So this is how liberty dies.

priv. ind. sel. padmé amidala from star wars. est. 17/01/2020

[fantaxi]

Send me 🗣️ for incorrect quotes of your muse and mine

[downapath-blog]

bold all that apply to your muse.

JOHN KEATS

the lavender in sunsets / flowers in the rain / sunlight slipping through clouds / lazy summer afternoons / the heavy scent of musk / flickering candlelight reflecting off the gold titles of books / fireflies on a cool summer night / being wrapped in fresh bed sheets / the ache of wanting what you can never have / dripping sunlight like gold / loving someone so exquisite / soft lips and soft whispers / fingers through hair / names of lovers carved in trees / broken glass / the insistence of being perpetually dreamy.

F. SCOTT FITZGERALD

crisp winter skies with cold bright stars / mahogany wood / the solitude of an early autumn morning wrapped in fog / empty bottles on stacks and stacks of books haphazardly placed in a messy room / bruised arms reaching out into the darkness / cigarette smoke just barely hiding the scent of alcohol / a wall of books all poetry and old and weathered / a bad thunderstorm occurring at the end of a beautiful day / the way tragedy strikes in your heart but ends up stopping your breathing for a moment / your favorite sweater / parties spilling into four a.m. with the stars above spinning and dancing / the contrast of blood against snow / a purple split lip oozing blood / black eyes fading to blue to pale skin / the butterflies of falling in love for the first time / the statues falling apart over time in cemeteries / the romanticization of self-destruction.

FRANZ KAFKA

the weight of dread that sits heavily in your stomach when thinking about the future / decrepit houses cloaked in mystery from children telling stories of people who died there / the way not even light can escape a black hole / the rich smell of old books / delicate veins in the wrist / ghosts filling lungs / shattered bones / raindrops on the tongue / rusting metal / nostalgia that aches / the way hope feels like a plastic bag over your head.

H.P. LOVECRAFT

the anxiety felt when staring into an unknown cave / pouring rain and mud / a child’s fear of the dark / thinking so many questions about your existence as you stare at the vast expanse of never-ending ocean / the silence of three a.m. / ouija boards and urban legends.

JACK KEROUAC

the brisk pine air of being on a mountain / travels without a destination / those nights where you’re missing three hours of memory / screaming to a lifeless desert about how you’re so alive / coffee shops late at night / car rides at night spent speeding and laughing in the dark / naps spent in the sun / novels highlighted and underlined with notes and epiphanies in the margins / the way uncertainty sits on the shoulders / ignoring flaws and loving life / wind through hair / depression as fog in the brain / impossible ideals / a quiet sunrise / walks alone / when you think about trying to discover all the secrets to the universe / dazzling people / open lands stretching out into infinity / falling in love with being alive.

EDGAR ALLAN POE

the ocean’s horizon inseparable from fog / hollow bones / a preserved heart held in hands / twinkling stars above an old graveyard / the way everything turns to dust / silent black birds with eyes full of wisdom / self-inflicted flames / perfection depicted as a rotting corpse / death as bricks in the heart / lips barely brushing against each other / glassy glazed eyes / biting into a lemon / heart-shaped bruises / rotting flowers on a grave / dried blood and spilled liquor / the hush of dusk when it begins raining / the intimacy of a secret.

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[downapath-blog]

callfrcmthelight‌:

For a moment he stares at the charm and he nearly reaches out to touch it but his fingers stop just shy. It is a handsome thing and nice things are not always made to be touched; he knows that well.

“There’s no such thing as good luck, Uncle Luke says so.”

But he doesn’t stop his grandmother from clasping the necklace and when it falls down his chest between his shoulderblades, careful fingers finally take hold of the pendant and lift it a little in the light to inspect it. It gives him something to focus on even as the blood rushes to his cheeks as his throat and eyes burn.

Manners are important and so he turns to face his grandmother he tips his head and says his thanks before giving her a hug. “I’m different than everyone else, even Uncle Luke.” Ben finally mumbles when he manages to find his voice.

“Uncle Luke is awfully pessimistic.” She murmurs, brushing a hand through his hair. Ben’s words make Padmé pause and she takes a moment to respond.  “You’re like your grandfather, in more ways than you think you are. He was different from everyone else too. Differences aren’t always a bad thing, alright?” She circles around him, placing hands on his shoulders after she hugs the boy tightly to her. “You’re special and you will do good things. I know you will.”

[forcemother-deactivated20200405]

@downapath​ asked :   “That looks broken.”

❝     it’ll be fine,  padme.   you don’t have to worry.   it’ll heal on its own.   ❞

[downapath-blog]

“Please...let me help you. I can call someone--Anakin, maybe.”

[padawanlost]

[downapath-blog]

callfrcmthelight said: [ jewelry ] your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings . (young ben)

"This was my father’s.” She murmurs as she shows the young boy a necklace; it was a simple pendant, a symbol that was common on Naboo encrusted with several small blue jewels. "Supposedly it brings the wearer good luck." She hums while moving behind him. "I know you feel as if you don’t belong sometimes, Ben, but I want you to know that you are loved and you are special.” As she clasps the necklace around his neck she bends down to press a light kiss to his temple. 

[downapath-blog]

lady kenobi:

gv. downton starter / open to all!

           “ ————- why on EARTH are you awake at this hour? “ while she’s tugging her robe closer around her body, she might as well speak for herself.

