The Girl in Question

mercury-kid:
“ kezia-kawaii:
“ getlostpeeves:
“ leradny:
“ penprp:
“ ghostkwan:
“ hermes-is-my-homeboy:
“ hermes-is-my-homeboy:
“ ashashi-corner:
“ flargahblargh:
“ violaslayvis:
“ hermes-is-my-homeboy:
“ yo-daddys-my-bitch:
“May the 10 of Pentacles...

kezia-kawaii:
getlostpeeves:
leradny:
penprp:
ghostkwan:
hermes-is-my-homeboy:
hermes-is-my-homeboy:
ashashi-corner:
flargahblargh:
violaslayvis:
hermes-is-my-homeboy:
yo-daddys-my-bitch:
May the 10 of Pentacles bless your account with more money than you can spend. 💵✨
10 of Pentz came thruuu
Omg this actually works!!! Thank you 10 of Pentacles!!!
I could seriously use this money right now….
Please give me my refund of 400$ soon…
I feel obligated to reblog this every time it shows up in my dash
No bragging, just 100% floored and grateful. Work hard, maintain a positive attitude, and believe that anything can happen.
So I reblogged this exactly a week ago because I thought it was funny and uh lo and behold, a family friend wrote me a big ol’ check just to help me out of a tough financial spot AND my bank refunded me $32 for fees they’d originally taken out. SO UH YEAH. Reblogging this again in hopes that it brings equally good fortune to my followers.
Sure why not? Jobs bring in money and prosperity…
I NEED TO FIX MY CAR DOOR
It fucking WORKED.
give me money
i can’t afford to breathe
i need to fix my whole life please

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Anonymous asked:

I read the story Across the Stars by nite0wl29 which was beta-read by you and I was wondering if you considered to be a beta editor for an original fiction?

Hi! Uh yeah actually! I want to both write original fic and beta it tbh. I have been writing FF forever. Thanks for reaching out!

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everybodyhatesjake:
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trees-and-sky:
snakes-mp3:
kimburtrach:
transpodge:
christianbor-aghhhhghh-le:
wren-the-emo:
cupids-poison:
reblog this if you believe trans men are real men
like this if you dont
*likes* *reads it* *vigorously unlikes and reblogs*
*unliked and reblogged angrily*
look at all this green
makes this trans boy so happy
REBLOG REBLOG REBLOG
i AM a real man
make sure to REBLOG and NOT like this post :)
Nooooo I didn’t mean to like ittttttt ahhhhddhhh.tuduhehemeh
REBLOGE NO LIKE
REBLOGE NO LIKE!! !
I AM A REAL MAN YOU FUCKERS!!!
Well, I’m a real man, so reblogged it is
*Pinocchio voice* I’m a real boy!!!!!!

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moringmark:
I liked this post, scrolled for like another minute before I went “SHIT FUCK SHIT” and scrolled back to reblog it

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drnucleus:

Bedroom Hymns - A Reylo Fic by drnucleus
Author: drnucleus
Rating: E
Genre: Modern AU, Romance, Mild Angst, Semi-slow burn
Pairing: Ben Solo | Rey, Minor character pairings
Warnings: Healthy BDSM, D/s relationship, Male submissive, FemDomme
Summary: For much of his life, hotshot architect, Ben Solo, lived a life full of privilege and entitlement. Son of a Senator and Admiral, the world was his oyster. He slid easily into the alpha male persona that was expected of him. Yet, running his own architecture firm by his late twenties he’d never expected to be saddled with the control behind every single decision. And underneath that façade lay a man, yearning to lay it all down at the foot of a powerful woman. What happens when he uncovers that side of himself and that leads him right to Rey Erso; a psychologist and domme who decides to help him navigate the world of dominance and submission in the local scene. That is until they find they’re more compatible with one another than either of them previously thought.
Story Aesthetic | Story Playlist Master Post | Story Spotify Playlist | Story Misc. Post (Paperwork) | Story Research Master Post | Hymnals & Other Selfish Prayers
I. Prelude | II. Awakening | III. Painted Faces on Parade | IV. Paperwork | V. Defying Expectations | VI. Connection | VII. Burning Desire | VIII. Fight or Flight | IX. Elastic Heart | X. Ache | XI. Pursuit | XII. Off to the Races | XIII. What Kind of Man | XIV. Collar Stays On | XV. Courtship | XVI. Walk the Line | XVII. Lights On | XVIII. In Time | XIX. Body Electric | XX. Say Something Loving | XXI. Head Over Feet | XXII. Reign of Love | XXIII. Rockets’ Red Glare
Chapter playlist: Cherry – Lana Del Rey; Cool – Gwen Stefani; No Cars Go – Arcade Fire; Born to Run – Bruce Springsteen; Oh Woman, Oh Man – London Grammar; American – Lana Del Rey; Something – Jim Sturgess (Originally the Beatles); and Electric Feel – MGMT
Chapter Sneak Peek
Ben pulled the car around the circular drive halting it just before the entry way to the main garage when he saw an elderly man poke his head out of the massive oak front door. Ben grinned. “The old man is still truckin’, I see.”
“Who?” Rey asked as Ben pulled the car into park and turned to her.
“You’ll see, come on,” he said, motioning for her to get out of the car with him. The two of them got out as Rey took in Ben grinning widely from beneath his black Ray Ban Wayfarers looking less like a successful entrepreneur and more a son home from college in a gray v-neck t-shirt and black jeans. “Threepio!” He called out to the man, holding his arms up.
The elder man grinned and made his way over. “Master Ben! Oh, what a pleasure it is to see you come home!”
Rey watched as the two embraced and the older man clapped a hand to Ben’s back before turning to the silent observer Rey had become.
“Oh!” Threepio said, surprised to see a young woman. “Oh! Your mother did mention you were bringing your girlfriend home, now that I recall!” He said happily as he came over. “I am Chadwick Threepio the third, caretaker of Varkyino, and you are?” The man asked, holding out his hand for her.
Rey grinned warmly, stepping forward to shake his hand. He was a kind looking elderly gentleman who looked no older than his mid-seventies even though the delicate almost frail British tenor of his voice told her that he was far older. “Rey, Rey Erso,” she replied warmly.
He grinned and turned pointing his arm out to the house, “Welcome, my lady, Rey to Varykino.”
“Thank you,” Rey added as he turned and frowned at Ben who was carrying both of their overnight bags.
“Master Ben, must you carry your things.”
“You’re not a spring chicken anymore Threepio and I can handle two overnight bags, old man. Besides, why don’t you regale Rey with a little history lesson?”
Rey chuckled at the exchange between the two. “I had a feeling your family was disgustingly wealthy but Ben I didn’t realize it was McMansion estate and lifelong Butler wealthy”
Threepio turned to her with a horrified glance. “Butler! Miss Rey, no I am no butler. I have been caretaker of the estate since I came home with Master Anakin after the war. The Naberrie family took me right in.”
“He’s not a butler,” Ben interjected at the same time.
Rey raised her hands up and corrected. “Oh, sorry my mistake. Caretaker wealthy then.”
Ben shook his head. “I mean – where do you think the Naberrie’s got the money for a house like this.”
“Ben this isn’t a house. The Taj Mahal is a house by comparison,” Rey countered.
“The Taj Mahal is a tomb,” Threepio countered, making Rey grin. “The Naberrie family, which was a bright mix of Spanish and Israeli ethnicity heralding from the Sephardic Jewish culture, originally emmigrated from their chosen ancestral home of Malta in the early 1800s with the promise of American religious freedom that brewing antisemitism in Europe had made them consider the move in the first place. Varykino was originally built in 1849, after the California Gold Rush where Mistress Padme’s great-grandparents decided to move. The Naberrie family was wealthy in banking including helping to fund much of the railroads of the early frontier. Although they didn’t know about the underhanded practices and Robber Barons of the day. Here they decided to build their home. Their grandson, Ruwee Naberrie married the young and vibrant socialite, Jobal Thule, who would become parents to sisters Sola and Padme. It was while the girls were young in the 1920s that Jobal herself undertook overseeing the major renovations to the manor to bring it to the twentieth century with full indoor plumbing and electric thanks to the innovations of the Wizard of Menlo Park,” Threepio added, making Ben huff under his breath about what a thief and a charlatan Edison was.
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drnucleus:

Bedroom Hymns - A Reylo Fic by drnucleus
Author: drnucleus
Rating: E
Genre: Modern AU, Romance, Mild Angst, Semi-slow burn
Pairing: Ben Solo | Rey, Minor character pairings
Warnings: Healthy BDSM, D/s relationship, Male submissive, FemDomme
Summary: For much of his life, hotshot architect, Ben Solo, lived a life full of privilege and entitlement. Son of a Senator and Admiral, the world was his oyster. He slid easily into the alpha male persona that was expected of him. Yet, running his own architecture firm by his late twenties he’d never expected to be saddled with the control behind every single decision. And underneath that façade lay a man, yearning to lay it all down at the foot of a powerful woman. What happens when he uncovers that side of himself and that leads him right to Rey Erso; a psychologist and domme who decides to help him navigate the world of dominance and submission in the local scene. That is until they find they’re more compatible with one another than either of them previously thought.
Story Aesthetic | Story Playlist Master Post | Story Spotify Playlist | Story Misc. Post (Paperwork) | Story Research Master Post | Hymnals & Other Selfish Prayers
I. Prelude | II. Awakening | III. Painted Faces on Parade | IV. Paperwork | V. Defying Expectations | VI. Connection | VII. Burning Desire | VIII. Fight or Flight | IX. Elastic Heart | X. Ache | XI. Pursuit | XII. Off to the Races | XIII. What Kind of Man | XIV. Collar Stays On | XV. Courtship | XVI. Walk the Line | XVII. Lights On | XVIII. In Time | XIX. Body Electric | XX. Say Something Loving | XXI. Head Over Feet | XXII. Reign of Love | XXIII. Rockets’ Red Glare
Chapter playlist: Cherry – Lana Del Rey; Cool – Gwen Stefani; No Cars Go – Arcade Fire; Born to Run – Bruce Springsteen; Oh Woman, Oh Man – London Grammar; American – Lana Del Rey; Something – Jim Sturgess (Originally the Beatles); and Electric Feel – MGMT
Chapter Sneak Peek
Ben pulled the car around the circular drive halting it just before the entry way to the main garage when he saw an elderly man poke his head out of the massive oak front door. Ben grinned. “The old man is still truckin’, I see.”
“Who?” Rey asked as Ben pulled the car into park and turned to her.
“You’ll see, come on,” he said, motioning for her to get out of the car with him. The two of them got out as Rey took in Ben grinning widely from beneath his black Ray Ban Wayfarers looking less like a successful entrepreneur and more a son home from college in a gray v-neck t-shirt and black jeans. “Threepio!” He called out to the man, holding his arms up.
The elder man grinned and made his way over. “Master Ben! Oh, what a pleasure it is to see you come home!”
Rey watched as the two embraced and the older man clapped a hand to Ben’s back before turning to the silent observer Rey had become.
“Oh!” Threepio said, surprised to see a young woman. “Oh! Your mother did mention you were bringing your girlfriend home, now that I recall!” He said happily as he came over. “I am Chadwick Threepio the third, caretaker of Varkyino, and you are?” The man asked, holding out his hand for her.
Rey grinned warmly, stepping forward to shake his hand. He was a kind looking elderly gentleman who looked no older than his mid-seventies even though the delicate almost frail British tenor of his voice told her that he was far older. “Rey, Rey Erso,” she replied warmly.
He grinned and turned pointing his arm out to the house, “Welcome, my lady, Rey to Varykino.”
“Thank you,” Rey added as he turned and frowned at Ben who was carrying both of their overnight bags.
“Master Ben, must you carry your things.”
“You’re not a spring chicken anymore Threepio and I can handle two overnight bags, old man. Besides, why don’t you regale Rey with a little history lesson?”
Rey chuckled at the exchange between the two. “I had a feeling your family was disgustingly wealthy but Ben I didn’t realize it was McMansion estate and lifelong Butler wealthy”
Threepio turned to her with a horrified glance. “Butler! Miss Rey, no I am no butler. I have been caretaker of the estate since I came home with Master Anakin after the war. The Naberrie family took me right in.”
“He’s not a butler,” Ben interjected at the same time.
Rey raised her hands up and corrected. “Oh, sorry my mistake. Caretaker wealthy then.”
Ben shook his head. “I mean – where do you think the Naberrie’s got the money for a house like this.”
“Ben this isn’t a house. The Taj Mahal is a house by comparison,” Rey countered.
“The Taj Mahal is a tomb,” Threepio countered, making Rey grin. “The Naberrie family, which was a bright mix of Spanish and Israeli ethnicity heralding from the Sephardic Jewish culture, originally emmigrated from their chosen ancestral home of Malta in the early 1800s with the promise of American religious freedom that brewing antisemitism in Europe had made them consider the move in the first place. Varykino was originally built in 1849, after the California Gold Rush where Mistress Padme’s great-grandparents decided to move. The Naberrie family was wealthy in banking including helping to fund much of the railroads of the early frontier. Although they didn’t know about the underhanded practices and Robber Barons of the day. Here they decided to build their home. Their grandson, Ruwee Naberrie married the young and vibrant socialite, Jobal Thule, who would become parents to sisters Sola and Padme. It was while the girls were young in the 1920s that Jobal herself undertook overseeing the major renovations to the manor to bring it to the twentieth century with full indoor plumbing and electric thanks to the innovations of the Wizard of Menlo Park,” Threepio added, making Ben huff under his breath about what a thief and a charlatan Edison was.
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drnucleus:

