but there's a war in my mind

me: oh new SW movies and live action TV show? that’s great i am really looking forward to seeing all that!

me internally:

7

he’s trying ok? </3

(I wanted to add two more things, but I’ll just save them for another gifset)

skulldoll27  asked:

So I've been rewatching clonewars and just watched the epispode with the geonosian mind control worms, and just Obi Wan I wanted to study them Kenobi. That nerd was literally willing to risk Luminara getting infected just to see where it would go in. Obi Wan is probably an utter nerd and would probaly spend his time finding out weird tings through questionable and definitely reckless means if there wasn't a war. AU WHERE THERE'S NO WAR AND OBI IS MAKING ALL THE PPL GO ALONG ON HIS SCIENCE TRIPS

Ahhhhh hahahaha oh my GOD I am living for Obi-Wan Kenobi: Action Nerd. Yes please

Little Anakin having to help him collect plant samples. Obi-Wan filling up their quarters with science journals and test tubes. There’s always at least 5 in-progress experiments going don’t touch that the fungus is sentient!!!

Naturally, even though this is a war-free AU, literally every Adventure he drags Anakin and Ahsoka (and anyone else) along on ends with Obi-Wan accidentally exposing some Major Corruption, saving a planet and making a bunch of new friends – Thanks To Science! [iris wipe]

For the record:

I don’t care what you ship. We are all entitled to our own opinions and have formed them in our own way. It is not my life’s calling to defend my ship to anyone, nor to sink yours. I will sail my ships, and you will sail yours, and if we happen to be on the same one, I’ll probably kiss your cheeks and write you porn. If we’re not on the same ship I’ll blow you kisses from my deck and wave as you pass by because we’re all in this ocean of feelings together, and if one ship makes waves, we all capsize.

Be nice to one another.

Can we talk about how this song is on Kylo Ren's playlist on Spotify. (It's his official playlist btw, created by Disney)

“A Cross And A Girl Named Blessed”

She wears a butterfly on her wrist
But she might as well cut it’s head off
She’s holding out for weapons to kill the ghost inside
Or at least kill the thought she has of killing her mind
she says “I love you” with her hands, she says “I hate you” with her eyes

Theres a pretty girl somewhere, with a pretty name
But I could never let you know how much this means
I swear we’ll end this war, cause we both know
It wasn’t worth fighting for

I wear God’s name up by my wrist but she might as well tear my skin off
She’s letting go convictions, to release the ghost inside
To release all the suffering of a cross and a girl
I sing “I love you” way too much, so I’ll say “I hate you” for tonight

Theres a pretty girl somewhere, with a pretty name
But I could never let you know how much this means
I swear we’ll end this war, cause we both know
It wasn’t worth fighting for

She, she said to me I will be driving in the wrong direction
Did you ever think, that maybe your life,
Is heading in the wrong direction, baby

There’s a cross up on the wall
See from the corner of your eye
When you’re down on your knees
And she’s begging please
So go and lay back down tonight
Because you won’t know who you are
Until you’re down on your knees
And you’re begging please

Theres a pretty girl somewhere, with a pretty name
But I could never let you know how much this means
I swear we’ll end this war, cause we both know
It wasn’t worth fighting for

Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

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A ward of the state, lost among the war-orphans, the then-Chancellor was the only fixture in Anakin’s life after he won his freedom. Caught in the undertow of death and destruction, by the time the young Queen attempted to look into the whereabouts of the peculiar little boy he was already gone - a file lost in an overwhelmed system. Once the Jedi were hunted like animals across the stars, the path for Obi-wan to follow his master’s dying directive became closed to him. 

Anakin’s usefulness ended along with his destruction of the droid control ship. No credits, no home, and no friends  on Coruscant - who could refuse Palpatine’s generosity where it came? And it came - first in gifts of education: manuals and texts, time spent paying attention to a child no one else seemed interested in. Later, with holocrons, to be their little secret.

The Jedi, who had abandoned him, were scattered across the galaxy - dead, dying. The only place he’d ever called home was  a thousand star systems away. If he had any reservations at all when Palpatine invited him to live in the Palace and took over his education personally - when his only friend revealed himself as the Dark Lord of the Sith and his intentions for the young disciple - what other options had there ever been?

I didn’t really expect the response the first part of this got - oh my god thank you everyone. (I’m so bad at expressing this sort of thing but inside I was just rolling around happily). Getting to my favorite pouty Dark Lord.  (⊙‿⊙✿) Padme’s really the hero here, but he isn’t any good at staying out of her life.

anonymous asked:

this may be such a big ask depending on how much you want to say, so I get if it's overwhelming and you would just rather not, but do you think you could list some of phoebe's music favorites? her taste is so so good! thank you so much in advance if you decide to do this ♥

phoebe’s music taste is divine and quite similar to mine so it’s easy to keep track because it’s usually already on my playlist 🙌🙌 here are some of her favourites:

  • caring is creepy, the shins
  • reckoner, radiohead
  • michicant, bon iver
  • the wheel, sohn
  • a new error, moderat
  • flesh without blood, grimes
  • ocean breathes salty, modest mouse
  • we move lightly, dustin o’halloran
  • starboy, the weekend
  • nothing’s gonna hurt you baby, cigarettes after sex
  • what he wrote, laura marling
  • hey, pixies
  • obstacle 1, interpol
  • the celestials, the smashing pumpkins
  • come as you are, nirvana
  • life round here, james blake
  • rhyme and reason, eminem
  • where is my mind, nada surf
  • petals, bibio
  • doing the right thing, daughter
  • ingenue, atoms for peace
  • gold, kiiara
  • out of the woods, taylor swift
  • first, cold war kids
  • crystallize, lindsey stirling

anonymous asked:

I have some trouble w focusing on my WIP, bc I don't really know how to plot. I know what's the big picture, but I don't know how to put the details, unify the scenes and build the whole story. I feel the plot is quite boring, but I cant nor want change too much cuz then it'll affect the nexts books. It's the story of two friends who have to live far away one of another, and there's a war and they have the chance to met five times before one of them dies. And their lives meanwhile, but idk. Help

It sounds like you have some problems with sub-plots, my friend! 

Here are some links that might help!

p.s. 

I know it sucks, but sometimes re-doing the entire plot of your novel is the way to go. If it’s not working, something has to change. 

I hope this helps!

I think that, besides being the epitome of a conservative religious organization, many of the Jedi Order’s dynamics can also apply to current intelligence community. Especially the centralization of power (yeah, Yoda and the Council, I’m referring to you), the total inefficacy of achieving change in the system through “official channels”, and secrecy. Secrecy used as a way to conceal truly nasty things that would spoil Jedi’s peace-and-justice-protector reputation, secrecy justified with something like “that stuff was necessary for the stability of the galaxy and all the lies were necessary not to bring disorder that would have eventually led to unrest and opened ways to the Dark Side to slip in”. And also, using the Sith as Perpetual Enemies Of Peace™ really reminds me of the trick to pick up an external threat and make people forget about internal problems, just like “terrorists” and “War on Terror” used to push whatever bad bill fits one government’s agenda. Not to mention the total disregard for people’s rights, not just slaves but like, everyone, every time they mind-control normal citizens for non-emergencies as if it’s nothing.

Small Steps| Kylo Ren One Shot

Requested: no
Rating: PG-13, mild cursing, torture/interrogation kinda?? It’s not super graphic
Summary: Kylo’s only job for today was to interrogate the newest prisoner, so why does he suddenly feel like the one exposed.

(The one where YN gets into Kylo Ren’s head more than he gets into hers).

•••

The room was cold, dim and smelled of metal and hash cleaning chemicals. YN didn’t want to think about what those chemicals were used to clean up.

She was strapped down to a chair, if you could call it that. She was strapped to a chair that felt more like a table, nearly flat except for slight shape to accommodate the natural curve of her body. How thoughtful of the First Order to think of my comfort. YN thought to herself, trying to mentally prepare herself for whatever was going to walk through those doors that she could see only by turning her had as far to the side as possible and straining her eyes.


Almost on cue, who she assumed to be the infamous Kylo Ren walked through the silver sliding doors. He only had to take a few strides until her was in front of YN, eyeing her up and down silently. YN knew that this was meant to phase her and tried not to let his behavior affect her this early in their meeting. He spoke suddenly:

“I know who you are, YN. Do you know who I am?”

Even through the filter of the masked helmet, his tone was com descending. YN didn’t know if she could trust he own voice to sound strong so she just nodded slightly, trying to seem at ease in he surroundings. Kylo raised his had in a sort of nod and spoke again. “Do you know why you’re here?”

YN decided to try and delay what she feared was to come within their meeting and shook her head to signal she did not. Kylo tilted his covered head slightly again, this time to the side to indicate that he had little trust in her answer and inhaled, YN could hear every inhale and exhale he processed due to the mask, she wondered if he relied on it to breathe or if it was more of a fashion accessory.

Once again, it was almost on u that Kylo responded to he thought process, slowing removing his helmet from his head. YN hadn’t expected to see such a young face beneath the mask, he couldn’t have been much older than her. She hoped that revealing his face to her didn’t mean that he intended to kill her before she left this room. A million thoughts were running through her mind at once.

“Relax, little one,” he stepped casually close to her. “I don’t want to hurt you- at least that isn’t my sole reason for our visit today, as I’m sure you’ve guessed- you’re smart. I can tell.”
YN’s heart was going a million miles a minuet, she flinched as Kylo placed his gloved hand over her chest, right above where her heart was positioned.

He held it there for only a second, long enough to feel her heartbeat. All the while maintaining eye contact with YN. He never broke this eye contact while taking off his gloves, but finally his eyes left hers to walk behind YN, placing the gloves near his helmet on a shelf that protruded from a far wall.

YN’s mind started to construct a joke about how Kylo Ren was giving her a strip tease in her head, but he nerves kept jumbling the beginning and end together so there was no real punchline.

Her heart picked up yet again when she felt his breath on the back of the chair, barred slightly by the back of the chair she was still bound to.

“Are you ready?”

She tried harder to calm her racing mind and concentrate on disassociating from any pain she was about to experience. She tried to focus on derailing Kylo’s train of thought, gently prodding at his mind, finding herself at the forefront of his thoughts.

Pushing past that, she found herself slipping into the thoughts of her enemy. How his actions were guided by strong currents of fear, loneliness. She hadn’t meant to pity him.

Suddenly, his hand was around her neck, applying pressure. “That’s a pretty damn dangerous game to be playing with me, little one. you don’t know how good I am at this game.”

She had struck a nerve, she could feel him beginning his invasion on her mind and blocked out his advances as best she could, throwing her favorite music and poems to the front of her brain, and her family, who didn’t live anywhere near the base. The love in her family. She began focusing on getting further into his head than he could get into her own.

“You should really just give up- you know that I have every advantage over you right now, I can see any and every thing inside your head that I want to.”

So then why are you so scared of me?“

Her inquiry was simple but it clearly struck another nerve with her captor. “I’d shut the hell up if I was you- none of your Jedi friends are coming to your aid.”

She just stared back at him, his hand tightening on her throat so that her breathing became more labored, but still possible. She looked deeper into his mind- hating the feeling of invading into his private feelings and thoughts, but he would do the same to her- was doing the same to her.

Finally, she hit something that felt significant, she relaxed and spoke out loud, feeling his hand clench around he throat to try and stop he speech.

“You dont have to be alone.” her voice was cut off abruptly by his hand clenching tight enough to choke her. Her hands pulled at her restraints to try and remove his hands but failed, her body beginning to panic at the lack of oxygen- spasming. “That was a cute trick,” he paused. “But now it’s my turn to do some digging in here,” He tapped her head with a finger from his hand that wasnt constricting around her throat. His hand finally released her thoat after what felt like ages. YN sputtered and Kylo began to speak.

“All I need from you is to tell me where the new rebel base is- can you do that for me, pet?” YN tried to shake her head to say no, but was preoccupied with regaining her breath, head falling forward due to it not being held up by restraints lie the rest of her body. YN could feel her neck begin to bruise, eyes hot and glistening.

“I think you can, I can almost see the location in your mind now. I can see your friends- do they know where you are? Will they ever forgive you after you tell me everything I need to know?&rdquo; YN shook her head quickly now- breathing heavily still. &ldquo;Get out&rdquo; she murmured, focusing all her energy on pushing him from your head. &ldquo;Not yet, little one- you&rsquo;re strong, but not invincible.&rdquo; he taunted, forehead almost touching YN’s.
"You’re the same way,” YN replied quietly, cringing as Kylo’s eyes opened to meet hers, breaking his state of concentration. YN feared that this interaction would result in another bruise, or worse, Kylo’s hand wrapped back around her throat.

It didn’t.

Kylo sighed and closed his eyes again, brushing hand over YN’s forehead as if it would open her mind more quickly to his prying mind’s eye. It didn’t, thankfully for YN.
The time had come for Kylo to take a break again. YN took this opportunity to scan his brain again, focusing on the force. Again, she could sense layers upon layers of shame and anger and fear, with one overarching feeling of loneliness. She wondered why Kylo didn’t block her more from prodding through his mind. At this point she was able to see some of his fondest memories, using the force to suggest them to the forefront of his mind. A family, a pet dog and then all of a sudden incredible tension- YN had guessed she had found the memory of when that period of Kylo’s life had come to a close, maybe when he’d joined the First Order. YN watched as the pleasant memories cause Kylo’s face to relax, shoulders softening a bit, before contorting into an expression of conflict.

