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dinlukewarrior · 9 months

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Anakin is a Shit Jedi Master

aka, I finally watched Tales of the Jedi and I CANNOT get over how terrible of a master Anakin is

(disclaimer: I have not seen tcw so you know. feel free to come to my house and kill me or whatever)

so first off he's late to this extremely important test/showcase (padawan final exam?) for Ashoka

(the Jedi Masters that bothered to attend--Yoda and Obi-Wan--are already there. so he's late for his padawan in front of his master AND boss which is crazy. Anakin stays not giving a fuck about anyone)

2. he doesn't seem to regret or be bothered by being late at ALL and THEN IN THE SAME sentence admits that "he really wouldn't know" if Ashoka is a fast learner / how she's doing as a padawan

(hands off is one thing, this mf has his left foot out too ! )

then, when Ashoka aces this test with flying colors (wowing the younglings who are watching her) does Anakin say "hi Ashoka. so sorry I was late to your extremely important Jedi Test. You did amazing. I'm so proud of you" ? NO

3. he jumps right into "actually the test sucked. you have no skills"

which, okay, he COULD HAVE said "omg snips! great job. however, I noticed some weaknesses in the training droids. I think you can do even better. we need to step it up."

he did not do that. 0 points for emotional intelligence.

4. THEN THERE'S THIS SADISTIC TEST HE DEVISES

a/n: ok, yes. I know the entire point of this episode is to show how Anakin actually did train Ashoka perfectly to defend herself from a clone army (aka Order 66) and saved her life. THAT'S NOT THE POINT. it's the way he did it

the first time Ashoka gets knocked out, she's out FOR AN HOUR. AN HOUR. at this point, we know the clones themselves are starting to get worried bc Anakin says "Don't worry, she'll wake up."

when she DOES blink into consciousness, does Anakin re-assure her? does he have a juice box for her? does he give her some pointers before they re-set? NO! THIS MAN JUST THROWS HER BACK IN

It's genuinely cruel.

If this wasn't a TV show, if she was anyone other than Ashoka, she would get both extremely sick and frustrated/humiliated. Ofc Ashoka pushes through bc that's the plot but I could not believe how obviously fucked up she is during the episode.

Anakin doesn't even attempt to break her fall when she conks her head (approx. 3457 times) on the durasteel floor

under no stretch of the imagination is this an effective teaching method. Ashoka just 'happens' to get it bc...she's that bitch idk what to tell you.

so, Anakin's approach to being a "Jedi Master" is to 1) be almost totally absent, 2) care 0% about his padawan's physical and emotional health, and 3) take her into battle as a child soldier and do war crimes for enrichment

IN SUM: obviously, Ashoka needs to be tested and pushed--like all Jedi padawan--to be sharp and extremely skilled. but the way Anakin treats her shows a complete lack of compassion or even basic human decency.

#someone who loves you wouldn't do this #everyone send me anti-anakin ashoka edits it's for my health #anakin slander #anti anakin skywalker #anakin critical #ashoka tano #tales of the jedi #sw totj #another example of this would make the average person go darkside but most people don't go genocidal maniac over being mistreated #anakin enjoyers will be like 'the jedi were corrupt and bad for the youth!' meanwhile this is anakin's tweenager teaching method #anakin 'training' ashoka: omg rex. shoot her with your blaster like 27 times. hahaha she's gonna take so long to wake up.#lmao rex do it again

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gatorbites-imagines · 2 years

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Anakin skywalker, Darth Vader, Obi wan Kenobi, Cody.

Overall Headcanons

Back on my Star Wars bullshit, so heres some overall hcs about some of the characters I love, enjoy. Ft some x reader elements. Can yall tell which character ive been most obsessed with lately?

Let me know if you guys are interested in more like this, as it’s a good way to get the writing juices flowing.

Mild nsfw stuff under the cut, but it’s nothing wild.

Anakin Skywalker

- Anger issues, but would never yell at you as it reminds him of his time as a slave

- Gets nightmares about his time as a slave and his fears.

- Wears black because it sets him away from the other jedi. They made him feel as if he didn’t belong, so he was gonna go his own way.

- When he first joined the jedi he had a really hard time drinking or just using water in general since it was so sparce on Tatooine. Nowadays he enjoys to take long showers and baths.

- Cant eat too strong tasting foods.

- Has a real hard time talking about his emotions. Because of this, if he falls in love hed rather go around nursing a crush than actually confess.

- He falls in love super easily, and gets kinda blinded by it.

- Touch starved as hell, literally melts into your hands if you cradle his face in your palms.

- Loves kissing, could spend hours with his lips on yours or just kissing you all over.

- Oral fixation. Goes hand in hand with him loving to kiss so much. Watch out for your fingers.

- Has a strong gag reflex, but doesn’t let it stop him.

- This man is verse leaning towards submissive and you can’t convince me otherwise. Those anger issues make me think he just wants someone to love him and take care of him.

- Loves you wearing his clothes or wearing your clothes.

Darth Vader (I know he’s also Anakin but whateves)

- Still has real bad anger issues, but in a more subdued and controlled manner if that makes sense. Still won’t yell at you.

- Very self-conscious about his body, and is scared of touching anything he cares about because he doesn’t want to accidentally destroy it.

- Still has horrible nightmares but these are mainly about the purging of the jedi.

- He secretly listens to recordings from before the fall of the jedi and the republic when he is feeling extra down.

- Mourns how he can’t kiss anymore. Tries to breathe as quietly as possible when you cuddle because he thinks the noise disturbs you.

- Secretly still sensitive so it would help you if affirm that you love him.

- More touch starved than ever, wants you to touch what little accessed skin he has, all the time.

- Doesn’t talk much anymore. This scares other people as he’s just a large silent scary shadow.

- I don’t think he has much of a sex drive after becoming Darth Vader, mainly because I think his own body is too damaged, though he would be able to use his hands.

- Though I think he would like to sit on his knees in front of you with his head in your lap, having you caress him.

Obi wan Kenobi

- Insomniac to the fullest. He uses the force to keep going.

- Loves tea more than anything, has a collection of teas from different planets he’s been too in his time as a jedi.

- Touch starved, as I think all jedi are at this point.

- Has nightmares and lasting trauma from the many things he went through even before he became a jedi knight like melida/daan and bandomeer.

- Quite protective of those he cares about, though he doesn’t express it much with words.

- Doesn’t cry much, so when he does, he just needs someone to hold him as he gets it out.

- He sneaks out of the temple to eat at Dex´s diner all the time. He brings along Anakin, Ashoka and later multiple clones.

