Extremely unpopular opinion but I know in my heart that Padmé Amidala would be awful parents to Luke and Leia. Padmé would refuse to talk to the children when they’re upset and the less said about Anakin ‘youngling slayer, hand cutter, “but the women and the children too” Skywalker the better tbh
I think it’s weird that people are convinced they would be the worlds best parents with the healthiest relationship, I’ve seen a lot of posts saying that Leia and Anakin would be super close when like.. Leia was a rebel and a feminist, in what way would Leia and fascist fanboy be bffs. I’ve seen the same that Padmé and Luke would wear matching outfits and gossip and all, but that’s not fitting with Luke’s character at all? Idk every time I see Luke in those family fics he’s infantilised to all hell - even besides that children aren’t copy’s of their parents, they have their own autonomy and personality.
Realistically Padmé and Anakin are far, far to obsessive over each other to give their children a healthy upbringing, Anakin choked Padmé (while pregnant) out of anger which makes me think abt what exactly he’d do if angry with the kids or Padmé? Like he cut off Luke’s hand, it definitely doesn’t bode well
^^Edit: looking back on this now abt Padmé being “alright with it” that wasn’t the case, sorry abt that one guys
I honestly believe that had she had lived long enough she would’ve tried to raise the children with Vader. Anakin never really seemed to care that much over the kids (I believe because it was a realisation that they couldn’t keep their affair hidden any longer and he would have to choose between being a father/husband or a Jedi) and I couldn’t imagine he’d be alright with Padmé having to give a lot of attention to the kids instead of him.
Ultimately Owen/Beru and Bail/Breha were the best options for raising the children seeing as the Jedi order was out of the question. The reason Luke and Leia turned out to be healthy, well adjusted adults is because of their respective adoptive parents (Aunt/uncle), not because of “to be angry is to be human” amidala and alderaan destroyer 2000 Skywalker
Sidenote: throughout RotS Padmé and Anakin barely even trust each other💀💀 how are 2 people who can’t trust one another supposed to raise kids cmon now
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The rebels have just finished liberating a moon when the festival breaks out.
Imperial forces have been occupying this little rock since before the end of his war, so at least 20 standard, for the sole reason that it is the only inhabitable place where tyria, a rich, nontoxic purple dye, was mined. Cody, shaking violet mud off of his boots, privately thinks that the Coruscant is getting a bit uppity, if it thinks that colonizing an entire moon over some paint is worth the strain on their resources.
And the rebellion put quite a strain on it, these last seven days of siege. The color better come out of beskar, is all he's saying.
Kenobi did well. She's still learning - but strategy comes easy to her, as does battle. Cody's not surprised, given who her parents were. She takes well to war. It's a fact that she should never have had to learn.
The locals fed them, first during week of siege and now, again, ladling big pots of spiced grains and balls of fried dough. Kenobi comes skipping up to him, two bowls in her hands.
"Try this one, General," she orders. Cody, bucket tucked to his side, obeys.
It's a pastry of some sort, crunchy on the outside and soft in the center, soaked in a floral sugar syrup.
"Well?" Kenobi demands. Her dark eyes are big and intense. A lock of hair has come free of the two buns she has pinned over her ears; Cody tucks it back in place with a finger that's only a little sticky.
"Good," he says. She beams.
Music starts up, making them both look around. There's a big circle forming, the locals starting to dance rhythmically with their arms linked together. Kenobi passes her bowl over to Cody and joins in, waving for him to follow. He ignores the girl and eats another ball of dough off of her plate instead.
It only takes Kenobi one go round the circle before she's got the dance down. Other rebs are joining in as well, and someone passes around a bottle that Cody pretends not to see until it's right under his nose and he can take a swig.
Suddenly, the drumbeat stops. Cody jerks up out of the half-slouch he had allowed himself to slump into. The air was thick with breathless suspense, everyone frozen where they stood, arms in the air or legs crouched. A high, sinuous cry rose above the crowd and the music came back, double-time.
The paint throwing started then, too. He hadn't quite seen where it had started, but handfuls of purple dye are being flung, in the air, in people's faces, on their shirts, in laughing mouths. The orderly dance begins to break down, as locals and rebels alike scramble to grab handfuls of dirt for the impromptu celebration.
Cody takes one last swing of the bottle. He catches a glimpse of Kenobi's white vest being smeared mauve and her faux-outraged gasp. It was time to wade in and grab that girl before she got her silly self trampled. He tugs his bucket back on.
