in a galaxy far, far away...

Padme offered him a small smile at the compliment, she knew what he meant, he must have really cared for this woman he thought she looked like, it was sad to know they hadn’t made it and it still dwelled on his mind. Padme laughed a little at his joke as he seemed to make a striking recovery from the past few moments of heartache, though his introduction was still a bit unusual. 

“Well that would work well because my craft is damaged and no longer able to fly.” Padme said to him remembering her own frustrating predicament she did make a mental note of what Earth could consider of her craft, hearing about them being invaded concerned her

“Invaded by who?” she asked with a slight frown she already wondered if it was the separatists or any of the Sith wouldn’t that just be her luck?

“I am from Naboo but Coruscant is likely the best place for me to be so that the rest of the Senate doesn’t worry about me.” she explained as best she could it always amazed her how whenever she was home she yearned to be anywhere else but the moment she was off the planet and stranded somewhere with the Jedi or the Clones she only ever craved to be home. 

Thor thought for a long moment and shook his head. “I cannot say that I know of this world. But it is a vast universe and perhaps there are just some places even I have not seen yet. I admit I do not know much about repairs of such things,” the man said, motioning towards the silver spaceship parked nearby. “…but I do have some friends who would possibly be able to assist? Not so much Banner, but Stark does know everything about technology possible.” His face darkened. “Though if what you tell me is true, this may be beyond him even. Still. I should take you somewhere safe. If you’ll allow it?”

Padme had a million questions but she supposed none of them would be answered of she just stood there staring. Padme nodded and took his hand

Padme couldn’t imagine anyone not knowing the senate but perhaps this was a little bit more of a primitive world compared to some of the ones that she had been to before? The galaxy was a very big place after all. “It’s alright.” she said she felt bad, it was very clear that he still cared for this person that he thought she was.  “Could you perhaps help me figure out where I am?” she asked she had to return to the task at hand, getting home was of the utmost importance and if this world wasn’t part of the senate perhaps establishing an alliance so that they could be.

“My name is Padme Amidala, I don’t think i’ve caught your name yet?” Padme asked him trying to move past the awkwardness of everything. 

“I am sorry. I seem to have been thrown by your beauty…. I mean… who you look like,” he responded with a smile. “Manners are not my forte, but I do have them, I promise.” He seemed to grow bigger in size and height as he stood towering over her. “I am Thor Odinson, god of thunder and lightning and protector of the nine realms.” Being ‘almost slayer of Thanos the titan’ wasn’t as impressive a title, he admitted with some embarrassment to himself. “You are in the realm of Midgard right now. The nearest habitable planet is called ‘Earth’. Though I would be very careful showing up with your alien spacecraft,” he said, motioning towards the sleek silver machine sitting on it’s three struts. “They have tendency to react poorly to unannounced visitors,” he mused.

“Well that would work well because my craft is damaged and no longer able to fly.” Padme said to him remembering her own frustrating predicament she did make a mental note of what Earth could consider of her craft, hearing about them being invaded concerned her

“Invaded by who?” she asked with a slight frown she already wondered if it was the separatists or any of the Sith wouldn’t that just be her luck?

Dear Anakin, 

If you’re reading this, then you must be rifling through my belongings, which means you are either extremely bored (in which case I suggest going and tidying up your quarters, which I don’t need to see to know are a disaster,) or I’ve been missing for an extended amount of time and the Order needs the room to store extra chairs, or I’ve died, possibly while trying to rid the galaxy of General Grievous. If I am in fact dead, I hope this letter finds you well in spite of it, and that you have not gone off the deep end or murdered anyone in an attempt to avenge me. (…unless it’s Grievous, I suppose.)

You will find attached to this letter the receipts for several items in my room, such as the electric tea kettle. I hope you can at least return them for store credit. 

I’ve set up a college savings plan with the Galactic Bank of Coruscant, because I noticed that Senator Amidala is obviously pregnant, and since I am not nearly as dense as you apparently think I am, I presume the child is yours. The account information is in my safe, which I would give you the combination to except that I know you have been breaking into it since you were 14. 

If you do intend to eventually leave the Order, as I suspect you might, please make sure that you give the Council two weeks’ notice. It’s only polite, and you never know when you may need to use them as a reference. Even though I know you clash with them, they do care about you.

Finally, please make sure Duchess Satine’s nephew gets the inheritance I’ve left him (the information is also in my safe, and no, I’m not going to tell you any more details about this. I realize how much this is going to torment you, and I’d be lying if I said that’s not bringing a smile to my face.) 

