Brushes the guys off when they invite him out, tells them he has an important date with his partner. They tease him - what is it, a candle lit dinner? Wine tasting for two? God forbid, netflix and chill? He takes the quips with good humour, pink in his face and ears behind the mask. He enjoys the drive home, admiring the glow of the highway lights at night and the feeling of being on his way back to you. Once he's in through the door he takes care to stomp all the dirt off his shoes and hangs his coat up. He can hear you pottering around somewhere. He calls out "did you already do the laundry?" as he's toeing off his shoes, and suddenly you appear from the kitchen, wiping your hands on a kitchen towel. "Simon! Didn't hear you come in. Laundry is in the dryer, comes out in 10". He has time for a quick shower. Scrubs the grime off his body with the scented body wash you chose for him, changes into soft clothes (you swore on your life to never tell Price, Kyle, or Johnny about Simon's growing collection of warm fuzzy socks), and then makes his way back downstairs to you, just as you are unloading the laundry from the dryer into the basket. He takes it from you once it's full, and you trail behind him as he makes his way to the living room. You sit first, situating yourself in the centre of the big, soft, fluffy rug you chose together, then he sits in front of you, placing the basket of warm laundry between you. You grab a shirt, he grabs a pair of jeans, and the two of you begin to fold in comfortable silence. The cat appears from somewhere and weaves between his working hands. Eventually you break the quiet; "thought you'd be out with the lads tonight?". He shrugs, carefully folding a pair of your socks. "Gotta help with the laundry", is all he says. You laugh, throwing a pair of boxers that hit him square in the face, "you shouldn't brush off your friends just for some stupid chores! You should have said something, you know I wouldn't mind doing it by myself". He shrugs and keeps folding. His hands are warm and the rug is fluffy beneath him and you are soft and glowing in front of him. He's been looking forward to this all day.
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one of hajime's junior trainers approaches him as he's finishing up his last set of squats, jabbing his thumb behind him.
"yo, boss. the creep is back."
hajime drops the bar to the ground, the weight plates clattering loudly and bouncing, using the hem of his t-shirt to wipe his forehead.
"again?"
"yeah." the younger guy grimaces. "he's been eyeing this girl for a while now. i've told him to stop a few times but he keeps playing innocent.
there's a dull throbbing sensation forming behind hajime's left temple, and a swift glance confirms that the repeat offender is indeed staring at you lecherously while you deadlift.
as if he senses his opportunity slipping, The Creep (hajime refuses to do him the courtesy of remembering his name) sidles up next to you under the pretense of grabbing a weight plate and "accidentally" grabs a handful of your ass as he goes by.
hajime's eye twitches, and he's already berating himself for not acting sooner as he strides across the dark rubber flooring. but before he can intervene, you've already taken care of it.
one moment hajime was preparing to forcibly drag the man out of his gym and revoke his membership, and the next your fist is moving through the air in a swift, brutal arc, landing square on the pervert's face with a satisfying crunch.
standing there staring at the woman who just ko'd a creep in his gym, hajime swears this must be it.
Sometimes I’m demolished by the impact of baby brothers, and how much it hit Dick when Jason died.
Because you were never adopted — per your own request, — because you have a father, six feet under, twelve feet above, and he’s there.
Maybe not like Bruce is. But he’s there.
Then here’s a two apples tall, Crime Alley bred, Gotham certified street prince. His name is Jason. He’s got duck yellow rain boots, a supernova beam, and he’s immortal in your chest.
And then he dies. And your arguments, your training, your regrets, your chance to take it back and replace every ugly with ‘I love you, I want to stay’ is gone with him.
And you don’t get to bury him. You don’t mourn properly. You don’t hug the coffin one last time. You just keep that Wonder Woman bear and the bubblegum bombs and his baby pictures.
I read the first chapter of The Lost Prince by chubbysloth11 on ao3 (it has updated since chapter 1 but I haven't read past yet) and couldn't stop thinking about the implications of how perfect a tangled au would be. They have it as Bloodymary and Coltland Gentry au but I'm keeping this strictly Bloodymary.
Spoilers for Tangled the movie and slight spoilers for the animated tv show below the cut. Warning that this is long as hell and its mostly figuring out character motives and plot devices.
