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ROTSFan Registered: Jul '06	Date Posted: 1/5/08 2:52am Subject: RE: "The Most Powerful Jedi Ever" - The Official Anakin Skywalker Fanclub
	Ani_Lover posted: You're right.... I just checked your link and I gotta say: Not enought of the sexy. Gimme the sexy!! I mean, hello? Ani/Vader was HOT!!! I know! It's like they're doing their best to make him ugly-a feat not easily accomplished with Hayden's pretty features. -----signature----- Fics in profile; ask me to unlock ~I did nothing. I did absolutely nothing, and it was everything I hoped it would be." - Office Space
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PMT99 Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 1/7/08 6:44am Subject: RE: "The Most Powerful Jedi Ever" - The Official Anakin Skywalker Fanclub
	TragicLove posted: I'd love to read a fanfic of yours, Dawn. As far as a new topic goes.... How about Anakin's rumored padawan in the upcoming Clone Wars series? Her name's Asoka, and she's a Togruta Jedi (the same species as Shaak Ti). You can see her standing between Obi-Wan and Anakin in the CIV poster, and in the co-pilot's seat at the end of the CW:3D trailer. There isn't much to say, because we don't really know anything about her yet. But she's been described by Randy Stradley (Senior Editor of Dark Horse comics) as being a "spitfire". I think giving Anakin a padawan is a really cool idea, one that doesn't mess with continuity. It wasn't uncommon for padawans to be re-assigned to another Master over the course of the Clone Wars, because their own sometimes died in battle. Perhaps that's the reason she and Anakin are put together? After all, Anakin was Ki-Adi-Mundi's padawan for a short while. I'm looking forward to seeing how Anakin handles a younger student similar to himself, as opposed to a more dogmatic and traditional padawan like Obi-Wan was. You could also see it as a glimpse of what Anakin would have been like with a certain other "spitfire" we all know and love. What do you guys think? I don't believe that the Jedi Council would allow Anakin to have his own padawan because he still behaves like a padawan himself. He wasn't mentally ready to become a Jedi Master so it should be fitting that he shouldn't be ready to have an apprentice either.
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Qui-Dawn Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 2/3/08 10:19pm Subject: RE: "The Most Powerful Jedi Ever" - The Official Anakin Skywalker Fanclub - Date Edited: 2/3/08 10:22pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Qui-Dawn
	appropriately deeply contemplative expression, steeples her fingers together and strokes her chin in a mimed thoughtful manner Mmmmmmmm, oh, well, certainly it does seem to me too that....what with the sad and unfortunate and rather disheartening, I daresay even terribly unfair fact and the vexing, thoroughly aggravating and futilely frustrating plain truth that, yes, as it all turned out, the war - so unrelentingly and mercilessly hard, harsh and pitilessly cruel after all, ugly and bloody and filled with goodness only knows how much chaos and suffering and death too, and from one far-flung end of the galaxy to another and back again come to think of it - well, it actually was incessantly and constantly raging so long and hard like that, obviously for months and months and even years on end and there must've seemed like there was no end to it at all, and that too I'm guessing couldn't have been sitting at all well with Anakin either.... And I can only presume that he very much didn't after all, that maybe he actually wasn't so much fond of it, that he'd no other choice and there was really nothing else for it, and so he simply had to be fighting and warring, risking his very long and slender and supple-soft and smooth and well-toned handsome and fine-arced neck (and mmmmmm, yes, incidentally too you know what they say about a man who's possessed of such a magnificent long and smooth and muscle-corded and gently sun-kissed and slender-curving and undeniably strong and proud and rather defiant fine sculpture and shape of a neck like that, and to be sure like his specifically, after all....I mean, honestly, if even that much is....so long, and smooth, and firm....ohhhh, you know what I mean, I'm sure.... ) and even his own lean, lithe and graceful-moving, smoothly and tensely toned, muscle-rounded long and fitly rangy, athletically deft and mightily well-sculpted, wonderfully-shaped fine limbs too, for all that.... He, then, was the one who had to be right out there in the very hellacious midst and even the downright horrific and bloody, chaotic and brutal, even senselessly maddening thick of it like that, is the thing, he was the one who naturally had to be right there on the front lines and battling it out in the muck and mire of a thousand different battlefields all the way across the far-flung vast and lonely reaches of the Outer Rim and back again, for instance.... He was the one so fearlessly and nobly, bravely and stalwartly courting danger and chancing risk and threat time and time again obviously, like be it right there on the ground and fighting so fiercely and forcefully and formidably there from behind the hurricane-whirling lightning arc of his own blade to be sure, and thus making it pretty well hands-on direct and immediate and fairly personal too for all that.... Or well, heck, even if he was of course right there at the helm of his own stylish and distinctive little powerhouse and dynamo of a ship after all, and artfully fighting and flying, dodging, and weaving with the best of 'em too, in the wild and frenzied, insanely chaotic blur of one mad dogfighting space battle or another, when it's obviously very much deadly and dire dangerous, and there's a very real chance of getting blasted clear out of the sky.... (not that he likely ever gave that much thought, as though he didn't care at all to dwell on it or to even entertain the notion for that matter, because really, now - as though that could ever happen to the likes of him anyway, being the Chosen One and the galaxy's