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this  blog  is  now  an  archive , please  follow  @starfrckled  !!

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this  blog  is  now  an  archive , please  follow  @starfrckled  !!

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this  blog  is  now  an  archive , please  follow  @starfrckled  !!

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this  blog  is  now  an  archive , please  follow  @starfrckled  !!

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#› everything looks beautiful under the stars ╱ self promo #a gentle reminder to follow the new blog before going to bed!

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this  blog  is  now  an  archive , please  follow  @starfrckled  !!

#› chiara is speaking ╱ ooc

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you  know  what  ?  i  am  seriously  going  to  archive  and  remake .  it  has  gotten  to  a  point  not  doing  it  drastically  hinders  my  writing  mood ,  so  yeah  !!    bear  with  me  a  little  while  longer  as  i  sort  my  stuff  out .  like  this  post  if  you  want  me  to  add  you  back  once  i'm  done .  <3

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you  know  what  ?  i  am  seriously  going  to  archive  and  remake .  it  has  gotten  to  a  point  not  doing  it  drastically  hinders  my  writing  mood ,  so  yeah  !!    bear  with  me  a  little  while  longer  as  i  sort  my  stuff  out .  like  this  post  if  you  want  me  to  add  you  back  once  i'm  done .  <3

#› chiara is speaking ╱ ooc #new year new me uh

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Today , this ship has become canon ! This is a gift to my dear friend Chiara , @starfrckled​ !! To the most talented and amazing person I know ~ <3 

Artist / credit to Bella Bergolts

#tbt #while i try to be back here i'll just let the world know!!! #that i love them so so much #i look at this in total awe and gratitude both for the artist and the super lovely person who commissioned it #if you're reading this: you are an angel #and i can't thank you enough

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not  dead  just ...  buried  in  uni  stuff .  i’ll  be  extremely  slow ,  spottier  than usual ,  at  least  until  feb  11

#› chiara is speaking ╱ ooc #sending good vibes to all of you #tbd

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𝚐𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 .

IT WAS AS though a new side to her lover had been exposed , his image now tainted . She was not accustomed to his world , nor was she prepared to be introduced , especially so quickly and violently . Rhaella should have seen the signs , perhaps it was blissful ignorance that had led to the fall . She was left battered and bruised and temporarily a shell of what she once was . 

SHE WILL RECOVER , she will be okay but for now , the woman needs time ; time to ache . It was night , but she doesn’t know which day it has been or how long she’s been gone . With such a chilling event that just occurred , Rhaella was heavily on edge . Reality somewhat warped as who to trust , was she safe … even with Tywin ? Would he do something to her ? Would something happen to him ? It was a disgusting feeling for her to doubt … her whole existence , yet there she was ; scared . 

HIS SISTER WAS in the room with them , making her almost unable to speak to him . She found herself in a moment of cowardice , ❛ I was not talking about the men … I was suggesting it about myself . ❜ Rhaella’s voice was hushed , only loud enough for the man kneeling before her to hear . She felt lost , in a way , like part of her was still gone with the men . Carefully , Rhaella moved her lover’s hand away from her body ; she knew what those hands have done . ❛ I - I can not sleep . I am too frightened , Tywin . ❜ Her confession only making her eyes well up in tears , hands trembling under his own . One thing remained , tearing at her mind : why her ? 

𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙽𝚃  𝙳𝙾𝙾𝚁  𝙲𝙻𝙸𝙲𝙺𝚂  𝚂𝙾𝙵𝚃𝙻𝚈  𝚂𝙷𝚄𝚃 ,  and  tywin  knows  his  sister  has  left  them  alone ,  at  least  for  now .  rhaella’s  reaction  was  to  be  expected ,  surely ,  and  nothing  more  than  a  small  sigh ,  almost  noiseless ,  goes  past  his  lips  because  of  it  ——  she  must  be  shocked  and  scared ,  it’s  rather  clear  to  see ,  there  is  no  need  for  a  mind  as  sharp  as  his  own  to  work  this  out .  so  he  keeps  his  hands  away ,  back  at  his  sides ,  before  drawing  himself  up  to  his  feet .  not  quite  far ,  but  not  too  near ,  as  if  not  to  stifle  her  too  much .  the  situation  is  less  than  ideal ,  of  course ,  the  truth  laid  bare  between  them ,  brutally  and  without  hope  for  amends  or  justification .  tywin  would  have  preferred  her  to  find  out  about  it  in  a  different  way ,  at  a  different  time ,  if  ever ,  but  the  matter  lies  completely  out  of  his  hands  now ,  it  seems .  now  there  is  only  damage  control  to  do .  assess  the  situation  with  a  clear  mind ,  and  swiftly  so .

