PUSHING THROUGH THE RACING CROWDS IS  never an easy feat  —  but it’s one he always manages to achieve, or at least try.  ever since watto sold him back to gardulla  —  he might belong to her and jabba;  he’s not really sure  —  he’s been making breaks for mom’s house after a pod-race finishes.  he’ll get a sound beating for it when the guards catch up with him, but he doesn’t care.  not when he finds mom and runs into her arms  —  just as he does now, outside one of the mos espa cantinas.  he buries his face in her rough-spun clothes, holding tightly, never-minding his racing injuries and dirt.    “  i miss you, mom.  ”    it’s what he always says, emotion choking his voice.  watto says he’s stupid for acting the way he does about all this;  after all, no slave’s mother ever tells her children that they’ll always be together.  but anakin has always been far too attached.    //   @ofstarrynights . 

❝ HEY, EMILY, DID you know that rossi is one of the most common last names in all of italy? ❞ wait for it, there’s always something else with quinn. ❝ that means, that i could be related - ❞ by adoption, at least, ❝ - to, like, half the country and i wouldn’t know because dad never tells me anything! ❞ and there it is. disguising her bitterness over whatever her father has done this time as a little fun fact for her godmother ... that’s kind of a new one for her. even if the whole being angry at her father thing isn’t nearly as new.

            “okay, okay -- so maybe I was the one who ate the last of the reese’s cups and totally blamed it on alex, but you know what - it was one time -- I was in some kind of candy coma that day, and it was a complete blur -- and then the OR was insane and then -- wow I am rambling again,” she paused, holding up her hands in defeat. 

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❝ I don’t know, but if they’re planning on spending nine days in The Louvre looking at paintings of naked babies again, I hope they’re 100-freaking-percent. ❞ she replies as she continues to paint her nails. The bottle of polish is balancing precariously on the duvet, and if Emily saw it, she would have a fit. She’s always lecturing Lorelai about how irresponsible it is to paint her nails anywhere near her fine linens.

                    “   i’m  FINE.   ”     there’s  blood  tracking down one side of her face, corresponding ear still ringing     (   she can hear her own  heartbeat  in it   )     and she thinks something in her  ankle  is broken and, really, katie looks nothing  CLOSE  to fine. but she avoids eye contact, tries to wave the other away. there’s people dead  &  dying  here and she doesn’t want the attention of a  STARFLEET DOCTOR  over them.     “   deal with the others, they  matter  more.   ”