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unlike  the  knights  of  old …        YOU  ARE  NOT  AFRAID  OF  THE  DARK       /       a star wars multi ft. luke skywalker.  legends based, canon compliant.  trained by kitty.

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𝙺𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝚂. 𝙹𝙾𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃 𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙰𝙻 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁. 𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙴𝙽 𝙱𝚈 𝙺𝙸𝚃𝚃𝚈. ©

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𝙺𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝚂. 𝙹𝙾𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃 𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙰𝙻 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁. 𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙴𝙽 𝙱𝚈 𝙺𝙸𝚃𝚃𝚈. ©

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I show you the stone in my hand,

you miss the knife at your throat

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Jacen Solo & Tenel Ka // Jacen, Tenel Ka & Allana // Grandparents               by FalconFan

I thought this trio of amazing art would work today! Working on the fansites and the fanart sections led me to look over (and absolutely adore) FalconFan’s art again – I was always awed by FF’s art. Not only are the pieces ridiculously gorgeous but they also make me want to pass out from feels. D:

(Basically, Happy Father’s Day to Han and Jacen but not Darth Caedus because kidnapping your daughter, come on dude stop.)

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I.D: It's a drawing of Riyo Chuchi. She's in a pink and yellow background. She's wearing her outfit from the early episodes of Clone Wars and she's reaching up with one hand to touch a white star. End of I.d.

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hug hands

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The Book of Boba Fett | “ Return of the Mandalorian“

“Had our sect not been cloistered on the moon of Concordia, we would have not survived the Great Purge. Those born of Mandalore strayed away from the path.  Eventually, the Imperial interlopers destroyed all that we knew and loved in the Night of a Thousand Tears. Only those that walked the way escaped the curse prophesized in the Creed. Though our numbers were scattered to the winds, our adherence to the way has preserved our legacy for the generations until we may someday return to our homeworld.”

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Maria Mazziotti Gillan, from “Ghost Voices”

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STAR WARS: ANDOR STREAMING AUG 31 2022

they’re everywhere. they’re watching me now.

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for @satineweek , a little doodle of Auntie Satine and little Korkie doing some gardening together for the “Rebuilding Mandalore” prompt.

In between orchestrating construction projects and getting funding for schools and hospitals, I like to think Satine found the time to personally make Sundari beautiful in small ways too.

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[ “We all did things we’re not proud of.” ] — @inebranlabl

                    silence fell between the couple, an immense chasm seemingly spanning between the two.   she could hardly fathom how far she had gone in order to further the cause.   certainly, at least, nothing that affected those beyond her own circle so far.   she stood solidly against luthen’s plans to bring a further layer of misery upon the empire.    within her life, however, she had only seemingly sown destruction.    her hellbent focus on preserving what she could of the rights of citizens’ of this galaxy led to her neglecting both her husband and her daughter.   what a mother she has been, better than her own, and yet not nearly as careful as the one as she hoped she would be when she carried leida in her arms for the very first time.   and what had that earned her?   a daughter who rightly believed her to be an absent, though wrongly uncaring, mother, determined to do the opposite of what she wished her daughter to do.   ironically, her rebellion sent her straight into a path which any other chandrillian mother would likely be proud of.

                    and what of perrin?   he had become bitter over the years, a distance only furthered by his falling into the company of those who despised her.   what was she supposed to do with her husband growing increasingly passively opposed to her decisions?   now, even her husband slowly tread into a trap, a backup plan of her own design.   sometimes, she laid awake at night and wondered if she could have somehow done better, somehow proved to her family how deeply she adored them both without sacrificing the cause in their stead.   perhaps so, perhaps not, but certainly no one cared for her to alter that now.   or so she believed.

                    caution blazed in grey eyes, equally portioned with hope.   did he despise her less than she feared?   did he understand some measure of her decisions without understanding the whole of it?   once they had been at least friends, was there some chance that she could salvage at least this one thing?   she swallowed that hope down with a hesitant, saddened smile, unable to trust herself with that emotion.     ❝  i know.  ❞     that was all she planned, and then the words came spilling off her tongue.    ❝  i never intended for mine to push you away.  ❞

