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🐝  *  ―  𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑪 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  you've been my best friend for years, what made you think it would change now?  ❜ ❛  i'm always here for you if you need me.  ❜ ❛  well, that's what friends are for.  ❜ ❛  remember, i'm always just one call away.  ❜ ❛  how long have we known each other now? i know you better than you know yourself.  ❜ ❛  you're an idiot most of the time, but you're my idiot.  ❜ ❛  do you want to come over and watch movies tonight? i could use some company.  ❜ ❛  you always know how to cheer me up.  ❜ ❛  i made you your favorite food.  ❜ ❛  i know it's 2 a.m. but i really need someone to talk to. are you awake?  ❜ ❛  remember when we used to build blanket forts? let's do it again.  ❜ ❛  please come to this family dinner with me. my family already loves you and i need some neutral person there with me.  ❜ ❛  here, i got you something. i saw it at the shop and it reminded me of you.  ❜ ❛  do you remember that promise we made to each other when we were kids?  ❜ ❛  i'm so grateful to have you in my life. you mean the world to me.  ❜ ❛  i don't need advice right now, just a friend to listen.  ❜ ❛  you're the best friend one could ever ask for.  ❜ ❛  hey, umm ... thank you for being my friend.  ❜ ❛  you don't have to go through this alone. i'm here for you.  ❜ ❛  want to grab a coffee and catch up?  ❜ ❛  we may not talk every day anymore, but i still consider you my friend.  ❜ ❛  i can stay and help you finish this if you want.  ❜ ❛  you've got this. i believe in you!  ❜ ❛  how about we plan a game night this weekend?  ❜ ❛  do you ever wonder what our lives will be like in ten years?  ❜ ❛  no matter what happens, you'll always have me.  ❜ ❛  you don't have to pretend with me. i like you just the way you are.  ❜ ❛  consider it ... a little friendly competition.  ❜ ❛  thank you, you always know how to make me laugh.  ❜ ❛  i can't believe how far we've come together.  ❜ ❛  just stay put, i'll be over in a minute.  ❜ ❛  i've got us tickets for that concert/movies/exhibition you wanted to go to.  ❜ ❛  how about a road trip? just like old times ...  ❜ ❛  i really appreciate you staying in my life all these years.  ❜ ❛  i don't know what i'd do without you.  ❜ ❛  you can tell me if something is bothering you.  ❜ ❛  race you to the end of the street!  ❜ ❛  bet you can't beat me at this game. i'm a pro.  ❜ ❛  i challenge you to a cooking contest. loser has to buy dinner for the next week.  ❜ ❛  you've been such a great friend, and i just wanted to say thanks.  ❜

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@gwiazdowe sent;

“You know how there are flags sometimes in front of the Senate right? So um, when um, they are fluttering in the wind are they moving or is the wind moving? And apparently there are more answers, I just don’t know what they are yet!!” The padawan frowns at one of the library’s data screens and pokes it idly. “I think Master just gave me this think riddle to keep me from going offworld with her!”

ACROSS from him, cheppi scrunches up her nose in thought, her own translation work momentarily forgotten when presented with a puzzle. word-puzzles aren't as fun as block-puzzles or number-puzzles, but an hour into deconstructing the complex characters of the toydarian writing system she'll take what she can get.

" maybe... it's like dancing? " she hazards. " the wind is moving, and the flags start to move with it? "

as if to demonstrate, she holds one hand up flat and uses the other to convey a sort of wiggle motion transmuting into the flag-hand.

" why's your master not wanna take you offworld, anyway? "

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" MY plan is— " gritting her teeth, cheppi mashes her goggles against the GAR-issue electrobinoculars, cursing the awkward fit.

" my plan was nice and quiet-like, " she grumbles, watching the tank's repulsors churn the frosty earth below as it lumbers across the tundra. " missiles aren't really nice and quiet, now are they? "

despite her sharp words, her unfamiliarity with command shows in the tightness of her high-pitched voice, her grip on the binocs making the plasteel creak beneath her fingers.

" let's keep it for when we follow that tin can home. then you can blow them all up. " she lowers the device, glancing sideways at the captain with twitching whiskers. not even her nerves can stop the slightly-manic grin flashing across her face at the prospect of sending a bunch of droids flying.