Bedroom Hymns - A Reylo Fic by drnucleus
Author: drnucleus
Rating: E
Genre: Modern AU, Romance, Mild Angst, Semi-slow burn
Pairing: Ben Solo | Rey, Minor character pairings
Warnings: Healthy BDSM, D/s relationship, Male submissive, FemDomme
Summary: For much of his life, hotshot architect, Ben Solo, lived a life full of privilege and entitlement. Son of a Senator and Admiral, the world was his oyster. He slid easily into the alpha male persona that was expected of him. Yet, running his own architecture firm by his late twenties he’d never expected to be saddled with the control behind every single decision. And underneath that façade lay a man, yearning to lay it all down at the foot of a powerful woman. What happens when he uncovers that side of himself and that leads him right to Rey Erso; a psychologist and domme who decides to help him navigate the world of dominance and submission in the local scene. That is until they find they’re more compatible with one another than either of them previously thought.
Story Aesthetic | Story Playlist Master Post | Story Spotify Playlist | Story Misc. Post (Paperwork) | Story Research Master Post | Hymnals & Other Selfish Prayers
I. Prelude | II. Awakening | III. Painted Faces on Parade | IV. Paperwork | V. Defying Expectations | VI. Connection | VII. Burning Desire | VIII. Fight or Flight | IX. Elastic Heart | X. Ache | XI. Pursuit | XII. Off to the Races | XIII. What Kind of Man | XIV. Collar Stays On | XV. Courtship | XVI. Walk the Line | XVII. Lights On | XVIII. In Time | XIX. Body Electric | XX. Say Something Loving | XXI. Head Over Feet | XXII. Reign of Love | XXIII. Rockets’ Red Glare
Chapter playlist: Cherry – Lana Del Rey; Cool – Gwen Stefani; No Cars Go – Arcade Fire; Born to Run – Bruce Springsteen; Oh Woman, Oh Man – London Grammar; American – Lana Del Rey; Something – Jim Sturgess (Originally the Beatles); and Electric Feel – MGMT
Chapter Sneak Peek
Ben pulled the car around the circular drive halting it just before the entry way to the main garage when he saw an elderly man poke his head out of the massive oak front door. Ben grinned. “The old man is still truckin’, I see.”
“Who?” Rey asked as Ben pulled the car into park and turned to her.
“You’ll see, come on,” he said, motioning for her to get out of the car with him. The two of them got out as Rey took in Ben grinning widely from beneath his black Ray Ban Wayfarers looking less like a successful entrepreneur and more a son home from college in a gray v-neck t-shirt and black jeans. “Threepio!” He called out to the man, holding his arms up.
The elder man grinned and made his way over. “Master Ben! Oh, what a pleasure it is to see you come home!”
Rey watched as the two embraced and the older man clapped a hand to Ben’s back before turning to the silent observer Rey had become.
“Oh!” Threepio said, surprised to see a young woman. “Oh! Your mother did mention you were bringing your girlfriend home, now that I recall!” He said happily as he came over. “I am Chadwick Threepio the third, caretaker of Varkyino, and you are?” The man asked, holding out his hand for her.
Rey grinned warmly, stepping forward to shake his hand. He was a kind looking elderly gentleman who looked no older than his mid-seventies even though the delicate almost frail British tenor of his voice told her that he was far older. “Rey, Rey Erso,” she replied warmly.
He grinned and turned pointing his arm out to the house, “Welcome, my lady, Rey to Varykino.”
“Thank you,” Rey added as he turned and frowned at Ben who was carrying both of their overnight bags.
“Master Ben, must you carry your things.”
“You’re not a spring chicken anymore Threepio and I can handle two overnight bags, old man. Besides, why don’t you regale Rey with a little history lesson?”
Rey chuckled at the exchange between the two. “I had a feeling your family was disgustingly wealthy but Ben I didn’t realize it was McMansion estate and lifelong Butler wealthy”
Threepio turned to her with a horrified glance. “Butler! Miss Rey, no I am no butler. I have been caretaker of the estate since I came home with Master Anakin after the war. The Naberrie family took me right in.”
“He’s not a butler,” Ben interjected at the same time.
Rey raised her hands up and corrected. “Oh, sorry my mistake. Caretaker wealthy then.”
Ben shook his head. “I mean – where do you think the Naberrie’s got the money for a house like this.”
“Ben this isn’t a house. The Taj Mahal is a house by comparison,” Rey countered.
“The Taj Mahal is a tomb,” Threepio countered, making Rey grin. “The Naberrie family, which was a bright mix of Spanish and Israeli ethnicity heralding from the Sephardic Jewish culture, originally emmigrated from their chosen ancestral home of Malta in the early 1800s with the promise of American religious freedom that brewing antisemitism in Europe had made them consider the move in the first place. Varykino was originally built in 1849, after the California Gold Rush where Mistress Padme’s great-grandparents decided to move. The Naberrie family was wealthy in banking including helping to fund much of the railroads of the early frontier. Although they didn’t know about the underhanded practices and Robber Barons of the day. Here they decided to build their home. Their grandson, Ruwee Naberrie married the young and vibrant socialite, Jobal Thule, who would become parents to sisters Sola and Padme. It was while the girls were young in the 1920s that Jobal herself undertook overseeing the major renovations to the manor to bring it to the twentieth century with full indoor plumbing and electric thanks to the innovations of the Wizard of Menlo Park,” Threepio added, making Ben huff under his breath about what a thief and a charlatan Edison was.
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drnucleus:

Bedroom Hymns - Masterpost
Author: drnucleus
Rating: E
Genre: Modern AU, Romance, Mild Angst, Semi-slow burn
Pairing: Ben Solo | Rey, Minor character pairings
Warnings: Healthy BDSM, D/s relationship, Male submissive, FemDomme
Summary: For much of his life, hotshot architect, Ben Solo, lived a life full of privilege and entitlement. Son of a Senator and Admiral, the world was his oyster. He slid easily into the alpha male persona that was expected of him. Yet, running his own architecture firm by his late twenties he’d never expected to be saddled with the control behind every single decision. And underneath that façade lay a man, yearning to lay it all down at the foot of a powerful woman. What happens when he uncovers that side of himself and that leads him right to Rey Erso; a psychologist and domme who decides to help him navigate the world of dominance and submission in the local scene. That is until they find they’re more compatible with one another than either of them previously thought.
Story Aesthetic | Story Playlist Master Post | Story Spotify Playlist | Story Misc. Post (Paperwork) | Story Research Master Post | Hymnals & Other Selfish Prayers
I. Prelude | II. Awakening | III. Painted Faces on Parade | IV. Paperwork | V. Defying Expectations | VI. Connection | VII. Burning Desire | VIII. Fight or Flight | IX. Elastic Heart | X. Ache | XI. Pursuit | XII. Off to the Races | XIII. What Kind of Man | XIV. Collar Stays On | XV. Courtship | XVI. Walk the Line | XVII. Lights On | XVIII. In Time | XIX. Body Electric | XX. Say Something Loving | XXI. Head Over Feet | XXII. Reign of Love | XXIII. Rockets’ Red Glare
Chapter XXIII Now on AO3
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Bedroom Hymns - A Reylo Fic by drnucleus

Author: drnucleus
Rating: E
Genre: Modern AU, Romance, Mild Angst, Semi-slow burn
Pairing: Ben Solo | Rey, Minor character pairings
Warnings: Healthy BDSM, D/s relationship, Male submissive, FemDomme
Summary: For much of his life, hotshot architect, Ben Solo, lived a life full of privilege and entitlement. Son of a Senator and Admiral, the world was his oyster. He slid easily into the alpha male persona that was expected of him. Yet, running his own architecture firm by his late twenties he’d never expected to be saddled with the control behind every single decision. And underneath that façade lay a man, yearning to lay it all down at the foot of a powerful woman. What happens when he uncovers that side of himself and that leads him right to Rey Erso; a psychologist and domme who decides to help him navigate the world of dominance and submission in the local scene. That is until they find they’re more compatible with one another than either of them previously thought.