greatest, most gifted and talented pilot by far....honestly, as though being blown out of the sky or blasted to tiny pieces could ever happen to him anyway, he was clearly far too good for that ) Aaaahhhh but still, then, maybe the whole thing of it quite simply is that even though he was obviously the one obviously and unquestionably always fighting so bravely and valiantly, fiercely and loyally, and battling so boldly and daringly and in general proving himself quite the true and blooded and compassionate and noble and high-spirited reckless and fearlessly determined and beautifully, expertly deadly and sure young feckful Hero after all, acquitting himself quite well and skillfully and ably besides, swiftly and instinctive of reflex and steeled-hard stubborn of nerve and steady and sure and ever-confident of deftly-acting, quick-reacting hand.... Even though he was, then, obviously quite good and plenty more than capable and he certainly seemed to take to it well enough anyway, fighting and flying, battling and risking and all that.... Even though, too, he was clearly pretty well handsomely and strikingly, defiantly and stubbornly and strong-willed born and so dashingly and brazenly made for it too, then, being quite the Hero With No Fear and the well-earned and fairly-recognized Warrior of the Infinite and all that.... And for that matter too, even though maybe he did enjoy it well enough or at least tended to find it sheerly invigorating and thrillingly exciting enough, still I'd also wonder if, in the end, maybe it just wasn't so much to his liking after all, it couldn't have been his own personal preference anyway.... (and especially since the war was obviously dragging on and on and for months, even years too, and he'd no choice but to be right out there in the midst of it, and he was always called back to it, and it must've seemed like it might never end - no matter even how valiantly and nobly he was striving, however bravely he fought and determinedly he was trying to end it....even singlehandedly, too, if that's what it took) And so if he'd had his own proverbial druthers, you know, like if it had been something up to him and he'd any say in the matter rafter all, then after, you know, ju-uuuust maybe....he actually would've rather been most anywhere else, if you know what I mean, that even however much he was obviously needed out there in the midst of all the hell and horror and general bloodshed and turmoil and how he basically won goodness only knows however many battles and campaigns and sorties pretty much singlehandedly, and so, well, plainly put they clearly couldn't do this without him after all, they couldn't ever win the day, without him, yet I'd actually wonder too if even despite that, you know, like however much they were obviously relying on him and his audacious nerve and his fearless attitude and his charismatic and effortless Heroism and his masterful daring and his impressive power and his unmatched talent besides.... (if understandably so, mind you ).... And, oh, despite even however much they obviously couldn't do this and the war very likely couldn't ever be won without him....ahhhh, but still, though, all the same, maybe if it had been something up to Anakin himself, you know, like if he'd actually had a real choice in the matter, then, well - maybe he would have sought to get away from it at least for a little while, you know, to gave at least some respite and real relief from it all so that he didn't always have to be out there and stuck in the most far-flung reaches of the Outer Rim besides.... Just so that he actually could put it behind him and get well enough away from it and thus be able to breathe easy and actually, truly and deeply rest, and just have at least some surcease from all that harshness and hardship, hell and brutality and general insanity on the whole, so that he could have at least some time away from it all, so that he need not always have to be fighting, you know.... Just so that he is, indeed, actually able to escape the hell and horrors, the hardness, harshness, ugly brutality and lack of anything soft or tender, gentling and soothing there on the battlefield, and so leave it all very thankfully far and distant behind him and thus hopefully not have to think about it, too - at least for a little while.... Surely he's only long-since earned the likes of a respite and rest, the chance to get away from it all, to not always have to be fighting and risking so much - to be able to rest, and to be truly, deeply happy, and to leave all else behind him like that....surely he did long-since deserve it, for how he'd already been so long striving, bravely and loyally fighting, staunchly and stoically risking so much.... Maybe more than anyone else, he deserved the respite and relief - to not have to fight, for once....just exactly like that. Dawn. -----signature----- Anakin Skywalker is shagadelic! "Oh, the things you do to get me alone." - Anakin "Stop talking." - Padme The Rambling Court Bard of the A&P Defenders Royal Court Hayden is MY Love Muffin
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Qui-Dawn Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 2/14/08 12:02am Subject: RE: "The Most Powerful Jedi Ever" - The Official Anakin Skywalker Fanclub - Date Edited: 2/14/08 12:07am (1 edits total) Edited By: Qui-Dawn