“Why do you stay here?” She didn’t mean to ask it aloud, but there her words were, sitting in the air between them. Kylo, who had found a spot to sit in front of YN looked up. “Because the First Order allows me to use my full powers.” Kylo looked exhausted.
“This is your full potential?” YN questioned again, feeling slightly more confident.

Kylo stared up at her, unsure of what to say. He settled for “you haven’t seen my full potential- and you don’t want to. You wouldn’t survive it.” He put on a face of confidence, but YN was still in his head enough to know that this was just a front.

“Have you tried to use your powers the way the Jedi do?”
This flared Kylo’s anger to a flaming rage, his face grew hot and YN barely had time to process before his face was once again almost touching hers, hand tightening again around her throat.

“The Jedi tried to take advantage of me the way they are you. If only you could see how much more powerful you would be with the First Order- and not those fools in robes,” he hissed, but unclenched his hand from her neck, letting his head bend down and be held by one hand.

“But they don’t love you here, we would love you, Kylo.” His head snapped up again and YN flinched.

“No you wouldn’t.”

“How do you know?”

“They tried- I failed and they would never forgive me” Kylo’s voice tapered off at the end of his statement, it sounded easily rehearsed- either something he’d been told over and over or something he’d repeated to himself. YN remembered the family she’d seen in Kylo’s head.

She recognized who she assumed was his mother- she knew Leia had lost a son.

“Do you want to hear about how your family is doing? Your mother?” YN wasn’t sure this would work, but was willing to try.

“No. They’d only make me weaker.”
He didn’t sound like he believed what he was saying. YN decided to take her chances.

“Your mother is a general, she’s very well liked and people respect her. She misses you though, she spends extra time in her quarters after somebody mentions you,” YN paused to gauge Kylo’s reaction. She couldn’t read his face and his mind was such a fast moving whirl of emotion that it was hard for even him to know what he was feeling.

“You could come back, forget all of this shit and start over- you could be with your family-”

“Shut up!” Kylo let out a scream to silence YN. It worked, she shrank back into the chair as far as she could. “Don’t you get it? They don’t want me back- even if they did,” he paused again. “I can’t leave- not now and not ever this is my life now.”

YN found herself in his head again. It was so conflicted. Kylo wanted to hear everything about his family- his parents. He wanted to go back home and forget he’d ever come to the First Order. But how could he be sure- he thought this was what he wanted, to connect with his grandfather and become the strongest warrior in the galaxy. His family wouldn’t even want to see him, he told himself. He was a murderer.

Kylo could feel YN in his head- she had a warm aura, he was in her head too. He could feel her pity and sympathy, she could feel that he was tired. He could feel that she truly believed he could come home.

“Small steps, Ben. Nobody is forcing you to change overnight. Just take small steps to change.”

He hadn’t heard that name spoken so softly- so kindly and compassionately- in a long time. A voice in his head- one that was all his own, told him that maybe he could get used to that.

Maybe he should try.
“How, you know who I am and what I do- hell, what I’ve done to you just in one day- why would you even try and help me- or bring me home. How do you know I won’t just go with you and then destroy the base?”

“Will you do any of that?”
Kylo looked at her for a moment. “You’d just believe me?”
YN half smiled, mostly tired and glad to be having an almost normal, calm conversation.

“I can see in your head, Ben. I know that this is a tough choice, but I also know that there’s more people than you know who still want you to come home.”

“Small steps,” he muttered to himself. YN nodded- well as best she could while restrained.

“You could let me out, we could leave this ship and you could think things over, sleep- we both need it.” YN suggested gently. He was still unpredictable, it was nearly impossible to tell if her statements would be met by Ben or Kylo. They were the same person, but his fits of rage showed more conflict between the two than he’d care to admit.
YN didn’t even have time to process what was happening before Kylo presses a button and her restraints were immediately lifted.

She began to fall, feeling exhausted, when she was shocked to feel two metal-clad arms grasp her, breaking her fall. “Let’s just go back to my quarters for now. Please do not try anything it’s not safe here and I can’t vouch for any shit you pull okay?”
YN was too stunned to do anything but nod.
“Alright, stay close to me,” he said, opening the door and grabbing his helmet and gloves, slipping them back on. His voice anything but malicious, the change in demeanor so drastic that it felt like this was a whole new person- one that was working to fight the darkness, one small step at a time.

anonymous asked:

There's this chick at my school, a middle school, mind you, who is in love with Peter Cushing. From what I can tell, he's a really old guy who was in star wars and a bunch of horror films and she's done reports on him and will not stop talking about him.