 ❝ I couldn’t sleep. ❞ Its a short reply, clipped and full with anxiety as she stares out of a window, her own robe wrapped tightly around her. ❝ I want to know if he’s alright out there. ❞

[devotedecay]

❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

feel free to edit or elaborate as you please .   ( add  ‘ reverse ‘  to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to   …

[ lit ]  your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . 

[ order ]  your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .

[ guide ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

[ pay ]  your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )

[ open ]  your muse opening a door for mine .

[ dry ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc . 

[ instruct ]  your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do . 

[ groom ]  your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . 

[ direct ]  your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

[ disagree ]  your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .

[ rest ]  your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .

[ clean ]  your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc .   feel free to specify what and how . 

[ answer ]  your muse answering a question meant for mine . 

[ coat ]   your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .

[ pilot ]  your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them . 

[ stare ]  your muse staring mine down . 

[ placement ]  your muse telling mine to sit down .

[ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .  

[ patience ]  your muse telling mine to be patient .

[ tears ]  your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings . 

[ enough ]  your muse commanding mine to stop talking . 

[ retrieve ]  your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .

[ invite ]  your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .

[ lean ]  your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together . 

[ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

[ scold ]  your muse scolding mine for something .

[ comfort ]  your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

[ approval ]  your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .

[ beckon ]  your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking . 

[ laces ]  your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

[ stay ]  your muse telling mine to stay in the car . 

[ defend ]  your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them . 

[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

[ volume ]  your muse demanding mine speak louder .

[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine .

[ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them . 

[ possessive ]  your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other . 

[shierak-inavva]

𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥

[downapath-blog]

♦️ ♦️

>>[send ♦️ for a headcanon i have for our muses](https://downapath.tumblr.com/post/190549957531)♦️: when anakin wakes with nightmares, padmé will lay with him and sing to him; sometimes it will be random songs she’s heard lately, other times it will be melodies from her childhood ♦️: she doesn't argue with anakin much but there are a few things that will get her heated quickly; politics are very important to her and later her suspicions of the Emperor is one thing that is almost guaranteed to start an argument

[beyknowles]

Anakin + smile ｡◕‿◕｡

[rpsourcedmemes]

Send ♦️ for a headcanon I have for our muses

[downapath-blog]

❝ You’re breaking my heart. You’re going down a path I can’t follow.❞

[downapath-blog]

new tags dump. 

[mademoisellelapiquante]

Natalie Portman behind the scenes in Star Wars: Episode II - Attack of the Clones - 2002

[bewareyourheart]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 | & ❛ — 𝐕. / 𝙩𝙗𝙚. )

@downapath​

HE OUGHT TO HAVE KNOWN THAT THIS NIGHT, BLANKETED WITH ARTIFICIAL LIGHTING IN THE DISTANCE, WOULD BE NO DIFFERENT. Sweat still beaded over his skin, its droplets collecting in the ridges of his spine underneath a half - open shirt. It crept down his limbs and into the threads of his loose pants, flitted down the strands of his hair that curled in wild directions. Anakin spread long legs across their bed and creased a brow over tightly - shut eyes. The impenetrable white noise of his mind had begun again, instilling frenzied thoughts so deep in his mind that an ache bloomed behind his temples. The murmur of his frustrations bubbled against skin, mouth pressed to Padmé’s hip for how intently he buried his face against her soft body.

He hadn’t meant to wake her. He hadn’t meant to stir in the middle of the night, suffocated by the nostalgia of nightmares that he could not entirely remember but for their terror. He hadn’t meant to build a restless nest of their blankets, giving himself into the darkness of the night until dawn was fast approaching. Hands inevitably fled by their own temptations, one warm with blood beneath skin, one iced by strong durasteel. They sought his wife’s touch with no illumination to guide them, instead escorted by the familiarity that he knew Padmé by.

The swell of her belly, the curve of bone under skin, the flesh and muscle that made his wife strong—Anakin pulled her resolutely to himself, sinking down the mattress until his lips pressed to where he knew the lowest of her ribs to be.

ANAKIN COULD NOT SLEEP AND IT WOULD NOT BE THE LAST TIME. The flush of an angry red cradled his lower lash line, surrounding itself with lines that had not been there in his youth. Lines that had not been there when he first met Padmé, nor when confessed his love to her.

His hair is wet and drips across her abdomen. Though his eyes remain closed, he caters to his own selfishness by stealing warmth from her body that somehow, somehow instills a calm wave to his mind. A pang settles in his heart. There, it slides in between his ribcage and slices into his stagnant lungs.

He focuses on her labored breathing, the pattern of her inhales. “You’re awake—”

[downapath-blog]

she could feel him stirring before her eyes even slide open, the worry already overwhelming her mind; this was a regular occurrence, neither of them could really sleep through the long nights anymore. sometimes nightmares haunted her dreams too, but never as seriously as they did her husband’s mind; it scared her, the ever decreasing mental health of her lover. of course he seemed fine on the outside but she was not blind and could see how haunted he had become with every passing day. for a moment, padme sits in silence and pretends to still be asleep; it turns out to be worth it with the way he caresses her body and brushes his lips against her skin. however as all things must end, her ruse has to as well. she begins to stir slowly, the pattern of her breathing changing slowly. “i’ve been awake my love, your child has been playing games with several of my organs and has not stopped.” she murmurs softly, soft hands already guiding themselves to his damp hair. she falls silent again for one moment, simply taking in the heaviness of the night.

[thequeenofindie]

Natalie Portman as Padmé Amidala in Star Wars Episode II: Attack of The Clones