I Had A Thought

#the "well first off Padme isn't you" it's so on point, honestly

When I see fans going like"Why is Padme attracted to Anakin when Obi-Wan is right there" I am like well first off Padme isn´t you.

Second, Obi-Wan is a good Jedi and friend for Padme, who, like her, is skilled at discourse and a little bit at manipulation but he is also a judgemental sarcastic little gremlin who calls people and children he has yet to meet but have managed to annoy him a little bit "pathetic lifeforms" and uses his mental powers to manipulate minds when he feels indisposed to deal with them and who believed romantic love was a weakness him and Anakin had to outgrown.

Anakin at 9, risked his life to give Padme the tools to go to Coruscant and try to save her planet despite the fact he was a slave and in need of help himself, then he went to war rightalongside her and singlehandely defeated the army that was trying to conquer her planet, then grew up, became very handsome and started telling her how he could not breathe if she didn´t love him, then agreed with her to stay away if that´s what SHE wanted and Padme used to deal with skilled politicians and manipulators 24/07 found his honestly resfreshing.

This isn´t truly so complicated people.

i like that while queen amidala's signature color is red, PADME'S is definitely blue. with her slave disguise, the first time we really get to see "padme naberrie", and from thereon how often it's used during her most vulnerable moments with her family and her husband

there's just something special to me about how it was what she was wearing when she first met anakin, showed him her home, became the color we most often see her wear in her apartment after marrying him, and the color she was buried in after her last words swore his innocence

Blackinnon Fest 2024 | Day 6

Word Count: 314

Prompt: Quaint

The man in the portrait casually leaned against the golden frame. He eyed Marlene suspiciously; his narrow, dark eyes followed the movement of her quill. He had raised his eyebrows and stretched his head to get a better view of her chart as if he could look straight through her. Like an exam invigilator, he hovered behind her, which sent cold shivers down her spine. 

Afraid to make a sound, she nudged Lily under the table and nodded towards the portrait. 

"Do you see that guy over there?" she whispered. 

"Who? Black? Yeah, he's been staring for a while," Lily shrugged. She had barely looked up from the paper to notice him. 

"Not Sirius," she replied loud enough for the professor to raise their head.

"Uhhhh," Lily looked intrigued, "already on first-name terms. Suddenly, he's 'Sirius'."

She mustered the four boys at the table conspicuously until Sirius and James caught her watching, and they had to suppress to burst out laughing in the classroom. 

The wizard in the portrait cleared his throat loudly and began walking up and down the painting. His shoes made a clicking sound with every step. That was when Lily finally noticed him. 

"You have another admirer," Lily giggled, "creepy portrait guy. Looks like Venus is totally in your favour this month." 

"Ms Evans and Ms McKinnon, five points from Gryffindor for chatting in class," the professor said without looking up from their newspaper, "I'm sure you are still missing the descending houses in your chart." 

"We were just talking about Venus in the 8th house, professor," Marlene replied seriously, which nearly sent Lily into a laughing fit, "we were wondering what impact Venus had on relationships." 

"Oh yes, interesting," the professor folded his paper, "Venus in the house of Transformation, Death, Possession and Intimacy. The time for passionate love, that new beginning after a breakup, the deep connection with each other." 

Lily raised her eyebrows and nodded in Sirius' direction. 

"But beware!" the professor continued, "it's also the time for the big mysteries in life, the time for lurking strangers in the dark and healing from hardship. Very well, Ms McKinnon 10 points to Gryffindor."  

"Very well, Ms McKinnon," Lily repeated mockingly, "thank you for sharing your love life with us." 

Marlene rolled her eyes and threw a piece of parchment at her, "Èist do bheul!"

"Oh, be quiet yourself. Now that you know you're in for passionate love, why not ask him out?"

"Only if you finally go out with that Potter guy," Marlene made a couple of kissing sounds. 

"Urgh, I'd rather go on a date with that creepy portrait guy; that mysterious stranger lurking in the dark." 

"Quiet! Or I'll take another 5 points off Gryffindor!" the professor warned them, and they spent the rest of the lesson quietly completing their astrology charts. 

When the lesson was finished and the girls packed their stuff, James, Sirius, Remus and Peter approached their table. 

Lily dove out of the way and left the room as quickly as possible, leaving Marlene alone with the boys. Sirius grinned obnoxiously with that air of haughtiness as he leaned against her table and blocked the way to the door. 

"I was wondering if you still need help with Venus in your 8th house", he smirked. 

Marlene shouldered her bag, crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows. The other boys were already in stitches with laughter. 

"As it happens, Scorpio is the ruler of the 8th house, and I should know all about that." 

Marlene burst out laughing, "That's the quaintest pickup line I've ever heard!" 

Sirius raised his eyebrows, too, tilted his head and said, "But did it work?"

#let’s take a second to appreciate the way hermione looked at ron when he got sorted into gryffindor #she thought he was the best thing to walk the earth even back then 

reblog if you believe fanfics are as valid as books that were published and sold by authors who write as their main careers. I'm trying to prove a point

“you should be at the club!” i should be in the bed. goodnight

the anti-aging industry is disgusting. we will inevitably age, you don’t have to inject your face with botox and drink from specialized straws when you can just face reality.

aging is beautiful. God created us this way, and we should allow ourselves to feel life to its full extent instead of fearing our beauty being lessened.

when your worth is placed on character instead of outer-appearance, you will glow with happiness, and that’s what truly makes someone gorgeous forever.

He said fiercely, though the effort of standing upright was draining him of still more color and he swayed slightly as he spoke. HARRY POTTER AND THE PRISONER OF AZKABAN | 1999

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Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra