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  • Aries: Tries to partner up with the smartest kid in the class, but they get rejected so they end up partnering up with a friend.
  • Taurus: The smartest person in class.
  • Gemini: I hate to be THAT person, but they're going to partner with their other personality. PLEASE DON'T FIGHT ME, I CAN'T HANDLE TWO PEOPLE AT ONCE. (I LOVE GEMS, I'M TRASH)
  • Cancer: Their parents
  • Leo: Friends! Friends! And more friends!
  • Virgo: Death because they would literally rather die than work on a group project.
  • Libra: Their phone, their plan is to just wing everything and use the internet for suggestions and to pass time.
  • Scorpio: No one, we hate our peers and could do a better job on a project alone.
  • Sagittarius: Wants to partner with a friend, but will probably end up partnering with a random without a partner.
  • Capricorn: Whoever asks to be their partner first, unless they hate the first person who asks.
  • Aquarius: A friend and either completely fails the assignment or does an awesome job.
  • Pisces: With a close friend, but probably ends up hating them by the time the project is over.

… i am moana of motunui and you will board my boat

I’ve wanted to draw this for quite some time and it finally got done. Mainly just a cute EOS with both of her forms: camera and mobile platform as well. It came out pretty well, if you ask me! X3

in which Darth Vader sprints down the halls of the Death Star with a very angry Princess Leia over his shoulder, and on his way to steal a shuttle from the hangar a great many thoughts go through his head

re-written/expanded version of this three-sentence fic

His daughter.

He had a daughter.

He had almost tortured his daughter.

Princess Leia hadn’t stopped shouting, cursing, and kicking since he had first gathered her up onto his shoulder (gently, carefully, she was his daughter) and run out of the cell. He paid no heed, of course, to her demands to be put back on her feet, and did his best to ignore the blows to the back of his head.

She didn’t know; he could feel her lack of understanding through the Force. Their parent-child bond, which had awakened on his end with the realization of their familial relationship, still lay dormant on her side. He reached out, trying to connect their minds, but of course it was impossible; if she didn’t know, then the bond couldn’t be fully open. For now, it was only one-sided.

She didn’t understand, but she would soon. As soon as they were safe, he would explain everything.

He would tell her that he had been nearly killed by his traitorous Jedi master on the very day she was born. He would tell her that he had thought her dead, had never known she was alive on Alderaan all this time, because had he known he would have come for her, of course he would have. He would tell her about Padmé, she looked so much like her –


His step nearly faltered as a wild, desperate hope filled him. If their daughter was alive, then that meant Padmé had survived his anger on Mustafar; could she be alive too? Was she also on Alderaan, waiting for him to find her and their child, waiting all these years for him to come back to her? He reached into the Force, seeking confirmation, practically begging for it to be true –

It wasn’t. She was dead, and he was foolish for imagining otherwise.

He had been told of Padmé’s death mere seconds after rising from the operating table. He had looked frantically to the Force, just as he had now, when Palpatine had said those words – it seems, in your anger, you killed her – and had felt the truth then as well; had felt her absence from the Galaxy as keenly as he felt the absence of his freshly-severed limbs. He had watched her funeral on the Naboo holonews, too, seen her body lying in the casket with his own eyes.

But… her body had still looked pregnant, then, swollen with the child he thought had died with her. But she hadn’t died, Leia was here, alive and very much kicking over his shoulder. Which meant –

His master had lied; he hadn’t killed Padmé in his anger. And the Organas – the Organas, the traitorous Senator and Queen – had stolen his baby and made Padmé’s body appear as if she had died in the womb.

He would kill them.

Rage and hate filled every inch of his being like a howling storm, and the Dark Side rushed to meet it, beckoning with sweet, familiar power.

No. Not yet.

He’d let himself become lost in his own dark fury on Mustafar, and he had strangled Padmé. He would not allow history to repeat itself; he would not lose control around Leia.

He pushed away the Dark and promised himself soon.