	Mmmmmmm, well, I guess I was just wondering at least a wee intrigued and curiosity-provoked little bit, then....about how maybe it actually does just seem at least a wee bit of a shame after all, like at least the merest smidgen unfortunate or, at the very least, like one of those ahhhh yes, if only-type things, too, you know - the fact, then, that as things did indeed evidently end up going, given how it all worked out....the nature of timing, perhaps....that, oh, even lamentably enough, Padme for her part....never even did have the chance to see him, then, her loving lion and fair wild stallion of a warrior husband, and hers alone too for all that....maybe especially, then - when he was maybe rather more literally and attention-gettingly, eye-catchingly and quite aesthetically appealingly, tribally and boldly, starkly and plainly, vividly tattoo-having than would otherwise be usual for him. Ahem. And well, heck, not only I presume did she never even have the chance, which just doesn't seem at all fair either, truth be told....but maybe what's more, though, she never even realized what she ended up missing out on to begin with, that maybe she never even had much occasion to....never the chance to know what she was missing out on there, perhaps - especially if she wasn't at all anywhere even remotely near at the time, which unfortunately and alack-and-alas she really wasn't anyway.... wistful, deeply yearning look .... And of course that's nobody's fault at all to be sure, that's just how it all worked out and what circumstances apparently dictated, like it or not....she couldn't have known, I fear, what with being stuck back waiting and devotedly and forevermore always hoping and praying and perchance impatiently just biding her time back on Coruscant, so long and so far from him.... Even whilst he was just the same away from her, too, stuck basically way the heck out and gone in the middle of nowhere, and in the very midst of the literal wilds of the Outer Rim, too, for all that.... So I guess maybe there's just no way she ever could've known or suspected or even so fondly and adoringly, wistfully and yearningly dreamed of something like this after all, you know, of even the very idea, rare and treasured and tantalizing and uniquely especial after all, of her own husband, her love, her own personal Chosen One, her dear sweet soulmate Ani, all tribally and primally, almost wild-creature-seeming adorned, decked out in quite handsomely and ruggedly and rough-and-tumble raw and real fashion like that, all gloriously stripped down so vulnerable and sensitive-like and yet at the same time also with a definite air of the strong and the forceful, the resilient, the quietly, enduringly and unspokenly, dominatingly physically powerful too.... Something probably helped, by the way, or at least accented, in every twisting and artfully curving curlicue and sharp geometric and Maori-like point and angle by the tribally significant and spiritually obviously very meaningful tattoo there blazed upon his very skin too, I don't doubt, because after all maybe when the design itself just seems one meant to evoke or broadcast a certain strength or resilience or ancient primal-ness and natural-creature sense if you will, well, who knows but what that too can only help....at least to some extent, anyway. And, well, honestly, maybe it does just seem at least something of a shame or a bit of a regrettable or wistful, rueful, ahhhh yes if only sort o' thing, anyway, that Padme then was the one who never was able to see her own husband kitted out so splendidly and befittingly like this, that maybe she ne'er even knew, then, just how verrrrrry mightily fine and fabulous he could be - if indeed he was all done up in such unorthodox or unusual fashion.... Mmmmmmmm, yes, exposed and tender and sweetly sensitive skin and fearlessly bared flesh and great broad and powerful and resilient and enduring chest proud and confident and literally stripped and laid bare to the world, to be sure, and, oh, just all that really, though to be fair, well clearly that much at least was something with which Padme, for her part, was very intimately well-acquainted and thus purrrrfectly full well aware of after all....it's just, you know, the whole idea of a tattoo there of such bold line and distinctive design and drawn out like calligraphy upon his very giving and enduring flesh and skin and sensitive nerve and flexing, bunching, rippling muscle.... For even that much, then, I'm guessing probably would've proved at least a wee bit new and curious for her, and something else to explore and enjoy and intimately and carefully tend to at her leisure, and with all due up-close attentiveness too, I should think.... Mmmmmm, yes, evidently then 'twould have to make for just one thing more about him, on him, for her to enjoy and partake of.... And, oh, believe you me then that I most assuredly would, too....ahhhh, heck, just try to stop me, anyway, for I already know full well ju-uuuust exactly what I actually would end up doing with, and also to....those delicious and exquisite tattoos emblazoned with such craft and deliberation and intention there upon him, then....mmmmmm, tasty too, I must say....reminds me perhaps of that classic line of Phoebe's, from a "Friends" eppy, where she's talking about a new object of her affections by remarking that she just wants to "bite his bottom lip"....quite true and apt in this case, but I wouldn't be stopping just there by any stretch of the imagination, no-o, not at all in this case.... ) And especially not, after all, what with - his supple-soft giving and pliant and ever-velvety and lusciously soft and gently and lightly sun-caressed and finely Tatooine-burnished very skin so sweet, and his expectantly and eagerly-tensing and tautly rippling muscles there so fluidly flexing, arching, shifting and bending within their sheath of smoothest skin, and even the very broad and sculpted planes, the gently, smoothly rounded, graceful curves of limbs at once pliant, giving and tender, stimulating and inviting....and yet also equally as hard and unbowing and unrelenting and forceful and demanding and deadly as something steeled too.... And then, oh, also, that it was - that he then ended up so boldly and strikingly and rather uniquely and of course quite handsome lad ruggedly and rawly marked for it too after all, that he then was the one who really showed it as much.... Because this time it was obviously intricately and deliberately sketched out upon his very skin, marking him irrevocably if maybe only temporarily enough too, at that (which come to think of it on the one hand might've proved at least a wee bit of a relief for him personally, when all was said and done, I suppose....but on the other hand, though....well, awwwwwwww....drat, says I ) and traced over his every taut and tensing muscle and broad, strong curve and graceful supple arc and