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PEOPLE LIKE MARK TWAIN WROTE IN MARGINS.    //    independent & highly selective & crossover friendly from ‘gilmore girls’ and ‘a year in the life’ 

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     “you have nothing? i have nothing! i have no place to go! i can’t stay at luke’s; i can’t stay in stars hollow. my mother’s a wack job!  ———  i’m not graduating high school! i don’t know what i’m going to do with the rest of my life, but something’s telling me i better find out soon, or i’m gonna be that guy out there on the boardwalk selling the hemp hats!” 

—————  JESS MARIANO.  revamped march 2018. by jackie. 

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reydiiance    //    stranger . 

tatooine.  a desert planet far too similar to one of her past.  she did her best to ignore the memories of a LONELY childhood, of hunger & thirst too, attempting to focus on the task at hand.  they came here for a reason, her, qui-gon, & obi-wan.  the two spoke with some of the locals while she stood off to the side, keeping watch & monitoring for potential danger.  nothing was expected, but rey still had an OFF feeling; she could not manage to place a finger on it.  perhaps it was the slavery that existed here ( a DISGUSTING practice, in her opinion ).  or perhaps…  

a young boy eyeing her saber derailed her thoughts.  he appeared all too similar to someone she once knew in a REFLECTION.  she scowled briefly before crouching down to his level, offering a greeting.  ❝ hello.  what’s your name? ❞

          anakin has many friends, though he’d  been sold away from his home a couple of years ago.  however, strangers don’t talk to him often.  anybody who’s familiar with tatooine can tell what he is;  and if they can’t figure out he’s a slave, they can at least work out how poor he clearly is.    “  anakin skywalker.  ”    that’ll tell her for sure, and she’ll forget about talking to him, for ‘skywalker’ is an old slave name.  she’s got kind eyes, at least, and anakin can sense in that strange way he’s got that she’s not unfriendly.    “  what’s your name?  ” 

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amidalc    //    padmé . 

       “ BUT   IT’S   UGLY,        I   DON’T   WANT   YOU   SEEING   ME   LIKE   THIS.   “          she’s being pathetic,            vain,           childish.           he had seen the scarring before,          only they had been in midst of a battle   &&   there was no time for her to insecure.           now however…           she turns away,           feeling the tears in her eyes   ;;   tears of exhaustion if anything.           “   i look hideous,           ani.   “            she sniffs,            but still lays on the bed to allow the medi droid to take   A   LOOK   at her form.         

                          “   what about you   ???            AREN’T   YOU   IN   PAIN   ???   “

          “  what about me?  am i... hideous?  because i’m pretty sure... mine’s worse than yours.  ”    he smirks, but he does gently brush at her hand with his that’s left.  she’s crying;  and though he doesn’t understand it  —  ugly scars have always been part of anakin’s life, so he’s never thought to think of them  —  he wants her to feel better.    “  you, padmé, can never be hideous.  ”    he blinks blearily, shaking his head, grateful that she’s finally obliged the medi-droid’s ministrations.    “  it doesn’t hurt.  it doesn’t... feel like anything.  ” 

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recklcsshope / @forceson    //    luke . 

                        he only nods in return, going quiet when the menacing figure appears around the corner of the speeder, urging the young boy to stare straight ahead, though he catches the conversation this time. it wasn’t often that luke had to listen to their master or the bosses with anakin around, but the snippets of orders he had listened to had always seemed unusually cruel and THREATENING. “  —  papa? they… cut the rations because of me?  ”  eyes flicker then to his father, seemingly angry and urging precaution from the blonde boy.  “  is it my fault?  ”  had the rations been cut? it never seemed like it… the man never acted different if they did, and it’s enough to make guilt rise up in his throat. luke, though young, was not ignorant. he didn’t think he was. he noticed others in clean, well-pressed clothes, saw ships and fighters of extravagance, and even noted when others wouldn’t flinch at the prices being read off to them, handing over money without a second thought. he knew they were different. they hadn’t a drop of water to waste, a scrap of cloth to toss out, or a hunk of metal that didn’t go unused.

          fury pulls and burns at anakin.  he turns gaze upon his son, despite continuing to drive  —  few but anakin skywalker can manage such multi-tasking in such a tense atmosphere as mos espa.    “  no, lukey.  no.  that’s not your fault.  ”    his tone echoes firmly, his blue gaze solid and completely stern.    “  don’t you worry about any of that.  i’ve taken care of it.  ”    he places a hand over his son’s smaller fingers, squeezing gently.  yes, anakin has been eating and drinking less and less lately  —  not nearly so much as when luke was first brought to him, when his master thought to starve him into getting rid of the boy  —  but none of that is luke’s fault.  anakin will keep working through this dry season, until his master gets better funds flowing for his slaves’ food and water, and always make sure luke doesn’t truly suffer.  he wishes his son wasn’t so skinny, but he can only do what he can do.  one day things will be better for luke, anakin swears to himself.    “  we’re okay, aren’t we?  we take care of each other.  ”    he ruffles his son’s hair, trying to lighten the mood. 

