that the stars loved her back

Things I like in “Rebel Assault”:
1) Hera in red pilot’s outfit
2) Hera breaking local punch counter highscore (sorry Lothal you’ve got a new champion)

(also Kanan riding back to rescue her and the Wolf and oh my time to lay down and cry about their uncertain fate for two month)

We were back under the stars and the moon, and her eyes are still full of galaxies of adventures and happiness. And everything started disappearing. Galaxies, moonlight are gone. It was only me and her, and then she looked at me saying, “I love you.”
After that, she was being taken away. I started screaming for her. Then she was gone.
I woke up, crying, and it was just a dream.
But..
She’s gone.
She’s gone.
She’s gone.
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R.K

He is searching for the water but he doesn’t know it’s under him, he is waiting for love but he doesn’t know it’s waiting for him. Forever, he uttered those words like confused confetti in theatres when it’s dark and the movie is over but you’re still carrying the butterflies it gave you. He shakes his mind, hoping he is still left safe somewhere her face hasn’t been glued to. Trembling yet smiling, how much do you love someone for them to stop loving you back? Last month he wouldn’t have known, but now he’s far too wise at this game, some losses tend to handcraft a certainty of tomorrow’s sunsets. He can’t look at a face without pulling stars to hide beneath, he doesn’t want to fall again because this time the dread of it would cluster him into infinite spirals of splattered blood on crumbled moccasins. Teeth chattering and fingernails along the blackness of the board is like trying to love again, it’s the feeling of breaking, knowing that you will never be put back together.

Anon: “The feeling of dread. i this this could possibly work. best of luck.”

theglasstroll  asked:

Marv, whizz and Charlotte: what kinda tattoos you got? Mendel: what kinda tattoo you want?

Marvin: I have a little star tattoo on my ankle that Charlotte insisted on doing when I went with her to get hers. She got all of us to draw little stars and then got them tattooed on her arm, so this was kind of her way of, I dunno, paying me back for it?

Whizzer: I also got Charlotte to give me a little star tattoo on my wrist because that’s precious and I wanted to be a part of that. I also have a smley face tattoo on my ass (long story) and a white chess piece on my ribcage. Take one good guess why. :)

Charlotte: Marv’s already told you about the whole star thing I did. They’re all on my left bicep and I love them very much. I think my favorite one might be Jason’s little Star of David. It’s so cute, and of course he  would. I want to get another one with my dad, like a little cup of tea or something, but I’m going to have to wait a little for that. 

Mendel: I want “GCEA” tattooed on my ankle. Now, I know what you’re asking: “Why the f–” but let me tell you. That’s the tuning order for a regular ukulele, and I always forget the order. I always play with my legs crossed, too, so I want a nice-looking yet practical tattoo. 

All the Chantry’s candles couldn’t compete with the spark that’s in your eyes

“What are you thinking about, Alistair?”

“….uuuummm… Lamp posts, definitely.”


The whole vid can’t fit! Go here to see the full ver ^^

OMG GUYS!!! Do you know how long I’ve been working on this????? I am SCREAMING.

Luckily @redsketches took pity on me and helped me finish it off. In the process, I pulled her into our fandom, fufufu

But seriously, mad props to her! Thank you!!! Go check her out guys!

In the meantime, PLEASE ENJOY THIS. I love Magnus Chase and I am so sad to see it end (no spoilers pls only halfway through the last book ^^) I hope we see Magnus and his crazy world(s) again! In the meantime, we still have Star to fall back on :)

Credits and thanks to both Rick Riordan and Daron Nefcy for creating these two gems!! Thanks to Disney for helping them!!!

Ps: here are some extra char that I drew for this! May update this post with more later ^^

First of all, it’s time for the Week in Review.

