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good morning gang i am having fallout 3 thoughts, specifically about rachel and constantly living in the shadow of her dead mother. how james almost never talks about her, but his avoidance in talking about her is just as overbearing. she knows they had this great love story and that she exists in its absence.

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compared to the doctor's hijinks, the artificer doesn't go to earth all that much - they're partially avoiding it because it's got the doctor's grubby little hands all over it and they kind of don't want to deal with the headache that would ensue if they bump into them. they also just kind of find earth a little dull; at least what they consider the "modern" era (humans). they fucking love dinosaurs and early earth that shit rocks.

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@sciefi, for jenny & the artificer. that's either very romantic or very sad.

          "why either?" the artificer's brows furrow quizzically, head tipping to one side with a wry smile. there's a hint of good - natured condescension as she studies her — not with any intended insult to jenny's intelligence. but the wistful, nostalgic kind of imperiousness that came with age & experience. with hands stuffed in their pockets, they shrug. "in my experience, romance & sadness aren't mutually exclusive — usually they go hand in hand," she gestures vaguely with her hand still in her pocket, waving her jacket about as she does so. "risk you run, and all that."

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an affirmitive sound hums out of her, bemused by his sudden bashfulness — especially after that bold display. but she doesn't tease, only lifts up her hand to toy briefly with a strand of his copper hair that had fallen over his brow, brushing it behind his ear. she did not need to see his face or feel its heat to know the shade of crimson his cheeks had turned. he was as familiar to her as the creases on her palm. as she was to him, she was sure. she had long ago recovered from the fear that came with being so intimately seen & understood, now there was only comfort in the closeness. but she was not a jedi with decades of conditioning against attachment to forget.

she offers him her silence as he grapples with his words, squeezing his fingers in her own. this type of domesticity; this future they were dreaming of was not typical on dathomir, it was something she had only really seen or heard of in her travels. but they had earned it, hadn't they? a community, safety, a day without glancing over their shoulders for pursuers. maybe it was selfish to want these things, while others suffered, but had she not suffered, too? those years of loneliness on dathomir, and those violent years spent fighting the empire any way she could must have earned her some type of bliss.

"i think we deserve that much," she slips her fingers between his, clasping them together. was their survival & happiness not resistance in itself? when the empire had tried to hard to stamp them out? would it not be enough to carve out one safe corner of the galaxy far from the empire's all - encompassing grasp. "i am tired of surviving, cal. i would like to live, before we are old & grey."

            ❛            grey instead of red ? ooh , that'd be the day.            ❜          i didn't want to admit just how hard my heart started beating at her confession , how flushed my face got , how warm , hoping that by ducking my chin & averting my gaze she wouldn't notice it. but her fingers traced my skin , & i knew she could tell i was blushing. whatever surge of confidence i had that allowed me to actually kiss her in public was fading , melting under the gentle drag of her touch upon my flesh. my throat bobbed as i swallowed.            ❛            i .. i want that , too. more than you know.            ❜          

tucking my face to my chest , i leaned forward , nudging my forehead against hers & taking a slow breath through my nose , eyes still trained on the bar counter between us , my hand outstretched to take her free one , & brush my thumb along her tattooed knuckles.            ❛            maybe we could .. make tanalorr a home. a real one. one that's safe , that .. that we can grow old in.            ❜          it had been nagging at me , the idea that bode had for the planet. a safe haven , not a training ground. it could work , to make tanalorr a mix of the two.

a safe haven for force users , for those persecuted by the empire , & not convincing them to fight back either. just safety , & a place to rest. my eyes finally rose back to hers , swallowed by their bottomless depths , fighting the urge to lean forward , to kiss her again.            ❛            .. together.            ❜          

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EMILIA CLARKE as QI'RA SOLO: A STAR WARS STORY (2018) dir. Ron Howard

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Star Wars Outlaws

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IN WAR, VICTORY. IN PEACE, VIGILANCE — IN DEATH ...

#GWAHREN. private, selective, mutuals only roleplay blog for the hero of ferelden. written by nan, 24, she/her. est. in 2019.

