Do You Think Plo Koon's Mask Also Has A Translator Inside It Which Makes His Language Understandable

Tradition

Something had changed.

Lena could sense it, in the kisses and the small touches, in the way Kara would watch her in the mornings as Lena slowly woke. Her girlfriend had grown more pensive, looking at Lena with curious eyes - a touch of stress on her brow.

“Are you alright?” Lena murmured one morning, as Kara brushed a stray lock of hair behind Lena’s ear.

“Yeah,” Kara said, pressing her lips briefly against Lena’s, “Just thinking.”

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Lena tried to let it go.

There was no real worry inside her. It did bother her, an itch somewhere in her mind, that Kara was holding something back. But this wasn’t like before - there was no fear or loneliness or distrust. She knew she loved Kara; she knew Kara loved her. That was all that mattered.

But she was certainly curious.

Luckily, there was always work to do to distract herself. Running the Foundation, tweaking experiments in the Tower, being a voice in Kara’s ear when the hero went out to fight. Plenty to keep herself busy in the day, before she and Kara went home at night. She could be patient.

It only took a few weeks for Kara to say something, on the couch one evening. “I promised you I would be open with you,” Kara said.

Lena glanced up, reaching her arm across to give Kara’s hand a light squeeze. “I promised that too.”

“What if I’m not supposed to be?”

Lena frowned curiously. “Kara, what’s going on?”

“It’s nothing bad,” Kara emphasized, “I just- I don’t understand Earth romance. We didn’t have that on Krypton. Parts of it are still a little alien to me.”

“Okay,” Lena mulled, trying to understand, “We can- we can talk about it? We can slow down-”

“I don’t want to slow down,” Kara said emphatically.

“What do you mean?”

Kara eyed Lena for a moment, then glanced down to her lap, shifting shyly. “If you want to spend the rest of your life with someone, shouldn’t you talk about it first?” Kara asked, “Shouldn’t they decide that together? How do you make it… a surprise?”

Oh, Lena thought, her heart fluttering lighter as she realized the source of Kara’s concern, she wants to propose.

It brought a smile to Lena. She wants to propose…

Lena leaned forward, brushing her lips to Kara’s, trying to soothe the blonde’s confusion. “We’ve talked about our lives together,” she murmured against Kara’s lips, “What we want to do, how we want to live, what it will be like to grow old. Those are the things that are important to me.”

She could feel the tension in Kara’s body dissipate, as Kara wrapped her arms around Lena, kissing her back. Lena felt herself melt into Kara’s embrace as the ardor grew, leaving thoughts of the future for some other time.

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“Could I fly you somewhere?” Kara asked one Saturday night.

Lena looked up from the couch, where she had settled in to read a book after dinner that evening. She took in Kara’s expression, watching as the blonde fidgeted shyly. Oh, Lena thought, trying not to smile, “Sure.”

Still in her pajamas - not that she minded - Lena and Kara went out to the balcony. “I’d like to blindfold you first,” Kara said shyly, and Lena nodded. The scrap of cloth went around her eyes, and she felt as Kara’s hands directed her closer, before Kara scooped her up into her arms.

She wondered how far Kara would take her, but she didn’t ask. The cool breeze of the night was a welcome relief from the warm day, and they quickly found themselves descending.

Still blindfolded, Lena felt as Kara gently set her on the ground. Blankets?, Lena thought, now sitting somewhere outside, feeling the warm and fuzzy bedding against the palms of her hands, when did she set this up…

The blindfold lifted from her face.

Lena looked around. She was indeed in a nest of blankets, giving her cozy warmth on that cool night. Her eyes drifted to the Irish pastries and wine near her feet, two glasses sitting neatly next to one another.

She glanced up, gasping softly at what lay ahead - a lake, blanketed in night, with an array of trees and stars behind it. The reservoir, she realized, recognizing their picnic spot as one she and Kara had been to a dozen times before. A place that had grown fond to them, despite their terrifying first night there.

“When I came to Earth,” Kara said nervously, kneeling next to Lena, “Everything was new, and strange. People talked about all sorts of beliefs, different types of magic. There were so many cultural practices, so many languages. It felt like I landed on hundreds of planets at once.”

Lena placed a gentle hand on Kara’s arm.

“I didn’t understand romantic love,” Kara continued, eyes glancing up to meet Lena’s, “But I started to feel it, fragments of that spark, figuring out what it meant. And then I found you, Lena. And I realized something important - that Krypton had hidden more than one type of magic.”

Lena smiled, already feeling the sting of tears in the corner of her eyes, emotion bubbling up in her chest.

“This was the place I realized it,” Kara said, looking out to the reservoir. “I was holding you above this lake, and I realized I could never let go.”