Firstly… hear me out. Shits gonna be a bit wiggly to fit the narrative. Some characters are going to be recast while others will stay the same for continuity's sake.
Secondly, magic and alchemy are canon in Tangled the Series so I will be using both
Third—and final—@roach-works has an amazing theory (that they posted back in 2022) that I am completely in love with. Basically, Maximus was the former captain of the guard that was cursed to be a horse and instead of trying to fix it he just kept going to work. As a horse.
Eva Stratt is not hindered in the slightest by her transformation. She has a job to do and the loss of opposable thumbs will not hinder her. Useless conversations have basically dwindled to zero and productivity is technically at an all time high.
Similarly, Ava, Stratt's prior second in command, has now gained the title of Captain. While she knew the position would fall to her one day, this is not one of the outcomes she could have predicted leading to her new promotion.
The sundrop flower doesn't just heal the sink or the injured. It directly correlates to the agriculture of Corona and its surrounding area. The centuries that the flower was hidden brought incredible soil retention and bountiful produce to the far corners of the kingdom.
When the Queen drank the flower petals elixir her illness was cured, but it created a small steady decline to the environment. Something the kingdom wouldn't even figure out till years later. With the flower taken out of the ground, the magic within couldn't properly 'light' its surrounding area.
Now the sun's power flows not through the roots in the ground, but the blood of the new crown prince, Ryland. The physical land of Corona waits for the babes first crawl—first steps—where the magic could once more flow freely into the ground and enrich the land. It takes seventeen more years before the sundrop will ever touch the natural earth again.
Gothels character will primarily stay the same, however, she will be renamed to Mother Patrova. (The Patrova line housed the Astrophage or Sun Eater, so it seemed fitting that 'Mother Patrova' would take the suns magic a.k.a Ryland) Special thanks to Dr. Irina Petrova for discovering the line, but her name shall be used as a villain.
Ryland is her little petal that is far too weak to be let outside, so in the tower he stays. Early on Patrova realizes that any plants kept in the tower thrive far better then those she tended too outside, so the tower also becomes its own self sustaining garden. It lessens her worries for when she is gone for longer extensions of time.
Ryland is alone—stuck in a tower for years—with only Carl at his side. He tends to the tower most day, reading his books and minding the garden. He never stops hoping for a chance to learn more about the outside world. Asking Mother to bring him different samples from her travels for him to further understand. She complies to most of his requests, but she can't touch the floating lights.
An occurrence that only happens once a year and a scientific mystery Ryland can't explain. They aren't stars, he knows they aren't, despite Mother's insistence. He only has one chance to observe the floating lights and so far each year he comes to the same conclusion: more data required. Surely she knows he wants to understand them, find out what they are. He knows he can convince her. This year he's sure.
Simon 'The Butcher' is a thief and convicted killer. Why would he be interested in stealing the crown jewels? The honest answer? He's not. He's interested in the roots and stem woven into the frame.
The Queen only consumed the flowers petals during her sickness, keeping the rest of the plant to hopefully repot or be on stand by in case the petals weren't enough. with her clean bell of health they decided that the rest of the plant was then to be interwoven within the crown. To show the history of the the royal family and how the little prince came to be. It would represent the happy ending they expected, but never got.
Despite being uprooted for so long the flowers remains continue to survive—without the help of soil or water. No new leaf or buds bloomed from the stem but it didn't wither or crumple either. Preserved in perfect suspended animation.
With that stem he thinks he can get out of the kingdom. Go somewhere far away and build a lush, green home for himself, where no one knows his past. Working together with the Sabbington brothers may not have been the smartest move, but a heist of this caliber was not something he could achieve alone.
Realistically I know that they're both going to be ooc in some moments or act more like their fanon portrayals but there are some good roots here that'll create such nice themes and dynamic parallels.
I have soooo many thoughts about this that I'm not even incorporating in this post (long lost Prince Simon of the Dark kingdom, the arm detaching, colour theory, the Bloodmoon Opal, and how The Brotherhood gets tied into this, to name a few) that i want to talk about but no one would know what the hell I'm yapping on about without reference.
More will definitely be coming soon. I'm already thinking about scenes and conversations. About little character quirks and framing. I lie awake at night with them on the brain.
