#dyn: you go‚ i go.

[awsok]

baylan skoll — (former) jedi knight

revenge of the sith by matthew stover / ahsoka 'far far away' / star wars episode iii: revenge of the sith / what will happen by leila chatti / ahsoka 'toil and trouble' / grief lessons: four plays by euripedes by anne carson / in the dream house by carmen maria machado / ahsoka 'far far away' / waiting by marya hornbacher / ahsoka 'far far away' / the wolves pursuing sól and máni by j. c. dollman / revenge of the sith by matthew stover / ivan the terrible and his son by ilya repin / ahsoka 'far far away' / devotion by the staves / lauren bowman / ahsoka 'dreams and madness' / giovanni's room by james baldwin / ahsoka 'dreams and madness'

bonus:

[terrorpenned]

someone get her a new job

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[angorwhosebabyisthis]

talking about sdmi meta out of context is wild because it's just 'sir blorbo bingus betrayed spoingo gungle and left them with internalized self-loathing and survivor's guilt, and then manipulated their old flame into being complicit in their murder to silence them. sir bingus did this in search of a cursed artifact to free the ancient evil god they serve and become its vessel, which their species is implied to have been created for. also this is scooby-doo and sir bingus is a talking parrot'

[lucifer-kane]

[entriprises]

cathy & kate — kate is the sun streaking through the windows and the curtains. kate is the brightest thing in any room. she is yellow and golden and warm to the touch and she is the center of cathy’s universe. in all kate’s brilliance, for all of her choices, there is understanding and love. there is so much love that it’s about the only thing to rival the force of kate.

MOODBOARD MEME : ❤️ - our muse’s relationship , sent by @tornadotame

[juliaswickcrs]

FREAKS & GEEKS :: THE CORE FOUR ↳ nancy wheeler, alicia henderson, jonathan byers, steve harrington

Joyce handed her the photograph, a grainy, sepia colored snapshot of one of her fondest memories. Alicia even managed a smile at the sight, crinkling the film in her hands. It had been her eleventh birthday, and Steve and Jonathan had decided to build a pillow fort in the Wheeler’s basement, much like the one Mike had built for Eleven. 

Even Nancy had pitched in, the four of them squishing together under the precarious structure, playing monopoly and go fish and listening to cassette tapes in Steve’s dad’s stereo. Rumours had come out the year prior and Alicia couldn't get enough of it. 

“I’d never seen four kids so close,” Joyce interrupted her thoughts with a smile, “Until Will and the party of course.”

They’d never been that close since. Cause that year Steve met Tommy and Carol, and Nancy had found Barb, leaving Jonathan and Alicia to rely on each other like they always did. And Alicia listened to The Chain every day for a year, wondering how it all went wrong.

They’d never even gotten together for Nancy’s Birthday, or Jonathan’s. Whatever spark the four of them had faded by 1979, and completely petered out when Steve started high school.

But this was proof that it had once existed. 

Nancy in her mom’s suede jacket, Alicia in her plastic birthday crown she’d proudly placed on her head, Jonathan in a shirt he’d probably stolen from his dad, and Steve with his messy head of curls and favorite striped shirt.

And now Jonathan had lost his brother, Nancy had lost her best friend, Steve was a jerk, and Alicia was still listening to The Chain.

tag list: @bisexualterror​ @foxesandmagic @iron-parkr @jvstjewels @camiemendess @a-song-of-quill-and-feather @arrthurpendragon @villain-connoisseur @starcrossedjedis​ @drbobbimorse @noratilney @stanshollaand @kingsmakers @elmunson​ @darth-caillic @mystic-scripture @aliverse​ @misshiraeth98 @chrissymunson​ @asirensrage​ @eddiemunscns

[oozeyboozey-archive]

SCENES WITH ANYA BARNES. feat. nancy wheeler.

do not reblog unless @hollowvictory.

[65ths]

finnick & peeta

@gamehaunt

[cldhrbour]

[ 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 ] : sender takes a hold of receiver's both hands. - @recitedemise

the elevator SHUDDERS to a halt. gates opening with a screech. the only sounds that broke an otherwise agonizingly quiet ride from grymforge to. . . well wherever the hells this was taking them. their friends begin to file out of the small space , and as serana begins to follow suit she feels a hand reach out and clasp to her own. keeping her from moving. a silent beg. please. talk to me. i did it for you. i only ever did all of this for you. and when she looks back , those eyes like fire gazing into warm pools ( they remind her of chocolate or more appropriately the polished wood of a walnut bookcase lit in ambient firelight ) for the first time in a couple days her resolve cracks. just enough. just enough for him to pull her in ; he waves the party to keep going , that they'd catch up , and he keeps her here by encompassing pale fingers within his own.

