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[phoenixyfriend]

Re: the AU where Anakin, Ahsoka, and Rex are stuck on Tattooine pre-TPM, how much of the truth does Shmi know? Is she aware that Local Weird Mechanic is her baby boy all grown up?

I addressed this in a previous ask but Shmi is the first person to know they’re time-travelers and, for three years, the only person to know.

Base Post

Anakin didn’t actually think to give a fake name at first, because he wasn’t aware that he was in the past, and assumed that between his Very Famous face and Rex’s Very Recognizable armor, people would just know who he was on sight, even on Tatooine. I imagine that Tatooine, despite mostly ignoring the war, had a lot of the lower classes being very eager for information on the Jedi General with a slave name. Like all else aside, That’s One Of Ours.

So Anakin doesn’t bother with a fake name, and by the time he realizes what’s up with time-travel, it’s too late. He’s already cemented himself in the memories of at least a handful of people that, for whatever reason, he needs or wants to stay on good terms with.

[more under the cut]

The next issue is that Anakin doesn’t want his mom to have her choices taken away. She has friends on Tatooine, despite everything. A husband, in the future, that he understands she genuinely loved. Anakin doesn’t know for sure that his mom would want to leave the planet. He wants to give her the choice, but if she wants to stay on Tatooine, then he needs to free her the “legal” way, by buying her (and little Ani’s) freedom, because otherwise she’ll have to be on the lookout for Hutt Law Enforcement who are looking to get Watto’s property back for him.

If she wants to leave the planet, then it’s easy enough to steal in, deactivate/remove the slave chip, and smuggle her out. They’ve done that before. It’s fine.

But it has to be Shmi’s choice, and Anakin is very adamant about that.

This means that he needs to, you know, talk to her. And ask her what she wants. And the thing is, if he just asks “Hey, can I talk to your slave for a bit,” Watto will have very specific assumptions about what Anakin wants, gross ones. Shmi is also likely to have those assumptions until Anakin clarifies what’s going on. If he just asks her the questions about slavery without a specification as to why he cares, then there’s a solid chance she might assume that he’s there to trap her in questions she can’t answer because he’s been hired to find runaway slaves, and that’s just a mess of its own.

What it really comes down to, for Anakin, is that he has to go to his and his mom’s hovel, where Watto can’t interfere OR make assumptions out loud that have Bad Connotations, and talk to Shmi one-on-one (probably he brings Ahsoka to distract little Ani). His options at that point are two versions of the truth: 1. Former slave who is looking to free her and other slaves, and is contacting her at this point because he wants to prioritize those with children 2. Just telling her that he’s her son from the future

But this is Anakin, who often puts his emotions before his logic, and also really misses his mom. He is a dramatic mess who shows up at her door with a hood to hide his face, says something dramatic but with like... whatever code makes it clear that he used to be a slave and is there for that business, and tells her “here, my teenage apprentice can distract your son while we talk.”

And they sit down, Anakin feeling very awkward, and then he just... takes her hands and lets her feel him in the Force because I imagine Shmi was at least a little Force-Sensitive, if only because it’s more convenient for me if she is. Anakin proves that he is the future version of her adorable six-year-old, and he explains the choices and his plans, and Shmi firmly tells him that if he’s a Jedi now, and doesn’t have an official obligation back on Coruscant, then he can help a LOT more people by staying on Tatooine and joining a freedom trail of some sort. People need help, there’s no war to fight, and Anakin can do as much good freelancing at home as he could going back to Official Jedi Work. She’ll stay to help since she’s got more contacts than he does.

Anakin’s like “yes, absolutely, I will do whatever you say” because he can’t say no to Mom.

They have to come up with a cover story for Anakin and Anakin having the same exact name, especially once Little Ani grows up enough to look like his older self, so Shmi and Anakin work out a plan to claim that she once had a younger brother named Anakin, whom she was separated from years ago, when the brother was a child and she was a teenager. She heard through the grapevine that he’d died, and a few years later had a child that she named after the little brother, as one does. Turns out the little brother isn’t dead, he was freed and joined an army of some sort, got married and picked up an apprentice, and is now back on Tatooine to Free His Sister (and also everyone else).

