It is a period of civil war. Rebel spaceships, striking from a hidden base, have won their first victory against the evil Galactic Empire. During the battle, Rebel spies managed to steal secret plans to the Empire’s ultimate weapon, the Death Star, an armored space station with enough power to destroy an entire planet. Pursued by the Empire’s sinister agents, Princess Leia races home aboard her starship, custodian of the stolen plans that can save her people and restore freedom to the galaxy….
okay so i was having thoughts this morning about how i believe that obi-wan was probably t h e best master for anakin under the circumstances (and a few others) and how as much as i hate predestination, if you accept anakin as (one of?) the chosen one(s), then he is fated to bring about the fall of the Jedi - cos you can’t have balance when the lightside outnumbers the darkside by as much as it does. and i started thinking about how what if the universes where obi-wan is his master greatly delays him fucking off to the darkside and bringing about the end of the Order? well, he was all of 23 when that happened, which means in other universes, where obi-wan is not his master, he probably abandons the order much younger than that.
okay, so - an au where.
an au where qui-gon lives. despite reasons why it probably wouldn’t happen, he becomes anakin’s master, obi-wan fucks off to do Knight Things and Grow As His Own Person. anakin has his canonical crisis of faith and great realization that being a jedi is difficult and not actually all that he thought it was going to be. he fucks off from the order - say around the age of fifteen?
qui-gon, despite everything, goes off to hunt him. despite this “betrayal”. after all, anakin is the chosen one, right? so he even goes so far as to call in obi-wan to help him find anakin. meanwhile, anakin is employing every last trick in the book to remain out of reach. he won’t go back - he won’t. he can do more good out there in the galaxy, instead of tied down by the (hostile, tbh) jedi order.
it just so happens that obi-wan finds him. rather than try to arrest him or anything (leaving the order is not a ‘take into custody’ offense, as obi-wan well knows) and actually talks to anakin about the reasons why he’s fucked off. he finds the reasons understandable. besides, becoming a jedi is not being conscripted. anakin has the right to leave if he feels like it. obi-wan tells him that it’s fucking dangerous for a half-trained force sensitive out there in the wild galaxy, but when anakin doesn’t change his mind (because he’s hella stubborn tbh) obi-wan is just like “welp” and lets him go. he tells qui-gon he never found anakin, but that it’s really unreasonable to hunt the kid down for fucking off. it’s another thing that qui-gon and obi-wan don’t see eye-to-eye with.
so that’s that, right? they’ll never see the chosen one again.
but wait, there’s more. So of course the Sith find anakin. he must bring balance to the force. Dooku and Sidious play bad cop/good cop until anakin is firmly under Sidious’ thumb. (presumably, Qui-gon would have found nine hundred different ways to keep anakin away from palpatine, who might even have been the one to plant the idea of running off into anakin’s head on the few times when he was allowed to speak with the kid). anakin goes corrupt, as you do when siths are fucking with your head, and the story proceeds.
here it is, the fall of the jedi order, and order 66.
ymmv what happens to qui-gon. does he live through even this? or is he shot down protecting obi-wan? in either case, obi-wan survives as he tends to, trying to regroup with the rest of the surviving Jedi. of course, you have this wretched sith lord, Darth Vader, hunting them all down. his skill with a blade is unparalleled. no jedi who has faced him has survived.
when he finds them, obi-wan stays back, sacrificing himself to save the others. and yet, to his surprise, darth vader does not kill him. darth vader himself does not understand entirely why, only that once when he was very young, a jedi heard him out and let him go.
he does not let obi-wan go, but neither does his blade fall.
Summary: Dean’s made his deal and the Reader is unhappy about it. Denial and a hefty dose of ignoring Dean seem to be her way of trying to fix her broken heart, but will it work?
Warnings: Language, angst, implied smut, Dean being a turd and the Reader deflecting his attempts to fix things.