lean, lithe line and really to what seems like surely pretty much each and every single little tender dimple or exquisite and succulent, subtle little hollow in the way, too....and they really have just never, no, obviously absolutely never looked any better or more befitting and rough and tumble rawly and ruggedly and charismatically, powerfully handsome than they clearly do on him, that's what They certainly do seem to suit him well enough anyway, looking to me at least like they do some mighty fine and very complimentary things for him and his physique after all, the very imagine and attitude he presents there, too, traced out there upon his skin so soft and sweetly sweat-salted, and his muscles so hard and rippling tautly still, and corded up with such tension and raw energy and expectation still and bristling power too, the rounded smooth and graceful curve of his arm and the long and slender line and agile and and finely sculpted and shaped graceful curve of his neck too - the tangle of the design so intricate, spreading out all over him in such fine little bending curlicues, in such tattoos of bold and dark and stark line and such intricately curving and geometrically curling and tribally-evocative shape and twisting and turning organic arc, so artfully sketched and so precisely and organically, fluidly drawn out upon him and fair every inch of him too.... Or at least, well, certainly it's to quite the sizeable and thorough fine extent there over the great broad and powerful planed expanse of his chest, over the long slender line of his throat, the rounded curve of his shoulder, the sweep of his strong, resilient and enduring back, his steady, flexible and sensitive spine, and the fine expanse of his shoulderblade....and even scored in what seems like an especially sensitive and tender spot, there over the lightning-strike scar he already had goin' for him....and just like even so much as his mere collarbone too, like those succulent and tender and simply exquisite, delicate subtle little hollows barely there at the base of his throat and there above his beautiful breastbone, well, suffice it to say that there's just ne'er better out there than his....Never anything more beautiful or striking and dashing and well-suiting and quite heroically and wildly and formidably flattering, then, I daresay.... Perhaps, then, never anything which in itself seems to so well speak to the very nature and attitude and presence of him as a warrior and a Hero born, blooded, worthy and made, and also as quite the sheer Force of nature and even as rather the wild thing too....than even so much....as the tattoos themselves which he is then given, endures with strength and stoic attitude, and bears with pride and power....so that maybe what they actually do end up saying for him, or at least hearkening backj to, touching on and evoking well enough....is what he already very much is. They just, you know....make it something all the more visual and vivid and unmistakeable, that's all. Dawn. (currently still in the full throes of a fit of ecstasy, as with a distinctly hungry expression she carefully eyes a certain set of most gorgeous tribal tattoos, and intently, quite happily and dreamily ponders just what she'd like most to do to them, and with them ) -----signature----- Anakin Skywalker is shagadelic! "Oh, the things you do to get me alone." - Anakin "Stop talking." - Padme The Rambling Court Bard of the A&P Defenders Royal Court Hayden is MY Love Muffin
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Qui-Dawn Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 2/25/08 11:00pm Subject: RE: "The Most Powerful Jedi Ever" - The Official Anakin Skywalker Fanclub
	Mmmmmmm, oh, yes....so steeled hard of boldly drawn out and well rounded, sharp-angled and finely-sculpted confidently jutting jaw, so resolute of keen and ready, sharply perceptive and immediately, alertly attentive eye, so deft and steady and flawlessly skilled, quicksilver-light and fluidly, easily steering and so skillfully and exactingly maneuvering of bold and fearless hand, so quick of instinct ready and sure, so fleet of reaction impulsive and pure - with even but the merest and most deliciously tantalizing fine sheen of exerted, satisfyingly stimulated sweat there dappling his high, proud smooth brow, with even but the slightest excitement-quickened and roundly spent deep heaving of his broad and powerful and brashly-thrust chest too....it's Anakin for me, then....landing the Invisible Hand after all.... And relatively speaking, too, I'd have to say that it was done pretty well flawlessly and in pretty much textbook-perfect fashion too for all that.... Or, at least, certainly as much as could ever be hoped for or expected under the circumstances.... Just what he was full well able to pull off there, not even just piloting and steering as best as ever he could for all that but especially as best as could actually be done under the circumstances too - especially as that thing was basically shaking and shuddering and violently juddering and bucking this way and that and presumably even pretty much just fighting him and his keen and ready and expectant eye and his steady hands clenched taut and resolute over the helm too,, as though maybe it must've seemed more than anything like what actually was left of the ship at the time.... Which, of course, from one moment to the next was probably less and rather less still, as it was basically just shredding itself to tiny pieces and peeling apart by slow and fairly unnerving and disconcerting degrees too, and no doubt fighting him and his relentless control and take-charge attitude every step of the way.... And yet still it just seems like he did handle himself and it on the whole, with such precision, unerring skill and steady-handed, unflappable instinct, and under the circumstances maybe a certain modicum of grace too, from what I can tell. And certainly, then, with what he actually was able to so impressively and downright fearlessly, quite simply beautifully able to pull off there, a feat of flying unlike anything else ever seen before and one which surely