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Hug for any ship I accidentally typed shit but I fixed it

Aight we’re doing Riyosoka because they’re beyond underappreciated and I’m a sap, let’s go

Ahsoka was driving through the airways of Coruscant, taking her speeder underground. She’d just come back from an exhausting string of missions, and it’d been far to long since she’d seen Riyo last.

Maybe she’d spend the night, since Anakin would be out doing Force-knows what. Well, she did know what, she wasn’t oblivious, but she pretended she didn’t know.

When another Jedi said that she and Anakin were much alike, they probably didn’t realise that it was to this extent.

She arrived at the apartment building where Riyo lived. With her salary, she would be able to rent an apartment on the surface, but Riyo always said that she felt she should live under the people.

If she was right, Riyo should be home at this time. Ahsoka rode the elevator up, arrived at the right apartment, and rang the doorbell. The door opened, and Riyo was stood on the other side.

“Ahsoka” Riyo breathed. Then she opened her arms, wrapping Ahsoka in a hug. “I had no idea you’d be home already.”

Ahsoka returned the embrace, dropping her head on Riyo’s shoulder. She suddenly felt how exhausted she really was, standing in the doorway, simply breathing in the scent of her lover.

“Ahsoka?” Riyo questioned. “Are you alright?”

“Yes” Ahsoka said, releasing Riyo from the hug. “It’s just...” She sighed. “Its good to be home.”

“Come on” Riyo said. “let’s go inside.”

They sat down on the couch, ahsoka lying down on her back, with her head in Riyo’s lap. The apartment was quiet save for their breaths. “Something’s bothering you” Riyo said. “I can feel it.”

Ahsoka sighed again. “It’s just...” another long exhale. “There were so many casualties. Too many. And I feel powerless to stop it, even though I’m a Jedi. I should be able to save my troops, shouldn’t I?”

Riyo sighed, stroking her hand down her lover’s lek. “What do you need, Ahsoka?” she asked, her voice soft. “Do you want advice?” her hand drifted lower, sweeping over her neck. “Do you want me to distract you? Or something else?”

“Just... Hold me, please?” Ahsoka asked, her voice small.

“Of course” Riyo said. “Come on, let’s go to bed. I think you could use some sleep.”

writer: ah, yes. a brand new idea, a brand new word document, a brand new creation.

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writer: ok… if this is gonna work you gotta stop blinking at me like that

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writer: good

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writer: ma'am, you had ONE JOB-

An open letter to white Star Wars fans:

Y’all gotta stop talking over us. Y’all gotta listen when we speak, y’all gotta boost our voices, y’all gotta stop brushing us off as insignificant because we are small in number. Stop trying to tell us what is and isn’t racism; y’all have not experienced racism a DAY in your life, you do not get to tell me if something is racist when I’m pushed aside for the color of my skin or the slant of my eyes. You don’t get to tell the Māori fans that the clones aren’t whitewashed, you don’t get to tell the black and Asian fans that Finn and Rose Tico weren’t shafted. And y’all don’t get to pretend that half of this crap doesn’t come from fandom racism, because y’all get mad every single fucking time there’s a non white character on screen.

And no. It is not all white Star Wars fans. You don’t need to remind me of that, I’m well aware and I’m not in the mood to hear “but not all white people!” You know what? It might not be all white people, but all POC are affected, so maybe rethink that argument if you were getting ready to type that into my replies. Not to mention, racism is embedded so deep within this fandom that if you are not using your platforms to spread the word, you are contributing. POC cannot be the only ones doing this. There aren’t enough of us, and you know why? Because every time y’all see a POC make valid points about fandom or in-show/in-movie racism, y’all ignore them and harass them out of the fandom. Y’all talk over then, tell them that they’re just being over dramatic, that no, they couldn’t possibly know what whitewashing is, because god forbid someone point out flaws in the media you’re interested in.

I’m tired of it. And I know a lot of other POC in this fandom are tired of it too.

Thank you @vanilla-chip-101

Some time later, Obi-Wan was guessing a few hours, he felt something rubbing against his leg while vibrating. He looked down and saw Battle Ax looking up at him with an innocent look, even though Obi-Wan swore he saw a glint of mischief in the tooka’s eyes.

“Well hello there little one.” Obi-Wan reached down to pet Battle Ax, but before he could do so, the small tooka jumped up onto his lap and started purring. Then he proceeded to lay down in Obi-Wan’s lap and don a look of expectancy.

Space kitty cat for obi!

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Thanks for the tag @sued134​!! 

Rules: Share a little section of one of your WIPs.

Here’s a snippet from a Year on the RunTM fic I’m messing around with:

“Calm down Duchess, I’m not going to drop you.” 

“Don’t tell me to calm down! You aren’t the one being floated 500 feet above the ground with no tether!”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Obi-Wan said. “I’m your tether. Now shut up and let me focus.”

“Don’t tell me to-”

“Shut. Up.” 

Slowly, Obi-Wan eased her to the ground. By the end, he was dripping in sweat and breathing heavily, but she was safe and sound on the ground and that is all the mattered. Obi-Wan took a breath. Took another. Then he leapt. 

Obi-Wan felt the air push against him, though it did little to slow his descent. He would have to do that on his own. Once again, Obi-Wan called upon the Force and used it to slow his fall.  

He landed in a crouch next to Satine. Shakily, he stood up and tried to catch his breath. Satine raised an unimpressed eyebrow at him. “Tired?”

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. Ungrateful. Insolent. Stubborn. “No,” he said. “Let’s go. I bought us some time, but the bounty hunters will catch up and I don’t want to wait around for that to happen.” 

“Are you sure you don’t need a moment?”

“Positive. Move along, Duchess.”

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