- Isn’t as uptight as people think. He will bend or break rules regularly, he just isn’t caught.

- I think he both tops or bottoms, whatever the mood is that day, though I see him as the type of person to refer to it as “lovemaking”.

- Has had multiple partners in the past, a few being Quinlan, I believe they were casual and just did it to relieve stress and etc, Santine or even Siri Tachi.

- He is quite confident with a partner, even if he isn’t sure what he’s doing.

- Likes making his partner feel good, holds you close and maybe even clings on quite desperately at times.

- A big cuddler, just wants to lay for hours and half sleep with you in his arms.

- Would keep your relationship a secret for obvious reasons, but would be willing to leave the jedi for you If you got very serious and truly loved eachother.

Cody

- Tries to keep serious at all times, but can be quite goofy and lovey-dovey behind closed doors.

- Very protective over his fellow clones and the jedi he is assigned.

- Used to follow orders as closely as possible, but after joining the 212th, has started to follow in Obi wans footsteps and bend rules to fit the situation.

- Secretly struggles a lot with being a clone and not being seen as a living sentient being by most people.

- Has issues with his self-esteem, please tell him he’s good enough.

- Has very little knowledge about kids, the outside world of sex ed, as I don’t believe the kamonians thought it was something clones needed to know.

- Sterile, as I believe most clones aren’t able to have children.

- Likes to cuddle and be held close, hold him as tight as you can against your chest. Will listen to your heartbeat and fall asleep to it.

- Likes it when his partner caresses his scar or holds his face in their palms. Please pepper kisses all over his voice.

- I think he’s fine with whatever in the bedroom, but it will be kinda awkward or goofy the first couple of times as he figures out how it works.

- Likes to go slow and take his time, take you in and really show you how much he loves you.

- Doesn’t keep your relationship a huge secret, as in his squad and some jedi know but not the council or the republic as you could be forced to split up.

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help-me-obi-wan-ur-my-only-hope · 2 years

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*212th and 501st celebrating after winning a campaign*

Waxer, awfully drunk: Hey commander! Wanna tell us about the perfect ass pic on your pad Boil saw last week?

Boil, unfortunately not as drunk: *turning pale* What the fu-?? Waxer??!! I'm gonna fucking murder-

Obi-wan, smirking: Oh do tell! I will guarantee your safety from the commander.

Cody, panicking: General please don't encourage that-

Boil, trying to hold up a pic:

Cody: NO Boil, don't you DARE-

Obi-wan, raising brow: Well you do get me curious commander. I wonder who's the lucky lady-

Anakin and Ashoka, passing by with juice boxes, seeing the pic on Boil's hand:

Anakin, shocked: why do you have my master's ass pic Boil?!

Cody:

Cody: ........air lock

#obi wan kenobi #star wars #anakin skywalker #star wars incorrect quotes #tcw #star wars tcw #tcw incorrect quotes #star wars tcw incorrect quotes #cody #marshal commander cody #commander cody #waxer and boil #boil #waxer

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spectresbase · 1 year

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Star Wars Day Shorts

Just a couple of quick smutty stories I threw together in celebration of Star Wars Day!

Ahsoka’s Instruction

There had been many things a Jedi was not permitted to do. Things Ashoka was certain had made sense when they were first codified, but that like all things about the old Jedi Order, had become outdated and restrictive, so set in tradition that their purpose and nuance had faded into memory. Memory that she felt certain not even Master Yoda could've called forth at will. Now the old Order was gone, and a new one was being built from the ground up. An Order Ahsoka was helping to shape.

The first of those pesky prohibitions to go? The ban on relationships. Connection wasn’t the weakness the old Order had thought it was. Oh, it could certainly open an unwary Jedi to the darkside. She knew that better than most. But it also gave a Jedi a reason to care. A reason to engage with the galaxy on an individual level instead of simply in the abstract. Relationships are what had saved Ahsoka when the Order fell. They were what had sustained her through the long dark. And if Luke was to be believed, they were ultimately what had killed the Emperor.

Also, it just felt GOOD! Pulling her hips up off Luke’s, Ashoka spun around on the bed, shuffling backwards before dropping into a squat atop his face. His tongue slid inside her without hesitation, swirling through the mess he’d made of her with his usual attentiveness. She let him eat her for a few moments, his tongue a soft pleasure after the hardness of his cock. It washed over her, smoothing out the jagged aftershocks of climax. Still savoring that softness, she leaned forward, her own mouth opening to wrap around the slowly softening head of his cock. She didn’t want to let him get too soft after all. He tasted like both of them, the saltiness of his cum bringing out the tartness of her own juices. The combination nearly made her drool. Running her tongue around his head, she cleaned off every drop before pushing deeper in the steady bobbing motion Bo had taught her years ago.

The shift in her position changed his focus as well. No longer able to get his tongue as deep, he switched to licking her entire pussy, starting at her clit and running his flattened tongue up between her folds. She purred around his cock, rolling her own hips minutely, riding his tongue in a purely instinctive reaction to prolong the sensation. Reaching up, Luke got a grip on her ass, fingers dimpling the orange skin as he kneaded it, not trying to control her pace, simply enjoying the feel of her. Ahsoka’s own fingers also joined the activity, wrapping around the base of Luke’s quickly rehardening cock, stroking up to meet her lips then moving back down. She could’ve let them simply go on like that if she’d been trying to cool them down. But she wasn’t. Tomorrow she’d have to blast off this rock, leaving Luke for a while to continue setting up his new Jedi Academy while she tracked down yet another lead on the whereabouts of Grand Admiral Thrawn. Cooling down wasn’t in the cards.

So instead of tightening her lips around his head and sucking hard in the way she knew he liked, Ashoka instead lifted her hips off his face, squirmed around once more on the bed, and settled herself atop his dick. It was time for round three.

Mandalorian Celebrations

Mandalorians fucked with the same intensity they fought with. While Bo-Katan had known a few who were tender and sensual, they’d been the exception, not the rule. She was alright with that.

Held down by the hand in her hair, face pressed into the rough fabric of her sleeping pad, Bo threw her ass back against Djarin, growling and snarling as he fucked her. All around them, the surviving members of the culvert and the Nite Owls were doing the same, celebrating their victory over Gideon and their reconquest of Mandalor. Just what they’d do with the planet was a problem for tomorrow. Tonight they drank and they feasted and they fucked.

Turning her head to the side, Bo watched Koska getting face fucked. Hands held up over her head, wrists wrapped in grappling line, the dark skinned Nite Owl was a mess of spit and cum, but was grinning nonetheless. Head bobbing back and forth, she took everything the soldier standing over her could give her, and demanded even more.

