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hi. i am feeling not so well so there's a possibility i will be going on a small hiatus, just about a week or so. i've been gone from here already and my motivation to be on tumblr is a struggle enough as it is. i think i've just burnt myself out again and i'm starting to feel bad about not being able to do anything because of that. just give me a little bit, i promise i'll be okay eventually.

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Luke allows himself to be pulled to his feet and dusts himself off once he does so. he's wearing a black tunic, resembling that of his father. perhaps, in a way he had done that on purpose - a sort of homage to whom he respected more than anyone. his love for his father, while known wildly throughout the galaxy back home, was strong enough to rival the power of the force, though he would hardly ever admit to that. the force had allowed him to be here, after all; it gave him a chance to meet his father and for that, he was grateful.

he follows Noa quietly, only speaking when he'd mentioned her hand and watches the emotions flitter across her face. he frowns deeply, knowing he had disturbed her in a way, so he's quick to make do with it, waving his own hand to dismiss it. "you don't have to explain, i was just curious, that's all. my father cut my hand off during a duel. it didn't hurt, but it was a moment i would never forget. he made sure of that." it sounds abusive now that he thinks about it, but he didn't know how else to explain what happened. back then, his father had allowed the darkness to swarm him, he didn't really know what he was doing, so Luke didn't entirely blame him for it.

when the wolf speaks, Luke blinks slowly and looks down at her, surprise littered across his face. "i'm sorry ? did your wolf just speak?" well, that certainly wasn't something he was expecting.

Noa smiled at him as she pulled him up, beginning to walk back to where the base was located. Trixie didn't seem to mind the new friend's movement, as she would simply walk beside both of them with light steps.

When Luke asked her about her cybernetic, she stopped for a moment to look at him. Not because she was offended or anything, but because she was showing she was actively listening. Although... she would've been lying if she said him questioning it didn't make her feel slightly bad.

"Oh, this?" She asked as she looked down at her glove. She knew she couldn't hide it - after all, it went to about halfway up her forearm, so it would've been difficult to hide. Still, the hand being the center of attention made her feel uneasy.

"Master..." a voice that would be revealed to be from Trixie spoke gently as the wolf nudged her master's flesh hand with her nose.

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my queue has just about run out, but i will be focusing on my inbox when i log in later. sometimes memes are easier to respond to than drafts. everything will continue to be queued in the mean time while i try to play catch up. :D

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Luke has this certain thing about him where, when jedi business is concerned, he's all calm and collected, an air of superiority surrounding him, but when it comes to just about anything else, there's a childlike innocence about him that isn't lost on anyone. while he tries to remain cool headed at all times, sometimes there's a giddiness about him that reminds everyone that he's barely just above a teenager, his early twenties roaring to life. now is hardly any different as he gets caught whispering in an absurd tongue with his sister, less than stealthy by any means. he had just taken one look at Han and whispered something to Leia, that caught his sister's attention in a way he knew it would. leave it to Wedge to ruin the whole thing by grinning like a fool behind his drink. if Han hadn't caught him smirking, surely Luke would have gotten away with his tumultuous whispering. he's never been very good at whispering anyways, perhaps he should have thought better of the situation before leaning towards Leia with an whisp of confidence, as if he weren't going to get caught. lo and behold, he gets caught.

looking scandalized, Luke yelps when he's grabbed, stumbling on his feet as graceful as he could possibly be. for a jedi, he sure wasn't acting as cool as he probably should be. perhaps he inherited that from his father as well.

he listens to Han speak, jabbering off about the Millennium Falcon. sure, he'll go ahead and help, though he's going to go ahead and guess that there was much more to it than just that. and as soon as the thought occurs to him, Han's asking the question he was dreading. "hmm?" he hums, acting as nonchalant as he possibly can as he straightens himself up and walks like a normal human being, no longer acting as though he couldn't walk on his own.

"oh, that-" he says, cutting himself off abruptly as he lets out a shaky laugh. he runs fingers through his blond hair, scattering the strands around in an attempt to seem as cool as he tries to be. "i was just sayin' that you know, you seemed really into whatever it is you were doing. what were you doing, by the way ? you looked very serious. i could hardly believe it myself and Leia agreed-" okay, that's not a complete lie, but it's as close to the truth as Han is probably going to get, cheeks turning a slight shade of red. yeah, he's embarrassed at being caught, there's no denying that. whatever his true intentions were, whispering to Leia, Han was hardly going to get it out of him. not unless he took more desperate measures, of course, and even then, perhaps the jedi wouldn't break- he'd had training for that, you know.

