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Positivity Meme  {{ accepting }}

“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same” ― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

When the universe decides That two souls are destined, it will stop at nothing. It does not matter. What is meant to be, will be. Sometimes another will be intertwined, who is just as connected to each individual soul. But still at the core it is them, two beings tied together by invisible strings drawing them in until there is no doubt left. They belong together, forever and always.

“Obi-Wan.”

For once, Anakin dropped the honorary title.

“As soon as you receive this, you’ll meet me on Mustafar. I don’t care if you’ve completed your mission. It doesn’t matter anymore.”

He bowed his head for a moment.

“I wouldn’t do this if I knew I could trust you,” he said at length, coming to a decision, and then stepped back, out of range of Artoo’s holorecorder. When his image reconstituted, his hands were full. His mechanical fingers gripped Nute Gunray’s severed head, the Neimoidian’s slimy features still twisted with fear. And his flesh hand was clenched in Johanna’s hair, dragging her forward. He flung her in front of him with nothing less than disgust.  “If you want her safe, you’ll come alone, and you won’t breathe a word of this to the Council.”

Favorite movie- I guess ROTS because I’m a basic bitch. I haven’t seen many movies anyways because I don’t have the time or patience.

Share a song you think the asker would enjoy-Wow I suck at music suggestions because I’m so secretive about my true music taste. Maybe Red by Mowbeck???

Favorite pastime-Besides writing, I like to sing. I do a lot of shit on this smule karaoke app. It’s hella fun.

CHARLOTTE

bake a cake from scratch | ride a horse | drive a submarine | speak a second language (somewhat) | dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | build a deck | ice skate | unclog a drain | program a computer | change a flat tire | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play poker | paint | fly a kite | sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper | sing | shoot a bow and arrow | ride a bike | swim | sail a boat | do a backflip | play chess | give cpr | pitch a tent | flirt | stitch a wound | read palms | use chopsticks | write in cursive/calligraphy | use an electric drill | braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | do sudoku puzzles | wrap a gift | give a good massage | jump-start a car | roll their tongue | magic tricks | yoga | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle a deck of cards | read morse code | pick a lock

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Anakin rolled his eyes, he might deny it but then why was he looking away right now? Almost as if he was ashamed. “It ain’t flattering if it’s true.” He quipped back smiling despite the rain that was still falling. 

“The commlink still isn’t working. I think it is broken.” He replied while stealing a glance. The situation might look gloomy but somehow Obi-Wan still managed to look as calm and composed as ever. In fact one could ever argue that he looked even better then usual even if if both of them were soaked till the bone.