A ways to the left of her, the Armorer hadn't bothered removing any of her armor, simply strapping on mechanical cock she now drove into one of the survivors they’d found still living on the surface, her booted foot on the back of his head. Even as Bo watched, cum spurted from the man’s cock, joining two drying lines already painted across his chest and dripping into a puddle beneath him. The Armorer barely even slowed down.

Returning her attention to Djarin, Bo felt him tensing behind her, his fingerings tightening even harder in her hair. He was close. Good. She’d wanted him to cum first. All she needed to do was hold on a few more strokes and she’d prove to herself something she’d wondered ever since they’d first teamed up to capture that Gozanti on Trask. His growl filtered by his helmet’s speakers, he slammed into her one last time, pushing as deep as he could before unloading. She took the hot rush with a gasp and a groan, hips rolling but not retreating from it. The rush ended and he started to withdraw. She wasn’t having any of that. Twisting beneath him, she brought a knee up and kicked his leg out from under him, sending him toppling to the side. He started to right himself quickly, but not quickly enough. She was on him in a flash, shoving his legs back and squatting atop his cock, pinning him beneath her. He’d gotten his, now she was gonna get hers. This was the way.

#smut #not sfw #written smut #adult fanfiction #star wars #Ahsoka x Luke #bo katan x din #may the 4th be with you

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byronsmuse · 1 year

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QUEEN. What will you have for your reward? SERVANT. To be allowed to hold your little fists like tender lotus-buds and slip flower chains over your wrists; to tinge the soles of your feet with the red juice of ashoka petals and kiss away the speck of dust that may chance to linger there. QUEEN. Your prayers are granted, my servant, you will be the gardener of my flower garden.

Tagore, The Gardener I

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priyastandon · 2 years

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Revel in the united colours of India

Let’s paint the sky Saffron, White and Green

From the salt march, to the glorious march-past at the Red Fort; from bloodshed on the streets to Tricolour on the streets; from being ridiculed for speaking Hindi, to being respected for speaking Hindi; from the British reign in India, to a rain of CWG medals for India; from being looked down upon for being Indian, to be looked up to for being Indian; from importing electronics and medicines, to exporting aircrafts and vaccines; from times when Indians looked westward, to a time when Westerners look eastward; from Azadi ki ladai to Azad ka Amrit Mahotsav; the journey of our motherland has been arduous!

I travelled recently to Southern and Northern India. I found myself staring at a plethora of Tricoloured visuals and each one was eye candy! There were orange and green chairs around a white table at a cafe; a luscious green creeper bearing white Chameli flowers clinging to the trunk of a flowering orange Gulmohar tree; a pretty toddler sporting tricolour hairclips and rubber bands; a florist’s artsy-craftsy garlands made of Marigold, Rajnigandha and Ashoka leaves; a young couple wearing white tees sipping orange juice and Aam-panna in a cafe; a woman with an orange saree and a green border sporting a white gajra in her hair; tricolour bangles and bindis, wristbands and pocket squares, tiepins and badges, dupattas and ribbons, kites and balloons, carrots and peas biryani, Idlis served with tomato, coconut and mint chutneys, DPs and Profile pics; the Tricolour was all around … and then it struck me! The world is but a mirror of who you are! The compelling patriotic spirit in me notices it here, there and everywhere! Har Ghar Tiranga is real!

From the streets of Hyderabad to those of Jammu there was one thing in common. There were vendors selling the Tiranga everywhere! It seems a million plus replicas have recently been made of the Tiranga but the demand has far outnumbered the supply. Every Indian is eating-drinking-breathing Azadi ka Amrit Mahotsav! Driving through a village in Karnataka I saw little children holding miniature flags, racing along the road with gleeful eyes … their laughter brought a smile to my lips and involuntarily I started to hum a song learnt in school …

“Aloft the banners flying o’er ancient Hindustan,

Ye Saffron, White and Green proclaiming freedom’s sweetest morn.

March on ye sons of freedom, unto your destiny,

To build a glorious kingdom, of peace and happiness.

To strive and build a kingdom where dwelleth righteousness!

Arise, awake ye millions, ye sons of Hindustan,

Keep on the constant vigilance to guard the freedom won.

Wage on a ceaseless battle o’er hunger and on greed,

Truth’s splendour let bedazzle dark legions that surround.

Grant us the help to serve the millions of this ancient land,

Thou Lord of all creation, we praise Thy Holy Name.

Preserve us as Thy nation to serve Thee ever more

Throughout all generations, to serve Thee ever more!”

Yes! Let’s cherish our freedom as we pay homage to the martyrs of the freedom struggle. Blessed were those who embodied the spirit of ‘Mera Rang De Basanti Chola’ and died for the Nation. Today the call is to live for the nation and paint the skies saffron, white and green! Let’s walk the talk and wage a ceaseless battle over hunger, greed and corruption. God bless our country and those proud to be called the sons and daughters of our glorious motherland. We are blessed to witness Azadi ka Amrit Mahotsav! Soon we shall be witness to India becoming Vishwa Guru! Jai Hind!

This article (minus the lyrics of the song) has been published as the middle piece in The Tribune on 13.08.2022.

If you would like to share your thoughts about this, it will only take a minute to login through Google, Facebook, Twitter or Disqus and leave a comment down below. I would be happy to hear from you :)

#azadi ka amrit mahotsav #independence #har ghar tiranga #patriotism #india

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that-one-weeb-but-starwars · 3 years

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Being in a Secret Realtionship with Rex

I needed to write some headcannons I need to get them writer juices flowin

-Rex? Rex who? I dont know a Rex

-Oh you know a Rex

-Side eye glances

-eating with the clones instead of the Jedi because "you want to be closer to your teammates" it wasnt a total lie, but it just so happened that Rex sat near Jesse and Cody who you sat next to

-Rex's I have to write a report excuse is really just to go see you in your room

-Late hour cuddles

-you both eat Meilroons together aftwr missions uptop ruins or fallen ships, sometimes when your eating them at base togetger the others come to join and he likes seeing you enjoy the company so it makes him happy

-lots of hiding in closets so neither one gets caught

-One time you may have gone a little too far but as you passed him in the halls you stopped, "nice ass."

-hopefully no one heard that

-wrong Anakin did

-"so you and Rex huh? Thats where you two suddenly go missing too?"

"W-what no!"

"Dont worry. I got a nice date idea."

-Anakin acts like hes starting to come onto Rex, freaking the man out

-the proceeds to "come on to you" with both Pademe's and Yours permission cue the horrible flirting that actually makes you laugh and gag

-no like seriously you three on the small spare time you have come up with horrible pick up lines

-cue Jealous Rex

- Rex looked seeing both you and Anakin in the hanger, him awfully close to you.