❛  do  i  scare  you  ?    ❜    his  voice  is  level ,  unwavering ,  yet  not  cold .  this  is  not  the  icy  tone  he  had  used  with  his  men  earlier ,  there  is  no  fury  coiled  within  it .  he  is  not  going  to  tell  her  that  she  shouldn’t  be  scared ,  that  his  hands  are  clean  or  that  they  are  going  to  be ,  from  here  on  out ,  because  these  would  be  too  obvious  lies .

❛  this  will  not  happen  again .  ❜    stated  as  a  fact ,  it  means  that  no  one  else  will  dare  touch  a  single  hair  on  her  head .  the  message  has  been  loud  and  clear  ——  there  is  no  need  for  rhaella  to  know  any  detail  of  it ,  of  course ,  only  that  it  has  been  taken  care  of ,  that  harming  her  is  not  worth  the  consequences  that  it  would  bring .      /      @gevivella​

#› tywin lannister ╱ ic #› tywin lannister ╱ replies #› tywin lannister ╱ everybody knows the good guys lost ( crime au ) #& rhaella ( gevivella )

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SKAM S3

Isak’s hair appreciation post (pt. 2)

#peregrin took tbt #finished trotk and i'm so proud of him #and if someone believes him to be comic relief only i will fIGHT

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wuxian being absolutely terrifying when he’s angry

#› elrohir ╱ starlight that shines brighter in the darkest night ( visuals ) #anger almost consuming el after his mother's capture mhhhhHhh #not a great time

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𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚎𝚛𝚜 .

                                             THEIRS ARE EYES THAT SEE ALL  ,      the    passing    thought    mirrored    in    feeling  .     words    lie  ,      emotion    does    not  .      they    fall    to    overwhelmed  ,     shake    itching    feeling    to    settle    curiosity    in    touch  ,     to    allow    themself    to    experience    with  .     they    were    meant    to    be    collective   .                 ❝    things    change    quickly  ,      people    do    not  .   ❞   

@starfrckled (jim)          //     starter call  ,      with        MANTIS .

𝙿𝙴𝙾𝙿𝙻𝙴 ,  a  constant  work  in  progress .  layer  on  layer  of  decision  shaping  them  up ,  making  them  either  better  or  worse  for  it .  jim  has  learnt  it  the  hard  way ,  right  on  his  skin ,  but  he  has  changed  ——  and  for  the  better ,  if  he  can  say  so  himself.  still  bold ,  yet  with  a  clear  grasp  on  what  it  means  to  be  the  captain  of  a  starship .  

❛  they  sure  don’t .  but  i  have  faith  in  people .  don’t  you  ?    ❜    he  offers  them  a  smile ,  his  signature  one ,  bold  and  bright .

#› james t kirk ╱ ic #› james t kirk ╱ replies #› james t kirk ╱ to boldly go ( verse i ) #& mantis ( univaers )

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𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜 .

𝙞𝙩    𝙝𝙖𝙙    𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣    𝙖𝙣    𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙛𝙪𝙡    𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.    besides    your    usual    nightmares,    there    had    been    nothing    to    disturb    you    from    sleep.    after    all    nightmares    will    always    haunt    you,    no    matter    what.    memories    of    alderaan,    of    the    war    that    seemed    to    drag    on    for    far    too    long,    memories    of    jabba    the    hutt,    there    was    plenty    of     horrors    that    your    conscious    could    use    to    make    sure    you’d    lose    sleep.    there    was    also    the    guilt   you    carried    from    surviving.    you    were    the    last    of    your    home    planet,    one    of    the    few   lucky    ones    to    be    off    planet.    there    were    others,    but    all    of    your    friends,    all    of    your    family,    they    had    died    when    the    death    star    had    hit.    when    you    saw    it    right    in    front    of    your    eyes,    but    last   night….    there    had    only    been    sleep.    nothing    of    those,    even    han    seemed    to    have    had    a   good    night.    nothing    of    waking    up    completely    frozen,    of    you    having    to    coax    him    back    into    moving    his    fingers,    into    not    hyperventilating.    it    had    been   a    good    night    by    any    standards.    there    had    been   no    calls    either.    not    from    either    of    your    comms.    there    had    been    eight    hours    of    uninterrupted    sleep.    but    sadly….    now,    now    it    was    time    to    get    up    and    moving.    to    get    to    the    senate    and    continue    building    the    new    republic.

you’re    all    tangled    up    in    each    other,    sheets    and   limbs    not    truly    separating    who    you    both    are.    but    it’s    no    matter,    the    senate    awaits.    you’re    just    pealing    his    arms    from    your    waist,    and    moving    again    to    take    off    the    sheets    you    share    when    you    feel    him    move    you    against    him.    he’s    strong,    you’ll    give    him    that.    you    end    up    laying    back    down    next    to    him,    and    it’s    then    that    he    talks,    mumbling    something    about    you    staying    for    five    more    minutes.    and    you    do    curl    up    against    him    once   more,    almost    laughing,    clearly    already    smiling,    ❝  han,    i    have    to    get    to    the    senate    building,  ❞    and    still,    you    don’t    fully    move    again,    not    wanting    to    move    him    too    much.

