#back to be obsessed with star wars

[mc-slowwalker]

okay I don’t really go here anymore but fuck jack manifold will really always be relevant

[cabbagege]

Casually dropping war crimes

[felixeis003]

About two years ago I drew Cody holding a lightsaber and this is me bringing that BACK baby hell yes

[weirdnotal]

Obi-Wan: please do not shoot at Grievous without a jedi you will surely die

The 212th:

[paracosm-draw]

"I thought that we had decided not to fall in love. That we would be forced to live a lie. And that it would destroy our lives."

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Please do not steal/credit me if repost 🫶🏻

[emopulco]

fill me with your poison (wip)

[fansblogs]

happy valentine’s day to them <3

[sunflowersinheaven]

another wip, that i wont be able to finish for a while

[extratiredofyourcrap]

IM COOKING!!!!

Their my favorite old married couple, your honor :3333

[charmwasjess]

.....I'm so sorry, I have to talk a little more about Jang Li-Li, a one-off Jedi who exists just for Asajj to blow up offscreen in Yoda: Dark Rendezvous.

And yet I love so much about how this little moment characterizes both Dooku and his relationship to Asajj. Dooku used to be the kind of Jedi other Jedi voluntarily sought out for advice and encouragement, and now he's regarding the dismembered corpse of one such Jedi, killed by his new protégé - who is also a striking, talented woman of similar age.

Dooku defending Jang to her killer is so surreal, and yet, this is so perfectly Dooku. He's also defending himself - his assessment of her and the validity of that, maybe even his own years spent in that life. Even now when it seems so pointless to either of them: Jang dead, Dooku fallen and having rejected service and principle. The way Dooku is always looking backward over his shoulder to his Jedi past and not watching where he is going.

[chasingthewesternsun]

Mr. Thrawn being a scary boy and contemplating the defeat of his enemies

[padawansuggest]

Obi-Wan in his natural habitat in the temple sleeps in a loft bed (it was supposed to be storage he said cat instinct and turned it into a loft bed they’re shockingly common with Jedi tbh tho) and under 17 fluffy blankets with a pregnancy pillow (he’s not pregnant he just can’t sleep off his stomach if he don’t got one and sometimes autism requires squishing to keep it all down) and three more fluffy blankets on top of him. He has an optional Padawan or pet (not really a pet, just whomever followed him how from the gardens today) in bed with him also. And he’s got a projector on the wall and has a night stand with water and gaming devices so he can survive up there forever.

The clones, who have learned to sleep with full kute coverings and usually without blankets or pillows cause they just pass out on each other, most of whom identified with their Jedi for having similar sleeping types if they weren’t human, realize they are quite horrified by his Stewjoni nesting instinct. And he’s offended and refuses to sleep with any of them till they apologize to his favorite stuffed animal for insulting his HOUSE. Fuck you bitches he and Master Sparkle Bantha deserve better.

Cody is groveling while Alpha is still trying to negotiate a less intense number of blankets and Anakin is just shaking his head like ‘it’s not worth it Bro’ and Alpha is like ‘shut up ur an omega too you brat’ and that’s the last straw, you called them omegas now Cody is asking what an omega is and Alpha is trying to figure out how to keep his AO3 account hidden from his vod’e and nvm he’ll sleep in the barracks forever-

Obi-Wan holds this info over his head like a guillotine and convinced him to get in the damn nest right this second and cuddle him better.

If you don’t sleep with at least two comforters and a queen sized fuzzy blanket then I don’t trust you. Yes I refuse to trust my sister and wife okay. Everything in the world has a downside and that’s theirs. My bed is half dragon hoard of yarn and squishmallows. I’m not changing for anyone.

Anakin’s bed is 90% pillow and squishmallow and 10% blanket. Padme uses a thin cotton blanket and lets him burrito wrap himself and uses him like a body pillow while he’s captive in the blankies.

[viscanpikamine]

They’re happy and healthy and get to see Kad grow up with both of his parents and Order 66 never happened <3

[philtstone]

hi phil 💚 for the november prompts, either #3 (frozen peas pressed against a fresh bruise) or #20 (grey smoke curling up into a night sky) for either aragorn/arwen, or hanleia?

finally complete!! ok so i used this prompt to fill out a larger fic id been working on, so here is an excerpt from the piece the prompt inspired, but with a link to the larger fic. takes place in the years between ANH and ESB. enjoy!

Father liked the cold.

“Gettin’ real tired of running into friends of his,” Han says, glaring across the clearing at their unfortunate new ward. 

Smoke from their campfire curls up into the trees. It’s still cold here, which is angering Leia. She’s tired of all this damned cold. And her meiloorun, the one at the bottom of the sack they bartered for before rendezvous, is rotten in the middle.

“Renchu is not a friend,” Leia says, stiffer than her sticky knuckles. They’ve swollen in the hours after she punched the man and are stained with fruit juice. Their imprint sings from under the slushy bacta pack their sullen informant had pressed into his eye for an hour before falling asleep. He’s too still now for her to believe he’s not listening. 

“Yeah, got that loud and clear,” Han mutters. He’s bent over her and his voice tickles her ear. It’s so Kyl Renchu, Alderaanian survivor and anonymous Rebel informant, who met them with his insider information in a seedy alley in a corner of this forested little Rim moon, does not hear them. Also to be close to her – just a little. They’ve still got half a day’s march ‘til they get back to the Falcon. Han has been oddly protective lately (read: this afternoon). Leia accepts this in a way she would not have a year ago. “You okay?”

Leia is not the one with a black eye.

“No, but you’ve got that look in ‘em.”

“Even the good guys were politically divided,” Leia deadpans, bitter-tongued. “Or has my idealism infected you, Captain?”

read the full fic on ao3

[peachblossom-odyssey]

My mind hatched this vague concept and nothing else, so here’s a snippet of Imperial royals Luke and Leia talking about a captured Jedi Ezra

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“I just-“ Luke ran his hands through his hair, pacing a hole through Leia’s favorite rug, “I just don’t get how you don’t see it, Leia. He’s so… so…”

“So Jedi?” Leia’s voice was chilly, “So naive? So very rebel-minded?”

“Bright.” Luke turned again to the feed of the holding cell, an expression akin to helplessness flitting across his face as he watched the dark-haired Jedi whistle boredly to himself, his heart lurching a little as if he could hear the song even from here, “He’s so bright, Leia. But not bright like a sun or a solar flare or any of that Jedi poodoo. He’s…”

“Luke.” she sighed, but he shook his head.

“He’s the accretion disk around a black hole.” he murmured, forcing his eyes away from the Jedi he was slowly becoming obsessed with, grounding himself in his sister’s severe expression, “He’s the corona of a total eclipse. He’s the split second after the heat shields fail where the temperature inside is perfect. I don’t know how else to describe how he feels, Leia. He’s Light and Dark and I want him.”

“… Damn it, Luke.” Leia’s golden eyes were swimming, resignation and indignation mixing like oil and water, “You should have killed him when you had the chance.”

“Yeah.” Luke sighed, eyes drawn back to the screen as if pulled by gravity, “Yeah, I probably should have.”

[animeyanderelover]

Star Wars The Clone Wars had everyone considering the act of Exophilia probably at least once.