#galaxies of passion

[euesworld]

"Kiss me like you are breathing galaxies of passion into my soul and the feeling is everlasting.."

Kiss me like you found the everlasting light in my smile - eUë

[euphorictruths]

Cosmic Tranquility, Passion- Haley Greco

[gamoraswonder]

And my heart breaks for every single version of me that didn't end up with you. (insp.)

[m0chrwxx]

made another one

[kanerallels]

There's absolutely nothing worse than when I get a thousand words into a story and decide that I low key hate it

[slightly-brazilian]

Martin Freeman is my passion.

[uhhh-ghouls007]

Thinking. About him

[sweetygirlm]

لأن الأماكن الخاطئة تجرّدك الشغف،

ادعو الله دائمًا أن يهبك مع تمام الشغف.... صواب المكان.🩵🌸

[thedonofgray]

Downtown Calgary

[cultofgalaxy]

[antianakin]

I love that everything Obi-Wan tells Luke about Anakin in ANH ends up being proven wrong.

"He was the best star pilot in the galaxy" Hera beats him pretty handily in Rebels and she's not even Force Sensitive. I firmly believe that child Hera was still a better pilot than Anakin was at the time that Obi-Wan is likely referencing here, so this is false.

"He was a cunning warrior" He was a RUTHLESS warrior perhaps and a particularly powerful one, but cunning? Eh, Rex definitely seems to be the one with the better sense of strategy and tactics between the two of them, while Anakin just sort-of brute forces his way in and expects it to go well when he wings it, so this doesn't really ring true either.

"He was a good friend" This one seems obvious lol. Pretty shitty friend all around, generally very ready to just sacrifice his friends and enslave them and hunt them down for his own personal gain.

Obi-Wan, come on, I get you're trying to tell Luke nice things about his father to lessen the eventual blow of learning he became Darth Vader, but let's pick some TRUTHFUL things to say about Anakin.

[esoraluco]

Someone: This character is kinda mean, i don't think anyone in the fandom likes him.

The person who loves and powerfully selfships with said character:

[sbggarakungfood]

My favorite scene + Kak Thiah's voice acting appreciation

[meguwumibear]

One With the Force

I wanted to contribute a little something to @strawberrystepmom's it takes a galaxy collab star wars au. no pairing yet but written as a precursor to a more complicated force sensitive!megumi x reader dynamic i have in mind. ft jedi master!gojo. swf but minor description of injuries. not super lore heavy.

By the time Megumi realizes he’s force sensitive, Toji’s dead and gone. The first few nights he doesn’t come home, Megumi figures he’d simply fucked off with a new woman or found some new space casino to hole himself up in for a while, but news of his passing eventually finds its way to him.

The force isn’t exactly hereditary. Megumi’s sensitivity wasn’t guaranteed. It ran in the Zen’in family, sure, but it had skipped his father for some reason or another. It’s been skipping a lot of the Zen’ins lately, much to the family head’s chagrin. There was no reason it shouldn’t skip Megumi too.

Most of his life Megumi thinks the only thing his father ever passed onto him was his massive debt and violent tendencies. Because, like his father, Megumi has a hard time turning down a fight. Nights when he can’t find one, he picks one. The bigger the opponent the better.

Street fights are illegal of course, but they’re a quick and easy way to make money. Credits aren’t easy to come by on his home planet. Neither is quality health care. He’s been fighting for scraps for years just to keep his poor sickly sister alive.

That’s how he finds himself in the ring again tonight. He’s up against some monstrous thing with pulsing tentacles and needle like claws. Odds and bets are against him but that’s just fine. His handler pays him to throw most fights anyway. Tonight is no exception.

Tonight though, he doesn’t even have to pretend he’s the weaker opponent. Not even a minute into the fight the creature has him pinned flat on his back. All the air in his body is expunged in a singular, guttural grunt.

That should be the end of the fight, but the beast on top of him doesn’t relent. A warm, slimy appendage wraps its way around his neck while a set of razor sharp claws rake their way down his torso, cleaving the flesh as if it were nothing but soft fruit. Thick, crimson blood pours from his chest, staining the dirty mat he’s pressed so helplessly against. Megumi tries to scream but doesn’t have the breath to do it so a low, quiet hissing sound escapes him instead.

As dark spots begin to pepper his vision, panic begins to churn in Megumi’s stomach. The fights aren’t supposed to be to the death, but they do occasionally end that way. There’s no rule prohibiting it and no referee is going to interfere. Not when the crowd gets so drunk and rancorous on the violence.

But then he feels…well he isn’t exactly sure what he feels. Something more. Something else. The creature on top of him is no longer just flesh and blood. There’s an energy pulsing through his veins, one Megumi can feel calling out to him.

When he reaches out for it, the unexpected happens. The monster moves. Fast and hard. Whatever Megumi’s tapped into has sent the creature tumbling out of the ring.

The crowd goes silent for a beat before it comes alive with even more vigor than before. Those who bet on him are cheering. Those who bet against him are accusing him of cheating. And someone, somewhere, is screaming about the force.

Only Megumi is too old to have his awakening now. Most people with force sensitivity are discovered in early childhood. Surely someone in the crowd came to his aid. Briefly, stupidly, he thinks maybe it’s his mother.

There’s a sudden surge as the crowd surrounds him. He’s protected only by the four flimsy cables that separate the raised platform from the horde. They groan loudly in protest as hot, sweating bodies swarm them like locusts. It isn’t long before the first of them snaps.

The first person to reach him is a lanky man with hair white as bone. He’s dressed in a simple, earth tone tunic. The garb is familiar to Megumi somehow. He knows it from somewhere. But like an itch he just can’t seem to scratch, he can’t place it.

Instincutually, Megumi raises two clenched fists, prepared for a fight, blood singing with adrenaline, but then the man places a large hand on Megumi’s head and suddenly the two of them are levitating several feet above the other disgruntled patrons.

Only when the pair are safely outside the warehouse does the stranger speak to him. Four simple words dripping with familiarity.

“It’s about time, squirt.”

[euesworld]

"I want to walk with you on the beach, maybe make love in the sea with ocean waves lapping at us.. under a sunset exploding with pink's and purple's. I want to walk with you under the stars, a deep expanse of them.. so deep that we get lost among the galaxies. I want to hear your voice as I experience this, listening to you talk about all of the things that you are passionate about.. I just want to be with you in an awe inspiring environment, cause quite frankly.. I want to show you that you are more beautiful than any and everything. It's all about you.. you, you, you. You are so gorgeous that I can't stop thinking about you, you are embedded in my thoughts.. more beautiful than the stars, more so than the moon.. and no sunset or sunrise could ever touch you."

I love you.. what can I say?? - eUë

[bolithesenate]

I would like to hear more about time travel nerds saving the galaxy!

I think it's generally agreed upon that mandalorians are powered mainly by spite, yes?

so picture this: you're in the ka'ra, the gjostly council of past mand'alore that guide the coming generations. only those coming generations fuck up ROYALLY. so you decide to send your best (worst?) people to fix it.

boom. it's Tarre and Jaster.

only THEY decided that the way to go about it is to save the jedi first! (because Tarre, while supremely bad at it, is still a Jedi technically and for Jaster this is like the ultimative dream come true. eapecially since Tarre promises to get him into the jedi libraries no problem)

cue complete chaos because Jaster's jedi knowledge is shaky at BEST and Tarre's insider info is a thousand years out of date.