Sometimes, I really want an animated show about the OT characters. Their adventures, serious and silly, as they become friends and family long before Luke and Leia discover that they're siblings. Stories about Leia struggling with going from princess to general. Luke struggling with being a Jedi and a commander. The Rogue Squadron and their adventures. Han and Chewie barely keeping up with the Space Twin shenanigans.
But, then I remember how each of these characters were treated in the Sequel Trilogy, and I realise that it doesn't matter. No amount of stories about them will change the fact that they all die alone away from each other, that they gave up their childhood, their homes, themselves to the safety of the galaxy and that none of it ever mattered. And I can't enjoy canon stories about them because it won't change their ending, and I can't forget that.
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see modern au throbb are horrible for each other. everyone around them considers them adopted brothers and theon is an insane mentallly ill addict savant in denial about having bpd (since bpd is for women) and robb is soooo normal apart from the pregnancy scares and the CTE and thinking he has to Bring Home Da Rugby Trophies in order to be a real man. theon should be a bohemian cosmopolitan ketamine girlie with questionable politics and robb should marry a nice girl and have 2.5 kids white picket fence etc. unfortunately robb is bisexual and the dick+hole is just THAT good and theon will use bpd as an excuse even though he thinks its made up by Big Pharma to sell lana del rey records
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@hashtag-bitch cont. from xxx
She was going to fucking kill Vox and then she'd happily cart his body over to Alastor and offer it up as a fucking snack and if this fucking dickhead kept spitting crumbs all over her studio's floor she'd do the same to him.
Velvette knew that Vox would have done this for a reason though and she wasn't about to get into a load of bullshit with him because she killed some twat he was in the middle of making a contract with. The best way to get this melt out of her studio was to get him an outfit so she'd do just that. She could take her frustrations out on Vox later.
"What sorta shite are you lookin' for?" She asked with a sigh.
Well, lucky for her ~ the bag of chips is almost empty. However, he does spill a remainder of crumbs more when he tips it back to slather his tongue around under the crinkling prize. He doesn't catch many, granted, but it's enough to satisfy him enough to cram the aluminum back up and chuck it over at a nearby waste bin...it does bounce off the rim and land in the floor, but hey- at least he tried for a good deed. That heaven spark was still fresh, it seemed.
When she seemed to relent to his loitering, Adam flashed her a muddled smirk at the corner of his mouth, hands dug into the pockets of his robes as he gave her a wide berth while half-circling shark-like her towards a better view of some rather...fine specimens of demon ass if he could call them that while one with a bunch of tail feathers bent over to quickly retrieve the trash and scoot it into the waste bin nervously. Oh yeah...women doing women shit. Dolls playing dress up after his own broken heart ~
"Eh..." He broke the trance by sliding a golden disc of an eye over at her tending to a headache that looked like it might implode her skull at the next sentiment he chose to utter. "Weeeeeell... your bossy-box said I should fit you all's, ah ...aesthetic. Said it was something like... 'cringe-swag fuckboy?'" A heavy shrug and a twist of his wrist later, he'd summoned his golden axe in front of him, though tipped his back to her to hide it somewhat just in case she thought he was up to some extermination antics. Not that he had a reason to be. "Here, lemme give you a few...ideas."
And with that, he quickly took to a series of strums that show cased just how much of a nuisance he was going to be for the place- echoing bass and twanging trills that shook every window in her studio as he fervently fingered the instrument.
"Y'know, something a little...confident." He started up again after a few more bouts of bouncing reverberations off the walls. "-but not the 1975?"
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me uploading 12 different shit tier quality video clips of the show to my instagram story every time i go to a concert knowing damn well not a single person is going to watch them
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Josh was living for that "scream" performance, wasn't he?
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