#found myself

Namjoon, best bonsai dad in the world, turns to Tiddies. Tiddies is hooked up with several different electrodes (non intrusive, of course), which lead to a small computer.

"According to this computer, Tiddies says they're doing well. They say they like our bike rides and would like to see more scenic views. And that I should sing to her more?"

Namjoon raises his brow in question of that.

"And oh, there's one more thing. Tiddies says that whoever keeps sending in these questions about a tiny bonsai in Korea is the best person in the whole world."

The teen skull,with golden brown blonde curly baby hair fluttering over the forehead trying to veil the curvature of the turquoise eyes...

The magical curve of joy,slightly trying to create a depression on those slightly dusky cheek,trying to bring an overall symmetry...

Is she the one...whose geometries of the face is bringing a geometry of smile on my face...the more & more am thinking of her am trying to search where does my smile lies within her smile....

Here's my Queen Amidala, a doll my boyfriend got me from Dublin's Worldcon. It's a cute story. We had had a day out visiting bookstores and city centre, and at a comics shop I saw a Padmé figure in the white battle outfit. I noted then, for the first time in years, how much I loved Padmé when I was young, how much I admired her character (and later Natalie Portman). I didn't really want that figure, I always preferred her red dresses and other over the top ones. So we left the store, with few Squirrel Girl comics.

That night my boyfriend went out to an afterparty for the staff, I spent the evening with his teen/child at the hotel. He came back at some point during the night, drunker than I've ever seen him.

When we woke up the next morning, there was this old Star Wars figurine box in the room. It was Padmé, in a red dress. I thought BF must have bought it for his collection, but he insisted it was for me as this all was fate; I had mentioned this, that I wanted Padmé in a red dress, and he had found one. I'm not allowed to ask the price of it, so it's probably more than I could pay for it, but he paid for it with the "groats" (fake money for staff to be used for food and stuff inside the con), so I shouldn't feel bad, it was a a gift after all! I almost cried, and I get teary eyed every time I talk about this, because it also re-ignited my love for Padmé. That I'm allowed to love her character, even if not everyone likes her. I am allowed to obsess over her wardrobe.

I used to read the Star Wars books up until I went to 7th grade, I enjoyed them so much, but then I had to leave them behind to be seen as the good student (thankfully I found my passion for poetry, but it was sad I felt like I couldn't enjoy sci-fi books, just to be the perfect student). Lately Audible has given me the chance to get back to Star Wars books, I've enjoyed Thrawn so, so much, and look forward to listening to Tarkin and The Catalyst. It's not high literature, but I fucking enjoy them! And the Queen Amidala novels are giving me life, inspiration, and new admiration for Queen Padmé Amidala.

That's the story behind this doll I love for so many reasons, thanks for listening!