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Ciel having Sebastian on his knees between his spread thighs while he plays with his mouth. Just running his fingers on sharp teeth, petting at a long tongue, poking at gums.
After growing bored Ciel withdraws his fingers and wipes the slobber on Sebastian's cheek, "Filthy mutt." He'll smirk down at his demon.
This blog is for me to express my love and obsession with Resident Evil's diva: Ada Wong through writing :)
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PRONOUNS: she/her
MASTERLIST and RULES
Just below the cut <3
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Satisfied with your care || Physician AU, tension, !injuries.
You, a young medical fellow, become the reluctant caretaker of Ada Wong’s battle-worn body, tending to her wounds after every mission. At first, she sees them as insignificant—until your gentle touch lingers, your steady hands betray a flicker of tension, and your presence becomes something she starts seeking out. As unspoken tension simmers between them, Ada begins to wonder: Is it the healing she craves… or the you who provides it?
Profanus Devorator || Vampire AU, smut, inspired by Nosferatu, vampire Ada, bl00d, tension, Ada can switch genders.
"You prayed for companionship. You prayed for me. And now, my sweet rose, you are mine."
Sweet Embrace || RE6 Ada, parents AU, smut
The morning after Ada returns from her mission, she decides to re-do last night's events.
Crimson petals; more tiny footsteps || part 2 of Sweet Embrace, pregnancy AU, parents AU, RE6 Ada, smut
After indulging in each other's needs, there's no surprise that another mini-Ada is coming–and just Ada is more than happy to have another addition to the family, that doesn't stop her from wanting you though. No worries, she promises to be gentle.
Between Fangs and Firearms || RE4r Ada, predator/prey dynamics, age-gap, smut
Running is futile—but you do it anyway. Against a woman like her, survival is a fleeting hope, and mercy is a gamble. With every step, every breath, she’s right behind you—watching, waiting. And when she finally catches up… you realize the hunt was never yours to win. But you don't mind, do you? Not when she takes you–oh, so deliciously.
Be Good || RE2r Ada, sub! Ada, smut, est. relationship
Ada doesn't have a single submissive bone in her body, but when the opportunity arrives—you don't leave it to waste.
Your scent calls to her, and each encounter pulls her closer to the edge. You return again, and again, and again, unknowingly tempting the alpha's restraint. But when patience wears thin, Ada will claim what she desires. And there's no running from her
Take it || RE2r Ada, dom Ada, smut, part 2 of be good, est. relationship
Ada lets you have your fun–and now, it's her turn... with a tempting consequence to be followed.
HCs about Ada as your love through the years || re2, re4, damnation, re6 Ada, domestic AU, smut, family AU
Just headcanons of what Ada is like as your lover from RE2 to RE6.
Lipstick || Valentine's Day special! Smut, est. relationship
You wanted to try your new lipstick for Valentine's Day. So it's a trial–with a twist: sucking her off with it.
Venom and Velvet || Damnation Ada, president r, age-gap, smut
When a deadly outbreak threatens your country, you turn to BSAA agent for help—but something about her feels off. The more you rely on her, the more you suspect she’s manipulating you, until the truth hits harder than you ever expected. Now, cornered and outplayed, you realize too late—you were never in control.
Mellow || RE6 Ada, fluff, est. relationship
Cuddles with your lady in red
Tender || smut, aftercare, RE4r Ada, est. relationship
After being brought to heaven's door and back with Ada's sex drive, she takes care of you.
Call Me Mommy || RE4r Ada, smut, mommy kink, est. relationship
While being fucked silly, you accidentally call her mommy.
Golden Savagery || A/B/O dynamic, beast Ada, omega R, smut
In a world where tribes are ruled by beast-shifters, your village falls to a brutal raid led by an unstoppable Nemean Lion Alpha. As the sole survivor of noble blood, you should have met death—but instead, you are claimed
HCs about Ada taking care of you when you're sick || Fluff, est. relationship, caring Ada
Headcanons about how Ada takes care of you when you're ill.
After mating, Ada and you are pleased that your efforts have come to fruition: twins!
Part 2 of Golden Savagery
Academic Affair || Age-gap, professor/student dynamic, modern AU, college AU
Under the merciless gaze of Professor Wesker, every student fights to meet impossible expectations—except for you. You’re different. You’re his favorite. But when he vanishes for a month-long seminar, his replacement arrives: Professor Wong. Calculated, enigmatic, and dangerously perceptive, she plays a different kind of game—one of quiet intrigue and unspoken challenges.
