precious empire

IMPORTANT QUESTION FOR THE TOG FANDOM

Did Rowan say “all” of his cousins were birds of prey, or “most/some”???? (In the special edition story)

I NEED TO KNOW… FOR SCIENCE

Tua: *infuriated about ruined Empire Day*

Inquisitor: Why is this tiny woman screaming at me

Kallus: OMG I LUV THE EMPIRE 2

Tua: THOSE FKING REBELS AMIRITE?

Inquisitor: *literally can’t even right now*

I just watched Empire of Corses a few hours ago, and OH MY GOD! that movie is awesome, the art is so gorgeous that must be illegal. And I lost my mind every 10 minutes there, I can’t believe how fast I ended with a OTP in that movie.

The plot was amazing, since my english is very limited I am unable to explain how amazing and perfect that movie was.

rowan whitethorn as drunk birb

I have this headcanon that when Rowan gets reeeeaaaally drunk, he shifts into hawk form and does the bird dance

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Originally posted by budgiechops

Originally posted by avianawareness

And also: after Aelin dances with him (because let’s face it she would probably be just as drunk and just as silly) they’d totally just be sitting like this

Originally posted by mememachinethings

Fierce Like Hope

Spiritassassin Week 2017, Prompt 2: Alternative universe/timeline

(Not happy with this fic so much, but I’ve had this idea about Saw taking Jyn to Jedha because the Guardians would raise her better than he would and this happened and eh. Don’t hold it against me.)

As much as he wanted to, Saw Gerrera quickly discovered that he was not going to be able to keep his promise to the Ersos. The life that he led, the rebellion that he was building, brick by brick, slowly but with force and power, was not a life that meshed well with raising a child. Suddenly he understood Galen’s hesitancy, and the fact that Lyra–Lyra who he had always known to have a frown on her face, a shrewd look in her eye and at least three weapons on her person at all times–had exchanged her daggers for braids, had given up shooting for baking. There was something about a child, about their round doe eyes and their trust, that made the world softer somehow, made one want to put their head in the sand and stop looking at everything that was ugly because it was better to pretend, even in the middle of war.

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  • Lyste: Hey Kallus, check this out!
  • Kallus: What is it?
  • Lyste: *presses hands against a pillow* I'm making pancakes! You know, what Loth cats do? *grins innocently*
  • Kallus: It's called 'making biscuits', Lyste.
  • Lyste: It's still cute tho, right? Riiiiight???