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editfandom · 2 years

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lifeondramas · 2 years

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Money Heist: Korea

La Casa De Papel: Coreia

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#korean #dorama #dorama icons #drama icons #kdrama #kdrama icons #korean drama #netflix #netflix doramas #netflix drama #money heist korea #money heist korea icons #la casa de papel coreia #la casa de papel coreia icons #tokyo icons #berlin icons #nairobi icons #rio icons #denver icons

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ebookporn · 6 months

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#bookstores #booksellers #denver icons

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70sgroovy · 4 months

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john denver photographed in 1974🌼

#john denver #1974 #1973 #70s #70s music #folk #country #70s hair #70s icon #70s aesthetic #70s fashion #classic rock #60s 70s 80s 90s #vintage #60s #1970s

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marina-na-na · 8 months

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#marvel icons #mcu icons #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #marvel edit #mcu edit #captain marvel icons #captain marvel gifs #captain marvel edit #captain marvel #carol denvers #brie larson icons #brie larson gif #brie larson

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herigo · 5 months

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erosioni · 2 years

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Robert Redford, John Denver attending the premiere party for The Great Waldo Pepper at Rivoli Restaurant, NYC,1975.

#robert redford #john denver #70s aesthetic #leather jacket #jeans #70s fashion #70s style #70s icons #1970s fashion #1970s icons

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rhynehoward · 1 year

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#nah'shon hyland #bones hyland #denver nuggets #nba #still don't know which name to tag him as ??? but whatever #this reaction is iconic(tm)#bhedits #dnedits #nbaedits

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officialfoxsquadron · 2 months

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rising, falling

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summary: Aunt Beru's son is growing up. He is in danger. This, she has always known.

When Luke’s toys came crashing around him, she cursed him again. Not her nephew-no, never him. She cursed his father, Obi-Wan, the whole damned lot of them. They were sandstorms, these men-destroying everything in their path, not caring who they hurt or what they left behind.

Obi-Wan, at least, had the decency to stay close. She knew, eventually, that there would come a day when he would take her nephew-her son -away, and she would have to let him.

But that didn’t mean she had to trust him. Any of them, these sandstorm men who reached for the suns, tried to bring them crashing down. It wasn’t that she didn’t believe in the Force-it was hard not to when your son woke from his nightmares with toys floating around him. She just never understood why they had to mess with it.

“Aunt Beru,” His voice was small, quiet, and shaky, but Luke sat bolt upright. She felt her husband rush behind her, his hands ghosting her back as she clutched her collar. She had screamed, she realized. She shouldn't have done that.

He's growing like a weed, she thought dully. He'll need new clothes again. “Uncle Owen. I had a bad dream-”

“It’s alright, son,” her husband said, in that gruff voice of his. He brushed past Beru, smoothed his nephew’s blanket, laid him back down. “Just worried it was raiders, that’s all.”

“Bu-but-”

“It’s alright.” Owen said-no, insisted. He wordlessly walked to the other side of Luke’s room and picked up his bantha plush, placing it back in Luke’s hands. “Just go back to sleep, we’ll fix it in the morning.”

“Okay.” Luke said, squeezing the toy near his chest, voice already dipping. “Just a bad dream?”

“Just a bad dream.” Owen confirmed, stroking his son’s hair as he fell to sleep.

Beru was still frozen in the doorway. She wanted to comfort her son, but Owen was always better at this part of parenting. He would rush in when fear made your heart leap into your throat.

She did not want to be scared of him, her darling boy, who always knew how to make her laugh. But seeing the contents of his room floating around him, the pained noises that were in his throat-

“We love you, Luke,” she said, quietly, still trying to regain her breath. Luke was already asleep, but she hoped he heard her. “It’s alright. Go back to sleep.”

Owen wrapped his arm around her, her whole body still shaking, after he closed Luke’s door. He held her until they were back in their room and guided her to sit on the edge of their bed. He wrapped a blanket around her, wordlessly, and found the bottle of liquor they kept hidden for moments like these.

“Thank you, Owen,” she said, her voice clawing its way out of her throat. She took a sip-she hated the stuff, but her nerves were overactive all these years. “I’m sorry I didn’t-”

“Stop,” Owen said gruffly, taking her hand. He held it between his, rubbing his thumb along her palm. She felt the fear, the anger, the hatred die down for a moment, enough to regain her senses.

