once in a while,” Hera said gently. She wondered if he understood her meaning as her fingers cautiously combed through the surprisingly long lengths, soft as synthsilk as they drifted over her skin and smelling faintly of her fruit-scented soap she'd offered to share. “It looks nice down.”

“Thanks.” The word was quiet, but the slight softening of the tension where his hand lay over his knee made Hera smile.

Mostly certain her patient was now cleared of potential danger, she began to slowly draw her fingernails over his scalp in a gentle massage. What had seemed a solid color of rich brown when tied back now reflected the light with a beautiful mix of honey golds and deep reds as she stroked his head. The visuals were so distracting she nearly missed the warning signs of a serious medical complication.

“Kanan, do you have any allergies? Like, to bacta or something?” she asked, trying not to sound panicked. The med kit had basic antihistamines, but the sudden flush of hives down both of his forearms was rapidly becoming terrifying.

“No, why?”

At her horrified pointing to his bumpy skin, Kanan merely waved her off with, “It's just goosebumps,” as if that was a helpful explanation.

“Where did you catch a disease from a goose?”

The laugh he gave was warm and far more relaxed than Hera considered appropriate for the situation. “Not a disease,” he explained. “It's a thing human skin does to our hair, see?” He took her hand and ran her finger slowly over his skin, letting her feel the little tiny hairs sticking up on the bumps. “Perfectly normal. Happens when we get cold and stuff.

Hera bent down to examine more closely. “Should I get you a blanket or turn up the heat? Do humans need a warmer temperature when injured?”

Kanan flushed slightly and looked down. “No, it, uh,” he stammered. “What you were doing, it just felt nice.”

“Oh.”

It seemed her plan was working better than she'd thought.

Not that Hera was finished yet.

“Sit tight a moment,” she said, giving his shoulder a quick squeeze as she got up from the couch. “I need to grab something.”

The confusion on his face when she returned a few minutes later was absolutely worth the effort. “You can cook?” he asked, looking mystified but touched at the two steaming mugs of soup gripped in her hand as she placed them on the table.

“My secret recipe; spicy instant noodles with an egg dropped in,” she declared, pulling two spoons from her pocket and putting them in each mug with a flourish. “More expensive than ration packs, definitely less healthy, but perfect for when you're sick.”

“I had a crate land on my head,” he said, his lips curling up in a soft smile that made her chest tighten. “That's not sick.”

Hera bent forward to gently place the cold-pack she had grabbed from the food-saver on the dark bruise slowly growing at the corner of his hairline. “Close enough.”

“Thanks, for all of this,” Kanan murmured in his rich, warm voice just as Chopper rolled in to join them.

The mammal is still alive? her droid beeped, sending his optical sensors examining Kanan’s proximity to her with clear displeasure. This unit can rectify that!

“C1-10P,” she reprimanded, “we do not speak like that to family.”

Since when does the monkey count as family? Chopper warbled with dismay.

“Since I said so,” Hera said firmly. “This is Kanan’s home too. Be nice.”

The sounds her astromech made as he spun away were about as far from nice as mechanically possible, but they didn't seem to upset Kanan.

“Family?” he asked, the word a whisper as he stared at her with hope and wonder in his gentle eyes.

“Yes,” she said with a firm nod. Whatever happened to them, wherever her mission against the Empire led, she could at least make sure Kanan learned he deserved to be cared for too. “Family.”

While the Ghost would always be home, Hera did miss the automated dishwasher from their house on Lothal. Especially when her usual ship’s ‘dishwasher’ was out of commission.

Kanan lay curled up on one half of the acceleration couch with Jacen on the other, both wrapped in blankets and passed out again. Twi’leks were fortunately immune to Corellian flu, but it seemed human-Twi’lek hybrids were not, with both father and son running the usual gamut of aches, mild fevers, and exhaustion.

Despite all of that, somehow Kanan still was alert enough to hear the clinking of their mugs from supper being placed in the drying rack.

“I’ll get dishes,” he mumbled groggily, one hand stretched out to try to find the table as a guide.

