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[genitrice-a]

nvboos replied to your post:         me,   watching   the   dash   descend ...

we can add jar jar if we must

 jar   jar,   padmé’s   one   true   love   in   this   universe   and   the   next.   she   would   know   him   blind,   deaf   and   dead   or   however   that   quote   goes

[crxxiiispy-lxxasagnaiiisms]

i’m gonna munch.... I’M GONNA CRUNCH

crunch my crispy exterior baby

[lastrevenant]

@nvboos replied to your post: if han and leia named their ben first….. does that...

it was a Direct Challenge Family Ben Off

Unbenlievable 

[bellassan]

@nvboos | starter call

It does make sense if you look at it somewhat objectively. Ferus is skilled in combat, originally from Coruscant (as far as anyone knows, including himself), and not as conspicious as a clone or a Jedi. Someone had put the pieces together and now Ferus is looking for Senator Amidala to be her temporary bodyguard. 

It’s not something he’s very thrilled for, but since his platoon is on Coruscant anyway in order to get a briefing and restock and refuel before heading to a different location ... 

Just a day or two before they can sort out a proper security detail, he’d been told. Alright. 

By the looks of it, once he spots her, she doesn’t look elated about the situation either. That makes him think they’ll at least get along.

“Senator Amidala? Hi”, he says, coming up to her, offering his hand. “I’m Ferus Olin. I’m supposed to escort you.” 

[lastrevenant]

nvboos replied to your post: i keep reading the text on my promo images bc i’m...

every time i add links to promos i always wind up linking a totally different blog i feel… big same

anouk u have like a FLEET of blogs so like.... I FEEL U

[nexusbeingmoved]

nvboos replied to your post: how do you beat wanda?  i don’t fuckin know man if...

ask her really politely

please miss wanda...can i win this time....?

[messianick]

               LIKE A LIMB, the will too, can be deformed. Mangled by years of quiet abuse; the cut of the Council’s eyes, the reassuring dread-weight of the Chancellor’s hand on his back, Ahsoka’s braid between his fingers... No stop, bury it.

               He meets his own gaze in the ‘fresher mirror, tests the depth of his exhaustion with his reflection. Blood vessels stand out in purple smudges beneath his eyes, balanced on the gaunt slant of his cheeks. Anakin holds down the tip of a long scream, holds back his breath until there’s color in his cheeks && static in his head. 

               Threepio said Padmé would be back any second, along with the dinner he’d ordered when he first arrived. Like Obi-Wan, he’s seen her go hours without food when engrossed in her work. He’s lucky to have a wife who’s so passionate about her job, he thinks, exiting the fresher. Even if it sometimes only serves to draw them apart. Anakin’s amateurish political ideologies are founded in an institution of free labor, he’s not known a world without a master his entire life, while Padmé has only ever belonged to herself. 

              But that’s not completely true, is it? Before she was a senator she was a symbol of purity, a mannequin in white makeup for Naboo to project their hopes && dreams upon. He remembers her carrying that title like a mantle of divinity. 

               The door to the living room slides open, interrupting his thoughts. Anakin’s harrowed expression sinks into relief && longing; he wears his adoration so plainly it’s a wonder they haven’t been found out yet. 

     ❝ Padmé... ❞ He sighs her name, arms folding around her small frame so that he may bring her to his chest. 

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