perfuma: i don’t have a seat
scorpia: you can sit on my lap
perfuma, blushing: thanks
sea hawk: i don’t have a seat either
mermista: stand then
This!
So I’m on AO3 and I see a lot of people who put “I do not own [insert fandom here]” before their story.
Like, I came on this site to read FAN fiction. This is a FAN fiction site. I’m fully aware that you don’t own the fandom or the characters. That’s why it’s called FAN FICTION.
Ooooo 84 for amethylia/Bastila if you want? :0
thank you Rae!! <3 I attempted to keep it short and sweet lol. brief allusions to Lock (OC of mine) in there, but easily skippable for the uninterested!
84. “Why didn’t you just call me?”
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After a near week straight of festivities celebrating Malak’s death, Bastila thought that she would be happy to never attend another party again.
She knew that she was in the minority here. Almost everyone else in their bizarre group of companions had been happy to celebrate, no longer hounded by the Sith or living in fear of Malak’s reach on the galaxy. It was as good a reason as any to celebrate, really, and it was why Bastila put on a calm face and a smile, never joining in overly much but doing her utmost to not bring down their moods either.
Even if she hadn’t heard the jokes made about how stuffy she was, the fact of the matter was that less than two weeks ago, Bastila had attempted to kill the people she had been traveling with and had come to consider friends. What’s more than that, one had been her oldest friend and another had been the woman she loved. Allowing them their fun was really the least she could do to make up for it, and she wondered if she’d ever truly be able to do just that.
Leaning against the railing of the balcony, a subtle shift in the Force clued Bastila into a very familiar presence approaching her, one that brought a smile to her face.
“Hey there, Bas,” Amethylia said quietly, the shorter woman wrapping her arms around Bastila’s torso and resting her head against her back.
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She's not alone.
I love how Kara just loves to taunt Lex with the fact that Lena is on her side. Like she knows how much he hates it.
She did it when she revealed Lena made her K-Proof suit in season 4.
"You can thank your sister for this."
And now again.
"You're predictable. You can thank your sister for proving that."
It gives off the same energy of: "Your daughter calls me Daddy too."
It's like she's basically rubbing it in his face that Lena has been and always will be hers and Lex can die mad about it.
The brain when AO3 goes down:
She made the lightsaber hilt out of her staff to honour her past as a scavenger and the item that helped her survive all those years she was on her own.
She retrieved Kylo’s lightsaber and healed the cracked kyber crystal. She used that to power her new lightsaber. The blade is yellow because red (it was formerly on the dark side) + green (it was healed and is now on the light side) light combined makes yellow.
The healed crystal symbolises the way in which Rey symbolically killed Kylo Ren and then healed him. He was reborn as Ben Solo just as this crystal has now been reborn as something new.
The lightsaber honours their history and the ability to heal and move on from the past. It is the embodiment of who they are and what together they represent.