A/N: This was a request from @waywardlullabies from literally 3,000 years ago that I am just now finishing. Thank you vacation for the stroke of inspiration and thank you insomnia for the time to write it. Based off the song End Credits by EDEN. If you haven’t checked out this little indie band you are FUCKING MISSING OUT. So do yourself a favor and listen before reading this. Or listen while reading. And after. And for the rest of your life. You’re welcome. Also, this is entirely third person. Which I’m liking.
Sun is blaring through the open windows, the spring air the perfect temperature. Everything should be perfect, and if someone were to be looking in from the outside, if someone were to bump into the handsome young man and pretty young girl in the sleek black car, they’d think it was. Because that’s what spring offers, a feeling of hope, new beginnings, new life.
How about some headcanons on how the straw hat crew & law would react watching their first child do adorable moments (baby's first words,beginning to walk,ect.)? Please and thank you
pARENT HC’S ARE MY JaM OMG
Monkey D. Luffy:
He grins really wide when they start trying to walk and laughs if they fall over
But he’s there picking them back up off their feet and telling them to not give up
When they start saying their first words he instantly tries teaching them random words he likes rather than actually teaching them helpful words and sentences.
He really wants to teach them how to fight, even before they’re crawling
He’s more responsible than Luffy in knowing how old they should be before they start earning fighting techniques they want to learn, but is mostly clueless in mostly everything else when raising a baby.
He gets happy hearing them talk and seeing them walk for the first time and tries to help them along when they need it.
He feels so proud seeing them trying to imitate his fighting style though
If they’re really honest and serious about learning he will sit down with them one day and explain what being a swordsman really means and fight techniques.
Until then, he prefers them watching his train rather than getting themselves hurt without proper training
They call her ‘Mama’ for the first time and she gets so happy. She absolutely smothers them with kisses all over their face, even more so if it’s their first word. If she has a S/O she’ll playfully talk about being the favourite parent.
She’ll sit her child across from her and encourage them to walk over. They stumble a little at the end but Nami catches them and coos over how well they did. She’ll probably spoil them a tad with some cute clothes for doing such a good job.
The first time they steal something is an accident. They kind of just picked something up and forgot they were holding it while walking out of the shop with Nami. She only notices they have a small toy that she doesn’t remember buying when they get half-way through town and she points it out.
The kid looks at it. realises they accidentally stole and they get very evasive, not wanting to get into trouble “Where did you get that, Sweetie?” “ I dunno.”
She eventually gets them to confess and she can’t help but laugh, gently scolding them for not telling the truth sooner.
He is so excited to see them walk and talk for the first time omg
But his favourite thing is when they start trying to read bedtime stories to him, even better, making up their own stories. He’s so happy to listen and encourage them. He still loves telling them stories though, and they end up swapping little nonsensical stories that are absolutely absurd but are so endearing
He’s happy to see them walking and crawling around but when they get near something remotely dangerous for them (everything in his minds) he gets a little finicky and gently lifts them onto his shoulder to keep them close
He once nearly dropped them over the rail of the ship because they wanted to see the fished jumping out of the water and he still hasn’t emotionally recovered.
He cries so much dude. He gets so emotional seeing them talking and walking for the first time. He cuddles them up close and for weeks after mentions how proud he is of them.
He excitedly blabbers about it to the crew, and he looks so happy that no ones wants to tell him to stop. Even Zoro lets him go off about it without provoking a fight.
After teaching them to walk he will likely teach them how to dance. He loves gently having their little feet on his and they get so giggly when he spins them and lifts them up, it’s so wholesome.
He doesn’t want them handling kitchen stuff till they’re a bit older, but if he needs to cook while keeping an eye on them he’ll let them watch him and he’ll just gently narrate what he’s doing. It actually keeps them both calm, him especially because he doesn’t want to smoke too much around his baby, and talking to them keeps him a bit more distracted from wanting to smoke.
