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AO3 under a DDoS attack, it’s like I’m back on a windows 95 with dial up internet.

She finally has pants! And not a skirt!

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Obi-wan 'I see dead People' Kenobi.

The boy has always been able to see the ghosts of past jedi and sometimes even a dead sith or 2.

Little 4 year old Obi-wan looking Master Yoda right in the eyes and telling him that fucking Jedi Knight Revan thinks his ideas are dumb and he says Obi-wan should go be a pirate. (Once Revan realized Obi-wan could see and hear him he was like 'im causing problems on purpose' just to rile up the council)

Fucking Tarre Viszla is constantly nagging him about getting armor (he does eventually give in to this)

The day he looked at the council and parroted some heretical ideology from a jedi 1000 years dead was the day Qui-gon was like "this is my child now". He had to fight Madam Nu for him. The match was a tie. They have joint custody.

For the longest time everyone thought Obi-wan was making shit up but that got quickly thrown out. It's hard not to believe it when he's spilling the beans about something Yoda did when he was 3 that only Yoda's Master and crechemaster should know about.

Shit gets less funny and more scary when the fucking Sith Ghosts come to talk to him. Obi-wan coming to his crechemaster like Darth Immolation just tried to coerce him to the darkside again and wont go away, he just wants to eat his cookies and drink his juice in peace.

Jedi ghosts and Sith ghosts fucking bickering whenever they are forced to interact. Its mostly Darth Whomever being bullied by the Jedi until they go away.

Jedi Shadows having to dust off the 'How to banish Sith Ghosts' manuals that haven't been touched since just after the last sith war.

Qui-gon slowly learning how to communicate with the dead jedi as well. Hours spent in the archives. In sith ruins. In jedi ruins. On Jedah. Qui-gon getting heckled by a gaggle of dead jedi every time he fucks something up once he can see/hear them.

Obi-wan and his posse of dead jedi masters. Their connection to Obi-wan gives them the limited ability to interact with the physical world. So spooky ghost shit is always happening around him. They will hide your shit if youre being rude to their grandson/padwan/bff/only-connection-to-the-world/whatever the fuck he is.

Anakin shows up and he learns to hear them in the force. This somehow leads him to avoid Sheev and go to therapy. The ghosts bullied Qui-gon and Obi-wan into therapy too.

Obi-wan explaining to his clone troopers that no he isn't crazy. He is talking to the ghost of a jedi that has been dead for 1000 years about battle tactics. No really. Ask the temple healers and the rest of the council. Yes Boil ghosts are real. Please calm down. Yes theyre the ones that left the creepy note on the fresher mirror about washing your hands.

Oh fuck. The Living Council having to come to terms with the fact that Obi-wan being on the council means they now have a Dead Council they have to deal with. Mace has never been more entertained than when listening to Obi-wan argue with Yoda on their behalf. He should start bringing snacks.

Obviously this saves the galaxy. Somehow. Most of the ghosts are from a time around the last sith wars? They can sniff out any sith business when Obi-wan is close to it? One of them find Sheevs lightsaber? Idk.

Gonna tell my kids this was the Charlie's Angels

Rachel Weisz talking about her persuit of finding a script with ‘two good female parts’ 

Royal Blood AU:

Where the Jedi don't really know anything about Anakin's step-family so Luke goes to Padme's family while Leia goes to the Organa's.

He is raised as Luke Naberrie, spending his first few years of life under the care of his grandparents ( You know - the people who raised Padme Like That).

Now, the Naboo, particularly the political elite of Naboo, are very good at the shell game of deception. When he is finally revealed, the family claims he is a year younger than the truth, and there is, around him, all the hushed silence of a well-supressed scandal. The nature of it is... nebulous.

Luke grows up in a small cloister of other fair eyed, blonde haired boys - Aunty Eirite's son, and his cousin, and the boy from a family that has long been loyal to House Naberrie.

He is, as a child, like any other boy of his House. Perhaps his instincts are a little better, perhaps he learns a little faster, perhaps he picks up skills more aptly.

Perhaps he is another genius, like his Aunt Padme. His family pours all their love and learning into him, and - and their loss, though perhaps they do not mean to.

He is a Nabberrie, after all, and he follows in the family profession and is elected a Prince of Theed at the age of 13 (14, really).

He chooses a political pseudonym from one of Naboo's more modern heroes.

He takes on the title Prince Skywalker.

At the age of 16, he goes on to be elected the Junior Senator of Naboo, now Senator Skywalker.

