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rp sentence starters taken from keaton st james’ work , growing.

“ love looks like dandelions in bloom. ” “ say this pain will pass. ” “ your soul , so soft and full of shuddering. ” “ they found your bones piled in the dark fern bushes. ” “ you’ve never been the same since. ” “ you were brought home but a part of you is still there. ” “ anything besides this great, terrible silence born of feeling unalive. ” “ you have returned. ” “ i have come for you. ” “ you are too blinding  , i don’t want to look. ” “ this is a dream from which i know i will wake. ” “ i will lend you my shoulders and my hands. ” “ i don’t have strength in me to touch anyone yet. ” “ i’ve kept you waiting for too long. ” “ let’s embrace as equals. ” “ we dream of moments like this. ” “ can you feel how your withered heart opens up? ” “ it’s ready to heal. ” “ you feel not like a human but like a piece of the wild , burning sky. ” “ close your eyes and catch snowflakes on your tongue. ” “ have you let go of the ails that anchor you yet? ” “ in a forest clearing we stand around the bonfire we built ourselves. ” “ your sorrows and my sorrows are ashes. ” “ my spine is softer now , but still strong. ” “ in the right kind of light , we look like sparrows. ” “ in the right kind of dark , our hipbones become hollows where angels rest. ” “ we must always risk crashing into the rough land so that we may kiss the clouds. ” “ you’re wild like a dream is wild and bright like a dream is bright. ” “ when we think awestruck , we mean you. ” “ when we think you , we mean liberated. ”  “ you become the rush of air under a blue jay’s wing. ” “ people who don’t know will try to tell you that it feels like a fist to the jaw. ” “ they don’t know the truth of it. ” “ oh , how beautiful you are. ” “ promise me you will always be shining like this. ” “ fleeing like a ghost afraid of the light any time someone speaks your name. ” “ you can be a comet tearing open the sky if you want. ” “ never let them drain the river of your soul. ” 

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ind. jannah. headcanon-based. pri & sel. penned by moony. (sideblog to wingresistance)

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        ❛  𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔.  then again, seemed you were largely the 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍 in all of those.   ❜   the jedi master luke skywalker, by all accounts of the first order exceedingly powerful ; once influential but now inconsequential.  it’s a story she hasn’t yet pieced together – the narrative undoubtedly twisted to suit the needs of those that wielded the power. 

        but the man stands before her now, and all she can sense is a deep sadness.  none of the grandeur placed upon his name is present, though the power remains there nonetheless. with decision made, she dips her head in a nod.      ❛   i’m jannah.   ❜  // @𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄​

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jannah is force sensitive, send tweet.

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Emily Dickinson, from The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson; “I Would Not Paint–A Picture,”

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Kelly: We had a walk. We went for a drink. We immediately hit it off. 

Naomi: I had never, in previous films, met someone who was so on my wavelength.

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         the resistance base is rife with colour and life. a cacophony of sounds and smells and sensations, and she breathes it all in deep, holding their precious litany to her chest as she wanders through the crowd. their joy is deep as it washes over her, 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑, but an edge of 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 twists around it, and she knows without question their triumphs and failures ; the victory not won without loss. 

       she watches faces past, and her fingers trace the strap of the lightbow on her back. it’s a kind scene, but it overwhelms quick - so far from the QUIETNESS of kef bir -  and she retreats. a quick step back causes her to stumble into the path of someone else. her eyes dart -  swift  - to search for a familiar face, but it appears not to be so.    ❛  sorry, wasn’t looking where i was going. you must be part of the resistance?  ❜  // @𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓�� / 𝐋𝐀𝐈

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𝙰𝙽𝚂𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙳

“ the memories hurt the most. ” // @𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑​

        𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒? the memories were small flickers of what came before.  lingering flashes of a home and a family that had been wrestled from her grasp.  WARMTH and COLOUR replaced with empty sterility; dreams replaced with targets.  they took them when they were young, and intended to erase whatever came before, but it never quite worked, not in the way the first order had hoped for it to be.

