Ladies day out

Drew this a while ago for @untoldstoriescwzine :)

Leia Organa is many things. She is a princess, a senator, a daughter, a sister, a rebellion general and a Republic leader. These are the things that she knows, these are the things she claims. She bought them in blood and sweat and tears and pain. They are hers.

Leia Organa is not a Skywalker.

Luke would argue with her. Luke has argued with her, told her over and over again that she has a right to that legacy, told her stories of Tatooine and his their ancestors, tales and history falling from his lips and crackling like embers, like lightning storms that have never graced the planet. He does not speak of their father, because Leia doesn’t want to hear it, but he tells her other things. Her name was Shmi, is a whisper in the dead of night, in the bunks of the Millenium Falcon. She was a slave, comes when the day is dying and its blood spills across the sky, in the jungles of Yavin VI where a rebellion once readied to take on a moon. She was kind comes when there is blood spatter across his exhausted face in a now-empty imperial stronghold, and Leia has a blaster hole in her shoulder that has them waiting for med evac.

(The pieces are always surrounded by death, the only living thing in a sea of it. She doesn’t know if it’s intentional or if he’s just lived in it so long that it’s the only way he can tell her. She doesn’t ask. She doesn’t ask a lot of things).

Leia knows of a woman named Shmi, a kind woman, a slave–a mother and a mechanic and the First Freed of the Skywalkers. She hears of this woman, of sand and sun and fire and ember, so much like Luke it hurts.

And that is how Leia knows she is not a Skywalker.

Leia does not have sand in her bones. Leia is of Alderaan, and she has water filling her heart, greenery twisting from it in place of veins. That is its legacy, greenery and life and water. She’s not quite the solid strength of Alderaan. That is what makes her people, that quiet resolve and steady hand. Leia is… not. She’s an ocean storm, of lashing wind and water, of towering, crashing waves and a terrible, terrible indifference (the storm does not care who is caught in its bows so long as it rages).

Leia grew up on Alderaan. She grew up in palaces and senates. She never wanted for food, for water, for a roof over her head or a place to sleep. She was never quite safe, but she was as close as she would ever get. She was a Princess. Her parents loved her, and so did her people.

Leia Organa did not live a slave’s legacy. And some part of her will never claim it, can never claim it, because she knows she’s never lived it. Will never live it. Her hands are rough from work she chose to do. Hardship she, truly, did not have to take on. Luke, on the other hand, grew up on Tatooine, that planet soaked in burning sunlight and slavery. He grew up knowing the price. He grew up as a First Free Born, and he knew what that meant. Leia doesn’t. Not really. And she knows she won’t ever really know. She won’t ever really understand (There are some things you must have carved into your bones, and sand can carve even the hardest of stone).

So Leia is not a Skywalker. Not in the way it would mean on Tatooine. They way it means to Luke. But even if she was, sometimes she looks at Luke, bright with the after image of a grandmother he will never meet, and it sits, unfamiliar in her chest.

Anakin Skywalker. Darth Vader. These are men Leia will never claim, and Luke would never ask her to. But Shmi is different. Shmi is kind.

Leia is… not. She is compassionate, yes, merciful, yes–determined and righteous and a spitfire kind of mad that grips injustice by its throat and shakes it like a terrier until its neck breaks. She is fierce and she is helpful. But she has too many sharp edges for kind.

Still, sometimes Leia feels a sort of duality with that ghost of a woman long gone. A kinship of sorts, but not one born of blood. Because Shmi was like a sandstorm. Immutable, inevitable, kind in only the way a force of nature born harsh could be. Leia was a storm, too–but she was one born of water and rage and indifference. But still, they are both storms, forces of nature. Opposites. Yet kin, in their own way. Sometimes Leia feels like she might be her mirror, a water child of ocean storm. Desert and sea. Kindness and compassion. Dead and living. Slave and free. They share nothing but their differences.

Shmi is still the closest Leia might have, in another life, claimed.