would've put him in the proverbial history books and then some - if, to be sure, he also wasn't already there, anyway.... And, incidentally, between one thing, another and the proverbial third - one feat of remarkable, brazen, refreshingly audacious daring, and another of such brash and tirelessly brave, fearlessly devoted Heroism on the whole, well.... I can only naturally presume then that surely he'd have already found himself a well-earned and full well justly-deserved place there in the history books after all, then.... Surely he'd already long-since done it, right, so maybe then anything else, anything more....would only further add to it then, I'd expect....kind of like cementing or solidifying the legend after a fashion then, if you will. impish gleeful look And certainly all the more so for just what a formidable and vastly impressive feat, praise-earning, kudos-deserving sort of accomplishment it actually was - the unheralded, unprecedented thing he managed to make happen there....and also as the only one who ever could have pulled it off that successfully besides. The only one, then, with the fearless and unflinching attitude enough, the utter and total, this-will-work-because-it-has-to, because-I-know-just-what-I-am-doing, I'm-good-at-what-I-do-so-it-will-work, simple-as-that certainty and self-assurance and a beautiful, unspoken trust-me-I-can-do-this, I'm-the-only-one-who-can, I-was-born-to-do-it sort of confidence enough, for it.... And mmmmm, yep, evidently then when it comes to matters of not just successfully and ably steering, surely piloting but also in enough of one piece even landing what amounts to little more than just half a ship at most and one which is only shaking and violently shuddering and basically flying itself all to pieces to from one moment to the next anyway, well.... Clearly, then, you're far and away much better off, in far more capable and many-skilled worthy, magnificently nimble, long and lean, beautifully lithe and adptible hands, then....at least so long as, well, it's the Chosen One actually there cool and confidently, take-charge commanding snug and steady and secure at the helm of things then.... At least so long, then, as he's the one at the controls and thus it's all well enough up to him, then, I should think that all would be just fine and there'd really be nothing to worry about and ne'er any reason to fret either.... At least so long as it's all just about him, and his skill deft and quick, his talent breathtaking and easy, his sure instinct and his steady, steeled and resolute nerves, his confidence bold and his courage defiant and unbowed, and....ohhh, well, honestly, very likely and especially in the midst of some fairly dire and deadly, fairly messily and permanently splatted-lethal circumstances, then, even when I guess it all had the potential to obviously be going so very dreadfully and catastrophically wrong there, well, who knows but what one just couldn't ever ask or hope for better or more capable and well-worthy, skilled and steady than the likes of him after all.... And really, now, his certainly are the only hands, so supple-smooth, magnificently long and lithe, slender and fluidly-tangling, flexibly-moving and artfully-graceful, that I'd likely ever feel safe and secure in.... Really the only ones of such shape, sculpting and precision, forceful and unyielding great skills, dominating strength, yet also such adoring, intimate and stimulating tenderness, such soothing velvet softness too....the only ones so talented which are worth even being in at all, I must say, namely of course his. And scarcely too can I imagine a better by far or still more safe and cozy and intimately pleasurable and encouragingly warm and comfy and soothing and secure place in all the world to e'er be, then, than right there....left in his hands, then, at any rate, and actually truth be told that's probably the only place I'd especially care to be right about now too. Mmmmmmm, yes, never better indeed.... Dawn. (warm and lusty and hearty purr all the while) -----signature----- Anakin Skywalker is shagadelic! "Oh, the things you do to get me alone." - Anakin "Stop talking." - Padme The Rambling Court Bard of the A&P Defenders Royal Court Hayden is MY Love Muffin
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chelsy_skywalker Registered: Mar '08	Date Posted: 3/1/08 9:33am Subject: RE: "The Most Powerful Jedi Ever" - The Official Anakin Skywalker Fanclub
	Anakin absolutely amazes me. The thing is I don't know exactly what he was thinking going to the Dark Side. I think that was the point. He was running blind with a knife in his hand by getting in league with Sidious. He only wanted to save Padme. And Sidious basically told him, "You leave me, she dies." Basically. And Anakin was going to do anything to prevent that. He loved her, and he wasn't going to let her die like his mom. That was enough drive to do that. His mother's death took a toll on him and there was no way he was going to let the love of his life die. Now..on the light love side. Anakin...happens to be 100000000000% absolutely amazingly handsome. A cut body of perfection that I'd LOVE TO GET IN BED WITH! Hahahaha. And that's certainly no joke. Every single part of him is 100% perfection. He's beautiful. Including his wonderfully cut scar that runs along his eye that Dawn was speaking of. I surely have missed this place. Dawn..you are my hero. -----signature----- "What the deal bro? Look I don't kill bro, I'm in your hood, if you a Gangster, what you here for?":D T.I "You can say that...we are encouraged to love." -Anakin Skywalker Hayden Christensen's complete love. <3
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MissPadme Registered: Jul '98	Date Posted: 3/2/08 8:17pm Subject: RE: "The Most Powerful Jedi Ever" - The Official Anakin Skywalker Fanclub
	He is absolutely a fascinating character, on more than one level . --MissPadme -----signature----- http://lazypadawan.livejournal.com The Star Wars Prequel Appreciation Society http://starwarsprequelappreciationsociety.wordpress.com/ I spent too much on collectibles! Where's my bailout?