"Rex go get your woman!" Ashoka demanded.

"W-what?! General!? I-"

-fuck-Ashoka knows

-after the prank and an intensely spicey nice of jealously both. Ashoka and Anakin help cover for the two of you, Padame helping occasionally.

-Rex watched from a balcony as you were appointed Jedi Master, he was proud of you

-you watched as he was appointed Captain, proud of him just as he was of you. Saluting him as he saluted him back

-you two had talked about the end of the War, you'd leave the order and you two could start a family, and he enjoyed the idea.

-when he finished a mission he walked into the planets market, looking around he spotted a jewelry stand.

"Have anything a jedi would like?"

"What do I look like? The republic?"

-damn okay that vender was sassy af

-Rex ended up picking up a necklace with a peice of wood carving from Endor, it had a yellow stone in the middle which matched your yellow lightsaber so he purchased it and happily went to give it to you

-You were elated by the gift, and you had actually bought him one as well, a blue and white stone that would hang around his neck

-you know all was happy until Order 66 was executed

-You big dead, like dieing in his arms dead

"No not you too. Please don't leave here. Dont leave me." Rex begged

"It'll be okay Rex-"

"No. Not you! Not you!"

"Take this..." Y/n spoke handing him her lightsaber, the totem wrapped around it as tears fell from his face onto her chlothes, "Give it to someone...someone that when you look at them. You see me."

"Y/n..."

She closed her eyes as her body fell limp, he screamed in agnoy as he held her body close to his.

-fuck okay Now the author is crying-

-He never did find anyone that reminded him of you until he was called back into battle.

"Hey! Rex! Come take a look at this!" Ezra called.

Old Rex came out of the ship climbing the hill as the group of rebels stood up top it.

"Now that's a beatiful sight." Rex spoke as the group looked out into nothingness, the sun setting on the untouched planet.

"I suppose sometimes its nice to be on the run." Sabine said.

"I guess your right." Hera spoke.

Kanan kept to himself and so did Zeb.

"Hey! Heads up!" Ezra spoke throwing a fruit at Rex as he caught it, Ezra handing the others out, taking his place back between Kanan and Rex.

Rex looked down at the Meilroon as he looked back out into the sunset.

'Our house could over look the sunset on a hill like this, with...four kids.' Y/n spoke.

'Four?' Rex asked as the two laid in the feild on the hill.

'Well more for sure. But After four I'd adopted theres a lot of kids out there that need it.' Y/n smiled.

Rex smiled, "Hey kid."

Ezra looked back at him, "Yeah whats up?"

"This is for you."

Ezra looked at the wrapped item Rex took from his belt pouch, and the necklace wrapped around it that was stained in red.

"A good friend of mine said to give it to someone like her. I think you fit that."

Ashoka came up behind him placing a hand on his shoulder as she nodded in condolences knowing what he had just done was hard.

#star wars headcanons #star wars rex #tcw #tcw fanfic #tcw rex #rex x reader #tcw headcanons #rex headcannons

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jessepinwheel · 3 years

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if you're ever interested I'd love to see more with Obi-Wan and Ashoka from Asynch; especially Ashoka getting into a fight with Anakin or some other Jedi and running away to Obi-Wan's apartment to talk. Also Feral and Savage with Ashoka... I bet they'd love having a little sister. All the relationships in this series are so amazing and complex and thank you so much for writing!

love that funky lil togruta

When Ahsoka knocks on the door to Obi-Wan’s apartment, she expects, reasonably, to find Obi-Wan.

She doesn’t expect a tiny, dark-haired, brown-skinned human youngling.

“Who are you?” the kid says. He’s got a bit of an accent--definitely not Core-bred.

“I’m Ahsoka,” Ahsoka says. “I was kind of hoping to talk to Obi-Wan.”

“Dad’s out. He’s working,” the kid says. He looks up at her silka beads and says, “What do the Jedi want with him? He’s not allowed to go to the Temple.”

Ahsoka stares at the kid. He looks around Initiate-age, so he’s probably somewhere between ten and thirteen. He also looks absolutely nothing like Obi-Wan, and she’s pretty sure that human kids are usually supposed to look like their parents, and not just in an ‘all humans have the exact same bodyplan’ way. Most of the human kids she knows are Jedi, so she doesn’t really have much of a baseline when it comes to how typical human families work.

Also, Obi-Wan has never mentioned having a son--she’s pretty sure she’d remember something like that. That’s something you usually tell people, right? Master Plo certainly tells a lot of people about her and the Wolfpack and every other Initiate he’s decided to pick up. Embarrassingly frequently, too.

“I’m Obi-Wan’s friend. I just wanted to talk,” Ahsoka says.

“Yeah?” the kid retorts, crossing his arms. “If you’re Dad’s friend, then tell me how you do his hair.”

What the hell kind of question is that?

“I usually braid it down the back, with ribbons across the middle,” Ahsoka says. She rummages in her pockets and pulls one of her ribbons out. “Like this.”

The kid makes a face, then sighs very dramatically. Ahsoka wonders where he learned to do that. “Okay, fine. I guess you can come in.”

The kid steps aside to let Ahsoka in, and instructs her to take her shoes off in the hall.

“There’s slippers in the box if you really have to put something on your feet,” the kid says. “Dad’s out at the Hall of Records because somebody asked him to look some boring business stuff up, so he’s probably not gonna be back for another hour. But you can wait here and talk to me, I guess. You’re more interesting than my homework.”

“I...okay?” Ahsoka says, taking her shoes off. “And, uh, what’s your name, kid?”

“I’m Boba Fett,” the kid says, glaring at her as if expecting her to comment on that. Which, while it’s kind of weird that he’s got the same last name as that dude they cloned to make the vod’e, that feels kind of personal to ask about a stranger. Like if someone asked her about her akkul teeth. “And I’m not a kid, I’m ten years old.”

“Right. Well, I’m fourteen, so you should respect your elders.”

Boba sticks his tongue out at her. Apparently, Obi-Wan’s manners thing hasn’t rubbed off on him.

Ahsoka sits down at the dining room table and Boba goes to get her some juice, ‘because Dad says things are less awkward when people aren’t just staring at each other’, which, to be fair, does sound like something Obi-Wan would say.

“So,” Boba says, with a glass of purple juice in one hand and a large cookie in the other, “why’d you wanna talk to Dad? Did something happen?”

