The story of how Luminara was chosen as a Padawan is that Edrin went up to Mace Windu while still wearing his Temple Guard robes, pulled off his mask and went

“Hey, Mace, I think I want to go back into the field and the little Mirialan girl, I want her to be my Padawan.” 

“…are you out of your mind. Have you been drinking. Why weren’t you sharing? DO YOU EVEN KNOW HER NAME.” 

“I’m sure I can find out.” 

“oh my god.”

kablob17 said I should share my headcanons of how Obi-Wan, Quinlan, and Luminara all got The Talk from their masters, which coincidentally all happened after they started screwing around.  (Like, they had basic health and stuff, but.)

Edrin: “Use protection. Getting pregnant would put a real cramp in your field time.”

Luminara: “…are our species even cross-fertile?”

Edrin: “Don’t use protection and you can find out.”

Luminara: “…”

Edrin: “And have fun!”

Qui-Gon: *did not tell Obi-Wan anything*


Tholme: “You didn’t tell him anything?”

Qui-Gon: “Eh, he’ll figure it out, he’s pretty smart and it’s a good learning experience for him.”

Tholme: “Obi-Wan’s going to get space herpes and it’s going to be all your fault.”

Tholme: *gives Quinlan and Obi-Wan a three hour lecture on birth control, STDs, what you can and cannot catch from various species, and what species humans and Kiffar are physically compatible and cross-fertile with*

Quinlan and Obi-Wan: *completely traumatized*

Yeerk members, please do not swim in the fish tank. Human members, please do not encourage this behavior by betting on races in the fish tank. Goldfish are nervous animals and these races are not good for their psychological wellbeing.

– Edrin 986

(From a conversation kablob17 and I have been having.)

…my brain just delivered unto me the adorable mental image of Barriss and Ahsoka finding holos taken of Luminara and Obi-Wan’s cohort during their younglinghood and early apprenticeships.

The VERY SERIOUS holo taken before they leave on their Gathering. A handful of holos taken when they’re constructing their lightsabers, and another Very Serious one right afterwards. (Back when there were still six people in that cohort, not just five…) A few others. Tiny Obi-Wan and Luminara sparring as younglings, the week before Luminara becomes a padawan. Tiny sulky Obi-Wan all alone.

There is a holo in there of Obi-Wan caught in an headlock by Luminara while Quinlan laughs at them. While Stass is sneaking up behind them with a snowball, and Rig Nema is sitting off to the side fooling with her lightsaber hilt.  (Ahsoka saves this one to show Anakin, who nearly ruptures something laughing.)

There’s another holo of Obi-Wan, Luminara, and Quinlan just after the Trandoshan incident, where the three of them are basically sleeping on top of each other wrapped up in their masters’ cloaks, and just before the holo loops Edrin steps into frame to kneel down and check on Luminara. (This is the only time in the holos that Luminara’s hair is uncovered, I think.)

galaxydivided-deactivated201602  asked:

talk to me about luminara like literally anything luminara id love to read your view on her

Oh my god where to begin.

Luminara is the actual sweetest and nothing bad should ever happen to her.

Everything bad happens to her.

I’ve always had the impression that Young Padawan Luminara was a lot more of a troublemaker than she would like Barriss to believe she was. I mean, her friends were Obi-Wan Kenobi and Quinlan Vos. I don’t buy for a second that they dragged you into trouble and none of it was your fault, Lumi. 

Though her growing up as friends with Obi and Quin, and with Edrin Tazani (@bedlamsbard and I’s OC) as her master, does explain why her default approach to a situation is to be 1000% done with it and she is the most dryly sarcastic Jedi ever.

Luminara is basically Barriss’ mom. Everyone knows that Luminara is basically Barriss’ mom. Luminara knows that she is basically Barriss’ mom.

Luminara is terrified of the fact that she is basically Barriss’ mom. 

She loves that girl so much it hurts, she put everything she had into helping her become the great Jedi that she knows Barriss can be, and she knows just how easy it would be for her to give in to attachment, and not be able to let go of Barriss when the time came.

So she overcompensates and holds Barriss at arm’s length, and as a result Barriss never realized how much Luminara loved her.

In short, Mirialans are pain, Star Wars is pain, everything is pain.

29th Sept. Cycle from Turkish border

I’m still not confident that I will get to sleep in the spot I’ve found. It’s the first place with some potential in miles. I’ve been cycling through very exposed, bleak, ploughed earth landscape mixed with various industries, for hours. Nowhere has been ok for camping and there haven’t been any motels. There is a town 20km away but that’s too far to cycle along a motorway in the gathering dark. So, I feel lucky to have found an area of landscaping around a factory where I don’t think I’ll be seen. It’s actually the closest thing to natural landscape that I’ve seen all day, probably. It’s a very ugly, human-ravaged part of the world.

Besides the ugly landscape, the people have been the friendliest so far. I’ve had more encouraging horn toots and waves today than in the last two months combined. I spoke to two Turkish cyclists who invited me for ice cream and some men at a roadside garage gave me a coffee in their staff room. If people haven’t waved they’ve at least stared.

I passed through one interesting town, Edrine, which had a centre made up mostly of beautiful old mosques and an old Market in a similar style. There I bought a box of baclava and a bag of perfect figs, after calling Lloyds to have them grant me additional funds. Mostly though, today, I’ve been fuelled by concentrated sugar either soaked into pastry, or in sweets and ‘Pit Bull’.

The Istanbul road, that in parts of Bulgaria was barely surfaced, is now a four lane dual carriageway of fresh Tarmac. Maybe thanks to that, or maybe because the curse stopped at the Bulgarian border, I haven’t had a puncture. It is however, quite a boring route that’s been rolling over hill after hill, and the wind has been blowing directly at me.

The signs say that it’s only 120km to Istanbul which is almost walking distance. I think I could possibly get there tomorrow night but will probably split it over two days. It looks like much of tomorrow will be coastal cycling.

Still not been found but if I don’t, I’ll probably spend all night listening. There’ll probably be dogs too. Last night they licked my cooking equipment and scattered my food litter around the field, and barked a lot.