Tony tony Chopper:
He reads a ton of books about baby development to make sure he’s prepared and what will be good for the baby’s learning. He gently eases them into a small learning schedule
When they manage their first words he gets so excited and he praises them for ages, and tries getting them to say it over and over, especially if it’s ‘papa’
When they get a little older he starts teaching them a few medical tips that could help them out if they got injured and separated from help. He gets so worried that they’ll get injured when he’s not around so he teaches them as many safety things as possbile.
She’s so happy when they start learning to walk and talk. I feel like they’d start learning pretty early tbh. Robin just loves talking to them a lot and responding to their little nonsensical babble. She know’s they’re trying to communicate and she’s eager to indulge.
She helps them with walking using her devil fruit. When they start swaying over to one side a hand will just come up and gently nudge them back.
Same goes for when they’re about to topple down the stairs. A few hands will just gently turn them around and nudge them in a safter direction.
There will likely also be a comment such as “Whoops. There we are, sweetie… We don’t want you falling and snapping your neck, now, do we?” Que oblivious baby giggles.
He cries when they call him anything related to ‘dada’ for the first time. He’s holding them close and promising them that he’ll always look after them
He doesn’t hold them too much because he’s so scared he’ll injure them some way, but he’s still so affectionate, gently rubbing their head, reading to them ect.
One day his kid kind of just ? Get’s up and waddles over to his leg and clings to him. He’s watching them the whole time speechless and when they grab his leg he just sobs and lifts them up and nuzzles them, crying the whole time.
They grow up their whole life being trolled by his inevitable dad jokes, so they kind of pick up on his sense of humour and his embarrassing nature They end up being one of those kids that get really fussy about wearing clothes and try removing clothes when ever they can.
Watching his lill kiddos growing up and learning is so fascinating to him and he’s always in awe when they do anything for the first time. Heck, he gets excited when they hiccup for the first time
He’s so scared to handle them because of his boney appearance, but he does his absolute best to be gentle when holding them up or talking to them. It calms him more to teach them through song, making up little catchy verses and rhymes and it’s so cute ImAGINE he sits across from them and teaches them little rhymes along with little hands dances to go along with the song and their both giggling and having fun.
Hearing them trying to imitate his laugh makes him cry a lot. He’s so happy and he gently presses his forehead against this and hes sobbing and his baby is just babbling happily
He sees them trying to learn how to do the 90 degree trick and they end up falling over and he’s instantly picking them up and checking over them, trying to distract them from crying. He teaches them how to do it but is cautious of making sure they don’t hurt themselves
I like to imagine his kid is one of those kids that are so quiet and shy for a long time and no one thinks they can actually talk until one day they just come out with their first sentence.
He smiles when they first walk and is encouraging, but he doesn’t over react or anything. He’s definitely proud of them, but it’s something that most kid learn so he’s not too fazed.
He’s actually really excited for when he can sit down and tutor them in whatever their interested in learning, especially anything medical.
He’s a bit more blunt and a tad bit distant, but he always makes sure his kid knows that he is proud of them
Mike officially knows more about the meanings of different flowers and
the politics behind seating charts than he ever imagined knowing.
He’s lying on his bed, surrounded by magazines and binders, and his head
is swimming with it all. But he keeps reading, because Jenny left this with him
as homework, and if he knew accepting Jenny’s request to be her best man (“it’s
better than man of honour, and besides, apart from my soon-to-be husband you
are my best man”) came with homework he might’ve said no.
Okay, he still would’ve said yes, but it would’ve been nice to have a
heads up before he started drowning in colour charts and invitation designs.
He reads through all the bridal magazines and checklists Jenny left him
with (“this is just phase one, Mike, wait until it comes time to actually start
choosing things”), and when Harvey walks into their bedroom an hour later Mike’s
reading an article on the differences between mermaid and fit and flare -
because apparently there is one - and thanking his lucky stars that all he has
to worry about is his tux.
“Something you want to tell me?” Harvey asks, an amused glint in his
eyes as he takes in the scene before him.
“Adam finally proposed, so Jenny wants me to help her plan the wedding.”
