#Stars and Scars

[kaleb-is-definitely-sane]

[nny11writes]

Fic title meme! "stars and scars" please!

For the send me a title (and pairing if you want) for a fic I didn't write, and I'll give you the details of that non-written story meme/game!

Stars and Scars

Usually the title is the last thing I come up with, but this time it was shockingly the reverse! Stars and Scars is just a fun/catchy title and as soon as I saw it written down I knew it had to be a Star Wars fic (I mean, hello!).

It's a bittersweet story in my opinion with a happy ending, but I've been repeatedly informed when I say this that most people very much disagree, so grain of salt and all that. I wanted to start it off kind of silly and sweet where Ahsoka is asking Anakin about the scar over his eye, and Anakin is constantly jokingly changing his answer.

"You know how Master Windu is." "...apparently not!?!?"

"Speeder accident, don't ask."

Of course when she's feeling down he hits her with the silly, "You really wanna know? Don't tell anyone, this is kind of embarrassing, but I slipped in the shower."

But then as the war goes on, Ahsoka sees a lot more scars and even gets some herself and the humor turns darker. She joins in on joking about her scars as well. That wasn't from a blaster bolt that slipped through her defenses, it was a very violent lightsaber duel with chopsticks I'm afraid. Master Yoda and his gimmer stick are not to be underestimated. Etc.

And eventually it just trails off into nothing. It's too dark and too bleak and they'd rather focus on some other "game" as best they can.

Time jump to Lothal with Ezra asking about Ahsoka's lek scar from Order 66 and she just takes a look at him and realizes this must've been what Anakin felt like when she'd asked at the start of her apprenticeship. So she gives a small mysterious smile before telling him, "This is a secret, all right? But I'll tell you as long as you keep it. ...I slipped in the shower. Seriously, tell no one."

IT IS A HAPPY ENDING STOP YELLING AT ME!

[lacklusterverve]

Stars and Scars

by Justin Minoru Leachon Luna (female voice/ PoV)

10/07/15

"As I stare at the mirror, I can see the scar of which time will never heal."

I can never forget forever, regret maybe; together with myself I bother myself to climb the stair as I stare at the shelf wherein books with different looks laid and staid. A book of stories laid, stories of my life said in plain text on the plane next to other books of other people's lives.

You're standing in front of me, staring.

I remember now, that moment that is permanent, I dare not comment more, but then, at a sudden flashback, at the back of my mind, memories fly and grind as I find the reason why one season years ago tears fell and peer fear pierced my being as I am seeming and seemed to be, as I lost hope and trust to humanity.

My fingers are running across other books. Touching the covers, looking at the contents little by little. That's how we all are. Am I right? That's how we are all. Am I right? Grazing and gazing at other lives' glacing, further inspecting, reading. And so, I am here, taking my own book from the shelf, the story of myself.

Hold, your hand in front of you for I'll land the book I took on your palms whereat psalms has been enclasped, grasp onto my book, now let's open it, carefully skip to the page that I keep, the page that I want to tear as tears are all that it brings to me, tears are all that it brings to me you'll see. Read carefully, feel it; bleed carefully, peel the scar off of my face, renew the wound, let blood spill again across the floor, let mud fill my room again and lock the door.

It is the past and the present and as I present it to you it happened and is happening, it happened and is happening as per what I have read from other books of other people's lives.

Will you tear me apart like others did?

Will my tears fall again like others did?

Will you hear me scream like others didn't?

Will you hear me scream like others did?

It happened and is happening and will happen. The past, the present, and the future. The past and the future does not exist... just text written and will be written on life's book.

18th page 22nd line onwards:

Hazy.

The alcohol intoxication blurred my vision.

"Take this one more shot." my friend told me.

"I can't anymore." this I replied, "I am drunk."

'You're standing in front of me, staring.'

Will you take my shot for me?

Well what was your thoughts? Seeing a girl like me, getting drunk and all. Society sure sucks, you are now rationalizing with your false sympathy, sympathetic double standards, standards set by society, a social stigma set. You think that to me, as a girl, getting drunk and all...

So I took one more shot and stood.

"I'm going home."

Hazy.

The alcohol intoxication blurred my vision.

Alone.

I am walking all alone through this dark path home.

It sure is dark. The horror. Urban legends say that ghosts appear here. Well, I can hear strange noises, as if someone is stalking me, trailing my path. I'm afraid, nervous, I can feel my heart beating.

From the darkness, someone snatched me. A man with a knife.

I struggled and managed to escape him.

I'm running now, he's running behind me. He's got a hold of my arm, as he gripped my arm, he pointed the knife at my neck. A sign saying somewhat that I need not resist or I'll die.

He toppled me, now he's over me.

I do not know what to do, I do not know what to feel.

With the knife pointed towards me, I am in no position to force my way out of this scene.

He's removed his pants.

Hazy.

The alcohol intoxication blurred my vision.

I feel weak and powerless. With the knife pointed towards me, I am in no position to force my way out of this scene.

I am struggling, moving, forcing myself, but with the knife pointed towards me, I am in no position to force my way out of this scene.

I do not know what to do.

From under my dress he's grabbed my undergarment. I'm holding onto it... He's forcing it, I am resisting, feeling the knife on my neck, it's slowly piercing as if he was about to stab me if I resist further.