Every school has a person like that. Not the Cushing part, just the obsession.

  • Nixon: I know we've had our differences, but I want to know what's wrong with Dick.
  • Welsh: What makes you think there's anything wrong?
  • Nixon: Well, I've asked him to go to Colonel Sink's party like a hundred times and every time he's changed his mind.
  • Welsh: Maybe he doesn't like you. Did you think about that?
  • Nixon: Yes, actually that did cross my mind. But then I thought, oh no, no, he hangs 'round with you so his standards must be pretty low.
  • james t. kirk: it's amazing, isn't it? the resiliency of the human soul. of the soul itself, i should say, hahaha. 'human' is far too limiting, out here.
  • james t. kirk: an intergalactic war rages on for what feels like an eternity, and yet, people build back. people grow again. it's not just time that heals wounds, but it's they, themselves, healing, and healing others.
  • james t. kirk: there's a quiet beauty to it that takes my breath away.
  • james t. kirk: doesn't the universe just find a way of... stealing the words from you?
  • luke skywalker:
  • luke skywalker: [scrunches eyes, pinches nose, takes a deep breath]
  • luke skywalker: look.
  • luke skywalker: i don't mind you staying here till you figure out how to get back into your own universe
  • luke skywalker: but it's five in the fucking morning
  • luke skywalker: and i'm just trying to get a goddamn snack

anonymous asked:

You probably have so many asks right now so I hope I'm not bothering you with this one :S But there's been this thought on my mind bothering me for a while. How would death react/answer to his s/o if they asked for a kiss after years of being together. If you could do a scenario of a fed up or understanding s/o I would really appreciate that :)

Prepare to be sorely disappointed :p xxx

 You restored mankind together. You saved War together. Hell, you even lived together now. So why did he still refuse to let you kiss his face?

For Death, the reason is plain. He had made his sacrifice. He cast himself into the Well of Souls thinking that he’d finally atoned for his sins through dying. His final act was to be clearing his brother, War’s name. You saw it in the old horseman’s eyes that day. 

Death had fully expected to perish then and there.

That’s why he dropped his mask in the Crowfather’s outstretched hand and told the old one to make sure you got home safely. In his eyes, unless his life-force is at last snuffed out, he will always hold the mantle of ‘Executioner’. Until such a time, the mask stays on.

Now, years later and you’re beginning to think, perhaps it’s you.
“Death?” you ask timidly, swallowing when his amber gaze flicks over to rest on you. He makes a low hum that you’ve come to learn is a prompt to continue. “How come you never want to kiss me?”

He stares at you for a long time, mulling over what you’d just asked him as though puzzled by the notion. Finally he says, “What makes you think I don’t?” Exasperatedly, you throw your head back with a short bark of laughter and flick your hand in the general direction of his face.

“Gee, I don’t know,” you laugh, although it lacks much of its usual humour, “Maybe because it’s been several years now, but you still haven’t let me see your face, let alone get at your lips!” Death frowns deeply behind the mask whilst folding his arms across his chest.

“Is it imperative that we mesh our lips together?” he asks, “Is our relationship solely based on your desire to one day kiss me?” The line of questioning makes you recoil slightly, though you’re more confused than actually shocked.

“W-well, no…I mean our relationship is a lot more than just me wanting to kiss you. But-” The horseman interrupts you by suddenly stalking across the room and looming over you, his shadow engulfs you in near darkness whilst you press backwards into the wall, surprised. He leans down until his dark hair brushes lightly against your forehead and you can pick up the scent wafting off him that so often reminds you of autumn leaves. Death breathes in and lets it out in a long, sigh, “…..Good….” he rumbles, then stands and regards you with an amused expression in his eyes. “I would kiss you, Y/n, if it would please you. It might even please me to do so….” he casts his gaze to the ground for a moment before looking back at you. “Do not presume that love alone is enough to make me remove this mask-” he raises his hand and strokes long, pale fingers delicately over the side of the white bone, “-This is not a fairy tale, Y/n. This is the cold truth. I only hope that you do not think me incapable of showing you love simply because I cannot kiss you…”

Death once more raises his hands and brushes his knuckles gently along the bottom of your jaw, his eyes turned soft as he takes you in. With a quiet sigh, you lean your face into his hand and he turns it to cup your cheek against his cool palm. Your eyes are sad, but kind as you nod up at the horseman, pretending you don’t notice the guilt that flashes like wildfire behind his eyes.