No One But Me || RE6 Ada, dark Ada, yandere
Ada Wong has always been a woman of control, precision, and purpose. But when she sees you—a scientist entangled in the chaos of bioterrorism—something shifts. What begins as mere curiosity festers into something deeper, darker. You are hers. You just don’t know it yet. And Ada? She’s more than willing to teach you.
Ada, knowing she is tired, decides to take her family out to graze in the fields, and of course—to monopolize you from the cubs, just for a bit, of course.
Fleeting – Yours || angst, hurt-comfort, smut, RE2r Ada
Ada Wong was never one to stay. Fleeting, elusive, and always slipping through your fingers—until now. When she returns to you, battered and broken, her masks finally fall away because she has to come home to one woman who loves her dearly than she ever could love herself.
Operation: Pound Town & Conception || smut, est. relationship, espionage AU
Ada Wong is a woman of control, but watching you entertain other men tests her patience. The mission can wait—she must remind you who you belong to. There’s no escape from her rough hands, possessive kisses, and unrelenting desire. She doesn’t just take; she owns. And by morning, you won’t just be hers in name—you’ll be carrying the ultimate proof of her claim.
Twice The Trouble || smut, threesome (???), Ada Wong and Carla Radames
Trapped between a rogue scientist and the woman she was meant to become, you find yourself in a chase that’s just as deadly as it is intoxicating. Bullets fly, tempers flare, and desire smolders—but with Ada Wong and Carla Radames both vying for you, the real danger might just be who gets to you first.
The Destroyer, The Creator || smut, Carla Radames, paramours
You were a scientist, not a soldier–yet under Carla's watchful gaze, you felt more like an experiment than a colleague. She was possessive, relentless, and dangerously fixated on you. And when the night turned into a celebration of her latest success, you realized one thing: Carla doesn't share what's hers.
Inheritance? Taken Care Of || smut, mommy issues, RE4r Ada, scientist r
Your mother shaped you into the perfect scientist–brilliant, disciplined, and drowning in her legacy. Even in death, her voice haunts you. Then came Ada Wong. A deal. A distraction. A mistake. Now, she watches you unravel, unwilling to let you go. After all, everything must be taken care of.
Savage Needs || Nemean Lion Alpha Ada, omega r, a/b/o, smut, parents AU
When your mate returns from scouting, she comes back needy. But when you decide to ignore her, she takes matters in her own hands.
In a world where the gods have ruled with cruelty and excess, divine justice arrives not in the form of salvation—but vengeance. The great black dragon descends, bringing ruin to the false gods and striking terror into mortal hearts. When your goddess falls to its wrath, you are left with a dying faith and a fragile hope to survive. Bound by divine will and insatiable desire, you find yourself in the arms of a goddess—one who claims you as her own. Ada, a being of celestial power and primal hunger, seeks more than just devotion; she demands your very essence. As passion and power collide, you are drawn deeper into her realm, where love is worship, pleasure is sacred, and your fate is sealed beneath her touch.
Different Languages AU Part 1: Wait, Fuck, They Don't Speak Basic?
First things first motherfuckers, let’s get one thing straight: Basic as a language does exist in this AU! It’s just less common outside of the Core/Mid Rim. SO. What does that give us? Well, it gives us way more interesting conflict, for one thing, and for another, so many languages. Let’s get crackalackin!
In the Outer Rim, Huttese is largely The Language To Speak. If you don’t speak Huttese, you might as well just hurl yourself into the nearest bottomless pit now and save yourself the time and trouble. Even in the Core and Mid Rim, Huttese is a very common language just because of how useful it is if you ever find yourself in the Outer Rim. Most bounty hunters (i.e. Jango Fett, just for one completely random example) speak Huttese fluently, alongside their native languages. Naturally, then, this is a language Anakin is very familiar with. In fact, when he became a Jedi, it was the language he knew the best, and most people thought his speech was stilted in Basic because of this. He spoke Basic maybe once every month on Tatooine—can you blame him?