“You will stay right where you are, mister,” Hera said in the tone that, even while feverish, her husband should recognize meant no arguing. “General’s orders.”

Making her way back from the kitchen, she was pleased to note that he still had sense enough to listen. Two furry heads, one rich browns with faint streaks of silver that caught the light and one bright green, lay quietly on the faded orange cushions.

When Hera slipped back into her seat between them, both quickly snuggled up against her, Jacen’s head pressed into her leg while Kanan instinctively shifted up into his favorite spot in her lap. Her hands fell into comfortable old patterns, tenderly running through her boys’ soft hair with quiet, soothing pets. Jacen merely made a soft, sleepy hmmm sound at the touches and curled deeper into his blanket, while his father’s head turned back and forth and pressed into her hand like Sabine’s Loth-cath when it demanded scritches, all while making a low, contented groan.

What a difference fifteen years together could make.

“Wake me up if you need anything,” Kanan said, words slightly muffled against her thigh.

Well, perhaps not entirely different.

“You're the sick one, love, Try the other way around,” she said with a gentle laugh.

His hands abandoned the blanket, one stretching over her lap to lay on Jacen’s shoulder while the other wrapped possessively around her knee. “I have everything I could ever need, right here.”

Hera resumed the slow tracing of her fingernails over his scalp in the way that always made him relax for her. “I know, love. Me too.”

I mean seriously what were these arms for

I can't believe we ALMOST got a Rayllum bridal style carry in The Frozen Ship only for it to be ruined by Callum's poor core strength

Please reblog for sample size

Pro- and anti-Jedi people please be civil

big sad jedi

Do you think the Sith Holocron told Ezra to cut his hair or was that bad idea all his own

Ghost in the Ghost

Jacen: Goodnight Chop-chop.

Jacen: Goodnight room.

Jacen: Goodnight ghost that only I can see.

---

Jacen: I think my guardian angel drinks.

Kanan: You have no idea kid.

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Jacen: I am perfectly fine!

Chopper: Jay, this morning you thought a ghost made your toast

Jacen: I DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN! YOU DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN!!!

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Jacen: Dad, dad, dad.

Jacen: I've heard that this is how you summon him.

Kanan: That's Beetlejuice!

Jacen: Why did it work, then?

---

Jacen: Mom, I think dad wants to say something to me.

Hera: My baby, what's it?

Jacen: He is worried for your wellbeing, says you look a bit GREEN.

Hera: ...

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Hera to Jacen: I'm feeling really relaxed, except for the fact that everything you're doing right now is stressing me out.

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Hera: That’s why we needed to get an expert.

Luke: Oh really? Who did you get?

Hera, staring: …

Luke: Oh! Right, that’s me... yes.

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Luke: Don't worry General, I'm a jedi, I can deal with force-stuff.

*Everything moving in the kitchen on their own*

Luke: Yeah, I'm not jedi enough for this.

Jacen: And this is one of the good days.

Luke: What's like on the bad days?

Jacen: We have to eat takeout.

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Kanan: Schrödinger's cat is overrated. If you wanna see something that's both dead and alive, you can talk to me any time of the day.

Kanera folks - I made an open discord server for anyone who reads/writes Kanan/Hera! (Feel free to share this around too!)

There are a bunch of cool people I've met here and through comments on Ao3 that would be great to connect with! Especially readers - a few of us writers keep being stuck on what to create next and would love to know if people would be open for gift fics/art but feel weird asking!

New folks to the tag are especially welcome! We also have a space for help brainstorming/other writing questions if people are thinking about getting into writing/trying something new.

If you have a question about it/how to join Discord send me a message or comment here!

You know which episode this is set after, guys. D'you think Zeb ever kind of regretted coming back? Like, not seriously regretted, just wondered how much less annoyed he'd be on Lira San?

Also, space socks look exactly like earth socks?!? Yes. And Zeb is wearing a space Tshirt that looks exactly like an earth Tshirt. Stop questioning me.

do you love me?