Kara hesitated, turning back towards Lena as a hand drifted to a pocket, and Kara pulled out a small black box to present to her girlfriend. “Lena Luthor,” Kara said, “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” Lena said, realizing her voice was thick with unshed tears, leaning forward to plant a kiss on Kara’s lips, “Yes, yes, yes,” she said over and over again, as Kara kissed her back, as the two pulled each other close.

When they finally broke apart, Lena laughed, as Kara struggled enthusiastically to get the ring box open, before finally sliding the ring on Lena’s finger.

Kara leaned forward again, brushing her lips one last time on Lena’s. “I hope I did that right,” she murmured.

“Darling, this was perfect,” Lena whispered back.

The Dark Trio

((Based off this text post))

Harry was sweet to Hagrid, he actually liked him more then he liked most people, however when Harry and Hagrid parted at King’s Cross, Harry felt like most of the kids there with their families and their happy goodbyes weren’t for him. Harry dragged his trunk aboard and found a compartment. About 5 minutes later the boy from the robes shop entered, the one with the blonde hair and the sharp nose. He sat and slowly a couple bigger boys entered and a girl with sharp facial features and dark hair. He learnt the boys were Crabbe and Goyle, and the girl was Pansy, the boy from the robe shop he knew was Draco Malfoy. 

He learn’t a lot about Hogwarts, how they all wanted Slytherin, it was noble and that’s where the ambitious and cunning belonged. Harry liked the sound of that.

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The sorting hat took a minute to place Harry, however he was so excited about Slytherin, and the hat could see it would make him great, so moments later it shouted out “SLYTHERIN!”

Harry joined his new friends to watch the rest of the sorting, across from him was another girl, Hermione Granger, who caused quite the scene when she was sorted Slytherin, Harry would soon find out it was because she was Muggleborn. The other surprise came when Ron Weasley was sorted Slytherin, the other Weasleys, a blood traitor family, were Gryffindors, for centuries. 

They all ended up being friends and dorm mates, it didn’t take long for Harry, Ron and Hermione to become close as they were the outcasts, since Harry was technically from a blood traitor family and was raised by muggles. 

Hermione was the brightest witch of her age and it only took 3 untraceable poisons slipped into peoples pumpkin juice and a handful of painful curses for the Slytherins to stop bullying muggle born’s half-blood’s and blood traitors, because Hermione knew the dark, forbidden magic.She also knew not to get caught. The teachers all adored smart, clever Hermione, Snape however kept a close eye on her enjoyment of the restricted section. Noting all the dark magic that must be floating around her bright head. 

Ron wanted desperately to get out of his family’s shadow, Ron had a dark way about him he always thought about the most traumatic, painful and long lasting ways to hex and get back at people. Harry often had to reign in his mates mind and thoughts. Ron casted his first dark spell, the power of it left them unable to speak about it, they were all blown away by the power held in this little group.

Harry had the drive to be great, admired, the want to be free and the thick skin.

Hermione had the knowledge, the need to change the world and was just mad enough to do it.

Ron had the power and little conscience.

The Wizarding World didn’t notice Quirell was found in a dungeon no sign of trauma but undoubtedly dead. When Lockhart was found in his study, hanging sideways from his chair a goblet on the floor. No one knows about Snape finding the trio walking away from the forbidden forest and the body of a man named Peter who is bloodied with gashes from the darkest and most painful of magic, Ron’s hands soaked with blood inside his pockets. The remains of Umbridge turn even the most experienced aurors away, and that one made Hermione a bit mad, the magic she used was dark and the torture maddening.

By the time Voldemort rises to power the trio have killed, hexed and poisoned their way to the top. They don’t need a school full of loyal students, or an ill advised head master. He faces a bright young witch, with untamed hair and a sheen to her eye that gives her the look of being mad, which she totally is. A wizard who prefers blood, and pain to clean lethal spells and can manipulate people, using any means necessary and a boy, broken and ambitious enough for the lot of them who has won their loyalty and keeps them going.

Together they defeat Voldemort, and no one innocent dies. 

I feel so called out right now, 😂

the nightblood family we deserved

(Art Creds - @papurrcat )

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).

Reblog if u have a tentacle kink.

I do😏

Daisy Ridley behind the scenes of Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker

Alpha-17 and Obi-Wan being friends (derogatory) on 17's part and friends (threatening) on Obi-Wan's part is such an underrated dynamic

They could be so funny and terrifying, like Obi-Wan went through a soul shredding experience with Alpha-17 as his only company. They're friends because what else are you gonna be after you witness each other at absolute rock bottom from torture.

