#lightpaved

[isolaradiale]

it's been a while, but i'd like to reapply as venat from final fantasy xiv! her application can be found on the first link of her navigation tab.

Welcome back to spooky Isola Radiale, Venat!

You’ll be staying in HOUSE 108!

You will retain everything you were given during your previous stay.

Enjoy your stay!

– ⋆ canopus.

[scottiish]

luke skywalker is my favourite star trek character, i love him and his tardis so much

[thrownsoula]

alice has probably referred to luke skywalker as “the only white boy i ever loved”

[isolaradiale]

i'd like to drop venat from final fantasy xiv! she was housed in 205!

They'll be dropped for you!

– ⋆ diadem.

[zimtec-archived-blog]

@spookshot​ @lightpaved​

    “Now I know you’re probably very angry but just   remember that emotions are stupid and make you useless     in the first place. Stop feeling for a second. “

[alderaanheir]

“did you hear that darth vadar is our father? crazy, right?”

[moveslikeaspider-blog]

did you start a team with the ninja turtles yet

[restorance-blog]

is this a request to fight

        you bet it is.

[isolaradiale]

ENDWALKER SPOILERS UP TO THE FOURTH DUNGEON! i'd like to apply with venat from final fantasy xiv! this application and blog will contain spoilers up until the fourth dungeon, so please don't follow if you're worried! i'll be spoiler tagging things for a while!

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Venat!

You’ll be staying in TOWNHOUSE 205!

You’ll retain the ability to use True Cure...2!, to heal minor to moderate wounds up to five times a day.

– ⋆ diadem.

[alderaanheir]

spacepiratemaz replied to your post “[1:31:01 P *** Call ended, duration 00:33 *** this was a call to...”

don't believe him he could've just changed it quick before sharing screen

this is the most likely explanation .........

[heortgryre]

"Reminisce"

send me “reminisce” for a memory my muse holds dear. send me “flashback” for a memory they’d rather forget. 

( Somewhere, ensnared as ashes in a bush of thorns, were the memories of Ben Solo, still lingering despite his distaste for their presence. He did not think of them, not ever, but occasionally that ghost sought to resurface in his dreams and haunt him whilst he was asleep. Whenever he dreamt of his past life, he awoke with the whole of his body consumed by agony for this thought-crime – but for so long as he remained unconscious, there was a comfort he had not known since he had been a child. )

          He was five years old, and the voice still didn’t have a name. It only spoke to him at night, when the rest of the house had long since fallen asleep, whispering cruelties in his ear with a source that seemed to come from everywhere at once. But it was daytime, now, and the voice did not speak when there was light. And with sunshine streaming in through the skies, he thought he would be safe. Not that the voice was dangerous – or, well, he didn’t think it was, anyway. But it said mean things, sometimes, things that made him cry, and then there was a pain, sharp and sweet and so very sudden, and if his parents saw him cry then they would think him weak and the voice would be right.

          He tottered through the grass of their backyard, a stuffed animal of an Endor rabbit clutched tightly in his arms; his destination was the ship his father seemed to spend his every waking hour in, but he was in no hurry. Precocious and bright, he stopped to examine strange flowers or colorful insects, kneeling close to the earth so he might get a better look. He had often heard that others should “stop and smell the roses” – well, he didn’t think any roses grew here, but he didn’t know for certain, and stopped to smell each interesting bloom he came across.

          In such manner he slowly picked his way across the yard, taking his careful time in reaching the ramp of the ship whose name he could not pronounce but whose praises his father sang at every possible opportunity. He stopped just short of the smooth metal – he wasn’t allowed on the ship, not unless someone was watching him. So he stood, waiting patiently, looking in through the entrance and straining to hear what repairs were being done on that day. But his gaze wandered, his feet began to tap; he was a child, after all, and courteous though he was, he could not wait forever. He considered the ramp, examining it as closely as he had the petals of each flower he had passed. Surely it was not on the ship – it was outside it, wasn’t it? He would not get in trouble for just a single step. Just a slight transgression. There could be no harm in that. But just in case, he quietly willed his footsteps to be silent – of late, he found that when he really, truly wished for something, it would happen. And so, very tentatively, he set his toe on the edge of the ramp.

          He made it halfway up before his father stumbled upon him, and he stared wide-eyed, caught in the execution of a crime. Dark eyes began to well up with tears – he knew this had been a bad idea, knew he would get in trouble. But before he could begin to cry in earnest, his father knelt down and smiled, and in a hushing tone said, “Ben and Bunny are lookin’ to come aboard the Millenium Falcon, huh?” and opened his arms.

          Drying his burgeoning tears on his rabbit, he sprinted up the ramp as quickly as his short legs would allow him right up to his father, leaping up to hug him with a wild exclamation of “Benny Bunny!” His little hands clung to the worn leather of his father’s jacket, and in turn his father lifted him up and cradled him, as though protecting him from the whole of the galaxy. And he felt safe – his parents were strong, he knew that. They were heroes. They could protect him from anything. And one day he would be strong, too, just like them, and he could protect them, instead. That was what the voice said, and he believed it.

          But right then, none of that mattered. He laughed and smiled, and his father kissed his head and called him his sweet son, and then they laughed and smiled together. He poked at his father’s nose and pulled on his jacket, and in turn he would be gently teased and coddled. And before he knew it, the sun had sunk below the horizon and it was night. But there was no voice yet, not while he was not alone. He sat on the grass next to his father and looked up at the night sky, asked about the distant lights twinkling in the dark. And his father kissed him and said that one day, they would fly through those stars together.

[forcejaded-blog]

this is just a psa to any tumblr user out there that @lightpaved is a hairshamer. be cautious around this person please.

[satyriist]

@lightpaved

        “Well, now, aren’t you a fine young rebel? Care to provide safe             passage to a local Rebel Base? I can offer most any payment             you please -- I’ve more than enough credits at my disposal.”

[talentforlying]

fulcrumm replied to your post:

Stop this madness

thrownsoul replied to your post:

TOO SOON

lightpaved replied to your post:

WHY

why does anakin’s apprentice like long baths because she prefers a soak, huh?

[iccrus-blog]

@ staff please delete tumblr user @lightpaved he is being too memey