my friend explained to me kafka’s retelling of Odysseus and the sirens and I think that is the perfect way you would write a sith obi-wan arc, following anakin in an attempt to rescue him. like Odysseus ties himself to the mast of his ship because he wants to hear the sirens without being tempted, but he hears nothing because he plugged his ears with wax and goes insane and wants his men to go closer towards the rocks so he can hear them. like I think obiwans arrogance would blind him to any temptation and make him believe he’s completely immune to it, all the while he’s miles deep into the dark side, thinking the entire time that the problem is that he hasn’t heard the sirens yet
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Is anyone else obsessed with poetic compliments?
Like… not just calling someone pretty but…
“His hair was like snow and his skin like frost. He looked like a creature made of porcelain moonlight with eyes like glistening stars. Words could not describe how ethereal he looked when basking in the moon’s gentle glow,” she spoke softly.
“And I remember him that way. A man made of stardust, a man who looked to be the very moon itself...”
“I find him in the moon because that was always what he was to me. The moon, soft and gentle. He was brighter than anyone else, as if he belonged in the heavens not on earth as a man, but in the sky as a celestial body.”
“He is the moon in the sense that his pure and beautiful…”
She swallowed thickly, voice soft and tender as she spoke again. “And he is the moon in the sense that he is far out of my reach,” she whispered, a single tear falling from her eye.
And not just saying you like someone’s strength or that you think they’re handsome but…
“You say that as if you don’t look like a fallen star.”
“What do you mean by that?”
She smiled softly, kissing the tip of his perfect nose as her hands moved down his neck then to his shoulders.
“Dark,” she whispered, kissing his jaw, “perfect,” she kissed his neck, “and pure,” she kissed his throat softly.
“It’s as if the sky fell onto earth,” she whispered, her lips ghosting along his throat as her hands skipped over his wounded chest and gently moved against his stomach.
“A man made of steel and rock, my own meteor,” she breathed against him, kissing his collarbone.
“My own piece of heaven.”
Cause shit like that just makes me 🫧🫧🫧🫧🫧 frreeal
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✨Inspiration Saturday✨
Welcome to me once again collecting tags through the week and doing them all in one tag game, thanks to everyone who keeps tagging me all thing through the week, I love seeing what y’all are cooking up! Here’s a moodboard and snippet of something I'm currently calling the Hire to Kill Au:
Tagged through the week by: @jesuisici33 @spotsandsocks @heartbeatdiaz @rogerzsteven @prince-buck-diaz @panbuckley @honestlydarkprincess @buddierights @the-likesofus @hippolotamus @shortsighted-owl @ebdaydreamer @bekkachaos @cowboydiazes
Snippet:
He had designed his life to be devoid and empty of things that made him feel anything, afraid that once that he gave in into it, it was going to destroy him and crumble the image of himself he had worked hard for years to maintain. Maddie sometimes looked at him and her eyes filled with sadness, wiping away tears that she thought Buck hadn’t seen, probably mourning the bright and loud child he had once been.
That Buck wasn’t dead, he was just buried so deep inside this new Buck that he wasn’t sure he was ever going to see the light of day again. Maybe if he ever got out of this business, but Buck didn’t like to busy himself with these kinds of hypotheticals.
He was a killer, truth be told, he was probably going to die on the field, with a knife strapped to his calves and another in his thigh, and a gun in his hand, covered in blood.
He had gotten a ping earlier in the day letting him know that there was a new target waiting for him already, so after he was done with his workout, he ordered in some food, took a shower and then went down to the lobby of his building to pick up his food and his mail, making sure the “amazon” envelop was secured under his arm and then made his way up the stairs again, sitting down on his couch once he was back and opening the parcel.
EDMUNDO “EDDIE” DIAZ. Was the name printed on top of the folder, it would be the last name Buck ever read on a folder like this, it would be the name that would change the course of his life, but Buck didn’t exactly know that yet, for now all that he knew was that Eddie was a widower, he used to be an army medic - honorably discharged with a silver star, which was impressive - and he currently was a firefighter living in L.A.
Buck frowned, he had never gotten a local job before, and while he wouldn’t complain about cutting down on his travel time, he felt weird about it. He felt even more confused when he saw his timeframe, three months. Buck had never been given so much time before to complete a mission.
Something wasn’t sitting right with him. Whoever this Eddie dude was, there was something different about this assignment.
Tagging if they wanna share anything at all @brokenribsdiaz @loveyourownsmiilee @cowboy-buddie @gentoodiaz @alyxmastershipper @heartshapedvows @satashiiwrites @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @exhuastedpigeon and whoever else wants to do this!
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Hello! Just wanted to check in, I've gotten the notification that you posted something twice in the last few days, and both times the post just wouldn't load and doesn't appear. Is everything alright? Did you delete the posts or it's just tumblr being weird?
aaaw hi darling !!
it’s just lo being lo. one was a shameful sleepy horny post, and the most recent one was a selfie that I posted for a full minute before chickening out of it, lol.
thank you so much for checking in. that’s very sweet of you but I’m also very sorry to have worried you 💗 !!
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maybe an unpopular opinion but i really don’t think tbp needs any sort of sequel or prequel, especially not one focused on the child rapist antagonist lmao. it just completely goes against the point of the movie in the first place and what made it an effective and immersive story about victims prevailing against abusers.
the only way i could see it maaayyybe working is if it’s max-centric, oddly enough, because i don’t even particularly like him very much and he’s kind of a comic-relief character. but if they were to go the prequel “origin story” route i think that would be the best way to maintain the essence of the original while also exploring uncharted territory. idk man
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