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20 min airport sketch that came to me in a vision

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I'm encountering problems with the measuring tape.

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It’s kind of growing on him.

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happy trail isnt enough. i need happy meadow. happy forest.

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Ewan McGregor prepares for his brawl with ‘Jango Fett’ in the Kamino rain on the set of Attack of the Clones. 

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Out of a moment of aching sadness and fury and manic impulsivity, a wizard turns a killer whale trapped in a theme park aquarium into a human so she can smuggle it out of the park and back into the wild.

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Qui-Gon was walking to the Room of a Thousand Fountains with his Master when they had heard the muttering, a frantic sound that was a mix between a child sobbing and occasionally talking about the dreams, and how they were getting worse. They found a small child sending tight little swirls of panic through the force between mutters and drawing something in the dirt with a stick. Orange hair, big blue grey eyes full of pain and paranoia, and trembling just a little.

Young Obi-Wan was ten years old, had not slept in over three days, and was having a set of visions set on a planet he had never been to, and an armored man that he didn’t know the name of. He had been holding himself together until today, and things were no longer holding steady. He finally flinched, scrambling back from the masters when he noticed them, scrambling to the root of a tree where he looked up at them with wide scared eyes.

Normally, Dooku would have been the one to approach a child, since his own Padawan was still aching in the force from Xanatos leaving the order with anger, and Dooku had had his fair share of raising rambunctious children, but two things came to mind that stopped him: the child reminded him far too much of Sifo-Dyas during vision psychosis, which made him want to Throw Up with how much it disturbed him; and the way the boy flinched when he’d tried to come closer.

He couldn’t have gotten further into the tree roots he was hiding in if he tried, but Qui-Gon’s heart was clenching, and shaking little arms raised towards him, more like a toddler than a child. ‘Master, please help.’

They could do nothing other than acquiesce, and Dooku went off to find some mind healers and masters of the unifying force to help figure out what type of vision this was, and how to help it. At least this meant that Dooku knew who to contact right now, since he knew half the seers in the temple and all their healers and masters.

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‘Hello, little one.’ Qui-Gonnkept his voice low, letting the child crawl into his arms with no complaint. He knew that some seers had trouble telling who they were, much less how old, and the boy could very well be so deep in this vision that he was simply struggling to ground himself without touch. He let the boy look into his eyes, those big child eyes so hazy and worried. ‘Master, we have to stop it. If he dies, the chains snap and everything falls apart.’

Qui-Gon didn’t want to scare the boy, but he did need to try and break him of whatever this was. ‘Sweetling, a vision is just a possible future, this may not come to pass. Do you know who’s going to get hurt?’

Obi-Wan, who had yet to introduce himself verbally, but Qui-Gon could feel his force signature more clearly than any name could be said; simply shook his head. ‘He has armor, and the man that kills him pretends to be his friend. When he dies, an entire sector will fall to war, and his heir will be wrongfully blamed for crimes.’

Qui-Gon sighed; gently rocking the boy shaking in his arms. ‘I’m so sorry, little one, but we cannot help people that we don’t know. The future is always in motion.’

The boy sat back in his arms again, looking him in the eye. ‘That’s exactly what I’d expect from someone who can talk to plants.’

Qui-Gon felt like a piece of his brain had been hollowed out, and for some reason… for some kriffing reason… he knew that he could hear the thoughts of plants if he focused on them…

What?

Obi-Wan had been sedated, gently moved onto a stretcher by Master Che, who had briefly informed Qui-Gon that Obi-Wan was not a seer. He was a user of the Cosmic force, and whatever he had been seeing, was likely to happen within the next couple days because it was being planned.

Qui-Gon moved over to the dirt the child had been drawing in, and took a picture of what he found there.

A communications number, and a drawn picture of a Mandalorian.

He shouldn’t call it. He wouldn’t.

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He sat in his apartment two hours later, after a long tea time with Yan that he had twitched through until his master had told him to go finish whatever he needed to do, and not to come back until he did.

Qui-Gon tried to meditate… and instead, listened to the thoughts of the spider plant in the bathroom; that was complaining about the stray tooka Qui-Gon had let in last week that ate one of it’s leaves.

Kriff…

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Obi-Wan woke up almost as soon as sedation had worn off, and Master Windu was there, sitting in a visitors chair while he did council work on a tablet, something he would camp in Obi-Wan’s healers rooms whenever a vision epicenter caught him up. He didn’t even remember why Mace had done it the first time, but finders were always drawn to their initiates.

‘Master Jinn came by to see you. He’s outside, actually.’

‘Who?’

Mace gave him a slightly worried look. ‘The master that helped you when you were found in the Room of a Thousand Fountains?’

‘Oh.’ Obi-Wan did NOT remember that. ‘Does he want to talk to me?’

‘Yes.’

‘Okay.’

Apparently, Obi-Wan had written down the communications frequency of one Jaster Mereel, who was desperate to know how a child had come across his frequency, and how he was supposedly going to be assassinated.

Apparently, he was already on his way to Coruscant, and Master Nu was super mad about it because Jaster was ALWAYS trying to get into her archives even though that wasn’t allowed, and she was going to have to post extra guards if he was actually allowed in the temple for once. He was also bringing his son, since a warning of Jango Fett becoming a target was enough cause for the Mand’alor to never let his child out of his sight again.

Obi-Wan was confused.

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I need y'all to watch this clip

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I loved when “Drift Compatible” entered pop lexicon cause we were in DESPERATE need for a way to platonically express “one of us to the other is as a limb to a body; we are a left and right feet of a dancer; we do not need to speak because any one word inspires an exchange of unspoken words that conveys a full conversation in which a mutual conclusion is determined in an instant”. Huge win for the QPRs out here

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lighting a cigarette in my mouth but the cigarette is a girls penis. send post

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Actually Erik is wearing lacy panties (and the matching bralette!!) underneath his outfits. If you even cared

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was going through some of my health records and some doctor put “dresses oddly” next to my psychotic symptoms. hey fuck you too man

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hello there~

may the 4th be with you doodle dump be apon ye

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