I do not know what to do.

I let go.

I do not know what to feel.

He's forcing his way in, like knife, piercing. All I know is pain.

'God above, please help me.'

I want to scream, but I am afraid that he'll kill me now if I do so.

'God above, please help me.'

"Bless us O Lord and these Thy gifts which we are about to receive from Thy bounty through Christ our Lord, Amen."

At this very moment I know, a family is thanking God for the blessings that they have received. And yes, they say, pray for HE listens.

'God above, please help me.'

It's painful, I am feeling him forcefully entering me. And with a click, I felt immense pain and pressure as he went past the entrance. I can see a star above.

Hazy

The tears blurred my vision.

'Save your chastity for the one you'll marry, save it for you must be clean at the moment that you are in front of God at your marriage.' so they say.

I do not know what to feel.

Please help me.

I do not know what to do.

I know that I am crying.

I know that it is painful.

I know that I am crying.

I'm shaking. With the pain, I'm feeling something else. I'm shaking.

"So you're enjoying your orgasm baby girl. Hahaha!" this he said to me with his devilish voice.

I am letting him masturbate, masturbate not with his hand but with my body. With the knife pointed towards me, I am in no position to force my way out of this scene.

He pulled it out, forced open my mouth, made me suck it. I can taste a strange taste, it is infused maybe with my blood. I just closed my eyes and let him. Let him as he came and blown his load inside my mouth, he forced me to swallow it all.

I'm choking... not because of the taste—but because of the fact that I am disgusted with myself. This moment now I feel that I am just worthless.

'You're standing in front of me, staring.'

'Do you enjoy what you are seeing? Why did not you helped me?'

He left me, like garbage, like trash as I lay on the muddy soil.

Close the book.

Do you want to tear the page?

And in this society that we are in, I know that they'll just say that it's my fault in the first place.

Victim blaming.

It is the past and the present and as I present it to you it happened and is happening, it happened and is happening as per what I have read from other books of other people's lives.

And this is not a midnight story. But this story is more terrifying than any gore and horror story out there.

And the victim will always be the victim.

So they say that we should educate girls on the proper—

Like, a girl should not get drunk, a girl should not wear something that is sexy.

Being a victim with the given circumstance, they'll just say that you've asked for it.

So they say that we should educate girls on the proper—

Or should we say that even how proper, it will happen and will happen, no matter what the situation is... the proper is that we should educate men not to rape, or let's say everyone.

Well it happens to any gender, not with females only... assault and abuse, everyone is a target.

Scars, of which wounds did heal,

from pain that one did feel,

will never really heal,

mark of sufferings seal.

And it is in the past, the present and in the future.

[kalpkarakolu]

sometimes they begin to break away from their home; stars and scars.

[time-woods]

more of this nonsense bc im sooo normal

[ruubesz-draws]

Godzilla x Kong New Empire but it's the Spongebob Movie

I had this idea BEFORE the movie even came out lol

This took longer than I thought! Please appreciate it!

[zaana]

Wrecker is fine btw after last episode :)

[peanuttoffee]

The Bad Batch finale missing scene

Yeah I needed that…

May the 4th be with you!🙌

[stargazostli]

the winners, everybody

im so funny

[tawnysoup]

the urge to walk out into nature and just wholly become a part of it

[beesorcery]

what if we were gods of twilight and dawn and we kissed. and we were both girls 🌌🌅

[lucabyte]

Taking pride in One's own appearance.

[livelaughlovesubs]

@illustrious-ia inspired me to write this, time to showcase underrated kinks~

Like… cleithrophilia (fondness of small spaces)

You were getting down and dirty with him, until someone interrupted the two of you. What to do- his pants are literally down around his ankles..! Luckily the janitors closet were near by, and you immediately shoved him inside that small room before following shortly after. - Puh… whoever it was… luckily they didn’t notice, but they are still out in the floors. It’s fine, you can stay in this closet. Then you had a different problem. It’s so tight in here, you had to pin him to the wall and press your body against him for the two of you to fit. In the process of doing so, some little accidents happened :(

Somehow, your knee found its way to his crotch. Not only that, you also accidentally rubbed it against his bulge. Poor baby was so flustered, he was heating up and whining silently. Of course he knew he couldn’t be loud, or you’ll get upset with him, so his trying his best to muffle his moans. Ah, but he’s just so needy, he couldn’t help but grind his leaking dick against your thighs, riding you like a dog in heat <3

“Mhm..! Hnngh, i-I’m sorry..I- hmmFff!!”

He’s being so loud, you had to clasp a hand over his mouth to shut him up, chocking him a little in the process. You couldn’t change the position neither, the space was too small for excessive movements, so you both had to bear with it. What a little slut, even in such a situation he’s shaking his hips and whimpering into your ear like the adorable whore he is~

[minjimunji]

“Lovely”

[isjasz]

[Day 315] (context from day 313)

Binary system

For the space nerds 🤝 and if u wanna know the inspo:

High Mass X-ray Binaries form from two stars of different mass which are in orbit around each other. The more massive one evolves faster and reaches the end of its life first, after a few million years or so. It becomes a giant and the outer layers are lost to its companion. Then it explodes in a supernova leaving behind either a neutron star or a black hole. (source)

[ivvmell]

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