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ANDOR APPRECIATION WEEK 2023 | @andorappreciation

↳ Day Six - Favourite Quotes

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[ “You can blame it on the circumstances, the environment, but you made the choices you made, no one else.” ] — @inebranlabl

                   fury burned her lungs, poison eager to leap to her lips, yet she swallowed her bile.   however, no matter how well she could control her tongue in the moment, she could feel it bleeding out her gaze as she glared at her husband.   how she wished she could toss out everything they built in that moment, rid herself of a weight on her life that seemed to no longer appreciate anything she had done for them.   but was that even quite fair?

                   ❝  i am not blaming it on anyone else.  ❞     she wished to, oh how she did.   the pure condescension pouring from him, whether he intended that effect or not, made her wish to retch.   no, perhaps that sensation was already there, the senator pulling nervously down on the cuffs of her sleeves though they rested perfectly upon her wrists.     ❝  have you heard otherwise?  ❞     voice snapped, a vicious edge she could not help, pivoting to face the full length mirror embedded in the wall.

                   only a half or hour or so and she would be introducing their daughter to the son of man she despised, with all the pomp of something far more official than she was ever comfortable with.   because it was.   sick crept up her throat, and she swallowed desperately against it, wishing it away.   introductions at their ages could lead to engagements and… marriages.   a proposal would not be unexpected for their next communication to contain as long as this meeting was not a disaster.   and with leida’s determination to comply with tradition in recent weeks, she had no doubt that as long as the boy wasn’t a complete boarhound, that it would.

                   she could not do this  —  how could she do this?  —  throat swelling as her chest heaved, all her effort shoved into some measure of keeping her expression calm.     ❝  judge me if you wish, perrin, but in one thing we do share this burden.    i would have never agreed if leida felt as we do, and while her desire may be in part due to my inattention and her anger…   you’ve done little to speak ill of this over all the cycles you’ve had with her.  ❞    mon blinked away the tears which threatened to appear, burning the tender skin of her eyes, straightening the layers of her robes.     ❝  you failed to warn her no less than i, but yes, the rest is mine entirely.  ❞    ( please hate him, sweetheart, please.  please stars above, have her hate him. ) 

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ANDOR 1.09 // AHSOKA 1.07 The signature Mon Mothma smirk.

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[ ❝  they do not care if you are good. they barely care if you are wicked. the only thing that makes them listen is power.  ❞ / Mon Mon ] — @debelltio

                    a noncommittal noise thrummed in her throat as she set down her datapad, an ache growing within her shoulder, spiking down her nerves to unsteady fingers.    ❝  that might be, but i am not willing to do what is supposedly necessary.  ❞    her all was what she could give, to project power as a woman worthy of the position they had elected to her to.   even after her successful leadership of the rebellion, she refused to rest upon her laurels, not then, not now.   none of the republic owed her any gratitude, any power, any obedience, simply because of her actions.   true power came from them being willing to trust her, to follow her, to believe her choice would end up for the better.   and if she had lost that, she was not willing to reinvent herself to hold onto that power, no matter her fears for the direction that they may go.   subterfuge certainly, but not much else.

                    ❝  perhaps it would be for the best, after all.  ❞    for how long had she been fighting without a single moment of respite.   retirement would not be too terrible, able to spend more time with her daughters and son, to dote upon her cat, kiss her husband, be the woman they all wished so terribly she could be, the one she yearned to be for them all… but eventually understood she could not be.    ❝  perhaps it is time to give up the reins to another.  ❞

                    those words tasted bitter upon her tongue but she forced a smile to the former imperial.   after all, she was very good at lying, even to herself.

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↳Genevieve O'Rilley as Mon Mothma in Andor S01E06