In the Mid Rim, each planet has their own language and conversations between diplomats are typically done as they are on Earth—via interpreters, to avoid any misunderstandings. Padmé, for instance, does speak Basic, but that is the language she would use in the Senate, not on Naboo. The same goes for Palpatine, but we’ll get to him in a minute, because he sucks and I want to not talk about him for as long as I feasibly can.
The Core means Basic, Basic, Basic, because of just the sheer number of people making it necessary. Coruscant is a weird case because of how communities develop there. Since it’s kind of like a gigantic version of a modern city (I’ll use NYC as an example because I know it the best), it’s broken up into enclaves. Cultures clump—it’s a thing. Some neighborhoods in NYC are predominantly Jewish, some are predominantly Italian, the list goes on. The same goes for Coruscant, although on a supersized scale. There’s some areas where non-Mandalorians need not apply, some where everyone is a Twi’lek or Togruta, some where everyone is a Mirialan, et cetera. Also, Coruscant dialects of certain languages are very much a thing.
Anyway. Let’s talk Kamino, because that’s why I started this to begin with!
Jango Fett is a Mandalorian. He’s also a bounty hunter. He’s from Concord Dawn and was a True Mandalorian. Therefore we can guess he probably at the bare minimum speaks two dialects of Mando’a (Concord Dawn, True Mandalorian) Huttese, and has at least passing Basic. He probably speaks more than that given how well-traveled he is, but those are the ones I can name for sure. So Jango Fett, who speaks Mando’a and Huttese and Basic, encounters Count Dooku. Count Dooku is from Serenno, but he was also a Jedi, so he probably speaks Serennese, Basic, Huttese, and a few more. He may even speak Mando’a, but his dialects wouldn’t be likely to overlap with Jango’s. Count Dooku tells Jango to go to Kamino and let them clone him in exchange for an exorbitant amount of money. Jango does, because Jango is a thinking human being and thinking human beings under capitalism do not turn down exorbitant amounts of money in exchange for what amounts to (at most) being a three or four-time sperm donor.
And on Kamino, our intrepid Mandalorian encounters something a bit weird. The Kaminoans, being that they are an extremely isolated species and thus have absolutely no reason to have developed humanoid vocal chords, have to rely on droid translators. Cool! This means Jango can speak to them exclusively in his native language (Concord Dawn Mando’a), and they can speka to him exclusively in theirs, and everyone’s largely happy. Jango negotiates the finer points of the contract, acquires an infant who he names Boba, and calls up some old friends (and acquaintances) to teach the clones to kick ass. He informs them they don’t have to worry about speaking Basic, so they don’t bother speaking Basic.
Thus, we have our setup. The Kaminoans have no reason to make the clones speak Basic because literally none of these outsiders are bothering to inform that oh yeah there’s this whole common language thing going on, and said outsiders have no reason whatsoever to tell them because it would ultimately just be an inconvenience. They’ve got a good thing going, and Jedi are required to speak more than one language anyway. The clones can definitely find at least one in common!
So the clones learn to speak Mando’a, understand Kaminoan, and speak and/or understand one extra elective language. Most pick something weird because they can—everyone around them speaks either Mando’a or Kaminoan so why would they bother with languages they don’t care about, like Basic? Unfortunately for the Kaminoans and the trainers in equal measure, they do also realize that in order to express themselves in private they need their own universal language, so they acquire one. They just call it clonespeak to keep things simple, and for most of them, that’s their native language. They feel most comfortable speaking in it because that’s the language they associate with safety and with their siblings/parents.
Thus: the predicament.
Obi-Wan arrives on Kamino. Obi-Wan is a Jedi. Obi-Wan speaks Basic.
Uh-oh. See, Jango is out of practice—the Kaminoans can’t make those noises. Boba’s language skills begin and end with Mando’a and some random bits of clonespeak right now—he’s kind of conversational with Huttese but every once in a while he just throws in a Mando’a word or an idiom in clonespeak and Jango has to take a minute to breathe lest he slam his head straight through the wall in frustration because he doesn’t understand clonespeak. And so much performing of charades, many awkward moments, and exactly one sentence in Basic later, Obi-Wan is heading back to Coruscant with several questions.
First: why the fuck did Sifo-Dyas order an army who didn’t speak Basic? No one knows. No one can find any records of this order, for one thing. No one knows who Tyrannus is, for another.
