#dathomirborn

[dathomirborn]

It is this you must learn to focus on if we are to succeed.

EST. 3/23/2015. not spoiler free. promo template by rebelsouled.

[eleutherial]

me: trying to order my coffee in piece

drive thru lady: you wanted...how many sugars?

me, sheepishly: ten?

the squad: bursts out laughing in my ear

[brightcenter-blog]

*. @dathomirborn

   HE’D BEEN  JUST WAKING UP.   sure,  it was around three in the afternoon and he had  NO  idea where in the country they were presently --  he’d just fallen asleep while  asajj drove,   a  WONDERFUL  shotgun  --   and so of course,  quinlan moved to look at the   TOO - OLD  coffee sitting in front of him with DISDAIN.  “we stopping at starbucks soon or anything?”   he glanced at her,  lips curling into a wide,  sleepy grin.  “ --  i mean,  uh.  good afternoon,   beautiful.  (pretend i said that first.)  why didn’t you wake me up  sooner?     npr can’t be good company,  can it?”

[withoutpeer]

❛ if you don’t ask their permission, they can’t say no. ❜

DEATHLESS.

he has a sudden violent flashback to all the time qui-gon has done and something almost just like that. and all the times he’s tried to caution anakin from doing the same. he groans. 

       ❝ force, you sound just like them. ❞

[eleutheriana-a]

“hey nicole,” said absolutely nobody ever, “what’s ur fave promotional photo for sw ?”

well fam i’m glad you did not ask bc the answer is this 

why, you ask ? because well, for one thing, padmé looks STUNNING. for another thing, anakin’s rockin the murder eyes, obi-wan is fuckin smizing in the background like he’s on the goddamned runaway, jango is over there singing rocket man to himself, yoda is staring at anakin like ‘i knew that lil bitch was gonna fuck it all up’ and, finally, the pièce de f u c k i n g résistance, dooku, in the background, emerging from the clouds like some sort of evil mufasa like asajj , ,, , ,,,, ,,,, remember who you are ,,,,, , ,, , ,, ,, , 

a fucking disappointment. 

so yeah that’s why this one’s my fave.

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QUINLAN TURNED ON HIS SIDE, propped up on one elbow with a hand pressed ‘gainst his temple, and surveyed the sleepy Ventress beside him, his brows raised. “Hey, Asajj.” He prodded her. “What d’ya say we take a break from the whole scrounge-to-get-by thing and actually go someplace NICE FOR once? C’mon. Listen to me. We deserve it.” 

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@dathomirborn

Asajj jolted awake only to fall back to the bed with a GRIMACEmoments later. She looked around quickly, left, right, her wide eyes finally fixing on the stranger beside her. There’s an attempt to yank her injured leg away, but the pain is too SEVERE to allow for much. “Where am I? Who are you?” Her voice is rough. Suddenly, a flash of realization lights her eyes and Asajj reaches for the familiar weight of her lightsabers… only to find them gone. “My belongings. Where are they?”

“Under the bedding, please, lay still.” Of course, Shmi knew what they were. Lightsabers were rare in this end of the galaxy but not unheard of. Cliegg was a good man and Owen was too, but she knew that people who carried lightsabers tended to not always comfort the common man. Her own husband seemed unsure of her abilities, it seemed only fair that Shmi let her new patient decided if she wished to show the others the truth. “Under the right upper corner. Your cloak is being washed, however, it was much too bloody.”

Moving to grab a canteen of water before handing it to her bald companion Shmi spoke again. “My name is Shmi Skywalker. What’s yours”?

[republicdied]

“ it doesn’t have to be this way--- you don’t need to do this.  ” 

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