He butts heads with Princess Organa his first day in the Senate, and somehow they quickly become inseparable rivals.

Darth Vader has an indescribable grudge against this blonde child - children, since he has several decoys/ assistants. Leia Organa has impeccable timing for interrupting when Luke finds himself cornered for intimidation.

Darth Vader grows to find them both incessantly aggravating.

He can't quite bring himself to crush them. He's not certain why.

Bail Organa and Senator Nabberrie ( Luke's grandfather) have so many gray hairs. They are both, however, incredibly proud of their budding, unstoppable baby rebels.

( Yes Luke has R2D2 and Leia has C3PO, yes the droids regularly thwart Darth Vader too. Luke is an ace pilot just like his childhood hero, Leia is a sharpshooter just like both her mothers).

The Melidaan ambassador was… interesting. Fox hadn’t expected him to be much different from the Senators he and his Corries had to guard. And yet Ambassador Ben Kenobi had subverted those expectations as soon as Fox had first laid eyes on him.

For starters, he didn’t dress like a politician. Instead of the bright colors and heavy layers favored by Senators, Kenobi himself seemed to prefer lighter, muted clothing that drew less attention and allowed for better maneuverability. If Fox hadn’t known any better, he would have guessed that Kenobi was a military officer, not a politician. Strange for a planet that was so determined to stay neutral that they refused to join even the Neutral Systems Alliance.

Second- he hadn’t requested an escort to Coruscant, nor did he request any guards once he arrived, despite the Chancellor himself asking him. He seemed completely unconcerned about any possibility of an attack or assassination attempt. Was it because of his neutrality? Did he believe that having a member of the GAR as a bodyguard would make it seem like he’d joined their side? Or was he simply too arrogant to think he’d need one?

But his demeanor wasn’t arrogant. Nor did it match the way he dressed. And the way he spoke- his voice was elegant, with an accent that fit right in with the Coruscanti upper class, and yet he didn’t smile like them. His smile - when aimed at the Corries - was soft and gentle. Kind.

Not many natborns were kind. Not to the Corries.

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Track: ‘Enemy’ - Tommee Profitt, Beacon Light, Sam Tinnesz

Commander Fox figured he couldn’t become any more scared than he was now, having just watched Quinlan Vos take a grenade for him. He had felt that grip of fear so many times reading reports of his brothers, missing or in critical condition and wondering if he would ever see them again. But watching Quinlan throw himself at an explosive headed directly for Fox was surely some sort of peak, Fox believing he was about to witness the man he had come to love be blown apart in front of him.

Even now, knowing that Quinlan had used the force to redirect most of the shrapnel and part of the blast, Fox was still constricted in the feeling. Quinlan stood shakily, bracketed by Fox and his fellow guard brothers as they worked to keep him alive; though the Jedi still insisted on helping fight, and Fox was certain that if they lived through this then he had finally faced the worst. 

But kriff if his brothers were not always determined to prove him wrong. 

Fox could only watch in horror as Palpatine, the man who had abused him, ignored him, manipulated everyone and turned his family against him, was now slashing at those same brothers with a manic and pure evil Fox knew all too well. Though it wasn’t until Gree came sailing out of seemingly nowhere that Fox realized what was happening.

You have to be with them.

Suddenly his fear was dissolving in a flare of vicious love. His brothers wouldn’t make it without him. That cut to Wolffe's thigh would leave him too exposed, Ponds seemed just a bit too slow to be safe, and that fury Cody carried had him cutting it close. He knew it like it was all he could be, the feelings threatening to overtake him.

His brothers needed him. And he was done letting Palpatine stop him from being there.

The sudden grip on his arm brought him back to his present like a splash of cool water, and Quinlan's tear streaked face came into view. “Promise me,” he gasped as Fox let him lean into him for a moment. “Promise you’ll come back.”

To me.

Fox felt his anger at Palpatine recede. That final hate was now replaced by the love he had carefully built with the man before him, and it was in this new calm that Fox felt more sure than ever; more safe and determined then any moment before. He was at peace with what needed to be done. Taking the now offered saber, he let his hand rest a moment over Quinlan's and then pressed their foreheads together. Even with the helmet Fox could feel the connection between them, as if he was actually able to sense the Force.

And for once, maybe he could.

“I promise cyare, win or lose, I will find you.”

Quinlan heaved in a breath. “Then go, and beat the ever loving sithspit out of him for me.”

“Oh, happily.”