“How did you know to go to him?” Her husband rarely asked questions of her. She turned, looked into his eyes. They were blue, so blue, calm and silent.

“I dunno. I couldn’t sleep.” It was the truth. Sleep had never come easily to her, and she always made sure to peek into Luke’s room when she could. Just to make sure he was breathing. That’s when she saw it, the contents of the room floating above him. "I screamed, Owen. I should have never done that, he'll think-"

"Stop," he said again, kissing her forehead. "It's not your fault. You can't always control how you react to...something like that."

She thought-not for the first time, and certainly not for the last-of stories Shmi would tell her, of dreams and nightmares that led to a quickening in her womb. She thought of Luke’s mother, the beautiful woman from very far away. She had been so sad, even then, when she was supposed to be young and in love.

She gave Beru a smile when they parted, an odd little smile. A reassuring one. An apologetic one. It was one that twisted Beru's stomach.

She thought of the smile now, her parting gift from her sister-in-law. It was a gift women gave each other often; when they went off with bad men, when they hoped against hope that things would work out. She had given it to her, so that when reports of a massacre came in, Beru wouldn't scream. She would try and remember. She would try and control herself, hold still in a sandstorm, because the men were playing at gods again.

Her husband smoothed her hair, kissed the side of her head. She put the glass down and rested her head on his shoulder, letting herself melt into his familiar warmth. He guided them to lay on the bed, and she leaned into him, wrapped herself around him.

He sighed, in the way he sighed right before he said something he thought was terrifying. “He’s growing up, Beru.”

“I know,” she replied, and traced his jaw, his nose, the lines on his face. How did they get there? They were young once.

They didn’t need to say anything else. They never did. Her husband’s heartbeat, the rise and fall of his breath–it was a song she knew, a lullaby, and she let it calm her fried nerves. He fell asleep, and soon, she would too, despite herself.

We’ll fix it in the morning, she thought. Luke is growing up, and the sandstorm is coming, but there’s nothing for it now. We’ll fix it in the morning.

#yuuup this is what i choose to spend a sunday doing. help #my writing #luke skywalker fanfiction #uncle owen #aunt beru #aunt beru the feminist icon #she's a woman that loves john denver and fleetwood mac THAT i know #star wars fanfiction #i feel like i have been spamming the tags #but this is how my brain works all of the writing and then none of it so enjoy and also i apologize

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previouslyondaysofourlives · 6 days

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dramoor · 1 year

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“There is an ascetic imperative, an utter necessity to enter into the struggle that is Christ’s own struggle. We fast because Christ in us fasts. We pray because Christ in us prays. We forgive because Christ in us forgives. We love because Christ in us loves. We give because Christ in us gives. Such a life is a sign of contradiction, a repudiation of the world’s claims to be ‘normal’ or ‘just the way things are.’ The life of Christ is the true life of the world, the purpose of all things.

People came to Christ with this question: ‘What must we do to be saved?’ Ultimately, the answer is, ‘Do Christ.’ We walk in Him and He walks in us. This is the ascetic imperative. This is the crucified life of grace, the salvation of the world.”

~Fr. Stephen Freeman, From The Ascetic Imperative - A Matter of Communion

#Fr. Stephen Freeman #Orthodox Christian #Do Christ #churches #photography #photographers on tumblr #travel #Denver Colorado #Assumption of the Theotokos Greek Orthodox Cathedral #Icons #life of grace #crucified with Christ #The Ascetic Imperative #communion with Christ #abide in Him #Pantocrator

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evilfranzkafka · 1 year

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I don't know if anything from this has been posted (it probably has lol) but I found this magazine at an antique store near my house and wanted to quickly share Mike's "fact sheet" and the insane shit he says in his "10 facts about Mike Nesmith" section

#yes the iconic mike stance image #i actually got this way back right at the start of my monkee era cuz i remembered seeing it before i was into them #i paid 30 bucks for it which is a total steal and also discussed the monkees with the old woman who worked there #she said her fave was davy (ofc) and that she saw john denver in concert in 1979 #i mean stuff from this magazine might be floating around on here but if yall want i can post more stuff from it #ill probably do it anyway tho lol #the monkees #mike nesmith #peter tork #davy jones #micky dolenz #ALSO sorry if the pics suck i am bad at taking them

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indeedgoodman · 5 months

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