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well, okay, he knew that Han was still standing there, when he'd turned to Leia to speak about him- but that wasn't the point. Leia, amused, covers her mouth and tries to hide the laughter as Luke turns to his friend, cheeks turning a slight shade of pink. okay, yeah, he logically knew that Han was still standing right there, but he didn't expect him to stick around and listen. usually, when Luke talks to his sister, Han has the decency to walk away and give them some privacy. but for whatever reason, the smuggler was still standing right there.

it's a bit awkward, if he's to be honest, as he lets out a quiet laugh, cheeks warm with color. "well, i wasn't talking to you, was i?" he snipped back with no actual bite to it. sometimes you can absolutely tell Luke and Leia are twins- other times not so much, but right now . . . right now, they're like a mirror as they both giggle.

"i'll leave you to deal with that," Leia says, and abruptly abandons Luke- to his absolute horror.

"wait- i . . . and she's gone." well, shoot. now he has to deal with this, doesn't he ? well . . . he grins up at Han and then looks at his hand. "well, would you look at the time ? i've gotta go." or not. maybe he's a coward after all.

             ❝𝙽𝙾𝚃  𝚂𝙾  𝙵𝙰𝚂𝚃 ,  𝙹𝚄𝙽𝙸𝙾𝚁.  𝚈𝙾𝚄’𝚁𝙴  𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙽’  𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷  𝙼𝙴.❞    in a move that was less calculated and more instinctive, solo shot out an arm, finger hooking into the collar of luke’s tunic just as the young man spun around with an air of youthful decisiveness.   the catch wasn’t exactly graceful but effective nonetheless, as han reeled him backward with that trademark lopsided grin plastered on his face—though this time there was a noticeable tightness around it, a little fraying at the edges.   ❝need a hand with the ’falcon’s shield lens capacitor.  looks shot, but i could use a second set of eyes.  chewie’s still out cold, sleeping off hesken fever, so you’re up.❞

the slight absurdity of the situation wasn’t lost on han.      of all the places in the galaxy for the rebel princess and her jedi brother to hunker down and start whispering—about a topic that, from the tone, sounded suspiciously like gossip beyond han’s immediate interest—he wouldn’t have guessed they’d choose a spot less than five feet from where he stood, absorbed in the holo-projection of arbra’s topography.  apparently, whatever it was couldn’t wait for a more discreet setting.

             ❝what were you ’n the princess talking about, anyway?❞ han asked—not because he was especially curious, but because he had a nagging sense that whatever their chat entailed, it likely had something to do with him.       or maybe not.

admittedly, he hadn’t noticed the two at first, too preoccupied with the blueprint display and running mental diagnostics on how the ’falcon might serve the new republic’s ever-expanding headquarters.  it wasn’t until he glimpsed wedge’s smirk out of the corner of his eye, half-hidden behind a steaming mug of kaf, that han thought to look over his shoulder.   and sure enough, there they were, the twins, deep in giggly conversation, like some scene straight out of a holositcom…

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cheeks flush in embarrassment when his father laughs, though he knows it isn't in cruelty. still, it embarrasses him, his ears turning a light shade of red as well. "the force pull and the force push," he repeats those words, tasting them on his tongue. he intends to get it right, for both his and his father's sake. he wants to make him proud and he intends to do just that, even if it may take him a while to get there. the intent was there and that was all he really needed, he knew; his father would be proud of him for even trying.

he looks up at his dad as he crouches next to him and frowns, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he listens to what he says. "no, i guess not." he was too excited to do it, he thinks, maybe if he calmed down he would be able to focus better. he takes a large calming breath just like how his father had taught him and exhales slowly after he counts to five.

he watches as his father grabs the spheres, head tilting slightly in curiosity. he resembles some sort of animal in that instance, adorably so. he takes the sphere into his hands, holding it like his father had told him. he closes his eyes and concentrates as hard as he can, trying to connect with the ball like he'd been told to. when he opens his eyes, his frown has deepened. "i'm confused, father," he says, gripping the ball harder as he tries to understand what his father is saying. "how do i do it ? how do i connect with the ball ? my hand - it feels . . . i don't know," he's clearly stumped, bottom lip jutting out into a pout. he looks at his father for answers as he loosens his grip on the ball and tries to do as he's told, allowing himself to think about the way it feels, but he simply can't seem to understand what his father means by that. for a moment, he thinks that maybe he's just too young to understand the meaning behind it, but he squashes that thought immediately. no, he will learn the force pull and push; he will make his father proud. "can you show me?"

"The Force thing?" he asked with a laugh. It only highlighted how informal Luke's training was. "The Force Pull is to bring it close, Force Push to push it away." Obi-Wan would be pleased to know he was teaching his son the proper vocabulary at least.

He crouched beside his son and rested his hand on his back. It was cute to see him mimic the movements, but the physicality was the least important aspect. "Right now, you're not focusing, are you?" he asked, gentle. "You're thinking of the goal instead of the process."