“Of course she does,” Harvey says, shedding his jacket and shoes before
joining Mike on the bed and leaning over to kiss him hello. “Looks like she
bought every bridal magazine there is.”
“Pretty sure she bought more than that. I think I saw several back
issues in here. Either that or she’s been secretly buying bridal magazines for
the past year hoping Adam would be propose.”
“Sounds like good planning to me,” Harvey says, reaching for the nearest
magazine and opening it to the first marked page.
Mike finishes his article and moves on to the next one Jenny
highlighted: unique wedding and reception venues in New York.
Mike doesn’t know what makes him say it. But before he even realises it
his mouth has opened and he’s saying, “If I ever got married I think I’d want a
destination wedding. Small, intimate. Be able to start the honeymoon straight
away, you know?”
“What do you mean if?”
Mike puts the magazine down and turns to Harvey, surprised. This must be
showing on his face because Harvey raises his eyebrows in silent question. “I
mean, it’s not as if you’d ever marry me. Which is fine,” he hastily adds,
“because we’re together and happy and that’s all that matters, right? It’s not
like you need a marriage certificate to validate a relationship.”
“Of course I’d marry you, Mike.”
Mike’s heart is suddenly beating very fast. “You would?”
“Why are you so surprised by that?”
“I don’t know, coz we’ve never really talked about it I guess. And with
you never committing to anyone before me, and what happened with your parents I
Harvey sits up properly, turns to give Mike his full attention. Mike
feels the weight of Harvey’s stare like a physical presence. “Mike, I didn’t
commit to anyone before you because I couldn’t find anyone worth committing to.
I was waiting for you. And as for the rest of it, you are I are not my parents.
We are nothing like them.”
“So you would marry me?”
“Of course I would,” Harvey says, voice impossibly fond.
Mike smiles slowly, reaching over and clasping Harvey’s hand. “Hey
Harvey, will you marry me?”
Harvey’s returning grin is a thing of beauty. He
leans down and kisses Mike. “Yes.”
“does this actually count as a plot or is it just a random series of actions and feelings the characters are going through and not an actual story?” a novel by me that i will never publish because i’m not sure if it actually counts as a plot or is just a random series of actions and feelings the characters are going through
Some random meta on Zabrak horns, hair, and jewelry because I never see any of it. @anjastasia wanted me to tag them o3o
In both Zabrak subcultures, the color, number, pattern, and decoration of horns, and growth of hair has long been an integral part of determining everything from clan, rank, marital status, and role. In modern days with the people so spread across the galaxy, they have come to be more associated with self-expression, though in old colony worlds and among the upper class of Iridonia, these traits still matter culturally.
Horns grown in a variety of patterns, numbers, and colors. Old beliefs held that the length, shape, and spacing determined an individual’s role on life. Certain arrangements were supposed to designate great strength, wisdom, or creativity.
Horns come in four basic patterns: center ridge, double ridge, circlet, crown. And three uncommon ones: triple ridge, forehead only, sides only.
Typically, Zabrak will grow between 7 and 12 horns of varying sizes, fully grown in by early adulthood. Fewer horns, while increasingly uncommon, is not always a sign of malnutrition. More than 12 is largely held as proof of good genes.
There is a large social value on large, sturdy horns and clean symmetry.
They rarely grow past 2.5", with 1.5" being average.
In extremely rare cases, full-blooded Zabrak may not develop horns at all, once thought to be a curse, now understood as a symptom of Bej-ron’s Syndrome.
There is little genetic correlation between a parent’s horn pattern and their childrens, though there is some with the number of horns.
The horns begin to come in during adolescence in all Zabrak and male Zabrak-human children.
Common horn colors are: bone, ivory, off-white, pale yellow, pale grey. Dark grey is exceedingly rare and only occurs in Zabrak subspecies with the red skin tones.
In the modern era some Zabrak dye their horns to a variety of colors, though this practice is frowned upon by traditionalists and the color takes years to wear off due to the intense colors and chemicals needed.