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𝙷𝙴  𝙱𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚂  𝙰𝙶𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚂𝚃  𝙷𝙴𝚁  𝚂𝙺𝙸𝙽 ,  chest  rising  and  falling  steadily ,  no  wave  of  panic  clogging  all  the  way  up  his  throat ,  no  muscle  refusing  to  work .  the  phantom  of  unbearable  cold  gone ,  as  if  nothing  ever  happened  ——  to  either  of  them  it’s  far  from  reality ,  but  just  for  this  morning ,  just  for  a  few  hours ,  let  him  pretend  that  their  minds  are  not  scarred ,  permanently  so . 

❛  nah ,  you  don’t .  ❜    mumbled  near  her  shoulder ,  where  he  presses  a  kiss ,  lazy  and  light .  man  sized  child ,  han  clings  to  her ,  not  really  wanting  the  warmth  they  are  laying  tangled  in  to  disappear ,  the  peace  of  it  all .  the  moment  they  get  up  from  that  bed  the  illusion  is  going  to  crumble  into  dust ,  and  every  ugly  piece  of  crap  is  going  to  slip  right  back  in .  war  not  too  far  behind  on  their  heels ,  but  with  a  better  future  ahead  ——  that’s  the  hope ,  at  least ,  the  fire  warming  up  all  their  hearts .

❛  i’m  sure  everybody’s  gonna  be  fine  without  you  there  for  a  little  bit  longer .  ❜    his  eyes  are  open  now ,  focused  on  the  woman  next  to  him .  the  lights  are  still  set  on  low ,  but  discerning  her  shape  in  the  near  darkness  is  no  challenge  at  all .  and  sure ,  she  isn’t  going  to  be  gone  for  long ,  she  isn’t  even  going  to  be  far ,  yet  han  finds  himself  trying  to  commit  how  it  feels  to  have  her  in  his  arms  to  memory ,  like  he  does  every  morning .  as  if  he’s  ever  going  to  forget .    ❛  me ,  on  the  other  hand  ?   not  so  sure .  ❜  

he  is  being  over  dramatic ,  that’s  for  sure .  nevertheless ,  he  always  dreads  having  to  spend  the  night  without  her  by  his  side ,  without  her  touch  to  release  him  from  the  cage  of  his  own  mind ,  in  the  mornings  when  he  wakes  up  unable  to  move .  he  is  not  afraid  to  admit  he  might  need  her  more  than  she  needs  him .

#› han solo ╱ ic #› han solo ╱ replies #› han solo ╱ a brave new world ( verse i ) #& leia ( sunpathos ) #whew these two

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𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚛𝚞𝚐 .

Alright. He respects Han’s wishes and relents, one arm still lazily drooped over his shoulder. Chewie was always partial to a nice firm hug himself, it was the Wookiee way. If you couldn’t breathe, just for a little you couldn’t think and all your WORRIES EVAPORATED. He thinks of Tarfful in this moment, oddly enough. He had the firmest embrace of any creature he’d encountered, though his own father’s was a close second.

❝Yes, I miss them.❞ The question was ABSURD, asked without understanding the weight it bore. But he’s not annoyed with Han. He senses there’s something else behind the question, a gateway into another conversation. The middle of the night is perhaps not the optimal time to have this talk but since he has asked, he will receive the answer. ❝I miss them so severely I worry I will lose my mind if I think about it too deeply. I would have given up and allowed myself to be killed if not for their memory and the hope we will be reunited.❞

Chewbacca knows he is NOT ALWAYS the person Han wants, he is not Qi’ra or the scoundrel they had buried together in the sands of Savareen. Likewise, Han is not his son. Still, they were bound to each other by need and some form of EVER EVOLVING CAMARADERIE.

𝙷𝙰𝙽  𝙳𝙸𝙳𝙽'𝚃  𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙺  𝙸𝚃  𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷 ,  that  much  is  obvious .  his  is  a  question  carelessly  blurted  out ,  but  it  holds  no  malice.  he  blinks  a  few  time ,  softly  holds  the  inside  of  his  cheek  between  his  teeth  and  thinks  about  both  of  them  not  really  having  anyone  else  close  except  the  other .  what  are  the  odds ,  huh  ?  

