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Me: entering psychology class thinking it'll be fun.
1 hour later...
Also me: shiiiiit I'm so gonna regret this 😭
Coruscant University University Housing "So you're telling me... the only dorm room available is with a male roommate?" Padme stared at Mrs. Dodds across the desk, her voice caught somewhere between disbelief and quiet panic. Mrs. Dodds, bless her, truly, was already clicking through the housing database with the kind of determined energy that said I will fix this even if it kills me. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. Spring transfer housing is completely maxed out. We had an unexpected wave of mid-year transfers, and every female-occupied room is at capacity." Mrs. Dodds adjusted her glasses, squinting at the screen. "The only available bed is in a male-occupied suite in Building 4." "Male-occupied." "Yes." "As in... a guy." "I'm afraid so." Padme pressed her lips together. She'd transferred across the state, uprooted her entire life, left behind her girlfriend and her friends and the only campus she'd ever known… for THIS. To sleep in some random dude's room because Coruscant didn't believe in adequate housing planning. "Mrs. Dodds, I—" "Now, I'm not going to let that happen," Mrs. Dodds cut in, already reaching for her office phone. "I'm going to call the housing director right now and see if we can work something out. There has to be something we can do. A temporary placement, a converted study lounge, a—" "Who's the roommate?" Mrs. Dodds hesitated. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard. "His name is Skywalker. Anakin Skywalker." Padme's eyebrows furrowed. "Okay..." "He's a bit... peculiar." She said, wiggling her fingers as she said the word ‘peculiar’.
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Complete oneshot It Doesn't Get Ani Queerer Than This
Chapter 20: In His Garden
Varykino Gardens, Lake Country "I think my Mama put on a very convincing act. I'm sure she must feel mortified that the first impression you had of her is her in a flour-covered apron and messy bun." Padme giggled, their pace slow and chill as they walked their way on the cobblestoned paths of the garden. Anakin chuckled a throaty, low laugh that was music to her heart. "It was very spontaneous. She was informed we would be coming over after the picnic, so I can imagine her surprised reaction." Padme slapped his arm lightly. "Right? She wasn't prepared at all! She got lucky the scones in the oven were done when we arrived." Anakin lowered his eyes at her, looking at her sideways. "Although… I was highly certain that those scones were meant for them alone. Your father wasn't being very subtle when I took a bite of it." That made Padme laugh out loud. Remembering back on the way her father had eyed the scone in Anakin's hand as he took a hearty bite made Padme's stomach in stitches trying to hold her laughter back at the cottage. Her father had tried to be polite about it. Ruwee Naberrie had smiled, nodded, and said something warm about guests being welcome to anything in their home, but his eyes had conveyed an entirely different narration. They had followed the scone from the plate to Anakin's fingers, to Anakin's mouth with the solemn grief of a man watching his favorite chair being carried away by strangers. "He did look devastated," Padme admitted, pressing her fingers against her lips as another laugh escaped her. "Like you had personally wounded him." "I did," Anakin said gravely. "I ate his scone." Padme laughed harder. "That was the worst you could’ve done to him." Not by a long shot, angel…
On AO3: Chapter 1 | Chapter 20
I'm still new to the art of writing (it's been a year and five months but who's keeping track ) but is it normal after having written a long ass chapter and when you proofread it over and over, it just doesn't have the same vibe as the previous ones? If anything, it's lacklustre and BORING. And being a paranoid over thinker, here I am feeling like my world is ending . What if I don't get my flow back? What then???
Is having too many scenes in your head for a chapter a headache or a jackpot? Maybe I'm not the creative one who can write them together into at least 12k words (any more than that might make my readers find it a chore to read 😭😭😭)
Saw this on a fb book group i was in and i cant stop cackling - bro say what's everyone thinking 💀💀
Chapter 18: Dear Angel of Mine...
Tatooine Canton, 24 Years Ago… Anakin kept pacing and pacing the same spot, and every turn was punctuated by a frantic dash to the window, his hopes pinned on the sound of a scooter engine—the specific, sputtering one belonging to the mailman. He was waiting for the letter. The letter. The one that would decide whether all the pain, drills, sweat and sheer ambition had been worth it. He and Obi-Wan had completed the grueling admittance training for the Coruscant Police Academy, and this single sheet of paper held the verdict. Meanwhile, Shmi was a portrait of serenity. She sat at her sewing machine, the needle bobbing in a steady, comforting rhythm. Work and motherhood had long since blurred together for the local seamstress, who still took on mending even on her off days from the boutique. She watched her son's frantic display with a look of affectionate exasperation. Anakin is completely unhinged with nerves. He checks the window. Checks the door. Paces. Mutters. Maybe asks Shmi if the mailman could have been abducted by the Hutts cartel and then get eaten alive by their pet Sarlacc or personally delayed by a cruel twist of fate. "You worry too much, Ani," Shmi said, not looking up from her work. "Sit down and wait. Be patient. I'm sure the letter is on its way." He did not sit down. He couldn't. His future was literally at stake. "You don't understand how important this is, Mom," he insisted, his voice tight with anxiety. He walked over to her, planting his palms on the wooden side table of the vintage sewing machine, his eyes boring into hers. "This is a life-changing opportunity for us. For you. I have it all planned out. I'll become Coruscant's baddest officer, get that freaking promotion, and finally save enough money to get you out of this dusty hellhole. We're going to live a better life."
