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sabacc:

star wars prequels appreciation week » day two: favorite main character

You remember the dragon that you brought Vader forth from your heart to slay. You remember the cold venom in Vader’s blood. You remember the furnace of Vader’s fury, and the black hatred of seizing her throat to silence her lying mouth-
And there is one blazing moment in which you finally understand that there was no dragon. That there was no Vader.
That there was only you. Only Anakin Skywalker.
It is in this blazing moment that you finally understand the trap of the dark side, the final cruelty of the Sith-
Because now your self is all you will ever have.
And within your furnace heart, you burn in your own flame. This is how it feels to be Anakin Skywalker. Forever…

jumpingjacktrash:

roachpatrol:

godlessondheimite:

sogay4rey:

bodhirooke:

bodhirooke:

its kind of disappointing how everyone turns rey into some soft, clean aesthetic queen with glitter and pale pink fabrics when in canon rey is a greasy girl icon 

fanon rey: soft, smells like roses, always wearing glitter, no bad angles, pale smooth fabric queen
canon rey: doesnt know what a hairbrush or makeup is, steals fries off your plate, will fight you in a parking lot  

If I hung out with Rey we would have fart contests

that is the best addition to any post, sw-related or not

please consider that poe thinks hygiene is wiping down with the least greasy rag and rey just kind of scrubs off with some sand when she gets too crusty and finn is used to an absolutely scrupulous twice-daily hygiene regimen with water and sonic and specially formulated deodorants because you don’t want Army Stonk building up in a spaceship, or, god forbid, your armor. so he like, he loves poe and rey to death. he loves them. but he just watched poe try to explain the Sniff Test to rey, unsuccessfully, and he is kind of screaming internally now.

both rey and poe are in awe of how soft and sweet-smelling finn is and he’s like “listen it’s an ancient stormtrooper secret called WASH YOUR SOCKS WITH SOAP.”

rosewilson:

headcanon that the first phase of the clone armor didnt have very good protection on the hands and it got added later on because clones kept coming back from the battlefeild with broken hands. it wasnt there in the first place because the kaminoans didnt expect the clones to fucking punch the droids in the face this isnt how we trained you this is why you have a gun

Day 15- Age

skywalkersapprentice:

Ahsoka Tano is 42 when she realizes she isn’t getting any older.

rating: g

pairings: none

word count: 2333

(read on ao3)

This one fought me all day because I wanted it to be perfect. This is a concept I’ve been thinking of for a very long time.

It was a realization
that took a while to sink in, one that had been slowly dawning for
quite some time. One that perhaps, subconsciously, she’d known for
years, but didn’t want to think about. Every time the whispers
entered her head, hissing suspicions, she pushed them aside in favour
of new missions, new knowledge, new distractions, anything but the
one truth she did not want to face.

But she could not
run from it forever.

It was a cold day
on Chandrila when Ahsoka Tano looked into the mirror and accepted
that she was no longer getting any older.

It was now
undeniable. At age 42, she was supposed to have more stripes twisting
down lekku that should have been longer. Signs of aging should have
begun to line her face. Her montrals were far too short.

The only thing old
about her was her eyes.

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Okay listen, Ahsoka is Struggling™ during the clone wars, between Anakin ‘live bugs definitely count as food’ Skywalker, Obi-Wan ‘this granola bar should be sufficient nutrients for the week’ Kenobi, and all of the clones, who grew up on ration bars. Sometimes a girl just wants some lasagna, you know?

forcearama:

Hahahaha oh GOD poor Ahsoka. I’m imagining this in like a road trip scenario where they’re all on a ship together. 

Ahsoka: Hey look, Masters! That sign over there says we’re just about to drive past a Biscuit Baron! Can we stop?
Anakin: Eh. They don’t have worms on their menu. I can hang on until we get to the Outer Rim and swing by a bait shop. 
Ahsoka: [shuddering] M-Master Kenobi, don’t you…?
Obi-Wan: [looking up from a datapad] Hmm? Biscuit Baron? [confused] Why, are you hungry? We just ate, didn’t we?
Ahsoka: Master that was 12 hours ago! [looks helplessly at Rex]
Rex: [throws a ration bar at her] Here y’are, Commander Tano. That oughta tide you over. Always does the trick for me. 
Ahsoka: [stares sadly out the window, chewing her ration bar, as they blow right past the Biscuit Baron]