The “I am my own uncle” cover story will not hold up without Shmi’s full involvement, which is fine because Shmi is willing to play hardball in this situation. Big Anakin is a trained Jedi and war general, and Rex is very good at logistics, and Ahsoka’s a sneaky little shit. They are a great addition to the network of freedom trails on Tatooine, especially since the mix of skills they have is pretty much guaranteed to provide a solid cover for a lot of what they do. Anakin is an expert mechanic, Ahsoka is good enough to proudly claim to be his apprentice, and Rex’s logistic management of the paperwork is good enough to hide a lot of the more secret money that flows through once Hutt Tax People show up.

Running a space mechanic shop means it’s really easy to excuse basically any large ship that stops by. That freighter is just here to get a tune-up, sir! It’s definitely spice they’re hiding in the secret cargo holds, not three dozen escaped sentients.

We have all this medical equipment because of the number of burns we get welding things into place, or the incidents where someone slips and gets cut on a saw. Definitely not there for removing slave chips.

Those shipping manifests are definitely just here so we can project our possible income in the next few seasons by guessing who’s going to be coming through the city, and not us trying to figure out how many of Jabba’s goons we can sabotage without getting caught.

#Anakin Skywalker #Shmi Skywalker #Ahsoka Tano #Rex #time travel #Phoenix Answers Asks #lesbianjaskiers #Sandstorm Verse

[jasontoddiefor]

at what point does eirtae realize that vader was having her teach luke things like politics because he was going to be made the emperor?

Anon how does it feel to be singlehandedly responsible for me updating this story again despite wanting to finish ALttCe first?

Luke was a sweet child, all of Padmé and Anakin’s eagerness and thirst for knowledge. He wasn’t necessarily a fan of sitting still for a prolonged time, but that was easy enough to accommodate. Eirtaé had never seen herself as a teacher, but she and Luke learned how to make it work together. Despite his young age, Luke could teach her plenty about making do with machinery and Eirtaé, in turn, taught him how to perfect his penmanship and grow plants from seedlings. She wrapped otherwise dry lessons up in stories of Padmé and invented ten new games a day to keep Luke interested, occupied, and away from Vader’s planning.

The man hadn’t involved himself too much in Luke’s education. In fact, he seemed to take very little interest in any aspect that didn’t pertain to the Force. He’d outright forbidden Eirtaé from even just mentioning the Jedi, but other than that, there were no instructions for her. Needless to say, it was unsettling. Eirtaé could think on her own, so she put together Luke’s lessons from typical children’s school plans and what she remembered from her own childhood. That it had been over two decades ago since she’d seen the inside of a school and had been training to become Queen at that point seemed to matter little.

So Eirtaé did her duties without knowing what such were. The longer this uncertainty lasted, the more aggravated did she become. It also didn’t help that Luke, ever inquisitive, asked her why he needed to learn a particular subject. Trying to elaborate on politics and law only worked by constantly reminding him that Padmé had been interested in politics. His disinterest wasn’t too surprising. Law mattered little on Tatooine, but Eirtaé would prefer it if she had a concrete answer for Luke besides a “because your father is a prick and won’t tell me why” hidden behind a smile and another anecdote of Naboo’s court.

When one Benduday proved to be the awaited opportunity with Vader appearing in a less awful mood than usual, Eirtaé seized her chance. She planted herself right in front of him, separating him from Luke, who was sitting at his desk.

“For what purpose did you bring me here?” Eirtaé asked without much preamble, staring directly into the dark lenses of Vader.

“Move,” Vader ordered, not particularly impressed, but Eirtaé wasn’t deterred.

“I asked you a question, My Lord.”

She said my Lord as one would say you bastard and hoped it wasn’t too noticeable, not that Vader didn’t deserve it. What wouldn’t she give to look at Anakin’s open face again, see all his micro-expressions.

“You are to teach and guide Luke. I assumed you had understood that.”

The man looked at her like he expected Eirtaé to move out of the way, cease being a nuisance and get back to her job. Luke was distracted still, doodling away in the room behind them. Eirtaé was smart enough to know that his nearby presence was the only reason that this wasn’t already escalating into a repeat performance of the first time she’d confronted Vader about his past. Much like Anakin, he didn’t take well to pushing. Unlike Anakin, he lashed out violently. Eirtaé had yet to carry lasting bruises, but it was only a question of time until she misstepped. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Vader’s patient was thin on a good day.