Read it here: Chapter 1 | Chapter 18
Okay, don't get me wrong..I 💕 comments and AO3 is a 'free for all' platform but it sure won't hurt to have the decency of commenting with grace (sounds kinda stupid, ik). As a writer, I can speak for all writers that we developed immense love for our characters and we pour our hearts into writing them, and in my case, my alter-au Padme Naberrie. And sadly, I can tell when readers don't really read the story, hence, won't be able to understand Padme's motivation, internal conflicts, character arc, her agency...all of which is the driving force for her plotline. And a comment like that forced me to have an in-depth explanation about my story instead of an in-depth analysation like a book club session (which I prefer).
Am I an entitled noob for feeling this way? Probably. But dissing my Padme like that? Sorry I won't stand for it.
Title: "An Indefinite Amount of Forever"
Summary:
"While enjoying a sunlit afternoon in the lake country meadow, Padmé lets slip that her romantic past includes a handful of dates across the years she and Anakin were apart.
Naturally, this does not go down well with her possessively adoring husband.
Or: Padmé enjoys driving Anakin mad. Meanwhile Anakin Skywalker remains deeply dramatic and somewhere between the teasing, jealousy, and laughter, Padmé remembers the joy of being deeply, thoroughly seen and known by the person she loves most in the galaxy."
Chapters: 1/1
Read it on: Ao3
Chapter 23: All in Flavor of Love
Vader Skywalker There. I've said it. The words that were impossible, unfathomable. From this mouth that only knows how to pour forth vicious desire—like a mythic dragon breathing fire into skin, setting aflame wanton minds, turning beautiful bodies slick and wet with my tongue. Men move at my command, executing orders without failure... for failure means imminent punishment. The Skywalker empire stands tall with every raise of my voice... as does Grandfather's. That's all I should be good for. I don't speak words of love. I don't feel it. I’m not allowed to. But now... Here I stand, before this hauntingly stunning creature of my making, in a dress that clings to her curves, her body a silent invitation to ruination. This teal satin, this bare skin... it's all a calculated assault on my self-control. She's unshackled every resolve, shattered every principle I've ever held. I'm a twenty-two-year-old heir who's never had to want for anything, yet I'm utterly ruined by the one thing I can't fully possess. She's the one vulnerability in my carefully constructed empire, the beautiful chaos that's about to bring a proud man to his knees. And with those three words… "I love you"… I've just handed her the power to destroy me completely.
Read it here: Chapter 23 on ao3
YES, SIR!! Most important history lesson in Star Wars Canon!!! Thanks for letting them know of Anidala's freaky business at Varykino, however embarrassing that is 😶🌫️
Disclaimer: vid not mine, I just share whatever TikTok vids appeared on my FYP for Anidala lovers!!
Thank you @darkcrowprincess and everyone who got me to 250 reblogs!
YES, SIR!! Most important history lesson in Star Wars Canon!!! Thanks for letting them know of Anidala's freaky business on Varykino, however embarrassing that is 😶🌫️
Disclaimer: vid not mine, I just share whatever TikTok vids appeared on my FYP for Anidala lovers!!
💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥!!!! This is a plain and simple fact, which is why I was inspired to write my Vaderdala fanfic Padmé, His Final Sin with 42 year old suitless Darth Vader 🫦
40s Hayden is his prime, and the song in the video is cherry on top because that's the theme song of the fic (thanks @casieyfran )
Disclaimer: Nothing. Vids not mine.
"The First Kiss" (Film Version) | Attack of the Clones Complete Score
Twas this bore the famous line about sand...and the tingling first kiss 💋!! Aaaahhh!! Why this was unreleased is beyond me so I'll share it here for all Anidala fans!!!
Chapter 17: The Fallen
Coruscant Police Academy, 23 Years Ago… “Tell me again, Anakin… why are we the willing idiots who came back to this hell? Did all those grueling trainings get wiped from our memories the second we stepped off the training ground?” nineteen-year-old Obi-Wan asked, his nose scrunching like his face remembered pain before his brain could process. He could still feel the phantom sting from last year’s punch, the one that had cracked across his nose bridge when he dueled a fellow trainee, Bruck Chun, in hand-to-hand combat. Anakin didn’t even look remotely traumatized. In fact, he looked annoyingly fresh for a man who had sweated, bled and gotten thrown onto mats for sport in the name of “discipline.” His white uniform shirt was crisp, sleeves rolled and his grin had the audacity to look like sunshine. “That’s the charm of it,” Anakin said, voice bright with the kind of confidence that should’ve been illegal on academy grounds. “We survived the first round, got our acceptance, and then our brains decided to protect us from the trauma. It’s called self-care, Obi-Wan.” Obi-Wan shot him a look. “Self-care. Right. Is that what you call smiling while walking into a building designed to break you into smaller pieces?” Anakin tilted his head, curls already escaping regulation like they had a personal vendetta against authority. “No. I call that ambition.” “There’s also delusion,” Obi-Wan muttered, hiking the strap of his duffel higher on his shoulder. The morning air in Coruscant was cool but the academy courtyard still felt like it radiated heat from yesterday’s sun. Recruits poured in through the main gates in neat clusters, trying to look calm, like they hadn’t made the worst decision of their lives. Anakin leaned in like he was sharing top secret. “Listen. We could be anywhere right now. We could be working some boring jobs in some boring district, drinking boring caf, living boring lives.” Obi-Wan deadpanned, “I didn’t realize you were allergic to stability.” “I’m allergic to wasting potential.” Anakin straightened, eyes sweeping the academy like it belonged to him already. “Also, I want the badge.”
Continue here: CHAPTER 17
Ah, all hail to young love 😘. I was a kid not fully understanding and could enjoy the little nuances of kicking-your-feet moments of Hayden and Natalie back then. Nothing would make me wish more than to experience the prequels as an adult!! But oh wellz!
Disclaimer: again, vid not mine. Just TikTok vids appearing on my FYP 🤷🏻♀️
