#perfect union

[august-chun]

[mysticdragon3md3]

[tomselleck-ian]

˗ ̗̀ boblin memeboard ❤︎₊˚⊹ 🍔🍷

for my favorite power couple ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂)⸝

[tennessoui]

giving the best dialogue to anakin and padmé divorcing once more lol <3

“If it were your best friend who choked on flowers he couldn’t give you, what would you do?”

Anakin blinks, more than a decade’s worth of Jedi training the only thing keeping him from reeling back. “What?” Padmé’s eyes gleam back at him, hard as flint. “If Master Kenobi developed hanahaki for you, if you saw him in pain because of you, would you have done what I did for Sabé?”

Anakin shakes his head, suddenly lost and feeling rather like the trap has been sprung. “You didn’t do anything wrong to her,” he says helplessly. “You said you paid for her surgery–”

“There were two things I could have done,” Padmé replies. “But I was a good wife. I didn’t even think about the other option. I didn’t even try. Because of you.”

The other option. The only other cure for the flowering disease: for the love to be returned.

Anakin cuts his eyes away from the face of his wife. They jump from the fireplace to the open doors leading to a balcony, to a chair in the corner to the old-fashioned books tucked neatly away in their alcove. “Don’t ask me this,” he says, begs, because Padmé is his wife and once, he loved her ardently.

But she is also a politician, and she knows to never give in when she is so close to her victory. “Tell me what you would do,” she demands softly. “Tell me you would do the same. If it were Obi-Wan dying, tell me you would hold his hand as he underwent the surgery. Tell me that you would remember me.”

“He would never develop flowers for me,” Anakin snaps as if the words have been ripped from his throat, and his hands loosen behind his back, grab at the ends of his hair and then scrub roughly over his face.

Padmé’s lips curl and her eyes flash, a spark of embers beneath a blanket of ash. “Put aside your belief that your master is too much of a Jedi to fall in love, that is not what I want—”

Anakin shakes his head, once, sharply. He feels cornered. Like a wild animal, biting at anything that encroaches into his space. “You asked me to speak and now you will not listen,” he snarls, and he is being cruel. This is cruel.

But this is also the truth, and it is what she wanted. 

“He would never develop flowers for me,” he says again. “Because you only develop flowers when the love is unrequited. And there has never been a moment in my life that I have not been in love with Obi-Wan Kenobi. Is that what you wanted to hear, Padmé?” 

[goldensunset]

O you, who at the world's far-off end dwell,

I know your wish- it is my wish as well.

[dontmean2bepoliticalbut]

[therogerclarkfanclub]

Source: More Perfect Union (TikTok)

[imaginal-ai]

"Star-Spangled" (0002)

(More of The Superhero Style Series)

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[mythostims]

A More Perfect Union.

IDGAF if nobody else cares about monument mythos i GAF and i make stimboards for ME

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[bizarrebobcat]

“what are you made of?”

“good people.”

[littlekinng]

no because it’s about “form and function” and “a bit of both” and “they say opposites attract” and “we have different styles” and “only order? no chaos? sounds boring” and—

[terriblygrimm]

luke, swiftly and efficiently killing dozens of death troopers while looking fab and not breaking a sweat all just to get to grogu and protect him: 💅✨

din, who digs skilled fighters and courageous, honorable people and who also happens to be the single father of said small green baby having gone through hell to keep him safe only to see a person covered head to toe in accordance with his religion to not reveal your face or body: do you like men

[berniesrevolution]

More Perfect Union | CNBC's Jim Cramer raises alarm over United Auto Workers' President Shawn Fain: "I find him frightening." He thinks Fain and the UAW are going too far. "The notion that shareholders are fat cats... that's class warfare. And it's very shocking to hear class warfare."

[tennessoui]

i started the second chapter already lol

“When you were…stating your case to the Council,” Obi-Wan says, every word measured and mild which actually means he’s feeling anything but. “Did you happen to mention Senator Amidala by name?” “Yeah,” Anakin says easily with a shrug. “Pretty hard to tell them I’m married if I don’t mention who I’m married to. Like I said, I think it being to Padmé was a pretty big reason as to why they allowed it. Cause she’s a senator and trustworthy and stuff.”

“Of course,” Obi-Wan says, running a hand through his beard. “And, out of curiosity, did you happen to mention me at all? Perhaps, in relation to your marriage.”

Anakin frowns, casting his mind back. The memories are already a little blurry, given how stressed and worried Anakin had been at the time. He honestly isn’t sure what he said, just knows what the Council had replied with. “Maybe?” he says. “I mean, it’s definitely a possibility. They kept bringing you into it.”

“Quite,” Obi-Wan’s face flickers, drawing up tight for a moment before relaxing. “Then, last question, padawan. Any idea as to why half the Council wished me congratulations and happy kriffing returns on my marriage?” Anakin blinks and says the first thing—the only thing—that pops into his head. “You’re married?”

[nickwheaters]

watching wendigoon explain the monument mythos again because i love this fucking series and i love the perfect union. shoutout to my boy everett, my boy thomas crawford, my unidentified 17 crown airship death ray shooting gun operating army men and my girl nina crawford and my 20ft tall absolutely horrific man-made horror beyond my comprehension statue of freedom.