" deal? "

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" do not fire without my command! "

"If you've got a plan, share it now." His thumb hovers over the Gravity Activated Mode button on his PLX-1 missile launcher. Through the weapon's scope he visually tracks a Separatist hovertank two kilometers downrange. If he pressed the button, the launcher's smart warhead would begin to lock on to the tank's repulsorlift signature, a process the tank would be able to detect. The window of opportunity he had to fire on the fast-moving target was shrinking by the second. "Otherwise, I need you to trust in my judgement."

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PROMPTS FOR PRE ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS AND CREATING HISTORY BETWEEN CHARACTERS *  assorted dialogue for giving your characters a history and giving them past things or events to talk about, adjust as necessary

do you remember what i told you last time?

have you been doing well since i saw you?

that's not what you told me back then.

when was the last time i saw you?

you were shorter then.

i'm picking the restaurant this time.

we've known each other since we were children.

always knew i could count on you.

that time was different. this is worse.

you're not going to let me live that down, are you?

i seem to remember a conversation we had back then.

so you changed your mind about it?

do you remember our encounter in paris?

you should know me by now.

am i the only one that knows the truth?

we had a lot of help back then.

your mom told me to look out for you.

you just love bringing that back up to annoy me.

maybe don't mention my past indescretions?

this was never going to work out between us.

i told you not to get attached.

i know more about you than you think.

i was there, remember?

i'm not about to forget all the shit you put me through.

you told me you were going to try and make this work.

remember what i said to you?

the last time i saw you, things were good between us.

you never mentioned this before.

that was the longest flight of my life, and you made it worse.

can i still trust you after all that?

at least we tried to make something work.

we never discussed what happened between us.

okay, but i'm driving the car this time.

i haven't forgotten what you said last week.

i'm still thinking about your comment.

i didn't realize it was you when i first saw you.

you seem to make a lot of enemies around here.

there's not much for us to talk about.

we worked it out last time.

i know you far better than you know yourself.

we have a long history.

is that the shirt you were wearing last time?

what don't i know about you?

i haven't told them about us.

you were the only person i could go to.

you know me.

this is bigger than both of us.

i can't stand your driving.

are you taking me to the place we had dinner last time?

that's not at all what you said.

didn't we agree on that?

i thought i made it very clear where i stand.

are these the same people that came after you last time?

are you still going on about it?

can we talk about it?

staying silent about it won't help.

you're the only person who knows the real me.

this is a bad time to talk about your problems.

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[ HIDE ]: sender tackles the receiver to the ground, out of sight, in order to stop them from being seen.

[ HIDE ]: sender tackles the receiver to the ground, out of sight, in order to stop them from being seen.

" WHAT do we— " her would-be question dies in her throat as her back slams into compact earth, knocking the air from her lungs in a single blow. only well-trained reflex lets her lift her head in time to not smack herself unconscious, though the impact still leaves her dazed, the stars spinning out of control overhead.

" what was that for, " the jawa hisses into the narrow space between them, though she makes no move to get up or crawl out from where hera has her pinned. this close to the ground, she can abruptly sense what her companion no doubt noticed ; rhythmic footsteps. stormtrooper marching rhythm. " never mind, " she whispers, barely a breath as she trains her ears on the sound, whiskers twitching.

closer, and closer still. there's no time to move. when they're only a few paces away, cheppi releases her tightly-held tension, going limp and silent as she sinks within herself, within the force, wrapping them both in a thick fog of notice-me-not and deadening the sounds of their beating hearts beneath the thin cover of the ferns.

the random patrol passes, the dull echoes of their marching boots and marching minds vanishing down a bend in the ravine.

gently, she sunders herself from that quiet peace, the feeling of a wrenching ache lasting only a moment before she's nudging hera with an elbow.

" c'mon. we better get gone. "

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i'm going out , i'm gonna drink myself to death . ( rebellion era )

i'm going out , i'm gonna drink myself to death . ( rebellion era )

" GOOD luck, " comes the dry, almost rote reply from beneath the hulking shell of a y-wing ; a moment later, a metallic thud, and a considerable amount of swearing across a variety of languages.

a small, grease-stained shape scuttles out from beneath the hull, straightening up as cheppi yanks off her headlamp and regards her — her friend, now. again. she supposes.

they've been dancing around it for weeks, ever since their brief and stilted reunion. there's very little left of the girls who had once debated ethics over too-sweet tea in master junda's quarters, illuminated by the pale glow of their datapads — there's no point pretending otherwise.

still, each time she — trilla — throws a monotone remark her way, cheppi's heart tugs with an unnameable nostalgia, a yearning to go back.

not back. home. she wants to go home.