On the rise

Originally posted by anohni

Downward spirals

  • (Movies) Deadpool has been clinging to life, but dropped six spots and keeled over at No. 19.
  • (Video Games) Hiveswap takes a monster nosedive to No. 17.
  • (Anime & Manga) Fullmetal Alchemist sinks like battleship to No. 16—a ten spot drop from last week.
  • (TV) Outlander falls eight spots to No. 17. Heughligans better step up or this show might drop off the list next week.
  • (Ships) Drarry (JK Rowling’s Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter) makes a dreary dip to No. 20.

Originally posted by bonnie-wee-swordsman

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...And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while.

She [Daisy Ridley] talks about working with the late Carrie Fisher—“I’d never met anyone openly bipolar before, who discussed loving glitter because of her LSD days”—and she tilts her head back to stem the tears as she speaks.

It was Fisher who warned her that it was hard to date once you became a Star Wars star, “because you don’t want to give people the ability to say ‘I had sex with Princess Leia.’”

Daisy Ridley on Star Wars, Superfans, and Her Lightsaber Workout

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Ahsoka Tano custom action figure.

[see more customs] [art commissions]

BTS Reaction ; Falling For You While Being in A Relationship

Requested by Anonymous, “Hello, I love your blog so much! You’re such a talented writer! Can I request a reaction to BTS falling for one of their friends (who is the reader/OC) while they have a girlfriend? Sorry if my english is weird. Thank you and I love you! 💖💖💖”

Note; jdfks YOUR ENGLISH IS FINE AND I LOVE YOU TOO!


Jin ➳ It’s been awhile since he realized he had feelings for you and he was terrified. He knew he had to choose one, his best friend or his significant other — but it was hard for him, too afraid to confront his girlfriend and leave a mess he’d rather not clean up. He loves you, spending every passing day with you and even cancelling meet ups with his girlfriend like she was nothing but a nuissance. His phone always kept ringing with texts, and when he finally got tired of it one day as he forced the device to slumber when you both went out to eat, you finally ask him about it. “Is it your girlfriend calling?” You ask with a teasing smile as he blows on his steaming soup.

“Nah,” he whispers, sliding the phone into his pocket, “it’s no one important.”

Originally posted by yoongichii


Suga ➳ The moment Yoongi realized he was falling for you, he had ended it with his girlfriend right then and there. He wasn’t going to lead someone on when his heart belonged to someone else, and even if you didn’t know about his feelings — he didn’t care in the slightest. He invited you to the studio and dorms plenty of times, and he would be smiling more often, teasing you and just basking in the beauties of you. It was one day when you two were in the studio alone, that you finally notice his gaze burning holes into your soul. “What?” You snap, annoyed, and he simply sways his arms nervously as he smiles admiringly.

“I love you.”

Originally posted by minsecretsoul


J-Hope ➳ It was just a simple crush that prolonged as wine overfilled his glass and intoxicated him, permanately drunk on you. Being with you made him happy, but he was way too afraid to leave his girlfriend due to the aftermath — and the cruel reality that you may never return his feelings had obsidian ink dripping into half of his heart. He always left you at abrupt times, never trusting himself around you as his body begged to touch yours, and when he got up to calm his flushed cheeks and fluttering heart, you raised an eyebrow, thinking he was sick. “Are you okay?” The question drips from your lips and freezes him, quickly feigning a smile and refusing to stare you in the eyes.

“Yep.” Hell no.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas


RapMonster ➳ “So how is she?”

And the question alone makes his stomach drop. How is she? His girlfriend? He didn’t know, his eyes only staring into yours that seemed to calm him many of times, making him feel at ease as if they were home — and before he can even realize what he says, the next words casually leave his vocal chords. “Broken.”

“What?” You ask, eyebrows knitting together as you tilt your head to the side in confusion.

“(y/n), I broke up with her a while back,” he confesses, because it is true, he just never deemed it necessary to let others know, “because..I realized I was in love with you.”