“I can teach him. I am teaching him,” Eirtaé replied. “But I don’t know to what end. You could have hired any droid to teach Luke mathematics and as neurotic as Threepio was—” and as insane as Artoo had become while flying with Anakin, “—you easily could have built a droid like him to teach Luke. You don’t necessarily need me here.”

It was a dangerous admittance.

One of the first things she’d been taught in her training had been to make herself valuable. Naboo’s handmaidens were favored kidnapping victims as they almost knew as much as their monarch but weren’t special otherwise.

They were replaceable, and so they had to make themselves special and worth the hassle of keeping around. To tell Darth Vader that she wasn’t an essential tool to his son’s education, the one thing her life currently depended on, was a gamble.

Eirtaé had never been fond of games of chance, but she was running out of cards to play.

“I need to know what I’m preparing him for or I will fail regardless of what I am teaching him because it might not be the lesson he truly needs,” Eirtaé finished her argumentation.

“He is my son,” Vader said as if that were an answer.

Eirtaé wanted to scream in frustration. She wasn’t Padmé, who had mastered the art of reading her husband within a week, or Kenobi, who’d been able to predict Anakin’s every step right up until he hadn’t.

“That is a statement, not an answer I can work with. What exactly do you want for your son?”

She got the sense that he was narrowing his eyes at her, torn between just pushing the nuisance out of the way and giving her an honest reply.

Luke is there, she told herself. As long as Luke was within reach, he wouldn’t hurt her, too afraid of what his son would end up thinking of him for hurting his beloved aunt.

“Luke is the son of your Queen. You are meant to protect him.”

“Protect him from what?” Eirtaé hissed, ensuring to keep her voice down so Luke wouldn’t hear their argument. “Because I was also meant to protect my Queen and we failed because we didn’t know enough. I am loyal to my Queen and loyal to the Royal House of Naboo and that includes the child sitting behind me, but you cannot ask me to act on my loyalty and let me risk failing again at the same time.”

She didn’t think she’d be able to bear it. Eirtaé had been the first to understand why Padmé had been so foolish, for she loved the same way as her dear husband did, completely, entirely.

There were no fleeting crushes, no slow descend into love. It was a fast-paced rush. It had taken so much out of her to warm up to her Queen when she’d entered her court, jealousy still running through her veins, but once Eirtaé had been attached, she’d remained, unable to let go, to risk disappointing her Queen. Anakin Skywalker was just the same, as fiercely attached as Eirtaé could be and as Vader that quality only seemed to have twisted even more.

“You will not fail,” Vader said. “For now, teach him that he is the brightest star in the galaxy, that he was meant for all and everything there ever was and will be.”

All and everything, what a terrifying prospect from the Emperor’s enforcer—

Oh.

Eirtaé paled.

Nobody truly knew what Vader’s relationship to the Emperor was. The Emperor had no heirs by blood or adoption, and their Empire was too new to have established any kind of representative line in writing. Its form was not finished yet and Eirtaé dreaded the day it would be.

But Anakin Skywalker had spoken fondly of the Chancellor, his mentor. If Vader mentioned the Emperor at all in her presence, he called him Master and hissed that title in disdain. It did not resemble the love or adoration it used to carry when speaking of Kenobi.

Eirtaé also knew that it frustrated Vader to no end that he had to keep running missions for the Emperor and leave the two of them alone on Mustafar with nothing more than an upgraded droid squadron to protect them. Certainly, if the man knew that Vader had a child, a potential heir, he would give the man more time away.

Or he’d insist on raising the child himself, in the palace, far away from Vader’s influence and paternal care.

Eirtaé stepped aside, let Vader walk to Luke. The boy immediately perked up when he saw his father. Within the blink of an eye, he was out of his seat and had thrown himself at his father, blabbering away about his day and all he had learned today.

Did Luke know what Vader planned?

As soon as the question arose within her, Eirtaé discarded it. If he knew, he would have said something, made allusions to it. The boy was entirely clueless and for all sense and purpose, Anakin had never been a patient man and Vader wasn’t either.

He wouldn’t wait until the Emperor died of natural causes, he wouldn’t wait until his child was old enough and could understand the burden placed on his head.

He wouldn’t hide Luke away for a moment longer than necessary because his son was his sun, everything he loved and adored, the one pure thing in this galaxy.

Eirtaé swallowed as she watched father and son play, levitate little objects around the room.

All Hail His Imperial Highness, Luke Skywalker.

The Emperor.