“Um,” Ahsoka says. When she came here, she didn’t expect to get interrogated by a tiny kid. “It’s nothing huge, I just wanted someone to talk to.”

Boba takes a bite out of his cookie. “I’m someone.”

“Yes, but I was kind of hoping to talk to an Obi-Wan-shaped someone, not a Boba-shaped one.”

Boba frowns. “But I’m really good at listening! I won’t tell anybody or anything.”

Ahsoka sips her juice. It’s very sweet. “Thanks, but no thanks.”

“I’ll give you half of this cookie if you tell me,” Boba says.

Ahsoka looks at the cookie and considers it. After all, the whole point of coming to Obi-Wan’s place was to talk to someone who wouldn’t blab around the Temple--Boba’s certainly not going to do that, and she could use a cookie right now. It’s a big cookie, too, and it looks like it’s got huge chocolate chunks in it.

“Deal,” she says.

Boba breaks the cookie in half and they get into a brief argument over which half Ahsoka gets, which gets resolved when Ahsoka uses the Force to snatch the one she wants away from Boba.

“Hey, you said half a cookie, I get half a cookie,” she tells Boba as she holds her prize out of reach of Boba’s short arms. “Do you want to hear what I came to say or not?”

Boba pouts. It’s very cute. “Fine. What happened?”

“I’ve got this friend back at the Temple, her name’s Barriss,” Ahsoka says. “We’re really good friends, like best friends, right? I’ve known her almost my whole life and we really care about each other. You know how that is.”

“No, I don’t,” Boba says.

“Oh,” Ahsoka says awkwardly. “Well, when you’ve got a really good friend, you talk to them about a lot of stuff. Like, almost anything, so I was talking to her about Skyguy, that’s Master Skywalker. He’s my Master, you know what a Jedi Master is?”

“Yeah, he’s like your Jedi dad, right?” Boba asks.

Ahsoka makes a face. Skyguy is definitely not her dad. “He’s my Jedi teacher,” she says. “He teaches me stuff and takes care of me and we share a set of rooms and go on missions together.” Or they would, if they’d gone on any missions since that whole Sith kidnapping thing. “If anything, he’s like my older brother. And he’s really cool, you know? He’s like one of the best duelists in the Order and he’s super strong and he’s awesome at flying. A lot of people like him, right?”

“He sounds pretty cool,” Boba agrees.

“Yeah, he’s super cool,” Ahsoka says. “But he’s also like, you know. Not the best to talk to about everything. He’s not always around because he’s spending a lot of time with his, uh, Senator friend, and he’s sort of bad at people sometimes? So he says stuff without thinking first, and sometimes I don’t really wanna talk to someone who just says stuff. But Barriss was talking about how I’ve got to learn to trust him more because he’s my Master and everything, and like...” Ahsoka sighs. She still vividly remembers that night in the reactor core, watching Anakin try to murder Obi-Wan. She remembers his lightsaber locked against hers, bearing down with so much rage. He’s apologized about it and they’ve moved on with their lives like it didn’t happen, but it did. She remembers what his anger feels like, how much it hurt like fire through her mind. It scares her, still. “You ever know someone who accidentally hurts you? Like they hit you or something and you know they didn’t mean it, but you still flinch when they get too close?”

“Um, sort of,” Boba says. “It really sucks.”

“Yeah, it really sucks,” Ahsoka says. “But Barriss was saying that I’ve gotta get past that, and I know she doesn’t mean it like that but I’m just not ready right now. We kind of got into a big fight about it, so I came here to talk to Obi-Wan because Obi-Wan always knows what to say.”

“Oh,” Boba says, like a revelation. “Obi-Wan’s like your dad, too, then.”

“Wh--” Ahsoka makes a choking noise. “Obi-Wan isn’t my dad! He’s my friend, and he’s like, my uncle or something! He teaches me to pick locks and takes me out to dinner and helps me with homework and talks about my problems.”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind sharing,” Boba says. “You can be my sister and I’ll beat up anyone who’s mean to you.”

“I don’t need a dad. I already have Master Plo!” Ahsoka says. “And I don’t need you to beat anyone up--I’m a Padawan and I can fight for myself.”

“Okay, then do that,” Boba says with a sharp nod. “And it’s fine to have more than one dad. Obi-Wan’s my new dad because buir isn’t around anymore, and Savage and Feral are kind of like my dads, too.” He claps her on the shoulder. “As your new little brother, I think you should go to Barriss and spar with her until you’re both all super tired. And then you can both get soup together, then you’ll be friends again. If that doesn’t work, you can talk to Dad.”

“That’s...not really a solution,” Ahsoka says. “I have to talk to her at some point, too.”

Boba makes a face. “Why does everyone want to talk? Fine, whatever, you can talk to her after the soup.”

“Why soup?”

“Because soup tastes good!” Boba says, like this is the only logical answer. “I guess Dad hasn’t made you soup yet--it’s the best thing he makes and we have it every time he has to talk about things. I think he’s trying to make me like talking about things.”

Ahsoka pauses. “Obi-Wan can cook?”

“He’s my dad. Of course he can cook.” Boba looks over at her half cookie, still uneaten. “Are you gonna finish that? Or can I have it back?”

Ahsoka pulls it back protectively. “No, this is my cookie.” She bites into it. It’s soft and sweet and rich with a hint of salt and dark chocolate chunks that melt in her mouth. It’s literally the best cookie she’s ever tasted in her life. “Holy shit.”

“That’s a bad word!”

“Where did you get these cookies?” Ahsoka asks. “Obi-Wan didn’t make these, did he?”

Boba shakes his head. “Dad doesn’t like to bake things. Sometimes Mr. Organa visits, though, and he makes cookies.”

“Mr. Organa, like Senator Bail Organa of Alderaan? He comes over to Obi-Wan’s house to bake cookies?” Ahsoka says incredulously. She knew Obi-Wan was friends with Senator Organa, but there’s kind of a difference between friends and comes over to bake cookies.

“Yeah, I guess,” Boba says. “Dad told Mr. Organa he can’t keep buying furniture for the apartment, so Mr. Organa bakes treats instead when he comes over.”

Ahsoka takes another bite and briefly experiences cookie transcendence. “Senator Organa should have opened a bakery. This is insane. If I asked him for the recipe, do you think he’d give it to me?”

“We have the recipe already,” Boba says. “Mr. Organa gave it to Dad a while ago. Dad just doesn’t like baking, and I’m not allowed to use the oven without an adult around.”

Ahsoka finishes her cookie and licks chocolate off her fingers. She could go for another cookie. “I’m like 80% of an adult. I know how to use an oven. That’s close enough,” she says. “We could make more cookies now.”