Originally posted by jeonbase


Jimin ➳ He couldn’t help himself, and he was even disgusted with himself. His feelings bloomed with each passing day, the floret growing bigger and stronger and refusing to wilt. He is way too nice to leave his girlfriend even though he knew all he felt was attraction towards her, but with you..he is in love with you. Deeply. “Like the stars, you’re beautiful.” He says as you both sit in the back of his truck during the night, and immediately, you become flustered.

“Oh shut up, you ass,” you laugh, pushing his shoulder but he quickly grabs your hand.

“I’m being honest,” a genuine smile forms on his lips as he looks into your eyes, “how do you look so beautiful all the time?”

Originally posted by yoonmin


VI’m traditional, is his excuse to everything, especially to leaving his girlfriend he was way too afraid to confront like a man and leave. His feelings for you were obvious, his replies to you becoming even shier and shorter, rectangular smiles nearly ripping the skin on his cheeks as he would playfully try to put his hands on you as they ached to feel the sparks he felt whenever they touched your warm skin. He was even more playful, and one day when you two fall off the couch of the dark living room, falling into his chest while becoming a giggling mess from his tickle attack — you try to get up after having calmed down only for his arms to instantly wrap tightly around the small of your back and pull you flush against his chest.

“Just a little longer,” his deep voice breathes, “please.”

Originally posted by bangtannoonas


Jungkook ➳ “You’re not my boyfriend.”

And he stiffens as those words, even if you giggled them, leave your mouth as they used his heart like a punching bag. You’re not my boyfriend. He sits there, slumping into the couch he sits on defeatedly as your eyes settle on Taehyung from across the party, telling him that you were going to spend time with the older man and Jungkook knew where this was going. He was jealous, and he didn’t want you to go, grabbing your arm with such force to keep you seated beside him even if his girlfriend was watching you two from afar. But you were right, he wasn’t yours, you weren’t his and you never will be.

And regretfully, he stares into his lap as he whispers, “I wish I was.”

Originally posted by bangtannoonas


Masterlist

Some Hunk’s family headcanons:

- Hunk has two mums, and he calls them Mom and Tina (note: multiple websites have confirmed that Tina is the Samoan word for Mom, if I am using it incorrectly please don’t hesitate to let me know). His Mom is a black lesbian from New York and his Tina is a bisexual samoan woman! They live together in an apartment in NYC with their golden labrador named Sunny.

-His Mom is warm and kind, a cascade of black curls around twinkling eyes. She teaches him the secret to the best cocoa, and reads him stories about astronauts and wizards, then smooths back his hair and tells him that he can do anything he dreams of. The bookshelves are crammed with books about space, glossy pages covered in galaxies that they pore over together, fingers tracing diagrams of spaceships. You could do this his mom whispers into his ear, don’t let anything hold you back, if you want to explore the stars then you can get there, I know you can. His Mom is the woman who smiles like the sun, knits him scarfs every winter, and buys her wife a flower whenever she passes a florist, but Hunk knows well that her warm kindness is built over a layer of steely determination, and it is when he is in danger, when the galra are surrounding him on all sides that he hears her voice willing him on, your name is Hunk Garrett and you’re kind, brave and smart. You will save your friends, you can do this.

-His Tina has the loudest laugh in the room and spreads a love of life to whoever she meets. She makes pancakes in the mornings, singing along to the radio and dancing with the dog, winking at Hunk before giving him extra syrup. When Hunk was younger he thought she had magic hands, for what else could be the secret behind her flourishing balcony garden and all the cars that she brought back to life? When he confessed that to her she swept him up into a hug that smelt like engine oil and chocolate (a surprisingly nice scent) and promised to teach him how to be magic too. Together they spent afternoons with their hands among gears and wires, her smooth, patient voice explaining how it all worked, the sunlight turning her brown eyes gold. Whilst his Mom has her head in the stars, his Tina has her hands in the earth, grounding the whole family with her blunt honesty and unwavering loyalty. When Hunk’s hands shake as he bends over a smashed up alien ship, it’s his Tina’s voice that instructs him to breathe, calm down, you’ve got this, now start from the root of the problem and work your way up. 