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arabiianmoons    //    princess . 

❝   tell me the truth: you have done this before, yes ?   ❞

          “  a bit.  once or twice.  haven’t  you ever done rolls like this?  ” 

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ofjcdi    //    obi-wan . 

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He sighed. He supposed it had been foolish to assume Anakin would be immediately accepted at the Temple. The other Padawans had been raised together, had slept and ate and learned and played since before some of them could walk. It was only natural that Anakin found it difficult to form a connection when they were already so close-knit.

His heart went out to the boy; it had been no easy feat to drop everything he knew to come live on Coruscant as a Jedi. The life of a Jedi was a difficult one. There was a reason training begun at such a young age, and the council had been right to fear that Anakin had been too old, had carried far too much baggage to find success as a member of the Order. The council had warned Qui-Gon, but his Master had been too stubborn to see, too absorbed in the Living Force to see ahead into the future. But Obi-Wan had made a promise, had held his Master in his arms as the light had left his eyes, and vowed that he would train Anakin. He wouldn’t give up on the boy; he would see him trained to knighthood.

“Give it time; they’ll come around,” he assured him. “It’s best not to dwell on it. Besides, the Council has a mission for us. We’re expected in their chambers.

          mom always took care to listen  to him.  he never worried over whether or not she’d grow tired of hearing his thoughts, feelings, or fears.  that’s not true of obi-wan, however, nor of anyone in the jedi order he’s met so far.  anakin has no business complaining though.  it’s not as though his problems in the temple are as notable as his had been on tatooine.  and he’s sure it’s understandable when obi-wan gets frustrated or impatient with his endless prattling-on.    “  of course, master.  ”    he finishes up with the droid, giving it a final pat on the head as he powers the machine back up.  he wipes his greasy hands on the sides of his trousers before he can think better of it and picks up his robe from its rather mussed and wrinkled place on his bed.  obi-wan is always after him about keeping his room tidy, but his tinkering tools and parts take up most of the storage and shelving;  most everything else ends up piled on the floor or on the mattress.    “  are we going off-planet again?  ”    eagerness peppers and lifts his voice, drawing him from the melancholy frankness regarding the other padawans;  he’s never been good at hiding or controlling his feelings, after all.  when they travel, he often gets to fly, and that’s much more fun than spending all their time on coruscant. 

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amidalc    //    padmé . 

                          “   SHOWER   LATER,         SURPRISE   FIRST.   “         she was much too impatient to wait,          not after she had spent all day preparing his favourite dish.          after careful preparation,        grocery shopping with shmi,         looking over the recipe more times than she could   COUNT.         she lifts his hands to kiss anakin’s knuckles   &&   leads him to the kitchen,         lit by candles with his   FAVOURITE   DISH   set.          “   you can look now…         i spent all day making this,        me   &&   your mother bought the ingredients together…        but i made it   ALL   BY   MYSELF.   ”          for a former socialite who’s meals would always come from a restaurant or a hired chef   ——   she did well if she could   SAY   IT   HERSELF.

          he grins, looking down into padmé’s  eager expression happily.    “  you did all this for me?  ”    nobody but mom has ever cooked for him!  he squeezes her hand, pulling her along with him as he draws closer to the prepared meal.    “  where’d you get those candles?  they’re nice.  ”    they have candles mom makes, but these tapers look store-brought.  the candlestick holders, too  —  they look like real silver.  he takes a long whiff of the fragrant dishes, especially the pasta that’s his favorite.    “  it all smells great!  ”    he kisses her again;  he knows how out of her comfort zone this has likely been for her, and he definitely appreciates it. 

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firstfulcrum    //    pilot . 

“No, please, let him stay. My business concerns him. I wish to buy him and his mother from you.” Reaching out she let her hand fall gently on Anakin’s shoulder. He’d stay, and his disobedience would be on her head, not his. Standing tall she reached for a pouch of wupiupi on her hip. For most people, it would have been unwise to carry so much, but Ahsoka long since stopped feeling fear of such mundane things as muggers. “Fair market value.”

Tossing the bag at the flying junker Ahsoka didn’t care that it was heavy, nor that it hit him in the chest. One rarely behaved politely in the outer rim if they wished to be taken seriously. “There’s enough there for two slaves, plus a tiny bit more for you to keep silent about this.”