#star wars #luke skywalker #anakin skywalker #darth vader #eirtaé #tiny emperor luke au #fanfic #lesbianjaskiers #ask

[nevertheless-moving]

“...aaand that’s how we ended up impersonating temple guards for a week.”

Qui-Gon managed to stop laughing long enough to wheeze out a reply, “Oh padawan, you couldn’t have just walked through the temple naked? Or commed someone to bring you robes.”

Obi-Wan flushed scarlet, glad that Anakin’s giggling had forced them to collapse on the ground, meaning he didn’t have to work very hard to avoid eye contact.

“Obviously, in hindsight, we didn’t take the best option," Obi-Wan snipped back. “Now I think all the challenges about me, entitle me to a question of my own, yes?”

There as a general good-natured assent. “Master Yoda- truth or dare?”

Yoda hums thoughtfuly.

“Truth.”

Dooku’s eyes snap open from his increasingly frustrated meditation.

“Ooh,” Qui-Gon says eagerly. The rest of the Jedi lean in eagerly, gaze flickering to the distinctive green humanoid child resting in the Mandolorian’s lap.

“Hm.”

The room holds their breath

“I do not know,” Yoda finally answers, the truth of his answer ringing in the force. “A long life I have lived. Impossible, it is not.”

Everyone processes that for a moment.

“I-” Obi-Wan furrows his brow. “I suppose that counts as an answer...”

“I kindof want to ask a follow-up, but I don’t...actually want to know any more details,” Anakin murmers. Rex nods in fervent agreement with his general.

“Ventress! Truth or Dare!” Ashoka says loudly, breaking the uncomfortable silence. 

“A what,” the Dathomiri asks flatly.

“It’s a dance competition,” Padme explains, watching Ahsoka stretch somewhat bewildered. “Ahsoka, why?”

“If we duel, one of us would probably wind up dead, and this is the next best thing!” Ahsoka answers excitedly.

Ventress looks deeply alarmed.

#400 celebration #ask #star wars #lesbianjaskiers #tvpeong

[willowcrowned]

When Anakin goes through his stoner phase, somewhere in the Force, in another universe, Qui-Gon feels Pride in the disastrousness of his lineage

akdhdkskdgdjj Anakin gets to university and finds out about weed and there’s a period of about 4-5 months where he learns to bake really well because Ma and Pa drilled the dangers of smoking anything into him so he has to make edibles. He writes a lot of mediocre poetry and gets a very bad stick and poke of totoro on his ankle and is generally the most chilled out he’s ever been. He even buys some plants and a beanbag, at which point Qui-Gon, who has been watching him through the Force, cheers loudly. He’s a little disappointed that Anakin isn’t savior-ing anybody but, like, at least he’s not a raging mess of anxiety and depression, which is more than can be said for Obi-Wan

#listen I know small high schools also have weed #but Anakin wouldn’t dare smoke any because he’s sure his parents would find out #(they would) #and he hates when they’re didsapointed in him #asks #lesbianjaskiers #star wars #corn boy anakin au

[shitty-old-guard-deaths]

Hella late but: every mother’s day and on her birthday my dad’s gift to my mom includes cleaning the whole house, especially the bathrooms. He ALWAYS has some form of slipping mishap in the downstairs bathroom - dislocates a finger, sprains his tailbone, concussion, etc

Quỳnh: Why is everything so wet and slippery, Andromache?!

Nile, from a distance: That’s what she said!!!!!

(Quỳnh; Vietnam; 2025; Cause of Death: Indoor Plumbing)

#the old guard #a very disastrous dad #thank you for submitting this is so funny #andromache the scythian #quynh #nile freeman #dadly disaster hour #submission #lesbianjaskiers #sogd

[penny-anna]

what if geralt was one of the old guard???

1) he'd fit right in 2) geralt & yenn as old immortals, jaskier as a brand new immortal who won't stop throwing himself off cliffs just for the hell of it

#lesbianjaskiers

[zim-tits]

I saw "scene Lardo" and flashbacked hard to high school in the late 2000s so thanks for that

YOURE WELCOME

#subculture au #djejsjsjsk #lesbianjaskiers

[phoenixyfriend]

I'm l i v i n g for the time travel parenthood thoughts. I love them all.

I have [counts] eight fics where someone time-travels and gets involved in parenting. Half of them involve some degree of de-aging.