-His parents run a repair shop for vehicles, his Mom runs the accounts, whilst his Tina does the engineering. Hunk spent his younger years sorting screws into jars and braiding unused wires into bracelets. When he reaches middle school he helps his Tina with the engineering, his Mom with the organising and the customers with their paperwork. It’s not unusual to pass Garrett Repairs and hear the bubble of light hearted conversation and the bright notes of a young boy’s laughter. A rainbow flay hangs behind the register, fluttering gently in the breeze from an open window, a battered radio plays music that Hunk and his Tina sing along with. Hunk spends an entire afternoon repainting the sign outside the door a bright yellow, the same colour as the sunflower on their balcony at home. 

-Because his moms worked so hard everyday, when they got home they were often too tired to cook, so Hunk learned how to cook and bake so that he could look after them and so that he could sit and have dinner with his parents every night. A collection of herbs fill up a corner of the kitchen, a brightly coloured oven mitt hangs on the wall and the scent of apple tart wafts through the room. (Hunk spends many nights on the Castle Ship desperately missing the cozy evenings filled with home-cooked food, gentle smiles and bubbling conversation as the sun sets through the window. He imagines a cold, dark apartment with empty microwave meal packs in the bin and two anxious mothers waiting for their boy to come home)

-Every Sunday they all take Sunny out for a walk, always stopping for ice-cream/hot chocolate halfway through.( ‘We’ve been walking so far that we need the extra sugar!’ clucks his Tina, tugging on the ear flaps of Hunk’s hat with a mischievous wink) Hunk pretends to be embarrassed when his parents hold hands and share lattes, then runs shrieking, after his Tina throws snowballs at him (They return home an hour later, dripping wet, and his Mom takes photos whilst his Tina starts a fire and Hunk boils the kettle for tea)

-His parents pay for every textbook, school trip and museum visit that Hunk requires, never allowing money to hold their son back from seeing the stars. It’s watching the mailman hand over a glossy new textbook and a red bill that gives Hunk a determination that beats even his Mom’s, a will of iron to do what is right and make his family proud.

-His Mom finds an online forum of young astronaut hopefuls, and it’s there that he meets a boy named Lance, who wants to be the pilot to his engineer. They stream movies together in the evenings, and play videos games, tag-teaming all the other players and whooping into their mics. Lance understands Hunk’s need to succeed for his family, and they share in their dreams of being important, of being etched into the history of the human race. They skype as often as they can, discussing tips on how to get into the Garrison, exclaiming in excitement then shock over the Kerberos mission. ‘I’m going to be the first Samoan in space’ says Hunk, staring down at his acceptance letter, ‘I’m going to be the first openly bisexual person in space!’ whoops Lance, waving his own letter at his webcam.

-When he first meets Lance, they run towards each other across the airport screaming and crying (Lance later denies the tears, but Hunk has a video of their first hug and the wet patch left on the shoulder of his shirt)

-Hunk skypes his parents from the Garrison every Monday, giggling as he watches them try to figure out how it works, and sharing everything he possibly can with them about what he’s doing and the things that he’s building. In return they fill him in on all the gossip from home, Sunny’s new trick, and messages for him from regular customers. (Sometimes Hunk sits in his lion and imagines missed calls pinging through on his computer back at the garrison, wondering what is happening in their little corner of New York and watching tears drip onto the Yellow Lion’s controls)

-A missing person poster is stuck in the window of the repair shop, the yellow paint on the sign fades and cracks, spices gather dust on the counter and a sunflower that once stood tall and proud, withers and slumps as the petals fall off one by one. His Mom who once walked tall and strong, pulls her mass of curls back into a bun and marches round every government agency and police station she can find, her feet bleeding inside her too-small ‘professional’ heels. A woman who once saw every hope and adventure in the stars, now only sees a gaping void that swallowed up her son. Inside her head she blames herself for pushing Hunk too far, forgetting that their love of space was shared, and instead convincing herself that she forced Hunk down a path that he didn’t want to tread. Sunny lies on Hunk’s bed every night, doleful brown eyes waiting for her favorite person to come home, unable to understand that he may not ever return to her. His Tina’s laugh dries up, and her hands shake when she remembers a laughing boy bathed in sunlight. She kneels on the balcony and stares up at the stars blocked out by the light pollution and whispers ‘bring my boy home, bring him back to me, he is kind and smart and wonderful in every way. bring him home.’ 