❛  it  might  not  be  worth  much ,  but  i  hope  you'll  see  them  again .  sorry  though ,  really  didn't  mean  to  bring  out  something  painful  for  you .  ❜    and  then ,  light  speed  quick ,  before  the  pilot  has  a  chance  to  think  about  it  and  shut  his  mouth .    ❛  my  parents  left  me  when  i  was  a  kid .  dunno  if  they’re  alive  or  dead ,  they’re  just  gone .  ❜  

doesn't  it  just  make  perfect  sense  ?    orphans  cling  to  people  the  hardest ,  after  all .  they  often  chase  after  the  family  they  could  never  have ,  a  better  one ,  one  that  won't  forsake  them .

#› han solo ╱ ic #› han solo ╱ replies #› han solo ╱ wanna hold on and feel I belong ( verse ii ) #& chewbacca ( rebelrug )

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𝚊𝚣𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚔𝚊 .

    HE IS HOLDING UP PRETTY WELL INDEED; Maron might just be fair enough to give him some credit for that. aside from some uncomfortable sleeping arrangements however, the journey so far has not been exactly horrible for the priest either. at least not as horrible as it is for the two other priests          those are of the Seven, mind you          currently dangling from the hull of his ship for repeatedly calling him a heathen. no, Thoros has no true reason to complain, or so Maron likes to believe. the whole prisoner-thing aside, that is. “I fear we’ll run out of wine before that happens.” the reply is more a mutter to himself than an actual answer; brows arched, another flagon emptied into the priest’s cup, and he sends a thrall for more. one of these days he may have to write all his questions down first, lest his drunken mind might forget them. and he feels he barely drinks half of the priest’s fills during one of their little talks.

      settling down back on his barrel does he study Thoros for a moment. not a comfortable thing to happen; to have those ocean-blue eyes bore right into one’s core, unpacking secrets and fears so long as they simmer close enough to the surface. Maron truly, and in a most unsettling way, is far more like his uncle than his father. and his uncle, as is known, is a madman. the priest on the other hand is a lot of talk. so much talk, Maron has begun to wonder whether every word Thoros speaks is nothing but a veil to hide whatever is truly happening. speak enough and so relentlessly that your company’s ears may ring and they won’t ask any further, just make sure it is nothing but hollow words. hollow          veils, lies, tricks… flaming sword.

       “it’s wildfire, isn’t it?”

❛  𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺𝙸𝙽'  𝙵𝙾𝚁  𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶  ?    ❜    the  oldest  trick  up  his  sleeve  :  dissimulate ,  hide ,  a  game  of  make  believe .  he  grins  to  cover  the  wince  that  was  itching  to  form  on  his  lips .  maron  greyjoy's  eyes ,  he  has  found ,  are  quite  unsettling ,  they  seem  to  dig  too  deep ,  into  recesses  of  his  mind  thoros  doesn't  want  anyone  to  unveil .  looking  into  his  eyes  is  like  staring  at  the  fire ,  in  those  rare  circumstances  he  looks  and  sees  something  —  something  more  than  just  flames  dancing  a  little  too  close  for  comfort  —  and  has  the  distinct  impression  he  is  being  stared  at  right  back .  most  of  the  times  ?    he  just  wishes  to  see  nothing  at  all .  undevoted  priests  make  piss  poor  prophets ,  it  would  seem .  to  his  credit ,  he  holds  his  gaze  until  it's  time  to  bring  the  cup  of  wine  to  his  mouth  ——  one  sip ,  two ,  and  in  a  third  it  will  be  soon  gone .  that  last  one  he  saves  for  a  little  while  later .

laughter  spills  instead  of  curses ,  when  maron  guesses  correctly ,  in  the  end ,  pretty  quickly  too  (    but  then  again ,  it  wasn't  very  hard ,  wasn't  it  ?    it's  too  damn  easy  to  fool  startled  ironborns  in  the  haze  of  battle  and  lannister  soldiers  who  see  treachery  and  magic  tricks ,  instead  of  the  only  logical  answer    ) .  his  secret  is  out  now .  mystery  solved .  a  toast  to  maron's  wit .  

❛  ha ,  well .  a  handy  trick ,  if  a  bit  inconvenient .  won  me  some  money  in  tournaments ,  at  the  least .  not  too  bad ,  what  you  say  ?    works  pretty  well  in  battle  too .  though  you  may  have  guessed  it  at  this  point ..  if  you're  hoping  for  something  more  than  cheap  tricks ,  i  really  wouldn't  hold  your  breath .  ❜  

bullshitting  his  way  through  all  sorts  of  things  has  always  been  a  talent  of  his ,  after  all ,  but  not  this  time ,  it  would  seem .  he  has  finally  run  dry .  out  of  tricks  and  out  of  luck ,  it  truly  doesn't  look  too  good  for  him .  

#› thoros of myr ╱ ic #› thoros of myr ╱ replies #& maron ( azmenka )