It was easier said than done. Everywhere he steps is a foot waiting to be squashed and everywhere he turns was an gleeful, amethyst face that was not Kenobi. He manages to get himself to the center of the crowd, jostled by bodies, searching for a dark head about half a foot lower than everyone else, and he can't find her.
He swallows hard. It's not the worst situation he's ever been in, but Cody doesn't like not having eyes on that girl. She can't even find him right now, all up in his beskar as he is, and it's just as he's thinking that that a solid, if tiny, weight crashes into the small of his back.
"General!" Leia yells. The ridiculous creature is smeared with purple mud from the roots of her hair to the toes of her desert boots. "There you are! Like a hole in the center of the galaxy!" She's drunk - not on liquor, although Cody suspects she's had more than a few sips, but on Force-energy. She gets this way sometimes, sensitive thing that she is.
"C'mon, Kenob'ika," he murmurs, barely audible over the noise of the crowd. He tugs one of her buns. "Let's get you sitting down."
The two of them stumble out of the mosh pit and settle off to the side. Cody just sits her down on the ground. She leans happily on his pauldron.
"It's gonna take you forever to clean the armor," she says, warm and a little sleepy. He grunts.
"You did good today," he says. Kenobi hums.
"It's nice when we don't have to kill anyone," she says. Her eyes are slipping shut. "I wish all the fights could be like that."
Cody doesn't say anything. He watches her, feeling something twist in his old, beat-up chest.
"General?" she asks, yawning a little. "Don't you wish all the fights could be like that?"
"Yeah, Kenobi," he says. The vocoder takes the roughness of his voice away and replaces it with the roughness of the vocoder. "Yeah, I do."
It's like that, his Kenobi sleeping on his shoulder, that Cody watches the festival swell and shrink and fade into the dawn sky.
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"the twins would be happier if Leia was sent to Tatooine and Luke got to be prince of Alderaan." No they fucking wouldn't.
Our first introduction to Luke is him trying to get out of chores to hang out with his friends, and you want him to be in charge of a planet?
Luke Skywalker, the guy who put his whole heart and soul into piloting and being a Jedi? The guy who blew up the Death Star and redeemed Darth Vader? The guy who risked his life to save a woman he hadn't met? The guy who chose a life of solitude to dedicate himself to teaching a dead religion? You think he'll enjoy discussing things in committee?
And you think Leia Organa, cut-throat, analytical Leia, would be satisfied as farmgirl Leia Skywalker?
The woman who called Tarkin smelly while being kept as a prisoner? The woman who resisted Darth Vader's torture as an adult and Reva's interrogation as a child? Who watched her home and her people destroyed and not even an hour later was arguing and insulting her rescuers? Who held a primed thermal detonator in her hand without blinking? Who strangled Jabba the Hutt with the chain he put around her neck?
You want that woman living in the same household as Owen Lars? They'd kill each other!
You want Leia Organa forced to stay home and do her chores instead of fighting the Empire? Be a farmer like Owen or a housewife like Beru? Never straying further from home than to Mos Eisley? You think she'd ever stand for that?
ffs, just cuz Luke likes fashion and Leia likes fighting doesn't mean they were put in the wrong families! Leia could have been a pilot or a Jedi, but she chose to be a rebel and a leader. Luke could have been General or a diplomat, and he chose to be a Jedi.
TL;DR: If we were to take Luke and Leia the way they are in the OT and switch their childhood circumstances, neither of them would thrive in each other's shoes.
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Leia was still curled beside him, reading one of her favorite stories from a data pad. Firmus was awake, but still flushed and far too bright eyed. Sola didn’t like how pale the rest of his skin was, and he seemed as though he was part of the mattress, his body limp and drained.
“Mom,” Leia said, and even at seven, she knew how to share a silent, concerned look.
“Leia…is doing a marvelous job…reading,” Firmus managed, doing his best to muster a smile for his daughter.
“Naturally,” Sola agreed, smiling at their girl. “Leia, could you give Dad and I a moment?”
Leia pouted as she slid from the mattress.
“You know I can feel when you’re scared,” she said, a frown wrinkling her pixie face.
Sola sighed internally. “Yes, honey, I am aware that I have Force sensitive children. Doesn’t mean you get to be in all the adult conversations.”
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