- Millions of light years away, Hunk remembers a boy who wanted to explore the cosmos, and weeps as his battle-scarred heart aches for a tiny apartment, a fluttering rainbow flag, a dog that lies on his feet, and his two mothers.           ‘Tell the stars hello from me!’ calls his Mom as she waves him goodbye at the airport, ‘See you at Christmas!’ his Tina beams, blowing him kisses, ‘I’ll be back before you know I’m gone!’ Hunk replies, giving them a wave before walking through the security gate. 

medalion confirmed isabella is a lesbian, which means ssc had a black girl as a main as well as a black man as a prince and a middle eastern lesbian princess and tons of other rep for everyone, but you guys decided to sleep on it because white feminists were pissy. got it. 

At some point in my life I read Star Wars meta that essentially said “Han says ‘I know’ in Empire Strikes Back because he told Leia he loved her FIRST, and she needed a bit more time to come to terms with her feelings.” and honestly it changed my life I live for hardened smuggler Han Solo being head over heels for strong headed princess/general Leia Organa, and telling her in so many words and then being patient to hear them back it’s one of my favourite headcanons for anything

Au Revoir

Sirius, whose first language is French. Who starts hogwarts with a thick accent that curls around his words, and an oddly formal manner of speech for an 11 year old. And it’s not stiff, not at all, he speaks in flowing prose, everything he says is so carefully crafted and delicately delivered and Remus Lupin thinks he speaks like an angel. Of course, he’s teased mercilessly for it by the other kids in their year, and manages to drop it in a few weeks. Remus pretends he doesn’t hear the boy whispering to himself late at night, practicing making his vowels more English. More harsh and grating. Less pretty.

Sirius, whose first language was French, who learns to make puns and witticism in English, but writes in French when no one is looking, with carefully dotted i’s and loopy, curving s’s and f’s. Remus knows his parents write to him in English, because Voldemort speaks English and the Blacks speak little French nowadays past the harsh lines of their motto. Off course, that isn’t to say they don’t have their own ways of saying things without being understood. They just don’t need French to do it.

Sirius, whose first language, first love, was French. Back when his mother loved him she’d read him poems at night, about the moon, about the stars. She stopped when her stomach began to swell, when she realised she had another chance, when she realised Sirius had taken her words to heart, that he truly believed he could touch the stars if only because he loved them so. Foolish boy. The stars were hers to have and hers alone.

Sirius, who when Remus tells him he loved him, babbles nonsensically in french. Sirius who, as he gets more comfortable, begins to throw around the occasional word, then phrase. And by their fourth year he’s speaking in a fluid mix, all elegant poetics and flowing statements, every word so carefully planned and gods Remus loves it, loves the way Sirius’ voice seems to catch in his throat and bubble under his tongue and reach into Remus’ head. Sirius, who when he cries can’t muster up a word of English. Sirius who, when James dies, can’t muster up a word at all. And when Remus greets him years later with a soft “Bonjour”, months after that terrible night in the shack, Sirius just stares tiredly, and whispers back “Hello”.

(He never speaks a word of French again, not until one night when he sees James, no, Harry. And Remus can’t hear a damn thing, but he sees the words on his lips. A farewell too soft to hear. Harry doesn’t notice, doesn’t understand, never knew. But Remus knew. Remus knows, that slight smile, the whispered “Au Revoir”, the faded eyes. He knows he knows he knows. He wishes he didn’t.)