And second: what languages do the clones speak? Obviously, Mando’a is amongst them, but Jango’s extremely intensely staring son also spoke another, infinitely weird language and no one can find any record of it, and not even Jango seemed to understand him. Do they understand the Kaminoans’ clicking noises? Are they just mute? Is it constantly Shut The Fuck Up Friday up in there? What is going on?
The Council loses their collective minds. Shaak Ti is about ready to haul ass across the galaxy to collect these poor, lost young men—Plo Koon is right there with her. Yoda is—well, Yoda is swearing loudly in several dead languages right now. Mace Windu, ever the voice of reason, just has one thing to say: how about they meet the clones, first. Before they panic.
In the face of this intense, all-consuming, glorious sensibility, the Council collectively shuts the fuck up. They decide to let things run their course.
And then Geonosis. Quickly, Yoda collects several hundred clones, manages to communicate to one of them—who speaks a really weird, ancient, and fucked up dialect of Basic that could basically scan to Elizabethan English, and whose name is probably Kowalski—what he needs, and that one tells an older, larger and more intimidating one. Then that one yells a lot in a language Yoda has never heard before, and several hundred clones are suddenly hauling ass into gunships.
Enter one Anakin Skywalker and one Padmé Amidala, who are about to acquire some friends, none of whom understand a word they’re saying. They fuck some things up, get strapped to some poles to be devoured by Space Beasts of some sort, and then escape.
Battle of Geonosis happens. Mace Windu quickly discovers that the answer to the question what do the clones speak is effectively every language except Basic, and the answer is also supremely inconsistent. He is Suffering. He is Experiencing The Horrors. Obi-Wan is likewise fighting for his life because he speaks a fancy-ass dialect of Mando’a that the clones don’t understand. This is because they, like normal people, don’t talk like dignitaries on diplomatic missions.
Moving on! Obi-Wan gets assigned Alpha-17. Alpha-17 is a demon. Actually. He probably speaks Basic but refuses to out of spite. This is the biggest asshole to ever stomp his way into a Venator and terrify Anakin Skywalker into cowering submission. (He may even be why Anakin behaved like that as Vader. We will never know!) Like most clones, Alpha-17 speaks four languages. Clonespeak, Mando’a, Kaminoan, and Huttese. In that order. So he has no real trouble communicating with either Anakin or Obi-Wan.
What he does have, though, is a surplus of kids. Like it or not (he insists he doesn’t) they are his kids, and he wants them to have a shot at having a moderately tolerable existence. Enter everyone’s favorite group of six weirdos: Wolffe, Ponds, Fox, Bly, Cody, and Rex.
Wolffe is easy. He’s horrible with languages, and so gets sent to Plo Koon, who speaks through a translator anyway. Add Mando’a to the translator, and bang! Easy. Done. They understand each other perfectly.
Ponds is also easy. He, being sensible, learned Basic, so he goes to Mace Windu, who is equally sensible (and grateful for the easy transition).
Fox, who is a scheming little shit and also just so happens to speak Naboo, get sent to Coruscant. The Chancellor can’t get one over on him if Fox can understand every word he says, and most Senators have protocol droids with them for translation anyway.
Bly speaks Ryll, so she gets Aayla Secura. Again, easy.
Cody, on the other hand? Cody speaks the same languages as 17. Cody has a favorite younger brother who needs guidance. Cody, therefore, gets deposited with Obi-Wan, and Rex? Rex gets Anakin.
But the issue with Rex is he and Anakin have no language in common. Rex’s elective language was Togruti, and like the rest of his batch he also speaks Tusken sign. Because his batch are a bunch of assholes who wanted an extremely private way to talk.
So. Anakin and Rex start off the war with no way to communicate! None! Literally not one language in common!
And they do try to communicate—via charades, via text, et cetera—but they don’t really have access to translation software on a regular basis and thus things become complicated.
Things are made even more complicated by the fact that Rex, like Wolffe, is shit at language learning. Anakin, who isn’t, could try to learn clonespeak, and does! But when you can’t communicate with the person teaching you it is immensely slow going.
And thus, our premise is complete. How do you run a war with someone you can’t talk to?
Well, it depends. If you’re Anakin, you say, maybe I can figure a way around this.
