like in the old days


Two young twins (Ethan and Justin Coach) play your young son who’s 4-year-old Day. What was it like to work with those two twins? Working on Imperial Dreams—it wasn’t only a career move or something to do with building my artistic muscle. It actually built me and showed me snippets of how I would be if I was a father, when I am a father.


They loosen their grip, and change it. Moving in to lick the wounds closed, as they hold her close. It feels… they have been dreaming. Bad dreams. Andruil did something to them. Andruil is always doing something to them. This time must have been particularly bad, though. Fear is disjointed, fragmented and strained, and the air feels wrong, and they ache. Through and through. Was it all a nightmare, then?

“I dreamed that you died.”

- @feynites


For any of my followers who play SWTOR and want to add me to their friends list, I have a few OCs you can add depending on what side you are on. I play on the Begeren Colony server.


  • Jocasta Sloane (Jedi Knight)
  • Despina Sloane (Trooper)
  • Veera Raan (Smuggler)
  • Wren Sloane (Jedi Consular)


  • Yuehai Xun (Sith Inquisitor)
  • Xyra Niobe (Bounty Hunter)
  • Keshani Zythor (Imperial Agent)
  • Kieran Zythor (Sith Warrior)

A few head canons of domestic bliss amongst the TFK~

Charlotte and Cordelia-
Slow dancing in the kitchen to a sappy old record Charlotte likes. It’s been an especially long day for her, and she looks tired, yet is smiling as she looks at Cordelia, who is still wearing one oven mitt from the meal she just put in their George Foreman. They keep going off time because they keep tripping over their over affectionate cats, Garfield and Marvin II.

Marvin and Whizzer-
Marvin’s relaxed, sitting on the couch sideways reading, neck craned at an awkward angle and glasses heavy on his face, tired from long and tedious work hours. The book’s an action novel, a little bit of thriller, mystery, and schmaltz thrown between covers. It’s kind of shitty, but he puts up with it. His back is against the armrest and his legs are crossed lazily, next to where Whizzer lay, head on Marvin’s chest and hand in Marvin’s hair. Their dog is asleep at the foot of the couch.

Trina and Mendel-
Trina’s laying back in a chair, one eye closed and breathing deeply as her last layer of polish on her nails dries. Mendel is in an armchair next to hers, snoring in a well-deserves nap. Trina’s open eye is looking at Mendel, and she can’t help but smirk and hope he’s sill in that position when she comes back with a camera.

Jason reads late into the night and into the morning, laying under his bedsheets with a flashlight and squinting at the pages of whatever sci-fi novel he picked up at the library. Occasionally it’s a thriller, but it’s usually one of the Star Trek companion books, or even a comic or two. He uses a ruler to prop up the sheets and if he’s lucky, can nick one of Marvin’s book lights.

anonymous asked:

Imagine Rami running an anti bullying club at his high school when he went there.

i don’t know why it took me so long to realize you meant when rami was in high school and not present-day rami. like i was imagining 35 yr old rami scanning the hallways for bully activities and when he finds one kid picking on some other kids he goes and slams the kid up against a locker and yells at him like that one scene in mr. robot

anonymous asked:

One of the kids is slowly slipping into depression and Jas and Ant don't immediately recognize anything wrong but then something happens and then they feel bad for not noticing signs earlier? or something like that

hope this is okay :)

It starts with Aria feeling like she’s not motivated to do anything.

All she really has the energy to do is sleep, but even that doesn’t come easy to her, often lying awake for hours at night, only feeling like she’s finally resting when her alarm goes off in the morning. School becomes  a chore, the one place the 16 year old had liked going to school since the first day she started. But now she finds herself dragging her body through the day, losing touch with her friends along the way in a desperate attempt to just be alone.

Jasmine and Anthony don’t notice the change in their daughter’s behavior right away. They don’t notice how she barely talks at dinner, often just poking around at her food before excusing herself back to her room. They don’t notice the way that she never seems like she wants to go to school, always dreading the mornings, where she felt extra sluggish.

It’s only when Jasmine walks in to her daughter’s room to make sure she was awake for school that she finds her lying on her back staring at the ceiling, her arms resting over her stomach.

“Ari? You okay, baby?” Jasmine questions, watching her daughter take a deep breath, ignoring her. Jasmine slowly makes her way over to the bed, noticing her bags under Aria’s eyes, her eyes bloodshot.

“Baby, did you sleep at all last night?” Jasmine feels the anxiety creeping up in her chest as she looks at her daughter, immediately able to tell something is wrong. Aria finally breaks her trance and looks over at her mom, shaking her head slowly.

“Haven’t really been sleeping much at all,” She mumbles, pulling herself under the covers further, wishing she could just hide from the world. Jasmine’s hand reaches up to her daughter’s forehead, only more confused when she realizes she doesn’t have a fever.

“Is this why your grades have been falling? And why you haven’t wanted to go to school as much as normal?” Aria quickly shakes her head, taking a deep breath as she tries to push back the tears.

“I just, I don’t know what I want to do anymore. I want to be here, but at the same time I don’t.” The words leave Aria’s lips and break Jasmine’s heart in an instant, reaching out and rubbing her back slowly. Anthony stops on his way down the hall when he notices the scene, quietly slipping into the room as he watches from afar.

“Aria, how long has this been going on?” Jasmine keeps her voice quiet, letting her daughter calm down from crying before she answers.

“I don’t know, for a while,” She whispers, heaving as she tries to calm herself down. “I can’t do this anymore, Mom. I can’t,” She mumbles, Jasmine leaning down to kiss her forehead, shushing her.

“I know, baby.” Jasmine notices Anthony in the room now, watching him walk over slowly, sitting down on the edge of the bed on the other side of his daughter.

“Aria, honey,” Anthony begins, unsure of what to say when he had only heard bits and pieces of the conversation. “Your mom and I are going to do everything that we can to get you better. We’ll talk to your doctors and find something that will work for you. We’ll get you to every therapist in this city to make sure that you have what you need. But you are never alone in this, do you understand? You will never go through this without one of us,” Anthony promises, Aria nodding.

She moves only slightly to lean against her father, Anthony holding her. Jasmine makes the executive decision to keep her home, quietly leaving the room to call the school while Anthony gets comfortable in bed with his daughter that now felt so small once more.

He lays with her until she’s fast asleep, her breathing against his shirt so much like when she was a newborn. His lips brush against the top of her head, praying that they’d find her answers, wanting more than anything to have their Ari back, only wishing that they had noticed sooner.

i can’t stand anything in the old days. i like the 1920s and the 1980s that is it everything else is Bad! this includes victorian and gothic shit. pirates too. fuck! i’m sleeping already!

anonymous asked:

I didnt know that others were asking you, i'm not tech savvy with the archive and i dont know how to subscribe and i dont trust making accounts... im not trying to make excuses i just want you to know i never meant to bother you in any way i thought it was a simple question that you would have an easy answer for. I hope you have a wonderful day/night and i'm sorry for being That Annoying Person^tm

It’s ok anon j usually reply ESP if people ask off anon - but if you get 5 asks like this every day of the week…it gets old. Also if you’re worried about making accounts then make a special fandom Gmail for your fandom stuff. There’s nothing unsecure about that. If AO3 gets hacked nothing happens to you - unless you’re dumb enough to use same password and email for your banking and fandom stuff – which of course you are not ;)

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.