Soon he would rain devastation down upon the ones who had taken his child. Soon he would unleash the wrath of a Sith Lord – of a father – and make the guilty pay for their crimes in blood and pain and unmerciful death. Soon

His thoughts were interrupted by a particularly vicious elbow to the back of his neck, which sent a rather painful current of shock down his spine. It was accompanied by a choice selection of Huttese swears, shouted in a voice so loud and powerful that Vader half-expected the walls to start shaking around them.

He had to admit, he was somewhat impressed. He had lost track by now of how many different languages Leia had sampled in the last few minutes; she seemed convinced that somewhere in the many tongues of the Galaxy there was a vulgar word or phrase that would halt him in his tracks and force him to let her down.

Well, he thought, a touch amused despite the urgency of the situation, she could keep swearing that blue streak until she was blue in the face; he would set her back on her feet when the time was right to do so, and not a second before.

Which, as he was rapidly approaching the Death Star’s large and unprotected (from him) hangar, would actually be quite soon.

Stormtroopers and officers scattered as he raced through, not slowing down by a second. He quickly scanned the facility for something that would suit their needs; not that one, not that one, certainly not a TIE fighter… was there nothing on this damn station that would –

There! A shuttle; small and fast and in pristine condition. Perfect.

He stretched out an arm and opened the shuttle with the Force, screeching to a stop in front of the first seat inside and quickly – carefully – shrugging Leia off of his shoulder. He caught the look of mixed outrage and dizziness on her face as he straightened up, and before she could get her bearings he pushed her gently down into the seat and strapped her in tightly. He broke the safety strap’s locking mechanism in a way that would keep her from escaping, and without a word – they weren’t safe yet, and truthfully he didn’t even know what he was going to say when they were – made his way to the cockpit and started the shuttle up, tearing out of the hangar before some petty officer could gather enough of their wits about them to throw a wrench in their getaway. Back in the passenger area, Leia had started up again, outdoing her previous performance over his shoulder by a mile; her protests increased in both volume and vulgarity, a feat he almost wouldn’t have thought possible. But she was, after, his and Padmé’s daughter; he supposed the impossible was to be expected.

As he prepared to make the jump to hyperspace, his hands paused over the navigation system and he suddenly realized that he didn’t have the slightest idea where they were going to go. Fool, he mentally berated himself, casting about for some safe, nearby planet he could take her to.

Alderaan. Of course, she was the Princess of Alderaan. She would be safer there than on any other planet in the Galaxy; that’s where they would go.

And on Alderaan, he thought darkly, punching in the coordinates, he was likely to find a certain Senator and Queen. He gripped the controls tightly as they entered hyperspace, the stars stretching into blue-white streaks of light.

He was very eager to speak with them.

this is the longest single chapter I have ever written. I am very proud.

if anyone thinks I’m writing Vader well, PLEASE tell me, because I feel like I’m doing okay but I can’t be sure.

madelienepotter  asked:

Ok so I recently listened to the BATB soundtrack and it's stunning! As usual my Newtina heart intervened and when listening to Belle (reprise) all I hear is Tina and how she longs for someone to understand her and how she wants adventure in the great wide somewhere! Ugh. My love for this ship knows no bounds.



I actually added “How Does a Moment Last Forever” by Celine Dion to my Newtina playlist, I mean…

“How does a moment last forever?
How can a story never die?
It is love we must hold onto
Never easy, but we try

Sometimes our happiness is captured
Somehow, our time and place stand still
Love lives on inside our hearts and always will

Minutes turn to hours, days to years and gone
But when all else has been forgotten
Still our song lives on

Maybe some moments weren’t so perfect
Maybe some memories not so sweet
But we have to know some bad times
Or are lives are incomplete

Then when the shadows overtake us
Just when we feel all hope is gone
We’ll hear our song and know once more
Our love lives on

How does a moment last forever?
How does our happiness endure?
Through the darkest of our troubles
Love is beauty, love is pure
Love pays no mind to desolation
It flows like a river through the soul
Protects, persists, and perseveres
And makes us whole

Minutes turn to hours, days to years then gone
But when all else has been forgotten
Still our song lives on
That’s how a moment lasts forever:
When our song lives on.”

Personally I could relate the entire BATB soundtrack to both Newtina and Jakweenie but…

(also Newt is a beast :p)