I, uh, have a lot of feelings about fictional parenting.

#Phoenix Answers Asks #thank you! #lesbianjaskiers

[jasontoddiefor]

Wait so what makes a proper Pauline epistle and why is 1 Timothy not it

I learned this in German, so if the academic terminology is not 100% the one used in English discussions of it, I apologize.

Basically, we have these letters of which the author claims to be Paul.

However, the authorship of these letters is contested. Scholars do roughly believe that 1 Cor, 2 Cor, Gal, Rom, Eph, Phil, Philem and 1 Thess were genuinely written by Paul himself (or dictated by him).

The other letters, of which 1 Tim is a part, were not necessarily written by him. “But Elias, the dude’s been dead for 2.000 years - How do we know this?” you ask. Mostly via studying the vocabulary and the content of these letters and fitting them into what we know of Paul’s biography.

1 Tim, 2 Tim, and Tit are special as they are called “Pastoral Epistles” and contain within themselves a “finished” narrative. They are mostly about how you should structure the church, which is in so far strange as that Paul himself wasn’t so much concerned with building up a church that would last for centuries because people basically still expected Jesus to show up next Tuesday. Then there’s also the fact that these letters differentiate between man and woman in a way Paul’s more egalitarian worldview didn’t. Additionally, these letters are concerned with Gnosticism in a way Paul wouldn't be because that school of thought wasn’t as developed during his time.

So the most logical conclusion is that they were written after his death by someone else. Pseudepigrapha (that's what this is called) wasn’t that unusual back then. From a historical POV, the church was in a crisis after Paul’s death. Jesus still hadn’t come back, new and differing schools of thought were popping up - they needed a way to remain unified and steady. So someone picked up the pen and wrote a letter in Paul’s name to remind everyone “hey, we’re still one faith and also maybe we should work together”

Pastoral Epistles | Authorship of the Pauline Epistles | Pseudepigrapha | Pauline Epistles

(Personally, I’m not a huge fan of the Pastoral Epistles. I think they’re interesting as historical documents and as a view into early Christianity, but I don’t think they should be included in the bible.)

#christianity #pauline epistles #bible #not what i expected to ever post about on tumblr but here we go #lesbianjaskiers #ask

[suzukiblu]

I see your star wars aus are having a renaissance and i am LIVING for it

Glad you’re enjoying them! Really, any excuse for handmaiden shenanigans, I am all for handmaiden shenanigans of all shapes and sizes. And, like, Obi-Wan suffering. Gotta include the Obi-Wan suffering. 

(On that note I’m gonna TRY and write a bit more handmaiden!Anakin this week, hopefully I’ll actually have time to.) 

#rintalk #lesbianjaskiers

[nevertheless-moving]

What does the stone soup tag mean?

Hi! I’m going to give you a very long answer cause I’m glad to be asked! Stone soup is an eastern european folktale about sharing that I was recently reminded of.

A few times lately I’ve been very excited about the well-established fandom/internet phenomenon of open-ended creative collaboration. You know when one person says ‘haha it would be funny if x’ and then a different person says ‘ooh that would also be great because y’ and then someone else says oh my gosh i love this so much so i wrote ‘funny great thing z’ and then maybe there’s more, with a fourth person going aslkafjdalfhfhlak or what have you. And sometimes none of them even know eachother! That. I really like that. In general.

I love people’s ability to come up with stories. I love humankind’s ability to work together to create beautiful things that no one person could make by themselves. 

I just...really like people. We do...people things. And, really, a lot of times it’s great.

There was a moment in this other long answer where I said/realized that I didn’t have a specific tag for when I participate in that (adding on to other people’s au or meta) and I was like maybe I should? A lot of how I tag my blog is just how I wish other people would tag theirs because gosh darn it sometimes I want to read everything they wrote in chronological order but you’ve got to tag consistently for /chrono to work.

And then I added on to a post by copperbadge and kyraneko added on to that and I got very excited in the tags of this post about how big it got, because I already admired copperbadge, and when I started scrolling through kyraneko’s stuff I realized I also already admired a bunch of their stuff.

Also while scrolling through kyraneko’s work, I saw the stone soup tag and was like...that...is...perfect.

The stone soup story goes like this: There’s a famine (this is an eastern european folktale after all). The villagers are down to their last scraps of food .

