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[egobarri]

"saltwater tears" with maglor, if you're still open to requests? : ) I really love your art; it's beautiful!

[padawanlost]

Anakin Skywalker Playlist:

King by Lauren Aquilina | Recommended by @crechemaasters

[naberiie]

rabe 3!!!! bail organa 14!!!!

14. Dancing headcanon

Depending on who you ask, Bail Organa is either a fantastic dancer or the most embarrassing being this side of the Core. Breha’s cheeks would glow with a youthful blush as she recalled the dashing young man who asked her to dance far more often then was polite - not that she minded whiling away the evening spinning around the ballroom with him. He would whisper jokes in between songs, and make her laugh so hard she would hardly notice the impatience of other suitors. He left them all in the dust, and she was smitten. “Bail is graceful,” she would say, blushing all the more as she tries to pretend she’s not blushing. “It comes as natural as breathing to him.” (You’d then have to excuse her; she’s off to find her love amidst the crowd.)

Mon Mothma would partially agree. She’d give a low laugh and swirl her drink, thinking, before she’d answer, “Bail reserves his best for Breha - understandably, of course - but dancing with him is exhilarating. He knows how to have fun, he knows how to make his partner feel like the most graceful being in the galaxy.” She’ll give a little demonstration and laugh again.

Ask his daughter, however, and little Leia Organa would stare up at you, frowning in concern before deciding to set your facts straight. “He’s an okay dancer, I guess. When we dance, he lets me dance on his feet, so-” And then she’d darken in embarrassment as Bail sweeps by behind you, shaking and shimmying off-beat with the music until Leia groans and buries her face in her hands, and Bail’s bright laugh echoes around the palace ballroom.

He might be a good dancer, but above all else, he is an excellent father.

[autisticheadcanons]

Mace Windu from Star Wars is autistic!

-very focused on following “the rules” -has a few very close friends, both with an age different (yoda and obi-wan kenobi) -doesn’t appear to realise at first when anakin is upset with him -difficulty managing anger (hence vapaad) -squeezes hands together as stim in the novel of revenge of the Sith -hyperfocuses on destroying palpatine -walks in specific/uncommon way (usually one or both hands behind back) -blunt -acts dismissively/sternly as defence mechanism -rarely smiles

[rise-above-the-grave]

could i possibly have a very tiny ficlet of bail and breha being cute and watching holos and snuggling?

The fire crackled merrily in the hearth, the wind battered the windows with the force of a dozen screams, and Bail and Breha Organa, Queen and Viceroy of Alderaan, were snuggled together on the sofa in their sitting room, blankets draped over their legs.

“We should do this more often,” Bail said. His right arm was curled around Breha’s shoulders, and he pulled her more snugly against him. She lay propped up against his side, her head cushioned on his shoulder, and her left hand lay atop his thigh.

“Hmmm,” she hummed. It was a happy, contented sound, and she shifted just enough to bury herself more firmly into him. “I think you’re right,” she said after a long pause, in which the holoprojector blared a triumphant suite as the hero of the program rode onscreen. “Maybe I should introduce that to the Council,” she said. “Mandatory Snuggle Time With Spouse Or Significant Other: Every Tuesday at 5.”

“You wouldn’t find me complaining,” Bail said.

“I would hope not,” Breha replied lazily. “Or I’d have to question your intentions with me.”

“Only the purest, I can assure you,” Bail replied. He hesitated, then chuckled. “Well,” he amended, “maybe not the purest.” He leaned down and kissed Breha, gently at first then with more passion. She twisted, craning her head up and toward Bail, pressing herself more firmly against him.

“Should I be concerned?” she asked when the kiss broke, pulling away just enough to speak. Her words fell against Bail’s lips, and he smiled at them.

“It depends on what you find concerning,” Bail said, and kissed her again.

send me a fic or meta prompt

[evaceratops]

true friendship is your entire squad having icons of the same character

[deer-head-xiris]

what do you think of the New Comic Evidence that Handsome Squid Man swims nakey??

Sounds About Right to Me

[legobiwan]

dooku and 3; obi-wan and 2!

Dooku

Sleeping

See this reply.

Obi-wan

Cooking

It’s not that he couldn’t cook. Given time and motivation, Obi-wan could make a halfway decent meal of Coruscanti staples. Not too fancy and certainly nothing as exotic as Anakin would make. But there was always something else on his mind - a datapad to read, strategy to consider, exercises, mediation, a trip to the archives. Those were the important things, and sustenance - especially luxurious sustenance - took a backseat to practicality. He could eat a ration bar on his way to a meeting, could stop off at Dex’s when time was tight for a quick sandwich. Or, often he would just forget to eat altogether, sustaining himself with tea and caf. Given the number of times Qui-gon had flat-out forgotten to feed him as a Padawan, it was second nature to the Jedi. As besides, cooking didn’t feel practical for one person. If there were opportunity to share, to have a meal with others…well, that chance had faded with the war. In fact, the last he remembered cooking at all was on a stopover on Mandalore. There, at least, there was someone he could cook for, a reason to extend the effort. And what a reason it was, as well, he thought wistfully, the images of their simple dinner bringing warmth to his chest.