#galactiichope

[stellacoronae]

mom can I have money for icecream pls

♡ @galactiichope ♡

son u need to ask ur father

♡ cA R A ♡

[varseke-blog]

CATCH ME DAD

lets him drop

why do we fall luke?

[stellacoronae]

♡ @galactiichope​ u mean human being listen to ur mother. i raised u better

[3/2/16, 11:03:51 AM] lukewarm: no sin here [3/2/16, 11:04:01 AM] ♡ padmom ♡: ur sinner mcsinnersin [3/2/16, 11:04:17 AM] lukewarm: it's  Mr sinner mcsinnersin to u [3/2/16, 11:04:25 AM] ♡ padmom ♡: EXCUS E ME SON [3/2/16, 11:04:32 AM] ♡ padmom ♡: RESPECT UR MOTHER [3/2/16, 11:04:40 AM] lukewarm: RESPECT MY ELDERS U MEAN [3/2/16, 11:04:47 AM] ♡ padmom ♡: no just ur mom [3/2/16, 11:04:56 AM] lukewarm: ur old mom face it [3/2/16, 11:05:12 AM] ♡ padmom ♡: just because im dead doesnt mean im old [3/2/16, 11:06:12 AM] lukewarm: I'll help u cross the road grandma [3/2/16, 11:06:28 AM] ♡ padmom ♡: luke [3/2/16, 11:06:30 AM] ♡ padmom ♡: stop it  ♡

[stellacoronae]

bri: cara no

cara: CARA YES

[varseke-blog]

hey dad!! come play ball with me!!

                                 ❝of course i will —-❞     the comment is as agreeable as his hand is, gently ruffling his son’s mop of sun-kissed hair. in his other hand, he holds a ball, stitches deep in its air-filled leather. he tosses it merely a few inches into the air & catches it again quickly, testing its buoyancy. it was suitable for the game. a mildly challenging smirk graces his lips.         ❝let’s see if you can keep up this time, hm?❞       the hoop which had laid so stationary at the boy’s feet rose up onto its edge with a beckoning of the force ( a fairly juvenile use of power, but anakin would move stars by hand to see happiness alight his child’s eyes ) & set to spinning as it rolled across the ground. the object was to see how many bounces could be achieved through the hoop before gravity inevitably ended its revolutions. it was a game he had played much as a child, one of the few he saw no harm in sharing with his son. much of luke’s childhood would be absolutely nothing like his own & he intended to keep that shadow of that far from ever touching luke’s bright, innocent face. he presses the ball into luke’s eager hands & gave his shoulder an encouraging squeeze, guiding him towards the goal.         ❝—- go on. i’ll keep count for you.❞

[stellacoronae]

padmom best mom & the sweetest of the sweethearts, I adore you sm and I'm convinced you're actually padmé mkay. You're amazing and ilu lots xo

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♡ cA RA I LOVE U SO MUCH OKAY YOU ARE MY FAVORITE LOVELY LITTLE SON AND YOU ARE SUCH A DOLLFACE OK. I LOVE YOU MORE THAN YOU KNOW AND YOU LITERALLY BROUGHT ME TO TEARS AND I JUS T ♡♡♡♡ ILYSM OK U DESERVE THE GALAXY ♡

[wassxlo-blog]

@galactiichope​

                One body seems recognizably more . . . agitated by some sort of inner need than the other, and the smuggler picks up on this if only slightly; he seems restless, like a child in need of a warm embrace. He sees it in the way Luke’s body seems so out of place & yearning for a home to belong to . . . a home it seems the Corellian may be expected to provide. . . So he shifts slightly ( uncomfortably? ) and finds his voice, channeling it in a softer, more genuine manner than usual.  Han Solo isn’t one to leave his partners . . . unsatisfied, yet the manner in which Luke seems to breathe, the way his baby blue eyes communicate a suppressed sort of desire if only for the moment & for whatever reason he may have, suggests that what he wants is something beyond the realm of physical carnality.

                  “You, uh -- -- y'need somethin’ from me, kid?”