Engravings and carvings of the horns were once common and held social and religious significance but have since fallen out of style, largely due to the pain of receiving them and the fragility of the horns afterwards.
HMMMMM i never had anyone asked me this before tho lmao
idk maybe because i love the stark difference when the tsun is mostly a cocky asshole to anyone until That One Person comes into their life and just??? makes them softer and kinder but ONLY around that one person???
theres also the fact that they try their hardest to deny their feelings but MAN the blush in their face and the stutter in their voice are so obvious its…so fucking cute
they are also some tsun tropes who are actually suffering and see the world in black until That One Person comes into their life and just…adds colour into their world…
🔹 Karen can’t remember a night where she can’t hear gunshots through her paper thin walls. Sometimes it’s a drive-by, others a drug deal gone wrong at the corner, and sometimes there’s too much shouting and chaos to tell, but it doesn’t matter, because as soon as it starts she turns on the tv. And she waits. Waits for the media’s frequently used picture of a white skull to appear on screen. Waiting for the reporters with too much make-up to announce, with either joy or sadness– depending on the time of night– that the Punisher is dead. Most nights the shootings aren’t even worth reporting, and sometimes it really is Frank’s doing, but it’s never what she fears it will be. Regardless, she wakes up every morning with the tv still blaring and her heart still hurting, because it may be a new day, but it doesn’t change what happens at night.
🔹 There’s a coffee shop at the end of Karen’s block. The coffee is crap, but the people don’t ask questions when the ex-marine comes stomping in at 3am, bruised and smelling like gunpowder. He sits near the window, in a booth facing Karen’s apartment. He knows exactly which apartment is hers– and not just because the outside wall is newer or the window doesn’t match the rest of the place– but because it’s burned into his memory. He sits there sometimes, watching, waiting, hoping to get a glimpse of her before he leaves. He usually doesn’t. It’s still early after all. But sometimes, if he stays long enough, he can see her silhouette against the curtain as she moves to turn off a light– tv probably– and he nods, silently telling himself she’s fine. Only when he feels absolutely sure, he leaves.
🔹 Karen’s an ace reporter. Nobody besides Ben Urich have ever rivaled her sleuthing skills and determination to see the truth brought to light. But even she can’t find out who sends her anonymous tips about sleezy landlords ripping off their tenants and cover-up stories executed by shady business men. The tips are always accurate, frighteningly so, and she has her suspicions but she’s never actually seen or heard Frank leave them. Until one day a message come in on a hand written note on a dog’s collar. Something about animal-testing in a shampoo factory downtown. It’s definitely from Frank.
🔹Frank insists he doesn’t need help, from anyone. Ever. But there are a few, rare, nights where his resources haven’t led him anywhere near his next target and he has nowhere else to turn. He sits in the same seat at that same diner they’d gone to so many months before, and orders the same amount of black coffee. Except this time, Karen doesn’t sit across the table from him, she sits in the next booth over, her back to him. He notes with a half smile that she taps her pen nervously on the table as she orders her own coffee. As soon as the waitress is gone, Karen’s head leans down as her pen flys over a piece of paper. Neither speak. And when Karen finishes her coffee, she pays and leaves. In her place, sits a folded up piece of paper that he grabs covertly and shoves deep in his pocket. Her handwriting is neat and precise and, of course, her Intel is spot on as always. The next day, when the job is done, he slides the piece of paper under her door frame, a THANK YOU hurriedly scratched over the top. “You could have at least paid for the coffee!” She yells through the door. He promises himself he will next time as he shoves his hands back in his heavy coat pockets and disappears out the back door.
AU where Kiku is a freshmen deliverer who has to deliver package for Alfred, a man who always wear a bunny hat everyday. He very curious about his face until one day……
This AU is actually come from a Shounen Ai manga named “Hana to Usagi”. It’s not about ameripan but this is a very cute short manga, you guys should try read it :3 I’m not own this story board, I just cover from it ‘ v ‘)~
Actually in that package is flower petals if anyone curious ~