#tornsith

[genitrice-a]

anakin   and   padmé,   colorized.

[herejects]

truly, the force was with me n bree / @tornsith yesterday because we’re out here,,, finding each other again...

[lastrevenant]

@tornsith replied to your post : fair warning: i have raw icons and a url saved for...

OH WORM?

ahsoka vc: i’m comin’ for your ass anakin you punk ass BITCH

[roseguided-a]

      a long time ago, in a galaxy far far away there was ... 

                                        A MEME QUEEN 

                                                  &&

                                        HER MEME KING 

padme anidala && anakin skywalker as written && loved by Zandie and Bree

/  @tornsith  +  what’ve i done bree 

[onlihope-blog]

EVERY  DAY  I  WORRY  ALL  DAY  FATHER      !            /   @tornsith

[genitrice-a]

                           @tornsith​                                         @faithdisturbed

[halfblooms-a]

❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note :   [ it's a really terrible drawing of yoda ] .

@tornsith sent  !

      she’s been zoned out for the last fifteen minutes.  eyes stare blankly at the board as she feigns writing notes in order to look busy.  her attention shifts when she feels anakin’s arm under hers, as he slips a piece of folded paper onto her notebook.  she moves carefully to unfold the paper, and it truly takes everything in her not to howl with laughter at the picture presented to her.  she folds it, and slips it into a pocket on her vest, before she’s slowly ripping her currently opened paper out of her notebook.  she scribbles a last few details    --    a horrible mustache, a top hat, and a monocle    --    onto her own shitty drawing of yoda.  she folds it and feigns dropping her pencil onto the floor.  she turns and picks it up, as she slides the freshly folded picture onto anakin’s desk.    (  great minds draw the same images    --    or however that quote goes.  )

[hopeleader]

"Your mother... she was the bravest woman I've ever known. Just like you."

        maybe she's afraid this is a temporary win.      maybe she's afraid the ground is going to fall open under feet    ...    &   she'll wake up.     she'll wake up,    &    she won't have her father back.     but it seems like after all these years leia was getting something back.            she's not sure if she's ever seen her aunt brooke as relaxed since her father's return.     but now as leia stands with a drink in her hand, leaning against the railing.     it was her mother's birthday after all, an occasion to celebrate.    (   a fact she only got to know upon anakin's return to them.   )        a soft smile is given to her father.     for a moment, she ponders whether or not she should give in to the feeling that makes her want to lean her head on his shoulder.     but after years of being against the grain    ...    with one last brave look at luke     (    &   feeling his assurance palpably    )    she does do it.        "    thanks.    i don't always feel it.   "    she says honestly.   because it's true.   especially when the fight continues.