" y'got the credits for it? " she asks, amused beneath her dry skepticism ; she's long since shed the civilized cadence of the order, trading it for a razor-sharp spacer's tongue. after a moment, and a twitch of the nose, she makes a dismissive sort of gesture.

" don't waste 'em. i still got that bottle jaxer traded me for fixin' up his R4-unit. been savin' it for disinfectant, but it's not so bad. hells know i could use some. "

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If we want to identify the root of the problem, we need to start by looking inward. It’s undeniable that attractive male characters, especially white ones, often gain instant popularity and follows.

this isn’t just a systemic issue—it begins with us.

Even as female writers, we must confront and challenge the internalized misogyny that influences how we view and create female characters. From my personal experience this year, it’s clear that sexism remains pervasive in the community. It’s an environment that often feels hostile toward women, especially women of color, LGBTQIA+ individuals, and other marginalized groups.

When I say that I love and see your female muses, I mean it. There are people out there, myself included, who genuinely want to build positive and meaningful connections that uplift women rather than fetishize or diminish them.

We crave stories and relationships—platonic and romantic alike—that value women as fully realized, multidimensional characters.

And yes, we exist. If you’re someone who believes in fostering these kinds of connections and challenging the biases in our community, I encourage you to reblog this and help amplify this message. Change starts with us.

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[ SHOCK ]: Having found a most-definitely-in-shock receiver, the sender makes a big, strong, and immensely sweet cup of tea for them in order to restore them a little bit.

[ SHOCK ]: Having found a most-definitely-in-shock receiver, the sender makes a big, strong, and immensely sweet cup of tea for them in order to restore them a little bit.

THERE is no death, there is the force.

master karrad had been all wrong. all his big strong shapes crumbled out of place. she'd clung to the hand hanging off the stretcher as long as they'd allowed her to, and the slight warmth lingers as cheppi squeezes her fingers together until they hurt.

the blood lingers, too. invisible but for the horrible weight around her heart.

there is no emotion, there is peace.

the mantras don't help, here in the back of the senatorial cruiser as it takes off, leaving all the death and churned earth behind until it's smaller than a credit chip, a little window in the back of her mind through which she views the battle in silent retrospective.

the sudden, reality-rending noise of explosives. brief, harsh cries as troopers fell and died, white bodies flung around like snowflakes by the sheer might of thermal detonation. master karrad vanishing from her inner-sight like a curtain was drawn across his light, and her own shocked call of master as the blasterfire erupted.

biting down on her tongue, cheppi watches from outside herself as she — a small shape in jedi robes — brought her blade down through a gun, a hand, flesh and bone giving way as easily as metal. why couldn't she feel the difference?

there is no death, there is the force.

there is death, in the force. she'd felt it, when she whirled her lightsaber through the katas her master had painstakingly taught her and a blaster bolt found its home in a soldier's neck and he had fluttered out of existence so quickly —

" lady amidala! " the young padawan raises her head quickly, scrambling to stand and bow to the senator. one of the better ones floating around in the cesspool they call the senate, she recalls master karrad grumbling, and the thought chokes her like a steel wire wrapping tight around her throat.

senator amidala is carrying... tea. the aroma washes through the air and cheppi feels her whiskers twitch with curiosity ; it's floral and sweet all at once, the heat curling steam into the stale recycled air.

she can't speak all of a sudden. can't think. can only drown in the sense-memory of death, biting down on the whimper that rises in her throat, trembling herself numb with the effort to contain her distress until the senator leaves.

the senator doesn't leave. cheppi forces herself to look up, voice flat and dead when she speaks.

" can i — can i help you, my lady? "

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the mun as memes!

exactly what it says on the tin. post 6+ memes that you, the mun behind the screen, can relate to so that we can get to know you a little better!