Boba gets up. “Yeah! Let’s do it! I’ll go get the ingredients!”

Ahsoka follows him over to the kitchen, setting aside her thoughts of the argument and Anakin for later. All that stuff is better with fresh-baked cookies, anyways.

Inevitably, when Obi-Wan gets back home, there’s a distinctly burnt smell in the apartment and Ahsoka and Boba are both lying on the floor regretting all their life choices.

Obi-Wan looks at the two of them and sets his bag down. “Ahsoka. How many cookies did you eat and why?”

“Hey, Obi-Wan,” Ahsoka says. “It, uh, seemed like a good idea at the time. Cookies taste good.”

Obi-Wan closes his eyes and sighs deeply. “Ahsoka. We still have cookies from Bail’s last batch. There was absolutely no need to bake and eat an entire new batch.”

“Well, I know that now,” Ahsoka groans. She pushes herself up a bit. “I wanted to...to talk to you about something, actually.”

“I don’t think you’re in any state to talk about anything right now,” Obi-Wan replies. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”

“Um,” Ahsoka says. He’s not wrong.

“Well, if you’re going to sleep, at least you can do it in a bed.” Obi-Wan ducks down and scoops her off the floor. “We can talk when you wake up and feel a little better, okay? I’ll let Master Koon know you’re here.”

“Boba says you make soup for him,” Ahsoka murmurs. “You never told me you could cook.”

“I’ve lived on my own for over ten years. Of course I can cook,” Obi-Wan says, depositing Ahsoka on a soft bed and pulling a blanket over her. “I’ll make some soup for both of you when you wake up, and we can talk about whatever is on your mind, okay?”

“Okay,” Ahsoka says into a soft pillow that smells like tea. It’s really very comfortable. “I’m...gonna sleep now, Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan pats her montrals. “Of course. Sweet dreams, dear.”

#star wars #fanfic #ahsoka tano #boba fett #fic: asynchronous circuit #jessepinwrites #ask jesse #anonymous

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bailwhoreganaxoxo · 3 years

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preferred alcoholic beverage of clone wars characters pt 2

ashoka tano: any cheap to moderately priced cider

hondo ohnaka: jungle juice that is kept in what should be vegetable drawer of his fridge

fives: fishbowl cocktails that are meant for 6 people but he drinks it in under an hour

anakin skywalker: long island iced tea because he likes iced tea... a wrong assumption on his part

quinlan vos: does tequila shots to prove he doesn’t flinch when he does them... flinches and gags anyways

cody: red wine but only 1 or 2 glasses

hunter: a hurricane specifically in one of those really long 3 ft glasses that you hang off your neck while you walk down the french quarter

#star wars #clone wars #ashoka tano #hondo ohnaka #fives #anakin skywalker #quinlan vos #commander cody #hunter

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sharpestasp · 3 years

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for ur meme the first, two prompts namely 3 and 9 with a platonic take on your fav romantic trope (only one bed / snowed in etc) and also 2, 5 and 10 all have plots in a community garden what do they plant do they have a rivalry how does 5 get those tomatosto grow that well?

Shadow & Bone/DCU:

Dinah stretched her arms out, then looked at the bed. It was entirely too narrow, but the floor was not an option. She looked at Jesper, the companion she'd found in this strange world at war.

He seemed a little contemplative of the bed too.

"Here's the thing, Shooter," she said with a warm voice. "We both need the warmth, we both need sleep. You're pretty enough, but you're entirely too young for me."

Jesper gave her a puppy dog look of woe, then broke into a smile. "That's okay, Screamer. You're a little pale for my tastes," he agreed.

The Mummy/SW:TCW/Dragonriders of Pern:

"What's the secret, grave robber?"

Evy smiled brightly at the impertinent girl with vitiligo. "Wouldn't you like to know, Miss Tano?"

"She uses fish bones and lemon juice," Moreta said, looking as always more like a fanciful lady pilot than a gardener. Evy thought the lady had secrets, and she was certainly a tragic sight when she thought no one was watching her. She knew Ahsoka had secrets, but the girl who still looked like a late teen despite Evy having known her for close to four years now kept her cards close to her chest.

Literally, Evy thought fondly, given their weekly card games when the bombs allowed for it.

"Moreta, coming to the bandage rolling tonight?" Ashoka asked, even as she helped Evy pluck the ripened tomatoes to add to the rest of the produce from their little victory garden.

"Of course," the quiet woman promised.

Evy wondered who Moreta had lost that put the mark of tragedy on her. Ahsoka sometimes mentioned lost brothers, but Moreta would not speak. Still, they were glad to have her, as she knew the old ways of medicine, something they all needed.

"Someday this will end," she said, to their nods.

#meme replies #shadow & bone #dcu #dragonriders of pern #star wars #the mummy

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fandomrecycling · 3 years

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Pax learning potions from a witch is *chefs kiss*

Took a bit to get to this ask cause I didn’t know quite where to go with this idea. Now I’ve got some fresh brain juices so let’s go.

@anxiousworm got any other witch headcannons that could apply? Feel free to staple ‘em on.

- Witches name is Matilda because I Make The Rules

- Pax probably finds her after a few weeks of struggling to survive on her own

- She isn’t doing so good; sick from eating bad food, still healing from her old burns, sub-par potions and other assorted injuries

- The witch probably found Pax snooping through her supplies and attacked to get her out

- Only reason Pax didn’t get a poison potion to the face was that she went invisible and Matilda was slightly impressed

- Given the esoteric nature of magic and the general distrust of Witches, the two would probably have some kinship

- Their dynamic is some blend of Introverted Roomates and Anakin & Ashoka from Clone Wars

- Not to say Pax trust her, mostly due to maternal association

- Ended up with a fondness for mushroom stews and a slight poison immunity due to the nature of said mushrooms

#mcoc trio #minecraft oc #minecraft #ask

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tragedy-for-sale · 4 years

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Holy Kriff....Ticket to Freedom made me sad, not cry, but like....owe. Rex and Ashoka’s relationship is so sweet but also you showed how much they’re on different levels in the eyes that aren’t Jedi or Clones. You did it very well with Anakin to! Like yes he’s sad but also he’s scared another will leave him alone to. Also love Rex and Fox’s relationship, it’s amazing. You made me crave waffles to comfort me from mourning this loss.

I loved writing Ticket to Freedom so much and I actually was adding to it this morning before it posted- lmao. I'm super happy that you liked it too! But uh, no waffles. Only suffering and mourning. Oh, but we do have juice or milk ;)

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“To Ahsoka and Ventress, I dare you to a feeding contest. Winner gets a lifetime supply of any treat you want. Courtesy of my benefactor.”