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kay “you can’t trust that someone’s always gonna be there” “i’m better off alone” vess when her crew stages an escape mission to free her the second she gets captured. kay “at the end of the day its just me and nix” vess infiltrating a star destroyer and risking her life to free ND-5 from his restraining bolt. i go crazy i go insane

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i'm not giving up. shepard and thane

"never thought i'd hear you say that, thane," not that she was complaining, leaning against the wall with folded arms with a smile that is almost smug. he'd been a man resigned to his fate for as long as she'd known him, though she hadn't been in a much better place when they first met. a woman resurrected from the grave, marching back towards it. "what made you change your tune?"

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something something there is no cheating death something something shepard knowing from the second she woke up on that table in the cerberus base that she was on borrowed time something something the tragic hero being aware of the audience and the ending.

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"Sounds like a team-up."

"We're already a team."

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I’VE NEVER IN MY LIFE EXPECTED TO SHIP A HUMAN AND A DROID WHAT IS GOING ONNN. OUTLAWS SPOILERS BUT IT LITERALLY ENDS WITH KAY AND ND-5 RIDING OFF INTO THE SUNSET TOGETHER???

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me vs people's fuckass custom femsheps in cutscene compilations

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i was not much older than you when i lost my family ... for many years, i carried this pain — I DID NOT WANT TO FEEL BETTER — i thought, if i let go of the pain, i would be letting go of the people i loved. BUT I WAS WRONG. and one day, i met someone who also lost his family. together, we found another way to survive. this pain is yours ... it is part of you — but it doesn't have to define you, and you must not let it consume you. #ASTERIMS — a science - fiction based multimuse featuring merrin of the jedi series.

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"cal," an ashen hand reaches up to cup his jaw as he so brazenly kisses her neck. though she does not shrink back or push him away, nor is her tone complaining, merely surprised. merrin was not yet accustomed to such public displays — she could not imagine that it was familiar territory for a jedi either. so she could only surmise that he enjoyed making her squirm. it takes considerable effort to maintain her cool tone, though her eyes widen & glance across the room to see if anyone is paying particular attention to their embrace. she turns her face, the tip of her nose brushing against his. "you are trying to distract me," it was working. this interlude had been almost blissful, but it was only that, an interlude. a stop before another period of struggle & worry. but now they had kata to think of — kata, who had already known so much violence & misery. was it so wrong for her to yearn to provide a childhood more stable than her own had been?

"this fight will not last forever, and we will not be young forever," she nudges his cheek with her nose playfully, entreating him to humor her & play along with her daydreaming. merrin willfully refused to think of their fight ending in any other way but in their victory, the empire defeated & those they loved safe. she would not imagine a world where one or both of them did not live see an untroubled sunrise after so long spent in fear. "i would like a bed more permanent than a cot on the mantis, and to stay in that bed with you until noon," a thumb drags along his cheek, her head angling back to appreciate the fine details of his face, her eyes particularly snagging on the curve of his lips. "i would like to see your hair go grey."

❛ let’s just stay here. grow old. ❜

            ❛            mm .. should we ? i'm sure greez would love that.            ❜          pyloon's was packed & busy , so loud that i had to angle my face in closer to hers to speak , brushing the tip of my nose playfully along her chin , before tipping my head forward & kiss her neck beneath her jaw. it was all a tease on my end , of course. i could never imagine staying in one place for too long , not when people still needed help , not while there's a war to fight. but after bode , after cere & cordova , things have slowed to a crawl , & i liked the peace of it all. tanalorr was comfortable , koboh was welcoming. it was easy.

i wrapped an arm around her shoulders to bring her in closer , breathing her in , wondering if she was serious. she still had so much of the galaxy to explore , so many different planets & cultures to experience. there was a time when i would've begged her to stay with me , match my pace , go with the flow , but .. now i'd never ask her to do that. whatever we were , whatever we were doing , i knew we were strong enough to endure distance if she decided to travel again. i took a breath.            ❛            then again .. we're still pretty young. i bet there's loads more for us to do out there , mer. together.            ❜

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merrin in that one red dress jessica wears in that deleted scene from the first dune movie,..... woah mama

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merrin in that one red dress jessica wears in that deleted scene from the first dune movie,..... woah mama