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IF YOU CAN'T WALK, CRAWL (art cred.) ( you still won't make it home. )

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[ RELAX ] ( padawans! )

[ RELAX ]: After a particularly stressful day, the sender prepares some tea so that they can finally begin to relax and unwind in the evening.

SORE, dispirited, and decidedly glum, cheppi clips her saber back onto her belt. master drallig's lessons are the worst, she decides, before shaking her head as if to clear the thought ; really, she admires him, and respects his teachings — she'd just respect them a little more if they didn't so frequently involve the stench of burnt hair.

her underarm throbs, the long red welt there already making itself acutely known. long sleeves next time, she chides herself. dummy.

" it's okay, " she hurries to tell her sparring partner, trying to keep the cheer in her voice. " good cho mok. no arm for me anymore. "

she sighs, deflating where she stands, the exhaustion of a long day and the bitterness of defeat catching up to her all at once. it's not so bad, really. she got trilla once, too — she can see the irritated redness over the knuckles of their saber hand, and squashes the flare of vindication. retribution is not the jedi way, no matter how briefly satisfying.

catching the flash of guilt in her friend's eyes, cheppi she lifts her arm to inspect the damage, blowing away the sooty remnants of singed fur. sensing an opportunity, she levels them with the best pleading look she can manage, pouting just so.

" if you feel bad, you can make tea for me, " she suggests innocently. " master karrad's not back yet anyway — i can come stay with you until latemeal? "

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REASONS TO TACKLE. [ a prompt list! ]

listen. tackling is a language that can convey many many things. and once again, this is a list that may be edited down the line to capture those languages, but in the meantime! we have this! bc i saw One Scene in a film and made it the dashes problem! bon appetit, enjoy! DO NOT ADD TO OR EDIT THIS LIST, NOR CLAIM AS YOUR OWN.

[ ANGER ]: sender tackles the receiver in a fit of rage.

[ DODGE ]: sender tackles the receiver out of the way of an attack.

[ LOVE ]: sender tackles the receiver onto a bed/sofa to give them some attention of a romantic or similarly heated nature.

[ TRAIN ]: sender tackles the receiver as part of a sparring or training exercise.

[ SLEEP ]: sender tackles the receiver on top of a bed in order to insist that they get some sleep.

[ HUG ]: sender tackles the receiver to the ground in their enthusiasm to give them a hug.

[ CALM ]: sender tackles the receiver to the ground in an effort to both restrain and calm them down.

[ STOP ]: sender launches themselves at the receiver and tackles them in order to stop them from doing something.

[ FIGHT ]: sender, in the midst of a physical fight with the receiver, tackles them to try and gain the upper hand.

[ RESTRAIN ]: sender tackles the receiver to try and physically restrain them.

[ HIDE ]: sender tackles the receiver to the ground, out of sight, in order to stop them from being seen.

[ SHIELD ]: sender throws themselves over the receiver's body to shield them from an attack.

[ INTERVENE ]: sender tackles the receiver to prevent them from attacking another person.

[ WHISPER ]: sender tackles the receiver so as to distract on-lookers from seeing them whisper something into the receiver's ear.

[ COLLAPSE ]: sender, weak due to previous conditions, collapses on top of the receiver, inadvertently tackling them to the ground in the process.

[ SLIP ]: sender slips on something and trips, bringing the receiver down with them in their descent.

[ POCKET ]: sender tackles the receiver in order to distract witnesses from seeing them put something into the receiver's pocket.

[ CONVINCE ]: sender tackles the receiver to convince on-lookers that they're enemies.

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"FANCY A CUPPA'?" PROMPTS.

hi hello holy moly i've been gone a while but look!!! i bring you prompts! and these are MONTHS old according to my notes app! but basically i'm two weeks and four days away from returning to my home country, and my mother sent me some tea from home, and i just got thinking about the sheer power of a cup of tea, yk? anyway! here it is! and here are my conditions! DO NOT ADD OR CHANGE THIS LIST! and also feel free to add "REVERSE" if you want to switch the rolls, i suppose!

[ COLD ]: With a notable drop in temperatures, the sender makes some tea for themself and the receiver, if not for drinking then for the warmth and comfort of holding the mugs in their chilled hands.

[ SHOCK ]: Having found a most-definitely-in-shock receiver, the sender makes a big, strong, and immensely sweet cup of tea for them in order to restore them a little bit.