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Qui-Dawn Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 3/9/08 11:03pm Subject: RE: "The Most Powerful Jedi Ever" - The Official Anakin Skywalker Fanclub
	Mmmmmmm, well, there's certainly no doubt that I am to be sure quite fond and rather greatly and adoringly, enamoured, then....of Anakin's, ahem, let's just say rather wonderfully, very breath-of-fresh-air headstrong independent, beautifully and brashly, stubbornly free-spirited, ruggedly distinctive and audaciously dashing, satisfyingly unpredictable sheer fashion sense after all.... For 'twould seem that he surely does have quite the highly-attuned, perceptive and mindful eye for it, and so instinctively and unerringly, flawlessly knows what's bound to suit him best - and what he himself would feel best in, and isn't that the most pivotal thing anyway? - with the majestically-billowing long dark cloak then, the sweeping robe of softest cozy wool and deepest brown-verging-on-black, flowing from his broad, proud, confident-thrust shoulders like water, or even the gentle caress of fine-woven, dusky dark silks so softly layered on his sensitive skin to be sure..... Or, perchance, be it even in the merest hint of a deep, deep warm and almost fire-coppery warm russet just barely and provocatively peeking out, snug at the very base of his slender-long and supple throat, hugging the sculpted, succulent angles of his beautiful collarbone (which is quite the masterpiece in itself too, incidentally) or the bold, sharp, clean lines of smoothed-out careworn leather, firm yet giving, carrying the very scent of him and redolent, fragrant of his very essence and animal musk, the radiating heat of his skin....that merest hint of leather so confidently, plainly worn, skimming the taut-muscled, broad-angled great planes of his chest, with its subtle dappled shine - and just barely, tantalizingly, provocatively hinting at midnight black, too....teasing there, but not quite, as though in truth he's just gone right to the opposite, most dramatic end of the spectrum....in settling entirely of his own accord on the deepest, most vivid of statement-making dark shades.... Like a palette of only the darkest, richest and most deeply-saturated hues, because of course, oh - none of this pale tan and blah cream nonsense for him, right....none of that unremarkable mundanity, he's just gone right for the direct polar opposite instead - the deeper russets, complimentary earthen browns and loamy, luscious hues, velvety and almost chocolatey deep (and aside, yes, maybe what with being so majestically swathed in all his finely-fitting layers of delicious, dark soft rich shades like that, Anakin actually was pretty much....dipped in chocolate, in a sense....and don't I know just where your thoughts inevitably went with that one, and here, come join me ) colour tones instead....heck, he seemed to make quite the deliberate point of doing so. Maybe it mattered much to him, then, that he'd have obviously gone so far with it, done everything he could to stand well-and-truly apart from all the others like this....to look it, and to be it. And it was all for the sake, apparently, of just following his own heart's dictates, his deepest, most abiding yearnings - going with what he wanted, for himself....and so maybe even this much, like in even this physically, visually-demonstrative way, would count as a personal victory for him. All the more apt reason, too, why he'd undoubtedly so gladly, eagerly and gratefully seize hard and fast on any chance to assert himself like that....to make a meaningful stand for his own heart, mind, wants and likes, how he chose to express himself....no matter even, apparently, whatever anyone else might have thought of it, or whether they'd have somehow had a problem (!!!) with it - because, after all, he was just doing this for himself, his own comfort, peace of mind above all else, I'm guessing. And even if others did take issue with it, for something like the bold, honest and unapologetic way in which he deigned to express himself like this, asserting his personality, mind and his own free will in even his unique fashion sense, well....what of it, then, honestly. And, well, hey, maybe the more that others - like, let's say, the rest of the herd o' common cattle that was the Jedi Order as a whole - if they didn't understand the likes of Anakin expressing, speaking for himself through even his wardrobe ("daring" to be different, aye - and, oh, the audacity of him for being his own person, right? bemused expression) - well, maybe that would just prove all the more that he actually did have the right idea with it, that he really was on the best track for himself....in going as he did with it, and proving already to have quite the free mind and heart, serious independent streak after all. Maybe, then, the more they severely disapproved of it, the more that just reaffirmed Anakin's own conviction that he had to be doing the right thing....and that it was a good move after all. Heck, I'd certainly be feeling so on his behalf, anyway. If they didn't like it, well, all the better clearly - especially if 'twas something they'd never dare dream of, but Anakin at least very much could, and did. A man apart, a soul unique, a heart pure, independent and wild, and a personality brash, willful and determined and very solidly defined.....and he even wore it as much, too - and if the Council or Order or whoever else didn't like it, well....stuff the whole lot of 'em, says I. Never any doubt, then, that Anakin absolutely did hav the right idea and should keep right on doing what he was doing, right, and asserting himself, his vibrant spirit, his energy and flair, in just this way precisely .... ....in even so much as his dark and richly, plushly soft, mysteriously