Ahsoka carefully walked down the elaborate hallway, looking over her shoulder every once and awhile. A few days ago, she had received a message from an unknown sender, telling her to come to a manor on a planet in the outer reaches of Republic controlled space. Sneaking out of the Jedi Temple undected, Ahsoka hopped aboard a traveling cruiser that carried her to the planet. What was most troubling was that when she arrived on the planet, she couldn’t help but some sort of disturbance in the force, a presence of sinister origin. Even now, as she walked down the halls of the manor, she felt a foreboding darkness within the buildings walls. But Ahsoka continued on, treading carefully down a corridor. Eventually, she came upon a giant double door with ornate designs. Ahsoka’s skin crawled. Whatever was lurking within the mansion was right behind the door, she could feel it. The young Torguta gulped. It was too late to call for backup, so she was going to have to face this alone. Taking a deep breath, Ahsoka pushed the doors open. Her eyes widened, as she was greeted by a familiar, but unwelcomed face. “Ventress!”

“Greetings, Padawan Tano,” Ventress spoke, her words colder that the ice of Hoth. “It’s been quite some time.”

Ahsoka drew her lightsabers, igniting the green blades, assuming a fighting position.

The Dathonirian mearly rubbed two of her fingers together, her expression uninterested. Oh please... I no longer pledge my allegiance to the Sith, so I am anything but your enemy.”

“But you’re not my friend either...,” Ahsoka mumbled. She hesitated, before putting her lightsabers away and folding her arms. “What do you want?”

Ventress made a gesture in the direction in front of her. “Sit down.”

Ahsoka looked at where she was gesturing, finally taking in her surroundings. The room before was quite massive, tall enough to reach well above head, with a glass ceiling showing the night sky above them, while electric lamps lined the wall, brightening the room with an ominous glow. In the middle of the room was a wooden dining table, upon which were multiple platters of fish, fruit, and deep-fried nuna legs. Ahsoka took the seat across her ex-mortal enemy, not taking her eyes off of her. “What do you want?” She repeated, this time slower.

Ventress put rested her hands on the table, cocking her bald head and sighing. “If I must confess, I’ve always considered you something of an equal...,” she began, carefully forming her words. “And I suppose I’ve been feeling rather nostalgic as of late, so I decided that I wanted one last test of strength between the two of us. But not another frivolous duel, but rather, a battle of wills. An eating contest, if you will. Whoever consumes more will be the victor.”

Ahsoka cringed. “An eating contest? So that’s what all of this food is for?” She placed a hand her head, tracing the milky white markings on her cheeks. Could she really do this? SHOULD she really be doing this?

“Scared, Tano?” Ventress prodded. I thought that Jedi were trained to not feel fear?”

Ahsoka glared at the ex-Sith. She couldn’t back down now, not after that last comment! “Fine. Bring it on!”

“With pleasure,” Ventress snickered, her purple lips curling into a sneer.

And with that the two began. They grabbed and ate whatever they could get their hands on, but still tried to stay focused on specific platters. Maybe it was warrior instincts in her blood, but Ventress mostly consumed the nuna legs and fish, chowing down on the greasy meat-based delicacies one after another, meat juices dribbling down her sharp chin and into the cleavage window of her purple top. Ahsoka mostly ate the fruit, chomping down on sweet, ripe apples and pears from Naboo. Eventually, the young Jedi picked up her pace, determined to beat Ventress, practically inhaling one fruit after the other. The quicker she ate, the less she focused on her table manners, splotches of fruit juice staining her fingertips and the area around her lips. The two ate and ate, demolishing platter after platter of food, both in it to win it. However, such a reckless display of gluttony didn’t come without its consequences. Naturally, when one consumes a hearty amount of food, they’ll find that their stomach will bloat. The more the two female warriors devoured, the more their guts swelled. Eventually, their bellies stretched so far that they actually pushed both woman away from the table, leaving them no choice but use the Force to feed themselves, levitating food into their mouths. Many hours passed, both Ventress and Ahsoka becoming so engrossed in eating that they lost track of the time. By the time that they were finished, all of the plates on the table having had been licked clean, every single drop of food having been disposed of inside of the two Force wielders’ stomachs.

Ahsoka moaned, leaning back in her chair, gently rubbing her overly-swollen gut. During the course of her stuffing, the fabric of her red top had lifted up, leaving her bronze tinted stomach fully exposed. Her gut was so bloated that it forced her legs apart just to give her some breathing room, so stretched that it passed the caps her knees, hanging off of her chair. She winced in pain with each little rub she gave that tan mass, all because of how tight her skin felt. “I... Huff... I... Oooh... Th-Think that... I won...,” she spoke breathily.

“N-No... I... Ooof... I ate more than... You...!” Ventress exclaimed, grimacing. Her own stomach was in a similar state to Ashoka’s. The wrappings that normally covered her torso had shredded apart, letting her stuffed gut jutt out. Pink stretch marks appeared here and there across the surface of the Dathonirians drum-tight navel, and her navel had popped out.

“N-No... Gaah... I won...!”

“No... Ergh... I... Won...!”

The two continued back and forth like this for the next couple of hours, but in the end, neither could figure who had won their last test of strength.

#muse: ventress #muse: ahsoka #enerjak24 #at some point (canon)#mission complete (answered ask)#drop a like if you enjoyed

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undyingspirit · 4 years

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Mango diaries

When I was little, we lived in a big house- The one that I now fondly remember as a house of dreams. Back then, to me it was something I was born with and wasn’t quite amazed at the facilities and luxuries. The best part was that the entire family was together and days and nights counted because of the quality time that we had as children. We had a small area near the entrance dedicated to plants and trees and my first memory of it was seeing about 4-5 large Ashoka trees about the height of three storey building.

When I recall now, I think of them as the most beautiful part of the home. I remember spending a lot of time playing around the place and finding out that there is a possibility for me to grow plants too. Probably this was one of the first encounters of mine that drew my attention towards gardening and identify the hidden interest I had.

I remember I first began with sowing Fenugreek seeds and was enthralled when they sprouted in a few days and there was no looking back ever since. At the age of 7 or 8 years I would experiment and sow seeds and hope for them to grow to give me shade, however, I could never reach that point. Either the plants dried or I lost interest in the seed I sow and looked forward to the next one. The limited access to information and the excitement together lead to lot of failures but it never lessened the interest I was beginning to have in the activity.