[ ANOTHER ]: While preparing a cup for themself, the sender makes a second cup for the receiver in a polite and low-effort gesture towards them.

[ FIX ]: The sender, realizing the receiver is genuinely upset about something, comforts them and makes some tea in the hopes of lifting their spirits some bit.

[ WEARY ]: After a mutually extensive day, the sender and receiver return home, and the sender prepares some tea as a soothing introduction to their bedtime routine.

[ BETTER? ]: The sender, at a loss for how to approach the receiver who has clearly endured a very difficult time, decides to make some tea in an effort to console them and possibly encourage them to talk about it.

[ GUEST ]: The sender welcomes the receiver into their home with open arms and two strong mugs of tea. (There may also be food of some kind, that's for you to decide!)

[ WHY NOT? ]: The sender prepares some tea for both themself and the receiver, not out of any great need or want, but because their default setting is making tea and frankly they can't see any harm in it either way.

[ DECAF ]: The sender subtly intervenes in the receiver's sleep schedule by bringing them a cup of tea rather than a cup of coffee in the hopes that they might get some sleep that night.

[ TRY ]: The sender just received a new kind of tea, and prepares some for themself and the receiver because who better to share the experience with than the receiver?

[ COPING ]: In the aftermath of some terrible and life-changing news, the sender busies their self with preparing some tea to give themselves something to do other than think about what's just happened.

[ INSTINCT ]: Something isn't quite right with the receiver, and the sender knows it. In order to get them to open up, the sender prepares some tea.

[ REFRESHMENT ]: Someone made cookies, and what is a cookie without a cup of tea? The receiver won't need to find out; the sender is already making a cup as we speak.

[ TEA ]: The receiver has just arrived with some particularly excellent and scandalous gossip; the sender, unwilling to let the receiver's voice dry out during the revelation, prepares some tea to go with it.

[ RELAX ]: After a particularly stressful day, the sender prepares some tea so that they can finally begin to relax and unwind in the evening.

[ OLIVE BRANCH ]: The receiver is angry with the sender; the cup of tea is just the sender's cautious attempts to heal the relationship.

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 . ( a collection of lyric prompts based on various works by florence + the machine . adjust phrasing as necessary , will likely be updated in the future . )

it's always darkest before the dawn .

we will find new saints to be canonized .

holy water cannot help you now .

the horses are coming , so you'd better run .

i never felt so alive and so dead .

i'm damned if i do , i'm damned if i don't .

i've always been in love with you .

what has been done cannot be undone .

i don't care whether i live or die .

we will never be afraid again .

i feel nervous in a way that can't be named .

it was so far a fall , but it didn't hurt at all .

the saints can't help me now .

i want to find you and tear out all of your tenderness .

sooner or later , the things you love , you lose .

run fast for your mother , run fast for your father .

i like to think , at least , things can't get any worse .

i would give all this and heaven too .

i was in the darkness , so darkness i became .

all my stumbling phrases never amounted to anything worth this feeling .

in order to get to the heart of things , sometimes you have to cut through .

i'll be dead before the day is done .

time after time , i think "oh lord , what's the use ?"

the heart is hard to translate , it has a language of its own .

it was all so strange and so surreal .

i'm not here looking for absolution .

now and then , it seems that life is just too much .

be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers .

if you could only see the beast you've made of me .

pretty little face stopped me in my tracks .

i'm aching to attack .

you want a revelation , some kind of resolution .

it's so easy to say it to a crowd , but it's so hard to say it to you aloud .

i don't want your heart , it leaves me cold .

i am no mother , i am no bride , i am king .

she's a cruel mistress , and a bargain must be made .

well , me and my ghosts had a hell of a time .

with all my education i can't seem to command my heart .

it's a conversation i just can't have tonight .

you left me in the dark . no dawn , no day .

jesus christ , it hurts .

a woman is a changeling , always shifting shape .

the very thing you're best at is the thing that hurts the most .

i'll cut your little heart out 'cause you made me cry .

i knew that somehow , i could find my way back .

a thousand armies couldn't keep me out .

i'm ready to suffer and i'm ready to hope .

you've got the love i need to see me through .

is this how it is ? is this how it's always been ?

