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There's the time for living
There’s the time for dying in your arms
If I just had a chance
Well, I may be a little weary
But my journey's ending here
My songs remain unwritten
Guess that's what I'll ever leave
You've chosen me again, I promise it is not for nothing
Darkest hour's always just before the dawn
ziferblat – of us
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RHYS IFANS and OLIVIA COOKE for Entertainment Weekly
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Ah, non credea mirarti si presto estinto, o fiore! Passasti al par d'amore, che un giorno sol durò.
I wish you could still see my drawings of you, Mr. Stevenson....
Felt tip pen on paper. Oh, right, translation. It's from an opera "La Sonnambula" by Bellinni:
Ah, I didn't believe I'd see you Wither so quickly, oh blossom! You have faded away just like love, Which only lasted a day.
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Залишилося тільки два епізоди Асоки. Не знаю, що буду робити після.
"What I seek is the beginning, so I may finally bring this cycle to an end."
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Ray Stevenson as Baylan Skoll
AHSOKA | 01x02 - Part Two: Toil and Trouble
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Мене шваркнуло ностальгією 🥲
Піти передивитися, чи що?
“You know, Kid, it’s funny. A couple of days ago I asked Sarge for a little pussy. The next day, he brought you onto the team.”
“Don’t give me an excuse, Portman. No one here will miss you.”
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Ray Stevenson voices Gar Saxon in animated series, “ The Clone Wars “ and “Star Wars Rebels.”
So, I drew him in one of the Mandalorian armor his character wears.
Line art in traditional pen & ink. Color in PS.
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OK, so I decided to translate one of my drabbles for Лихожовтень Challenge from Ukrainian, bc why not?
Link for the original version below.
Fandom: Star Wars: Rebels
Characters: Ursa Wren, Gar Saxon
AU - Canon Divergence, Drama, Non-Graphic Violence, Unhappy Ending (for Saxon)
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It wasn't out of a sudden outburst of pity or mercy that Ursa Wren shot Gar Saxon in the shoulder.
There were no merciful people in the Death Watch.
Oh no, saving her daughter from him, she saw a great opportunity for herself. To get her rightful revenge. The opportunity to torment him as he tormented her family, therefore closing the circle.
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"I will peel off all the skin of yours." Ursa promises, almost gently touching his chin.
"I will do exactly what I have dreamed of for a long time. I will gouge out your eyes, tear out your nails. This is what you deserve, Saxon. For threatening me and my clan. For taking my husband and son hostages. For trying to kill my daughter. For you have no honor."
She slaps him mockingly on the cheek and barely manages to draw her hand away before strong teeth could clench on her fingers.
Well, of course, wounded animals are the most dangerous, and Gar Saxon is a remarkable bird of prey.
"At least knock out my teeth, to begin with." Saxon kindly advises her, tilting his head to one side.
"Because, look, I'll easily rip your throat. There's not much work, but family reunification will be cancelled."
Without saying a word, Ursa drives a scalpel into his leg. Instead of a cry of pain, there's just a low growl, but even it brings her joy. After all, Gar Saxon can take pain.
Once, a long time ago, he got stitched in almost field conditions. A pile of small fragments needed to be extracted from a severed thigh, and he only cursed and clenched his teeth.
Ursa helped hold him down so that he wouldn't twitch and in that moment was secretly jealous of such durability.
And even now she is still a little jealous, to be honest.
Ursa grabs Saxon by his short gray hair, forcing him to pull his head back, pulls the scalpel from his leg and places it against the Adam's apple.
"Tell me just one thing, Saxon." Ursa bends down to a rough face covered with old, faded scars.
"Have you never been disgusted with yourself? From the fact that you betrayed your identity for your own benefit?"
"I was." He quietly answers.
"I've been disgusted with myself more often than you can imagine, Ursa. But not because I took care of myself, no. You see, someone had to." Saxon does not look away. There is no trace of fear in his grey eyes.
"Don't waste time talking, Ursa. You came to torture me, then do so. Do everything you promised."
He comes forward to meet the blade, cutting himself, and a thin trickle of blood runs down his neck.
"As you wish." Answers Ursa and makes the first cut with a firm hand.
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Aw yes, smart woke westerner with zero knowledge about my country, constantly sucking pro-russian narratives will explain stupid eastern european me, how things are. Z=Putin. Z=Supporting genocide. Russia is still an empire in everything but name.
Най би тя качка копнула, українофоб.
If you unironically say Slava Ukraini, I just assume you're a fascist or fascist apologist.
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Slovak, romanian and hungarian women by Marianne Stokes (circa 1909).
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