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[businessandbrews]

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[faithlcst-blog]

@forceprotected cont’d from [X]

     “—No.” Smiling wryly as he stooped to press a kiss to Chirrut’s neck, large hands firm on his hips. “You will tell me if someone comes. Or you will not, if you feel capricious.” It evidently didn’t matter to him; one of the many luxuries of carrying a repeater cannon on one’s back was the ability to act as one liked without fearing the reaction of others. “Do you object?”

[kybersung-a-blog]

can u believe that @forceprotected and @faithlcst are the couple goals of the century and that ahsoka loves her adopted dads so much and were the first people she trusted again after she left the order and gave her someplace to belong

[amavitab]

                @forceprotected  &&  @kybersung

    in the end, we build our castles out of CARDBOARD  &&  whisper tales on belonging as they burn.

[chaied]

( @forceprotected )

                        ‘I WILL BE LEAVING  for Espinar shortly,’   he explains, hand twitching at his side. It is a quirk of his, the movement of his hand as though he is writing notes constantly, for his mind never ceases its calculations, not even for a second. The stop on Jedha might seem to some as aimless, since many considered those at the Temple in the city to be more secretive than elucidating, but he had assumed his chances of getting any worthwhile answers would be greater here than at a larger, more centralized Temple. 

    The city is filled to the brim with people, smells, sounds, sights - more than he can fathom. He enjoys it, but he has come for information. He is not here to enjoy the atmosphere. 

     ‘I am going in search of kyberite,’   he continues to the young man,   ‘more specifically, kyber crystals. I was hoping that you might have some information that could be of use, or even perhaps point me in the direction of someone who might help me ...?’    

[needpilot-blog]

Deine Freundin die kann BlasenDie kann Blasen, Blasen, BlasenDie kann Blasen, Blasen, BlasenAn den Füßen nicht ertragenDeine Freundin ist so engSie ist so eng, eng, engSie ist so enge Schuhe nicht gewöhnt

@ staff  i’m  being  harassed….

[faithlcst-blog]

@forceprotected , continued from [X]

     I do not know it any other way. He grunted in acknowledgement - what had become the verbal equivalent of a nod, between them. Something he had not considered; if he had never seen color, would he miss it? He didn’t think so. But he was still as much a mercenary as he was a monk, and the idea of only being able to identify a stranger by the weight of their footsteps or the sound of their voice made his neck prickle. Baffling, still, that Chirrut was so tranquil, so open and welcoming - trusting so wholly in the Force to guide his hand. Baffling, and perhaps humbling. Such faith was to be admired.

     The request caught him off guard, thinking the topic done, and he looked at Chirrut’s outstretched hand, failing to comprehend. He stepped into his companion’s reach instinctively, as he always did when the man reached for him, to give him access to what he needed, be it guidance, support, or otherwise.

     “I do not understand.” But he evidently trusted Chirrut to proceed regardless.

[kybersung-a-blog]

@forceprotected replied to your post: @forceprotected replied to your post: ...

WHAT THE FUCK OF COURSE HE DID. HE THOUGHT THAT SHE WAS DEAD. Then he thought that maybe the force was leaving him, blamed it on that – tried to force himself to believe that she was alive

even though deep down, he thought she was dead

imagine that he was just practicing or meditating or spending time with the children of jedha when he just suddenly feels this absence from his chest, from his heart, and it almost steals his very breath 

[lassotruth]

   a small child. the world at her fingertips. born and bred on the planet of THEMYSCIRA. a neutral planet, through every war and every conflict, themyscira was a planet that looked out for themselves, the best for their warriors and their queen. diana    ---    the only child among them.   but now, that child was grown up. a warrior like her mother, and a passionate amazon. who couldn’t stand by and watch as innocent people were killed, by the EMPIRE.

   keeping herself covered, a scarf over her head, trying to protect herself from the dry heat and sun of jedha, diana moved through the crowds, careful not to step in anyone’s way. her cloak dragged behind her, her best efforts to hide the amazonian armour underneath.    ❛ excuse me   ---   ❜   she spoke softly, a smile formed as she stopped close to another man.    ❛ could you possibly tell me where the temple of the kyber is? ❜

   @forceprotected liked for a starter.

[valltborne-a-blog]

chirrut;

            “why are you acting like this is okay?! this isn’t okay!”

                                                                       // @forceprotected liked for a starter!

[amavitab]

@forceprotected​    //     smol bab sc.

         there is a SHEEPISH gentleness as you touch his knuckle, sitting every inch  (  future  )  DUCHESS even in such a place not suited for royalty  ---  but it is in your nature to aid,    to jump to another’s side when hurt and, well  .  .  .  if this time trying to stop a fight caused more HARM than good, you will be caught dead before admitting such a thing.                “  it looks painful  .  .  .  let me at least clean it up for you.  ”

[needpilot-blog]

@forceprotected

Wow  gay

hör  mal  auf  mich  ständig  zu  exposen  außerdem  war  das  das  straighteste  was  ich  in  den  letzten  fünf  jahren  gesagt  hab  tbh

[faithlcst-blog]

are you not afraid that your back will crack when you keep lifting me up? you are not the youngest anymore, Baze

     “So, I may not call you old, but I, two cycles your elder, am getting on in years?” He couldn’t have held back a quirk of a smile if he’d tried - not that it mattered, Chirrut would have heard the wry humor in his voice regardless. “The day I can no longer lift you will be the day I can no longer lift my cannon, and you will have to retire with me, so that I may still keep an eye on you.”