you keep me up at night .

oh , tell me it's not over yet .

no walls can keep me protected .

i'm going out , i'm gonna drink myself to death .

time goes quicker between the two of us .

would you leave me if i told you what i'd done ?

now , there's no holding back .

oh god , you're gonna get it .

you need your rotten heart and dazzling pain like diamond rings .

in the dark , i can hear your heartbeat .

i never knew my killer would be coming from within .

i was never as good as i always thought i was , but i knew how to dress it up .

don't forget me when i let the water take me .

this world is a beast of a burden .

you know i still like you the most .

what a thing to admit .

sometimes i think it's getting better , then it gets much worse .

i'm on fire , but i'm trying not to show it .

you are the space in my bed .

would you have it any other way ?

things go wrong , no matter what i do .

you make a fool of death with your beauty .

now she sleeps with one eye open , and that's the price she'll pay .

they were there when i woke up this morning .

heaven help me , i need to make it right .

until i wrap myself inside your arms , i cannot rest .

when someone looks at me with real love , i don't like it very much .

would you leave me if i told you what i've become ?

i'm always running from something .

it's good to be alive , crying into cereal at midnight .

okay , but let's discuss this at the hospital .

i know everybody lets you down , and i'll do the same .

your heart is the only place i can call home .

i wish to remain nameless , and live without shame .

sometimes i feel like saying "lord , i just don't care" .

i would put my words into poetry for you if i knew how .

if they ever let me out , i'm really gonna let it out .

but know , in some way , i'm there with you .

i've been wandering the streets for days .

don't let them get you down , you're the best thing i've ever seen .

how could anything bad ever happen to you ?

you couldn't have it any other way .

it's the only way i can escape .

what a place to come from .

little did you know your home's really only a town you're just a guest in .

run for your children , for your sisters and brothers .

you can't choose what stays and what fades away .

you'll be sorry that you messed with us .

call me when you need me .

although we stick together , it seems we're stranging each other .

this is as good a place to fall as any .

in your place there were a thousand other faces .

here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my rope .

lay me down , let the only sound be the overflow .

there's no salvation for me now .

i'd do anything to make you stay .

what's in a name ? i still remain the same .

i've been taking chances , i've been setting myself up for the fall .

tell me what you want me to say .

you are the silence in between what i thought and what i said .

i've been a fool , and i've been blind .

i never knew daylight could be so violent .

regrets collect like old friends , here to visit for your darkest moments .

so you packed your bags just to wait out the shitstorm ?

my doe , my dear , my darling ...

you're my head , you're my heart .

everyone lets you down in this brief hole of a town .

i'm not giving up , i'm just giving in .

i've been losing sleep , i've been keeping myself awake .

sometimes i feel like throwing my hands up in the air .

the only solution was to stand and fight .

i don't know how it started , don't know how to stop it .

i'm done with my graceless heart .

i can never leave the past behind .

do they speak to you ? 'cause they speak to me too .

i thought that love was a kind of emptiness .

it's hard to dance with a devil on your back .

sometimes i wonder if i should be medicated .

every demon wants his pound of flesh .

tell me what all the sighing's about .

could you tell from the moment we met ?

i heard your voice as clear as day ... you told me i should concentrate .

all my girls have their lace and their crimes .

i like to keep some things to myself .

no one asks any questions here .

the feeling comes so fast and i can't control it .

you came over me like some holy rite .

i was screaming out a language i had no idea existed before .

i thought that love was on stage , giving yourself away to strangers .

leave all your love and your longing behind , you can't carry it with you if you want to survive .

i thought that love was in the drugs , but the more i took the more it took away .

i never wanted anything from you , except everything you had and what's left after that too .

i don't want your future , i don't need your past . one grand moment is all i ask .

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Joe Johnston sketches of the Sandcrawler during production of Star Wars (1977)

[sandcrwls]

" when you can't walk, you got to crawl. "

dossier. — laws.

mutuals-only original jawa character set during the clone wars onward — a continuous wip by skipper. mun is 23 — they/them & gmt+1. building themes of ; alienation and dehumanization, girlhood, platonic love, the horrors of war, faith and tenacity, the jedi way, growing up too quickly, grief as self-cannibalism, and what it means to be a person.

(art cred.)