He pulled away from his son quickly, taking two small metal spheres he used to test droid's grip from a drawer. They were light and small, making it the perfect, easy object to use. "Let's try something first." He held one out for his son to take, letting his other hand hold it up to demonstrate. "Just... Feel it. Connect with it."

He didn't raise it from his hand yet, but not doing so was hard. To Anakin, it was second nature. He always used the Force more casually than he should. "And try to notice how it feels in your hand... Not the ball, but how your hand feels."

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Luke smiles. yeah, that would make a lot more sense. bigger on the inside, it would seem. he chuckles at his thought and lowers his hands to his sides as he looks at him curiously. "i mean . . . Tatooine isn't all that exciting," he says. "there's a lot of bad here. you know, what with Jabba the Hutt and the tusken raiders. it can be a bit dangerous. but you're more than welcome to explore, i'd just be careful if i were you. some of us don't take too kindly to strangers." and by 'us', he's referring to the people of Tatooine, of course.

"A bit small on the outside, yes, but it's the inside that matters," the Doctor stated. "Yes, it's my ship. I travel all over the place, learning and exploring. I imagine there's a lot to learn about and explore here, correct?"

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Luke looks at him like he's an idiot, lips pressed into a thin line. something about his denial reminds him of his friend, Han, and he has to shake his head in amusement as he sighs, not saying anything as he disappears to grab the medkit. when he returns, he's got the medkit opened up and a patch in his hand. "you're going to be fine," he reassures him, smiling faintly. "but we need to patch you up or you'll lose more blood. are you still holding that towel to it?" he crouches down next to Dylan and looks at him, concern furrowed in his brows.

@chosesun asked “Press that against the wound, I’m going to get the med kit.”

Dylan takes the towel that Luke hands to him and holds it to the flesh wound at his side "It's not that bad Luke. It's just bleeding a lot is all and that's bad enough i guess." He looks down at his hand that is covered with blood, wincing "I hate the very sight of blood especially when it's mine but a little clean up and i should be fine to get up and go again. i hope so anyway."

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THE MANDALORIAN Chapter 16: The Rescue

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Death doesn't discriminate Between the sinners And the saints It takes and it takes and it takes

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Luke's smile is vibrant as he looks at her, head cocked to the side in a curious manner. it's true what she says, not a lot of people managed to make it off Tatooine. it wasn't home to many, but those that it did home were mostly stuck there, left to stare at the stars wandering what it felt like to escape the sands of time. fortunately, it seems as though they were both experiencing what that felt like. "no, we really don't," he motions for her to continue, eyes twinkling. "very well, although i have to admit i'm not used to drinking anything but bantha milk. it's what i grew up on, i'm rather fond of it." oftentimes you'd catch him ordering that at a bar instead of an actual drink; like the child he can act as sometimes.

❝ It's not every day I meet someone else from Tatooine. People like us don't usually make it off that planet very often. ❞ The running joke was that if you were born and raised on Tatooine, you were destined for a life of poverty and sand. She probably would have been subjected to the same fate if it wasn't for her father. She smiled at the stranger, though she already had that familiar sense of someone destined for adventure being where they were from. ❝ Come on. I'll buy you a drink. It's a lot better than the swill they sold back home. ❞

☆ ───── @chosesun liked juniper's starter call !

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BE NOT AFRAID OF GREATNESS. – WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE @swsource STAR WARS WEEK: DAY #1 – FAVORITE CHARACTER

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i'm hopping off for the night but i knocked out a handful of things so i'm pretty pleased with myself. everyone say good job Shane. my queue will be running until sunday.

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Luke Skywalker in OBI-WAN KENOBI (2022) and THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK (1980)

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who missed me ? i'm here to do some drafts. i have 16 of them so please keep in mind that i'm going to start with the smallest things first unless i'm feeling particularly motivated to tackle the large things.

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where i'm sitting at currently so everyone knows why it's taking me so long to get back on track:

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hello, it's me. i'm sleep deprived and have lost my ability to write for the time being. i'm exhausted. i slept like three hours and spent the majority of my day on my ocs. that being said, i will be here tomorrow to start knocking out drafts. all i ask is your patience as i try to regain my motivation. actually, i'm motivated right now, but i'm just exhausted so hopefully i'll still feel motivated when i'm back online tomorrow.

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hi. i'm going to start making a list of things to do on my blogs so i don't stress myself out. give myself a minimum to answer on each blog instead of trying to force myself to do everything all at once. with having as many blogs as i have, it's hard to stay on top of things and i apologize in advance for that, but this is just a hobby and i'm not gonna let myself get overwhelmed. i'll figure something out.

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