inviting, provocative attire after all....and if they thoought it "wrong" (oh, as if-!) - then that only made it all the more right, for him. He, of course, was the one who so deliberately decided to make the point and self-statement, drawing the attention to himself in even so much as what he chose for his own satisfaction to wear....what he wanted of it, and maybe what he truly, deeply felt like himself in....seems only fair that he should be most comfy and content about it, anyway. And surely, I suppose that....maybe it would be easier still to be the great Hero bold, fearless, distinctive, dashing and brave and unusually, unpredictably unique....if he was also looking the part and fairly radiating it as well. For even though all that obviously came from within first and foremost - the charisma, the bravery, the independence, the spirit and the self.... Well, hey, surely anything else which attests to that, calls attention to the boldness and uniqueness of him....is perfectly worthwhile too. And so if he has that from even his own most striking, grand and statement-making, richly and warmly earthen-dark, exquisitely layered and wonderfully-fitting tunics, handsomely-billowing robe, all - if even what he so confidently and commandingly wears and so plainly and vividly presents like that, can say quite nicely for him as the one who dons it, makes that deliberate, studied and meaningful choic to go with it, well....that really is no small thing at all, I'm guessing. For the outside to mirror and vividly, wordlessly but unmistkeably hearken back to the inside, to bring it right out, in a sense....ohhhh, yes, no small thing at all there, such a feat, apparently. Dawn. (still currently in such a state of blessed and most splendiferously and fantabulously awesome Happy Birthday bliss, thanks to her mom and dad's most precious and dearly treasured, wholly unexpected surprise gift of a Hayden-autographed ROTS Anakin photo today....which is even now only mere inches away from my hand, in full place of pride and honour here on the desk, incidentally....mmmmmmmm, wonderful.... promptly and gladly, gratefully blisses out all over again) -----signature----- Anakin Skywalker is shagadelic! "Oh, the things you do to get me alone." - Anakin "Stop talking." - Padme The Rambling Court Bard of the A&P Defenders Royal Court Hayden is MY Love Muffin
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Qui-Dawn Registered: Jul '00	Date Posted: 3/24/08 10:59pm Subject: RE: "The Most Powerful Jedi Ever" - The Official Anakin Skywalker Fanclub
	"I don't like sand. It's coarse, and rough, and irritating, and it gets everywhere..." ....a sentiment on his part so boldly, honestly made, so plainly and unabashedly stated in a voice low, earnest and ringing with sincerity, and so emphatically felt and openly, unashamedly expressed, too - as he just comes right out with it like that, speaks his mind and exposes his heart thusly, even when it comes to such a seemingly small and simple, commonplace and usual enough thing - yet it's also something for which he does full well have his reasons....and ones born of long personal experience, and honestly, I can well see why it would be this way for him - that he would be pretty well-qualified and entitled to feel that way, to be of a certain mind and heart about it and say as much freely, openly, easily.... For indeed, yes, maybe he really wasn't so much overly fond - of the mere element of sand, so deceptively common, so usual - or even the very idea of having much of anything to do with it, I suppose, as though he just didn't seem to care for it on the whole....and perhaps he does have a point there, you know? I mean, honestly, just look at Tatooine, no wonder that he'd end up forevermore, inevitably associating even the mere thought of the element - with the likes of that wretched hive of scum and villainy....hard, harsh and searingly hot....rough, cutting and cruel, a vast and empty, killing desert expanse....a place of oppression, lack of freedom, deprivation and callous use, abuse and backbreaking labour and hardship.... And certainly it was sand, aye, dry dead bleached-bone sand everywhere, probably as much as it could ever amount to in his estimation - as though for him, it basically came down to sand, rough and coarse = Tatooine specifically, and all that it was for him.... ....what it had done to him, what he'd had to put up with there for so many years in the first place. And even though he didn't necessarily say as much at the time, like right when he made his casual, honest and sincerely-spoken, earnest and low-toned, sweetly and simply winningly shy little admission, speaking his mind and expressing his heart in even some small but still meaningful way....maybe, then, he didn't come right out and poitn-blank say that he was thinking of Tatooine when he said it, and wasn't shy about making it known - but on the other hand, well....perhaps he didn't have to plainly admit it, because oh, heck - there's really not much else it could be, in his experience. For whatever his own personal reasons and motivations, then, he clearly didn't like sand - or at least was understandably sure he didn't, anyway - because it reminded him of some things he really didn't much care to dwell on or have present in his life.... And, thus, surely it could only make him yearn even more for the direct and total polar-opposite, too. Because obviously that much, anyway - the softer and the smoother, natch - would've been so much more to his liking....and he even said as much, too, so earnestly and sweetly, shyly yet hopefully expressed as much with an endearing bite of his plushly-soft and silkily-pleated, flushed-full lower lip and the tentative, expectant hitch of his breath, and the gentle huskiness of the nakedly honest admission - and emphasizing the whole