During summer, there would be lots of mangoes that would be purchased and consumed by us. No doubt, it was one of the favorite fruits that were perceived to be a luxury. After all it was the ‘King of Fruits’ and the thought of growing it occurred to me. Quietly and unnoticeably, I sowed one seed after the juice was taken out into the mud in the garden area and religiously watered it for a few days. Outcome- Nothing.

Although sad, I did not let go off it. I cheerfully asked some of my family members how the plant was grown and the answer I would get helped me very little. Almost everyone mentioned that it is grown with the help of seeds from the fruit – as though I wasn’t aware. Giving it a second thought, in the next seasons, I continued sowing the seeds and hoped for it to germinate and nothing happened.

When I look back at this particular experience, I feel a sense of happiness at the innocence of my feelings as a child and also a wish that I had access to knowledge regarding how to grow it. Sure I could have gone up to my science teachers in 5th grade or insisted my parents more, however, the fickle mind always wandered to the next activity before I could complete one. I shoved the thought to the back of my mind convincing myself that only the elite could grow the king of fruits and I need to wait to be one. Although, a part of me looks back now and wonders that had I even been able to germinate one seed, I’d not just have a huge tree giving me shade, but also the delicious fruits would come by as a blessing and reward. In this age, we have access to information and resources and the question is, are we willing to make use of it to pursue our ambitions?

I got back to the mango obsession in 2017 and this time with knowledge how to have a better outcome. I tried not just one way to make it work, but multiple. However, the outcome even then remained poor. I tried again in the summer of 2018 and I must say that before the best outcome, there were a dozed of unsuccessful attempts, but the time when the plant grew to give leaves, it felt like I reached a milestone of a journey that I began as a child.

The plant is flourishing and is two years old now. The house we live in now is smaller now and we no more have a garden space to plant trees on ground. What I do have is the willingness to enable it to grow healthy in a large pot and eventually find a better home for it where it would transform into a tree. When I had the garden space, I didn’t have knowledge. Now when I have knowledge, I do not have garden space. I hope in future when I have both, I also have the willingness and a sapling to plant.

In the summer of 2020, I felt more confident than ever before to give it a try and make mango seeds germinate after enjoying the delicious juice and pulp of it. After a try on abut two seeds, it only got better. Almost every seed that I tried to grow, sprouted and it felt overwhelming to have had the journey since about a hundred days. More than a dozen seeds grew to give leaves and more are yet to germinate. The challenge now is to find home for these saplings. I am confident that while it took about a decade for me to be able to germinate the seed, it would take lesser time to find homes for the little ones.

Years later when I realize that they are healthy and growing at some place and bearing fruits that their care-taker is enjoying, I am sure I would feel much better than how I would feel to just sit under its shade by myself.

PS: Link to the view the plants

1. https://freezeperception.tumblr.com/post/620093827444785152/left-mango-sapling-from-may-2018-right-same

2. https://freezeperception.tumblr.com/post/620093930778902528/mango-saplings-home-grown-in-may-2020

#tumblr #mango #gardening #sapling #post #blog #hobby #happiness #garden #plant

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meetmeatthewhaleskull · 5 years

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Every student at COA is required to complete an internship. Why? Because there’s no substitution for getting out into the world and learning by doing. Internships give you a chance to do just that.

Most students will complete an internship during the summer after their second or third years. Below is a list of official internships that our students have completed this summer. From theater companies, to biomedical research labs, to art galleries, to farms, to remote field stations, to museums, to publishing companies... And from Germany to Japan to Puerto Rico to California, New York, Illinois, Washington D.C., Arizona, and right here in Maine, our students are across the map in geography and in discipline. They rock.

Summer 2019 Official Internships:

Institute for Advanced Study, Berlin, Germany

Bread & Puppet Theater, Glover, VT

Foster Supply Hospitality, Manor, NY

Hurricane Island, Rockland, ME

MDI YMCA, Bar Harbor, ME

Ashoka Japan, Tokyo, Japan

Hawk Meadow Farm, Trumansburg, NY

Mt. Desert Island Historical Society, Mt. Desert, ME

UNESCO Champlain-Adirondack Biosphere Reserve, Burlington, VT

Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington, DC

Wildlife Friendly Enterprise (Marissa Altmann COA ‘13), Bainbridge Island, WA

Department of Agriculture, Trade, and Consumer Protection, Madison, WI

Thrive Juice Bar & Kitchen, Bar Harbor, ME

Pennypack Farm and Education Center, Horsham, PA

Bar Harbor Food Pantry (Jennifer Jones COA ’05), Bar Harbor, ME

Alice Eno Island Research Center (Hale Morrell COA ’12), ME

Maine IDeA Network of Biomedical Research Excellence (Nishad Jayasundara ’05), University of Maine, Orono, ME

Land & Garden Preserve, Seal Harbor, ME

Cultivating Community (Kathleen McKersie COA ’17), Portland, ME

Sacred Tides, Scarborough, ME

Bar Harbor Whale Watch, Bar Harbor, ME

Seacoast Science Center, Rye, NH

Acorn Community Farm, Mineral, VA

Bar Harbor Fire Department, Bar Harbor, ME

Edward C. Blair Marine Research Station, Mt. Desert Rock, ME

Central Arkansas Refuge Complex, Augusta, AR

Schooner Mary Day, Camden, ME

Summer Fields Studies, Bar Harbor, ME

Chewonki Foundation, Wiscasset, ME

El Verde Field Station, Rio Grande, PR

Friends of Acadia (Geneva Langley ’94), Bar Harbor, ME

Community Energy Center (Spencer Gray COA ’17, Laura Berry COA ’17), Bar Harbor, ME

Embassy of the Republic of Armenia, Washington, DC

The Cannery at South Penobscot, Penobscot, ME

New York Public Interest Research Group, Rochester, NY

Maryland Ensemble Theater, Frederick, MD

National Institutes of Health, Bethesda, MD

Southwest Harbor Public Library, Southwest Harbor, ME

North Spore, (Matt McInnis COA ‘09), Westbrook, ME

Mabel Wadsworth Healthcare Center, Bangor, ME

Lena Wimmer Architects, Berlin, Germany

Carrier Roasting Company, Northfield, VT

Institute for Tribal Environmental Professionals, Northern Arizona Univ., Tucson, AZ

SWFSC, Marine Wildlife Endocrine Laboratory, La Jolla, CA

Forage Restaurant, Cambridge, MA

Congressman Jared Golden, Lewiston, ME

Chicago Botanic Garden, Glencoe, IL

USDA Project, University of Maine, Orono, ME

Healthy Acadia/Beech Hill Farm, Ellsworth, ME

#internships #humanecology #designyourmajor #experientiallearning

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