Your blanket is in the hamper. Wash it on the gentle cycle. The password for the wi-fi, in case you’ve forgotten, is BuyYourOwnDataPlanAnakin.

Be well, my Padawan, and I shall see you again someday – hopefully many years from now – when you, too, rejoin the Force. Don’t forget to change the payment settings for Netflix now that I’m dead or you’ll fall behind on your programs. 

When the sudden light struck Padme’s first instinct was to draw her blaster ass precaution until she saw a man in strange armor appear before her, it took padme a full minute to realize that this peculiar stranger was in fact talking to her, she wondered what technology he used to teleport in such a way.

“I think you’re mistaken, my name is Padme Amidala.” She introduced he didn’t seem a threat though she was still wary of the weapon he held, could never be to cautious after all.

“my ship crashed and my communication are down,” Padme explained to him she was a bit curious what ‘the snap’ was and if it was some sort of strange ritual or something that this woman he was speaking of had to go through? Other world’s sometimes had peculiar customs.

“…Padme?” Thor asked, confusion written on his face as the misnomer. “No, I’m sure this is some sort of… jest, Jane,” he said, putting his hammer across his back. It seemed to ‘click’ into place as he stepped over to Padme. He was huge, three times her size around in pure muscle and a foot and a half taller than her. “I know we did not end on the best of terms. The whole world seems to know, in fact, I am not sure when this… ‘Twitter’ became the way people sent missives…” shrugged the man with a less than approving face. “…but there is no reason to play like we do not know each other. That we did not mean something to each other.” 

"my apologies, but I'm telling you the truth my name is Padme Amidala I'm the queen of naboo and a member of the Senate." Padme insisted her words stern to emphasize to him that she wasn't lying

@man-of-infinite-muses

Padme tried for the millionth time to get a distress signal out, her ship had been attacked and she had been forced into an escape pod which lost power shortly afterwards due to a malfunction, She’d been fiddling with the equipment for the past hour trying to get it to work or at least get ahold of the senate.

Finally she gave up and sat back throwing her tool at the communications system frustrated, uncharted planets, no communications, and alone this was how every ghost story she had heard as a child started. Padme finally stood and looked around her surroundings, some sort of junk yard in the middle of no where which would imply that the planet was inhabited if nothing else, if they were friendly that was a whole other question.

The brilliant white light poured from the sky, filling a twenty food radius with shimmering gold and silver. In the middle of the swirling vortex of all this a figure formed and then the light was gone, leaving what looks liked ancient rules engraved on the ground. Standing in the middle of it all was a man. Nay… a god. He stood six foot six tall, weighed nearly two hundred and fifty pounds, wore armor and carried a huge hammer. It was flat on one end and pointed on the other. His shock of blonde hair had grown and his blue eyes searched the area keenly, looking for something… yet unaware of how far from his own world he actually was.

"I think you're mistaken, my name is Padme Amidala." She introduced he didn't seem a threat though she was still wary of the weapon he held, could never be to cautious after all.

not just to improve his padawan’s perspective on life omfg

that is the most Jedi thing i have ever heard; like honestly how many times do you think younglings complaining about consequences and asking “but whyyyyy” got to hear the response “to improve your perspective on life”

it’s an ancient Temple in-joke.  padawans at evening meal asking their friend “where were you yesterday?” and friend responding all grumbly-like “improving my perspective on life” and friends being like “ooooh you got in troubleee”

knight kenobi showing up for dinner alone and the other masters asking “where’s anakin,” and obi-wan being like “improving his perspective on life” and the other masters being like “again?”

qui-gon telling impertinent sassball obi-wan to climb to the top of the Reconciliation Spire without turbolifts, for “a change in perspective”

obi-wan not coming back for hours and annoyed!qui-gon climbing up himself, only to find obi-wan chilling at the top, perched on the top floor observation balcony’s railing

qui-gon being like “wtf are you doing” and obi-wan just waving a hand out over the cityscape like “improving my perspective on life master. and obeying your mandate - you told me to climb up the spire, not back down again.”

kanan + “kid,” spark of rebellion (for @padawanakin)

bonus →

The modern adventures of Han and Ben Kylo feat. Rey (Manip AU)

Han organises a playdate of sorts so his son can finally make friends. It doesn’t go well.

The modern adventures of Han and Ben Kylo 

Ben keeps telling everyone Han is dead. It’s wishful thinking (yeah, I had to do the meme)

“𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒮𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓊𝓂𝑒𝓈, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜 𝒷𝒶𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒶 𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒽.

                     𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓅𝓊𝓇𝓅𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝒾𝒻 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝐵𝒶𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒?”

permanent starter call for poe dameron from star wars !