A traveler comes to town (in the version I remember hearing, it was a Rabbi, but the internet says peddler. I imagine there’s a lot of variations on the tale). The town tells the wanderer they have no food to share. 

“That’s quite alright. I have all I need. In fact, I was planning on making stone soup to share with all of you.”

Begins setting up a pot, and a fire. The hungry townsfolk gather. With great ceremony, the traveler pulls out a handful of ordinary looking stones from an ornately carved box, and drops them in the water. 

The townsfolk are skeptical but are assured by the stranger (who the villagers can’t help but notice looks rather well fed considering the times) that in a few hours “there will be a fine meal for all!”

They watch as the pot is stirred with much vigor, and listen as the cook reminisces about the best stone soup they’ve made in times past.

“The soup is quite hearty on its own, but alas, it’s much finer with carrots. I think the greatest stone soup I ever made had carrots!”

“...I may have one or two in the corner of my cellar.” And a man, eager at the prospect of a good meal for his family, sends his son home to fetch the carrots. Another man, seeing that the first did this, does the same, and soon they have a healthy collection.

“Can’t have carrots without onion!” Another woman cries. “It throws off the balance! It will be too sweet!” And she sends her daughter home to fetch an onion. Another woman does the same. And another. 

“Good soup requires meat. I only have a small salted cut left-” “I might have a strip- scarcely enough for a bite, but might be enough to add some flavor-” 

“We were saving this, but-” 

“Nan, don’t we have some potatoes that are nearly about to sprout anyway-” 

In the end, just as promised, there was a fine meal for all. Long after the famine ended, the village continued to reminisce about the finest soup they had ever eaten. 

And marveled at the fact that the first ingredient was just a stone.

TLDR: The stone soup tag is for when I add on to other people’s ideas, but I only recently started using it.

#ask #stone soup #lesbianjaskiers #long post #nevertheless meta

[cylonbarnes]

I'm so confused and I can't find any explanation. What is the destiel wedding thing. Please.

actor chad lindberg (ash from the early seasons of spn) is hosting a destiel wedding at the roadhouse over twitter (i’m not on twitter so I haven’t seen his stuff, idk if it’s ongoing on his page or not started yet or what) and a lot of hellers on tumblr (and twitter) are joining in and posting various ideas about it, like who is attending, how everything goes down, etc. so it’s just the fandom coming together to celebrate a destiel wedding....... this show ended 3 months ago and it will not die

#destiel #destiel wedding #spn #supernatural #lesbianjaskiers

[shitty-old-guard-deaths]

Dadly disaster hour is helping me process my conflicted emotions re: my dad, it's amazing. Anyway when he was in Saudi my dad bumped his head on the outside part of a window AC and dented the shell and frame of the AC unit and just kept walking. He didn't notice his head was bleeding until one of the many staring bystanders pointed it out.

I wanna say Lykon (obviously pre-AC) but they’re all so tall it’s probably happened to every one of them.

#dadly disaster hour #i'm glad you're finding something worthwhile in this circus <3 #thank you for sharing! #yusuf al kaysani #this is another one that i've done #submission #lesbianjaskiers

[letsgostealaleverageblog]

One of my favorite things is that you can date a gif based on Parker's bangs

#Leverage #lesbianjaskiers

[systlin]

So the dress was just one huge piece of cloth, plus the skirt inserts? N I C E

Yep! Started as 5 yards of plain unbleached muslin (I have a lot of muslin because you always need more muslin). It used about 4 yards of it, which means I still have a yard of 60″ muslin for something else, plus of course that other 5 yard bundle of muslin upstairs. 

The skirt inserts were cut from the excess I cut from each side to shape the dress to my body and arms. There was a little excess, which I’m making into a needle wallet because I need one. 

I bought 5 yards of muslin for a whole $25. It WAS on sale; normally that much would have been $36.

Linen would have been more period accurate but hey, I had the muslin here already. 

60″ just so happens to be about exactly how long my armspan is from wrist to wrist, so it worked out perfectly. 

#lesbianjaskiers

[phoenixyfriend]

"because fic writers are horny and Ewan McGregor playing a late-thirties negotiator is on average more appealing to people than Alec Guinness playing a vaguely feral desert hermit."

Correct.

I am but a poor ace lesbian... yet I do know what The People Want

(They want TCW Obi-Wan.)

#Phoenix Answers Asks #lesbianjaskiers