      ❛  they do.  that’s the one thing they’d never been able to squash, not with all the testing and the conditioning.  we figured if we pretended it did they’d stop, but that didn’t work for some of the others.  ❜  she falls silent, observing the patterned streaks of rain that fell down the transparisteel, the thunderstorm raging outside. the rest of her squad was scattered around the resistance base outside, most hovering around the edges, unsure of how they’d be received.

      but finn – finn seemed to have adapted well to this group. he trusted them, and she trusted him. it wasn’t much, but she willing to make an effort to settle into the group here if he had. her gaze shifted to him, tone tinged with awe.   ❛   i remember blue walls and clouds. the feeling of flying. it was just different than any scenario they put us in. they could take away the memory but not the emotion.  ❜     likewise, it was one that had led them to drop their arms the day they decided they would no longer follow the instructions of their superiors. 𝐀𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆.     ❛  was it the same for you?  ❜

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꧁poetry sentence starters꧂

from the first 70 pages of “whiskey words & a shovel” by r.h. Sin

 “ you’re so used to being mistreated. ” 

“ you’ve gotten so used to being hurt that happiness scares you. ” 

“ who robbed you of innocence? ” 

“ who was your first? ” 

“ and the saddest part of all? you’ll cling to the good memories, as if there were any. ” 

“ the pain will always be there. ” 

“ so many people are setting the bar really low. ” 

“ you get what you allow. ”

“ i was never what you wanted. ” 

“ i was just the one you settled for. ” 

“ you’re an experience. ” 

“ meet me here. ” 

“ you were never the one. ” 

“ this was never love. ” 

“ you were simply necessary. ” 

“ i had to be hurt by you. ” 

“ i hope you find what you’re looking for. ” 

“ i hope you find the truth. ” 

“ and that’s how they control you. ” 

“ our version of living feels more like death. ” 

“ i understand you. ” 

“ i was forced to survive in your absence. ” 

“ i was faced with the realization that I never needed you. ” 

“ you’re always apologizing. ” 

“ one day I’ll stop listening. ” 

“ we grew apart.” 

“ we stopped trying. ” 

“ i’m trying to get better. ” 

“ i’m trying to get better at walking away from unhealthy situations. ” 

“ i struggle with the idea of anyone loving me unconditionally. ” 

“ sometimes I wish you waited for me. ” 

“ i got tired of going through the same shit with different people. ” 

“ it’s not your fucking fault. ” 

“ you can’t change a man. ” 

“ the thought of being in love is blinding. ” 

“ bargaining using sex.  either way you get screwed. ” 

“ the memories hurt the most. ” 

“ sometimes i get tired of thinking about the things that i don’t want to think about. ” 

“ sometimes i get so fucking tired. ” 

“ tonight, you’ll be the death of me. ”

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Naomi Ackie photographed by Ramona Rosales for The New York Post (December 2019)

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𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 ! by liking this, you’re giving me permission to come and gently love on you with plots or starters as the inspiration strikes ! 

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Kelly Marie Tran and Naomi Ackie on the red carpet of Star Wars: The Rise Of Skywalker.

bonus:

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Finn and Jannah in The Rise of Skywalker

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“It feels very grounded,” says Naomi Ackie, who’s making her Star Wars debut in Skywalker playing a character named Jannah, about whom she is allowed to say literally nothing. “There’s the kind of spectacular-ness, and the supernatural move-things-with-your-mind magic stuff, but then there’s also this really grounded, rugged nature where everything is distressed and old and kind of worn out and lived-in. And I think playing with those two ideas means that you get this feeling that it could almost be real. Like, in a galaxy far away, it could almost be the case that you could have this.” – Vanity Fair

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tag dump #1

𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 ╱ about.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇 ╱ reflection.

𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 ╱ headcanons.

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 ;  𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 ╱ musings.