Mind tricks wouldn’t work, but she would soon make it clear that his wishes were irrelevant to her. Focusing on Watto Ahsoka did her best to ignore Anakin, his feelings too uncontrolled to comfortably linger on. 

          eyes widen as anakin looks up  at the pilot.  first of all, she can clearly speak and understand huttese, and that’ll throw watto off his game.  second, she wants to buy anakin and his mother.  it’s not rare for watto to receive offers for anakin alone;  he’s a pretty healthy slave, and he’s a good mechanic and pilot, even if he’s never really won or ‘finished’ a pod-race.  he’s survived, and as a human sentient, especially one so young?  that’s exemplary and recommending enough.  shmi skywalker, however, is past breeding age, and she’s not so special to the slavers who ask after anakin.  they’re bantha poo, of course, ‘cause mom is the most beautiful and special woman in the world!    “  this one’s valuable.  i won’t sell the boy.  ”    watto’s greedy eyes do roam over the money, however.    “  i’ll give you the woman, and i will send the boy to work on your ship for your leaving.  all that for this wupiupi is good deal!  ”    anakin’s throat seizes, and it’s hard to breathe.  he pulls his hand from the pilot’s, moving towards watto.  mom always tells him that they’ll probably be separated one day, like all slave mothers tell their children.  but  ———  no!  no, he can’t lose mom!    “  don’t sell mom, watto!  you can’t!  i’ll do anything you want if you don’t  ———  ”    he’s cut off by the backhanded blow from the toydarian’s strong limb and the slew of harsh toydarian, scolding and berating anakin for his impertinence, telling his master what to do and offering what watto already owns from him.  anakin looks down at the floor, hands by his sides, accepting the scolding quietly.  his cheek stings and aches already, but he doesn’t move to touch it. 

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recklcsshope / @forceson    //    luke . 

                    when he’s left face-to-face with his father, the little boy feels half as if he should smile and half as if he should cry. inevitably, he begins with flinging arms around the man’s neck, tackling him into their usual clinging hug. the hug that let them know that they’d managed to somehow stay together through everything.  “  it was okay, papa — we learned easy math and about galactic credits. even though we don’t have ‘em out here. ”  a pause, and he frowns, pulling back just the slightest and blinking up at his father. he couldn’t keep ANYTHING from him. “  i… i did something t’day. promise you won’t get mad?  ”

          he laughs, catching luke easily, lifting  him off the sand.  he’s still too skinny, like most slave children, though he’s free now.    “  bet that’ll come in handy for you one day.  you wanna be a pilot, don’t you?  they use those credits everywhere else in the galaxy.  ”    anakin aches, thinking of luke leaving him one day, though it’s what anakin wants for his son more than anything.  he understands his mother better and better every day spent parenting his own child.    “  what’d you do?  ”    he sobers a bit, but not too much;  luke never disobeys or rebels against him enough to do real damage.  he sets luke back on his feet, though he crouches down to keep them on relative eye-level with each other.    “  are you in trouble?  ” 

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senatorofstars    //    padmé . 

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    her heart aches as he sits across from her, and she watches in admiration as he toys with wires and items she had no understanding of. the ship was silent as it sped through the galaxy, and after a moment she moves to sit next to him, feeling as though despite being a queen, that anakin skywalker had a much larger weight on his shoulders. he had just left his mother and Qui-Gon had been lost in the battle for naboo. the pair hadn’t spoken much since the ceremony. In fact, not at all about Qui-Gon’s death. and were now on a trip back to coruscant. one where they would say their goodbyes, perhaps forever. she would miss his company, but more-so wanted to make sure he was dealing with everything okay. 

     “What are you doing?” she asks, picking up a screwdriver and examining it herself. she had seen far too much suffering throughout the galaxy. whether it be mere children like anakin, it was something she vowed to do everything she could to change one it day. trawling through the sand in tattooine and witnessing the slavery, it made her appreciate her own upbringing and privileges immensely.  “Are you okay?” 

          “  i’m tweaking his astrogation buffer.  right  now, he’s only able to navigate within twenty parsecs of a navi-point.  ”    anakin’s voice is quiet, his eyes keeping on the droid.  he powered the little guy down before starting work, but he keeps a comforting hand  —  watto always says he’s dumb as bantha fodder for caring how mecha units ‘feel,’ but lots of sentients say that about regular slaves, too;  so anakin keeps up his ‘comforting’ and gentle habits with the droids he builds and works on  —  on the top of the astromech’s rounded head.    “  i think i can get him to twelve parsecs.  ”    blue eyes ghost to padmé’s pretty face before returning to the droid and his working hands.  there hadn’t really been time for them to talk since he found out she’d been the queen of naboo all along.  he runs a greasy hand through his hair, instinctively pushing back locks that no longer fall into his vision.  he doesn’t really like his new haircut, but that doesn’t matter;  it’s not as though anakin has ever expected to pick his clothes or hair, anyway.    “  i’m okay.  are you okay?  ”    shyly, he glances up at her, this time keeping her brown gaze.  how had he not seen that she’d been a queen all along?