Chapter playlist: Cherry – Lana Del Rey; Cool – Gwen Stefani; No Cars Go – Arcade Fire; Born to Run – Bruce Springsteen; Oh Woman, Oh Man – London Grammar; American – Lana Del Rey; Something – Jim Sturgess (Originally the Beatles); and Electric Feel – MGMT

Chapter Sneak Peek

Ben pulled the car around the circular drive halting it just before the entry way to the main garage when he saw an elderly man poke his head out of the massive oak front door. Ben grinned. “The old man is still truckin’, I see.”
“Who?” Rey asked as Ben pulled the car into park and turned to her.
“You’ll see, come on,” he said, motioning for her to get out of the car with him. The two of them got out as Rey took in Ben grinning widely from beneath his black Ray Ban Wayfarers looking less like a successful entrepreneur and more a son home from college in a gray v-neck t-shirt and black jeans. “Threepio!” He called out to the man, holding his arms up.
The elder man grinned and made his way over. “Master Ben! Oh, what a pleasure it is to see you come home!”
Rey watched as the two embraced and the older man clapped a hand to Ben’s back before turning to the silent observer Rey had become.
“Oh!” Threepio said, surprised to see a young woman. “Oh! Your mother did mention you were bringing your girlfriend home, now that I recall!” He said happily as he came over. “I am Chadwick Threepio the third, caretaker of Varkyino, and you are?” The man asked, holding out his hand for her.
Rey grinned warmly, stepping forward to shake his hand. He was a kind looking elderly gentleman who looked no older than his mid-seventies even though the delicate almost frail British tenor of his voice told her that he was far older. “Rey, Rey Erso,” she replied warmly.
He grinned and turned pointing his arm out to the house, “Welcome, my lady, Rey to Varykino.”
“Thank you,” Rey added as he turned and frowned at Ben who was carrying both of their overnight bags.
“Master Ben, must you carry your things.”
“You’re not a spring chicken anymore Threepio and I can handle two overnight bags, old man. Besides, why don’t you regale Rey with a little history lesson?”
Rey chuckled at the exchange between the two. “I had a feeling your family was disgustingly wealthy but Ben I didn’t realize it was McMansion estate and lifelong Butler wealthy”
Threepio turned to her with a horrified glance. “Butler! Miss Rey, no I am no butler. I have been caretaker of the estate since I came home with Master Anakin after the war. The Naberrie family took me right in.”
“He’s not a butler,” Ben interjected at the same time.
Rey raised her hands up and corrected. “Oh, sorry my mistake. Caretaker wealthy then.”
Ben shook his head. “I mean – where do you think the Naberrie’s got the money for a house like this.”
“Ben this isn’t a house. The Taj Mahal is a house by comparison,” Rey countered.
“The Taj Mahal is a tomb,” Threepio countered, making Rey grin. “The Naberrie family, which was a bright mix of Spanish and Israeli ethnicity heralding from the Sephardic Jewish culture, originally emmigrated from their chosen ancestral home of Malta in the early 1800s with the promise of American religious freedom that brewing antisemitism in Europe had made them consider the move in the first place. Varykino was originally built in 1849, after the California Gold Rush where Mistress Padme’s great-grandparents decided to move. The Naberrie family was wealthy in banking including helping to fund much of the railroads of the early frontier. Although they didn’t know about the underhanded practices and Robber Barons of the day. Here they decided to build their home. Their grandson, Ruwee Naberrie married the young and vibrant socialite, Jobal Thule, who would become parents to sisters Sola and Padme. It was while the girls were young in the 1920s that Jobal herself undertook overseeing the major renovations to the manor to bring it to the twentieth century with full indoor plumbing and electric thanks to the innovations of the Wizard of Menlo Park,” Threepio added, making Ben huff under his breath about what a thief and a charlatan Edison was.