It's like 'dog put in cage of cheetah who's threatening to go crazy', except the dog is a grizzly bear and also threatening to go crazy.

Emotional support trooper except the trooper in question has never done any sort of supporting in his life and is actively an emotional distress trooper to a great number of the CC batch.

I want them texting everyday, I want Obi-Wan mailing handmade BFF bracelets to Alpha and Alpha sending pics back of him flipping off the camera but still wearing them, I want Alpha using Obi-Wan to keep track of and occasionally terrorize his cadets, I want 17 ending problems in the GAR (like Krell) before they begin because Obi-Wan has him shipped out on a personal transport at the first opportunity, decked out with slug-throwers Obi-Wan got him for his decant-day.

Natborn officers think this is all just an odd indulgence of General Kenobi, the Vode, however, correctly identify it as a goddamn threat and their danger assessment of Obi-Wan ticks up significantly.

When Alpha arrives on Kamino, Shaak Ti presses a shiny new comm into his hand. It has the Jedi Order symbol painted onto it alongside a smiley face sticker, and it pings immediately with a new message: Hello! I hope you're settling in well!

Alpha stares at the message, stares at the singular contact named 'OWK' and then stares Shaak Ti in the eye as he pitches the comm straight into the ocean. Shaak Ti's serene smile only grows larger as she calmly reaches into her robes and pulls out an identical comm, only this one has a frowny face sticker, and presses it into his hand. It lights up: I'm afraid we've bonded, Alpha :). Alpha shuts it off and pockets it with resignation.

Cody arrives on Alpha-17's personal recommendation.

A-17: He's the most difficult little bastard I have. You're perfect for each other. OWK: Thank you, he's very handsome :3 A-17: No. Stop.

The first thing he asks once he gets comfortable is who his general is texting so much that has him swinging his legs and twirling his hair. Cody assumes it's Anakin, given they seem joint at the hip anyway, but little does he know Obi-Wan's ability to consistently have the Weirdest Relationships Ever.

"Oh, it's Alpha-17, I understand you're familiar with each other?" Hmm. OK. Cody.exe is experiencing a processing error, please hold. He exits the room instead of answering. The next day he peeks over the General's shoulder when he's texting and sees walls of rambling messages from Obi-Wan. Alpha-17 replies every hour with a single text: Lose this number. Obi-Wan giggles. "He's so funny." he says.

When Obi-Wan meets the rest of the CC batch, Cody makes sure to stand perfectly angled so that he can record the reactions when his general cuts off their introductions with "Oh, no need, Alpha-17's told me all about you." It's always immediate FEAR.JPG followed by a slow spiral of What The Fuck.

What do you mean by that General. What does that mean Cody. What do you mean they text. No. Cody. What the fuck is happening, Cody. Alpha-17 doesn't have friends he has enemies and enemies he tolerates enough not to shoot on sight.

OWK: Wolffe reached for his vambrace? when I mentioned you A-17: That's where he keeps his spare knife. OWK: Hm that does explain the way he eyed me up, ambitious. A-17: Clearly not enough, he should have followed through. I taught them better.

I’ve backslided into Harry Potter again, and now I really want to write the fic where Vernon and Petunia actually try and do right raising their biracial magical nephew, but they still fucking hate magic.

Because just how much would’ve changed if he had a decent upbringing? How much would’ve changed if he had Vernon and Petunia on his side as loving adoptive parents rather than abusive assholes? Harry who grew up in a loving home. Harry who grew up with Dudley as a brother. Harry who spent weekends helping Petunia in the garden or being a happy kid. Harry who fights Voldemort and his Death Eaters not for prophecy, but because they took lives and they robbed his parents and his adoptive parents chances for reconciliation.

Because:

Petunia looks at the baby, reads the letter, rages and rages, and rages.

Petunia buries the Potters alone. But comes back days later to lay flowers only to find a fucking monument built for them. No-one came to bury them, but came to glorify them.

Petunia looks at Harry, who even at one, looks more like his father, but he has Lily’s eyes, and they look at her like an accusation. Petunia looks at Harry again and all she can feel is anger. Is rage. Is despair. Because she was robbed of magic at an early age. She was robbed of any limelight by Lily. And now, and now, she’s been robbed of Lily. Of any second chances with Lily because despite everything she loved Lily. And now she’s being asked to care for Lily’s son. Raise him until he can be sent off into battle too to die.

So she looks at Harry, with James tan skin and James messy hair, and Lily’s eyes, calling for his Appa and Amma, looks at this boy that’s been sent to her to fatten up before the slaughter and decides no.

Harry’s skin and hair and eyes will be his own. He will not be anybody’s goddamn saviour, nobody’s warrior, nobody’s soldier, and nobody’s second chance.