she refuses to look down at them , no she's holding his gaze. because all it is , is proof. veins black with tar. tips of his fingers darkened and she knows it's only worsened over the hours. ( a battle with some spawn sent by harkon had ensued on the way here and she watched him so closely. would purposefully cast before he could. still without a word spoken to him. ) he'd notice by bringing her close that there was a significant change in temperature. he'd see , even in the dark that now surrounded them as they neared the shadowed lands , the pale stone sitting pretty in the gentle dip between her collar bones. THIS. CURSED. THING.

you've battled with yourself these past few days. you've wanted to RIP IT OFF and throw it into the molten fires of the forge because maybe , by the blood just maybe the fates would be kind enough to pull the weave from between it's melting molecules and give it back. drip a few measly droplets back into his well. but you can't , can you ?? because if that doesn't work you've wasted what he's given up and you could never do that because you ───

he sings songs of apologies. waxes on about how lonely the past couple of nights were without her there. they're pretty words. if he were a bard , they'd tug sweetly at her heartstrings. " gale , please. . . " how could he not understand ?? this isn't what she wanted. as gracious as the gesture was , as they all had been , if she'd known the cost she'd never ─── " it was never about what it was. . . gale. it was about what it meant. maybe to you it was a kind gift to a friend ─── " something done to show how much you care about someone , how much you listen. " ─── but to me. . . now all i can think of is the LOSS tied to it. "

a hand pulls from his grip , gently and delicately , reaches up to cup the cheek of her sallow-skinned wizard. he's fading , there's hardly any light behind his eyes anymore and your heart so full wails inside. " i don't want . . . gods gale i would have NEVER asked for a trinket to keep me warm , nor a spell to see myself again , nor any other moment you've given me if i knew it was at the cost of you. it's a price i'd never pay. " and you took that choice from me. ever since the night. that one. where they traded the most delicate ice lace. when her hands pressed the dirts of coldharbour into his. it wasn't about the magic. it never was. no , this was about two souls lonely and desperate for someone to understand. two people who only knew value of what others wanted from them. two wielders of magic , no matter its source , just sharing a moment together. falling.

silence again. they hold to each other , fingers grasping tightly. ( she'd press kisses to each one if she could , how she was desperate to take the pain away. to give him back that which he holds most dear. ) here she feels a moment in the space between them , a flicker as if the weave were finally giving out. her forehead presses against his , thumb running along the dark shadows beneath his eye , trailing down the delicate lines and she wonders if she'll ever see them grow brilliantly purple again. lips whispers away from each other. his name echoes around them. breaking the tension. like the snap of a piano wire. were they to take a couple steps and peer out of the elevator they'd see their friends. and in the dark , in between the small semi-circle the group had made ─────

───── there stood a rather elderly man giving the most gentle wave.

[lingeringscars]

layla's relationship with jordan is just so interesting. When they were younger, she was liv's best friend. liv and jordan were also best friends. and layla pretended like jordan was just some annoying guy that hung around. sometimes, that was truly what she thought. most of the time, he was her best friend's brother. and on other occasions, he was one of her closest friends.

he was probably her first crush, but in a way that was never discussed because he was eww a boyyy and liv's brother. she'd secretly be glad when he showed up, while making a show of how annoyed she was that he was interfering with their time.

she would make an excuse when her head turned looking for him as they got older, and he stopped hanging around as much. she'd roll her eyes when he was around, though secretly enjoyed it. and around the same time that it seemed clear that jordan was interested in everyone but her, she thought asher and her made more sense.

and jordan became someone she sometimes hung out with in a large group who messed around with anyone but her. their easy intimacy never disappeared, but layla's feelings did. she never fully addressed or admitted to them, even to herself, and she felt that could never happen anyway. asher was her boyfriend. and then spencer arrived, and she was immediately interested in a way she hadn't been with asher in a long time. she felt disconnected from him, and spencer brought back a spark she hadn't felt since her mom died.

jordan was no longer a focus, was barely considered a friend, and he was still her best friend's brother. but for all her work reconnecting with liv, she never tried with jordan because, well, they were never friends in the first place. a lie she got very, very good at telling herself.

until he did become her best friend. until it was him she was turning to in her darkest moments. it was him that brought her relief, and it was him that she fell in love with but, once again, could not admit to. he was her best friend this time, though. he wasn't just a person hanging around. he wasn't just liv's twin brother. he was her person. and once she admitted that to herself, the rest was over. he was never going to be anything less, and she would not lie to him about her feelings for him after that. she needed to protect herself. he had walls he still needed to break down to get to all of her, but once he had, he had all of her, and he will for the rest of their lives.