hands-on direct and very convincing point quite well too, I daresay, with even the merest passing, arousingly and inflamingly stimulating, deft and tender brush of his intoxicating fingers, too.... For, yes, obviously some sand in particular, as he would best know, can be all coarse, rough, gritty and irritating, harsh and aggravating-like, and generally not at all pleasant or welcome to the touch.... But, aaahhhhhh, the thing of it is that not all sand is like that by any means....for surely the Naboo sand, at any rate, would prove to be something else entirely....so much better, much more positive and welcoming, warmly-inviting and a thoroughly pleasant little surprise in his experience - something he could well enough enjoy, then, I don't doubt. Ohhhh, aye, so soft and smooth indeed it would surely be, and how very much he'd have to well-appreciate that aspect of it, very hands-on directly and personally too, I'd imagine - when it comes to things of such a beautiful and tender, warm softness, such a supple and fine smoothness....just how very, verrrrrry much this would meet with his own worshipful and attentive-eyed eager approval, then, and he would well-show it I'm sure....that it's the silky softness and the giving smoothness which appeals to him most by far, and maybe all the more so too because it contrasts so strikingly and vividly with what he's had before. And maybe, too, there's no way he ever could've known that it actually could be something only so much better than what he became accustomed to; maybe, then, he could've realized just how warmly, pleasurably good and positive a thing it could be, and how very much he could end up liking it - if only he'd the opportunity to see and feel it for himself, just what he'd been missing out on all that time....with questing, curious, long and nimbly-exploring intent fingers, and sensitively-appraising, nimbly-stepping, intuitively perceptive and vulnerable, tender-soled and broad-splayed bare feet, perhaps, with alertly expectant nerves, sensitive supple-soft skin, and all just for the sake of feeling it for himself, just how good the sometimes-tricksy and curious element of sand could be....when done right, anyway, when it was the better, softer, smoother kind in particular, tropically fine-grained and powdery-like-shifting-snow perhaps, and thanks sincerely be for Naboo in that case. Maybe, then, he'd just never before had the chance of a more positive sand experience....only all the more reason why he darn well certainly should, though, and high time indeed....because surely then he'd come to realize that he was actually fond enough of it after all, or at least as he'd know and could well enjoy it on Naboo, anyway....and there just feel it brushed up against his bare skin, or so invigoratingly and thrillingly, refreshingly tickling beneath his high, fine and deft-arched foot perchance (and I must say, too, that Anakin certainly does seem himself possessed of the most comely well-sculpted and handsomely, fetchingly-shaped fine foot too, and so flawlessly and gracefully long into the bargain, and hrmmmm, now - isn't there a certain saying about such long, and big, broad feet....? tee hee ) - or even scrunched up so deliciously between his toes curled deep into it, as though to all the better savour the sensation.... ....the pleasure simple yet profound, then, and the enjoyment and satisfaction of it - thus making for an experience with sand unlike anything else he might've ever been accustomed to before, worlds different and vastly far-apart from the likes of Tatooine, and only so much better for it! And mmmmm, yes, surely he'd not find it at all a hard or trying thing then, to have a certain liking for sand after all....and maybe he'd not mind so much the idea of letting it get, well....everywhere, really. And no doubt, then, that Padme for her part....would've been only too happy, and taken great, glad pleasure in it besides, to introduce him to it....so hat he could see and especially feel for himself, there in a whisper-soft, sugar-fine and gleaming-pale, uniquely soothing caress on his bare, receptive and sensitive skin....just how very good and appealing a thing it could be, after all....to, ahem, "lie out on the sand"....among other pursuits, though, I'm quite sure. Dawn. (now very lustily and heartily imagining, mmmmmm, quite) -----signature----- Anakin Skywalker is shagadelic! "Oh, the things you do to get me alone." - Anakin "Stop talking." - Padme The Rambling Court Bard of the A&P Defenders Royal Court Hayden is MY Love Muffin
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DarthBellumSolo Registered: Mar '08	Date Posted: 3/27/08 5:22am Subject: RE: "The Most Powerful Jedi Ever" - The Official Anakin Skywalker Fanclub
	HELLO!!!!! It is very glad, that has found you. Anakin - my most favourite character, and from him my love to Star Wars began. It beautiful, clever, strong, unfortunate... Choosen One....! Many thanks for photos, they simply remarkable!! I hope, you accept me to myself... -----signature----- Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader and Jacen Solo/Darth Caedus - my love! Heir to Skywalker - http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28592350/p1/?0 All roads conduct in the Dark side! I grieve on Darth Caedus and I mourn over it...
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NelanisGhost Registered: Jun '06	Date Posted: 3/27/08 9:54pm Subject: RE: "The Most Powerful Jedi Ever" - The Official Anakin Skywalker Fanclub - Date Edited: 3/27/08 9:55pm (1 edits total) Edited By: NelanisGhost
	Drool................................... http://desiringhayden.net/images/displayimage.php?album=1867&pos=0 -----signature----- May God Bless America. Grateful to have a job and a roof over my head.
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