s t a r l i g h t ✨ // kylo ren x rey playlist

Inspired by diasterisms / @kylorenvevo‘s masterpiece To Kingdom Come. It will destroy you ( in a good way ). Full Sword of the Jedi series here. 

“I remember everything!” he snarls, loud enough to make her flinch. “How you move— the way you breathe—” His words hitch on a strangled half-sob; he stares at her like a man caught in a waking dream as he skims the line of her jaw with his knuckles, stopping to touch the pad of his thumb to her bottom lip. “How your eyes met mine in the starlight,” he continues through a broken, haunted rasp of a voice, “and I felt like the look on your face.”

Or: What is alive must heal. What cannot heal must endure.

@alyssasmuses | origin !!

Shouta blinked as Hizashi made a sign he didn’t understand. He’d studied sign language for years after having met her and … and he didn’t know what it was Hizashi was trying to say. 

Thank you – what? 

I want to give you something. Your name. Like mine. 

Dark eyes blinked in surprise finally understanding what it was he was saying. He was signing Shouta’s name. His hands came up to clasp together, slowly, before he pulled them towards himself. Friends … Shouta … ?

He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve Hizashi’s kindess of his friendship no matter how much he craved it. He barely deserved to be alive most days how could he possible deserve something like this

His attention shifted back from the ground and up to Hizashi’s face when he saw Hizashi shake with laughter and – oh. He was so cute‘ I thought you’d mix it with tired … ‘ Shouta started signing as he spoke the words slowly. But, he paused for a moment, looking at the ground as he thought of how to sign his next thought. ‘ Or … cat … ‘ He added, laughing and shaking his head a little. 

‘ I like … this. I do. Shouta … ‘ He paused, his hands clasped at his chest. He didn’t deserve this …


Marinette: biracial (Chinese and French)
Alya: Martiniquan
Nino: Moroccan
Alix: Arab
Kim: Vietnamese
Max: West African

Sometimes there’s whitewashing in fandom but none of these kids^ are white

Day One Hundred and Twenty-Four

-A toddler chanted, “I won’t eat. I won’t eat. Bad seafood. Bad seafood.” Despite the many repetitions of this mantra, I was unable to discern whether the child refused to eat the bad seafood, or whether he refused to eat what he was given and demanded bad seafood in its stead.

-A young boy adamantly denied that he had staged a banana fight at home. His mother told me that he had unpeeled all of the bananas in the house, left them on the ground, and threw the peels at everyone in the house. I am not sure whose story I believe more, but I know which I hope is true.

-An incredibly-coordinated child, no more than eighteen months-old, blew me more kisses than I could catch or count, blessing me and my day more than I had thought possible from one so tiny.

-An elderly woman slowly shuffled towards my lane, one finger outstretched inquisitively. Her impressively wide smile never left her face, nor did her impressively wide eyes leave mine. After inching most of the way to my lane like this, she dropped it entirely, moving and acting as normally as a septuagenarian could. I, to this very moment, know not which persona to trust as genuine, and which was the well-constructed ruse.

-I watched as an infant breached multiple layers of zipper-reinforced security and extracted her grandmother’s credit cards from her wallet within her purse without arousing any suspicion nor attention. Recruitment for my heist squad continues to go swimmingly.

-The position of Register Friend has been filled today by a gazelle whom I have named Giselle, as this is both a beautiful name befitting such a beautiful creature as well as the first name that popped into my head.


rhysand leaned against the archway into the sitting room, arms crossed, wings nowhere to be seen, dressed in his usual immaculate black jacket and pants.
and as those violet eyes met mine, as that familiar half smile faded…
my face crumpled. a small, broken noise cracked from me.

rhys was instantly moving, but my legs had already given out. the foyer carpet cushioned the impact as I sank to my knees.
I covered my face with my hands while the past month crashed into me.
rhys knelt before me, knee to knee.

he pulled my hands away from my face. gently, he took my cheeks in his hands and brushed away my tears.
i didnt care we had an audience as I lifted my head and beheld the joy and concern and love shining in those remarkable eyes.
neither did rhys as he murmured, “my love,” and kissed me.