(Luke is hers, forever and always. They are two sides of the same coin and linked so intrinsically that he feels like a phantom limb, like an extension of herself. Luke is her kindness, and she is his pragmaticism, his hardness, and somehow she thinks that’s fitting. A Tatooine boy battered by winds of fate and misery, and it only made him kind. Her, held under pressure for so many years the carbon in her body turned to crystal, diamond-hard.)

But it is not another life. Leia is a princess, a senator, a daughter, a sister, a rebellion general and a Republic leader. Leia is an Organa. So Leia sits with Luke around fires, in the dead of night when the hyperdrive whirrs in the background, when he is bright-eyed in the sunlight, and listens to the stories of the Skywalkers. She listens. She learns, because they are Luke’s. And Leia Organa would do almost anything for her brother.

ok she’s back with part 15 of sw as texts in my screenshots

the rest of em :)

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This is the movie series I wanna see. Credit to the creator! 

@symeona I just saw your reblog and scowered my saved clips and I found an older clip of a Padme mod where she is basically a jedi and she battled Darth Vader. I know its not exactly how you wanted it to look like, but I thought it was pretty funny. The mod made her a bit too overpowered since it reskinned Anakin's existing character and abilities, but its still cool to see.

(403): At 27 it's no longer called 'slutty', it's called having a healthy sex life...

Me: I watch the Star Wars prequels for the plot

The plot:

My favourite Star Wars set photos (part 5)

(Cause I ain’t stopping)

Harrison’s face lol

Precious Carrie Fisher playing with snow:

Like mother like daughter

We all now Vaders “She was alive, I felt it” quote after sidious told him he killed padme

Which could mean that he only went to fight obi wan because he knew padme was physical well as in she isn’t dying

But then what would he have done if she wasn’t well? Would he still have gone to fight obi wan or would he have immediately grabbed padme and went to a space hospital? Would obi wan let him grab padme? Would they have teamed up again to save padme? Would he have realized what he had done and that it was all wrong?

I have so many questions

SENATE FASHIONS

"Did you dream of power and politics as a little girl?"

"No"

Padmé your sister would like to call buLLSHIT-

Nothing irritates me more when people say ROTS should have included Padme trying to kill Anakin on mustafar and she is weak for loving/wanting to save him but Luke gets all the praise for same exact thing with Vader. I could go on and on about this topic

Same. Those people just reveal that they don't understand Padme's character.

This is Sidious’ apartment suite on Coruscant when he was senator.

This house is so fucking ugly. The cool schemes are trash like tone down the red, Sidious, damn.

I’ll give him one thing though the furniture is nice.

Then he got this “fossils the animal crossing museum already had so I kept instead of selling” ass art in his house.

His guest room ain’t no mf better.

Sheev, you my mans — my fave— I love you but this house is trash.

This is an intentional choice.

This is where Padme —and Anakin— lived when she was a senator.

Sheev is rich as hell. He intentionally chose to live in the reddest home on Coruscant.

Yes, I know it’s the Palpatine Family color but it’s still tacky.

The scene where Padme confesses her love to Anakin is kind of funny. She tells Anakin that she loves him and his brain just reboots for a minute.

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padme ran a nation at 14, she figures it’s probably fine for ahsoka to do a few donuts in a hyundai elantra [ID in alt text]

(505): I told him he could fuck me once he could grow a beard. Never expected seeing him ten years later with a goatee and a great memory...

STAR WARS PREQUEL TRILOGY + ART

"Fallen Angel" - ALEXANDRE CABANEL "Full Moon over Kilauea" - JULES TAVERNIER "Ophelia" - JOHN EVERETT MILLAIS "Among the Sierra Nevada, California" - ALBERT BIERSTADT "Lucifer" - FRANZ VON STUCK

anyways, this a PSA. If I ever draw Padme, she will be Japanese and Mongolian. George Lucas can fuck off.

Here’s a Clone Wars actors AU, I guess. It’s still in the world of Star Wars, so the aliens are real, but the war and the Jedi and Sith are made up.

Palpatine is the producer and main writer/ director

I don’t have an explication for the clones, but I didn’t want them to be a CGI army so the boys are all here.

Part 2 here

Part 3 here

Part 4 here