[heartsdefine]

it's really important to understand that when frodo tries to send sam home towards the end of their journey, he's not doing it to be cruel.

at that point, sam is not necessarily under the influence of the ring, but he is exhausted, sleep-deprived, starving, and not at all himself because of it. the sam frodo knows and loves wouldn't let his anger get the better of him to the point of attacking sméagol the way that he does, and it frightens frodo to see sam behave that way.

because he assumes it's the ring. he has to assume it's the ring.

not only because sméagol has been in his ear insisting sam would try to take it from him, but because he saw what the ring did to boromir, and he saw the understanding in aragorn's eyes when he realized he was not immune to its influence either. because nobody is.

that's why frodo says: "you can't help me anymore."

because when sam lashes out at sméagol in a very un-sam-like way, frodo assumes the ring is having some influence over him, and the only way to stop it from getting worse is to send his truest and most loyal friend away where the ring can't continue to tempt him.

[doomedsouls]

❝ when did you last sleep? ❞ prosciutto to risotto

there are at least two cups of coffee that had been hastily made in the night -- one is half finished, the drink itself long gone cold and inedible -- and currently, there is a shrinking cigarette pinched between his fingers. he's lost track of time but he's almost certain that he'd been awake for the majority of the night ; he'd tiptoed away to his work desk and tried to find things to do to pass the time. once that inevitably ran out, he'd retreated to the nearest balcony to gaze at the empty sky. nightmares, is his reason for making such a drastic decision. it feels childish to admit aloud, so he never does. but he's certain the others suspect it.

( he dreams of bloodied scalpels & maddening laughter echoing down a hallway that stretches forever, making it impossible to reach. he dreams of always being too late. he dreams of losing the others like it's an inevitability, like the shadow of death breathes down his neck and mocks him. you will lose them, it says like a promise. you will always end up alone. )

he does not mean to worry prosciutto. none of them are meant to be fretted over & least of all, him. this is not the first time risotto has pulled this kind of stunt, nor is it the first time he's been caught. but prosciutto's tone gives the impression of disapproval, as though he intends to chide him for being reckless to himself.

❝  i slept enough through the night. ❞ he answers whilst dousing the cigarette against the ash tray he'd brought out. he keeps his back to the other. prosciutto is second - in - command in title but he is a force near equivalent to risotto's own as leader. he lacks the energy to hold his ground, nor does he want a fight so this is all he can do. the dark bags beneath his eyes almost compliment his unsettling appearance anyway, who is to say they haven't always been there? ❝  don't worry about me. i'm alright. what about you? what about the others? ❞

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

[pericky; a look into ricky's head during their meeting.]

---

"I'm glad you came, I wasn't sure you would." The wine pours, the sound of it drowning out the missing word in that sentence: back.

Of course, is the response, and the part of Ricky that's spent twenty years tearing itself apart to understand why vibrates with relief. It doesn't matter anymore. Of course, of course, he thinks giddily along with the words. He never needed to wonder why Pericles wasn't coming back in the first place; he was always going to.

I'm happy you invited me, and of course he thinks again. A lifetime of pretending he wasn't always going to either falls away. However harsh and lonely the world has been, all's right with it again; and the shy voice of the boy inside him that he's tried so hard to kill says, so quietly, I missed you.

[mastcrmarksman]

✏️ for @darehearts

Send ✏️ for Clint to draw your muse (izzy is sitting idle at work)

A captain in his chair with his morning coffee, sorry he messed up your hair @darehearts

Also don't think too hard about the hands and arms

[entriprises]

✧✦⭒ SONG ASSOCIATIONS : a song for romeo & andie sent by @fyrewalks

they have lots but i'm choosing to talk about casual by chappell roan cause dee and i have been talking lately about how they're pretty much on and off all through the first couple times they decide to act on their feelings. they go from friends to something somewhat serious to both pulling away because of lovebug/heart attack responsibilities and time.

they don't really have chances to be official and serious and steady because for so long each of them has too much going on and also because of the relationship they have as it is. romeo is one of the first and few people to know andie's secret. he's one of the few people who she can be open with and entirely and she's known him since before the bite, even if it was ultimately what brought them closer. for him, he's always waiting for the big sign of romance and thinks that maybe they're not meant to be but he also really enjoys the attention and intimacy. him growing in fame makes it really difficult with her being lovebug. so all the times they're sort of... casual, even if by every definition they're not and neither of them want to be.

dumb love, i love being stupid / dream of us in a year / maybe we'd have an apartment . . . it's hard being casual when my favorite bra lives in your dresser . . . and i try to be the chill girl but honestly, i'm not

they have all the points of being together. they talk about their future together, they are intimate, they talk openly... they just are stupid and have a million excuses as to why living in the in-between limbo is so much easier than doing anything else

[shachou]

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄, seto & mokuba // asked by @universestreasures