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discorobak · 4 years ago
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made a meme just because i could
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padawanlost · 4 years ago
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for being so nice and cute, copy this to ten other bloggers that you think are wonderful. keep the game going and make others feel beautiful ! 💘💝💖💗💓💞💕
awww thank you!!😍
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midnightdracoxx · 4 years ago
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Alright so as promised for reaching 100 followers yesterday, here’s me 🥰🥰🥰 Hi it’s Jade lol 💕💕💕 (I take a lot of selfies in my car before work if I’m feeling myself lol *Cringe*) Sorry for the annoying tags and if I broke your phone screen ☠️
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Tagging all my wonderful mutuals (sorry if all this tagging is annoying) 💕:  @mr-and-mrs-sith @ifvckedurmom @anakinskywalkerswhore @allthingsdie @rosegorls @psychettaxo @skywalkart @haydenchristensengifs @anakins-things @shads121 @chokemeanakin @equius @revengeofskywalker @jollymageret @marvelinsanity @obiwan-is-bae @starwarsafterdark @sunsetkenobi @anakin-simp @darthanckin @soka-toah66 @dreamy-clousds @corazar6 @nini-trash-forever @stefslightsaber @lpjavert24601 @nirvanajuana420 @mandodjn @anakinsbae @maeveslove @anakins-eyeliner @alienmasterluna @haydens-moles @animefangirl425 @ahsokryze @arieslunaangel @basicanti-socialb-tch @giggles-and-freckles @leia-from-aldera @nabootycall @hugmekenobi @cf-2007-vibe @padme-parker @babykinskywalker @anakinswhore @obi-bae-kenobi @fistmebuckyskywalker @beskar-tano 
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221bshrlocked · 3 years ago
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Taglist reblog :D
Pedro Pascal (and any of his characters) and some aren't working
@pastel-0-princess @feelmyroarrrr @libbymouse @its--fandom--darling @spideysimpossiblegirl @princess76179 @cheekygeek05 @miraclesoflove @purple-mango @freeshavocadoooo @metalarmsandmanbuns @acthenerd @greeneyedblondie44 @cannedsoupsucks @purplepascal042 @talesfromtheguild @f0rever15elf @vibin-hippie @onesmokinbabe @leaiorganas @words-way-of-life @kideyz @lovesickmadsadpoet @niall7inches @rosiefridayrogersunday @sleep-tight1 @itsfreeekinbats @cybergroupie @marsplsstop @ezrasbirdie @diogodxlot @janebby @juletheghoul @bii-aan-ckaa @nohartandsole @djjarins @giselatropicana @maziken@blackmarketmummy @laviipopii @ew-erin @fan-of-encouragement @melody13522 @clydesducktape @planetariumx @thirddeadlysin @leannawithacapitala @fangirl-316 @thou-creature-of-the-deep @what-iwish-you-knew @nabootycall @pascalsky @pedrostories
steal your heart (1)
Pairing: The Thief x Fem!Reader
Words: 2916
Warnings: Surprisngly, none.
Chapter Summary: "Is that desperation for intense rapture not, in the very least, romantic to you?"
A/N: I can't tell what's more hilarious, the fact that a goddamn ten-second video is what finally pushed me past this writer's block or the fact that I'm such a whore for this man that a ten-second video of him made me write this fucking thing. Then again, I shouldn't be complaining! This was meant to be a short oneshot but it got away from me so I'm making it into three or four installations (with the rest being absolutely filthy). Please let me know how I'm doing in the comments. Also, tell me if you want to be tagged in the comments of this post. And here is the link for the other taglists.
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Unremarkable. Truly and utterly pathetic. Not remotely worth the hassle of the week, let alone the time it took to prepare for how you should greet the other guests. This ball was unlike any other, mostly because it was somehow more boring than all of the ones you’ve had the displeasure of attending during the past few years. Here you were, trying to make small talk with another pair of old acquaintances of your grandparents. From the beginning of the conversation, you could tell they were trying to learn everything about you so they could go home and tell their still bachelor grandkids about how single you still were and how important it is to try and establish some form of a relationship with you. But as much as you wished you could excuse yourself and tell them of your lack of interest, you couldn’t do so, and only for the sake of your grandparents. They were too well-known and too respected, and based on the multiple lines of questioning you’ve received throughout the night, they were too damn rich for their own good.
It shouldn’t have been a surprise how suddenly interested everyone was in your personal life. As irritating as your position was, you were thankful that your grandparents chose to keep you from the public eye for this long. You couldn’t imagine what it would have felt like to deal with so many unwanted and sad advances years ago but now that you were exposed to society, you perfected the art of smiling and chatting without giving away your own personal intentions and interests. It was quite satisfying and entertaining to hear whispers of how little was known of you and how difficult it was to get a few minutes in your presence. You hoped they wouldn’t think it vanity but if it meant to have less suitors and unnecessarily talkative gold-diggers, then you would let them think whatever they wanted to.
You manage to smile your way through the rest of the conversation without giving too much away. When the old woman chokes on her own saliva, you feign concern and lead her towards a more populated part of the ballroom. Before she can say anything else, you’re calling for one of the maids and asking her to bring the woman a cup of water. You almost stay by her side out of guilt for enjoying the silence that finally fell on her but when you see how quickly she tries to regain her breath, you ask her to remain seated until she feels better.
Not bothering to listen for a response, you walk away from her and smile at the guests that pretended, like you, to look concerned. As you make your way through the crowd, you can’t help but feel as if you’re being watched. The thought comes and goes quickly when it occurs to you that this uneasiness made no sense considering the scene the old couple caused. Taking a deep breath, you continue towards the corner of the room near the balcony, hoping to snatch a quick drink to calm your nerves as you take a breath of fresh air.
“May I please have a glass of red wine?” You ask the server politely as you smile towards the party also waiting for their drinks. When she finally hands you the drink, you thank her and immediately head towards the balcony, not noticing the pair of feet paddling closely behind you. As soon as you step aside, you sigh in relief and breathe in deeply before you rest the glass of wine on the cold ledge. Looking out to the estate below you, you roll your eyes when you see a couple getting handsy at the entrance of the labyrinth garden.
“Hah, typical.” You chuckle at the obvious lack of concern on their part and reach for the wine glass, other hand digging into the stone wall when you hear someone come up behind you.
“You can always call security to take care of them.” Wonderful, just what you needed as you tried to relax, another bachelor seeking your friendship.
“That’s quite alright, I’m not one to ruin a little bit of fun.” You turn to the side and smile at the stranger interrupting your alone time, grinning even deeper when you see how attractive he is.
“Is that so?” He takes a step closer to you as he speaks and you raise an eyebrow at him before subtly moving away from him.
“What can I say, I am a generous person!” You take another sip of the wine and turn away from him as he laughs and nods in agreement.
“As much as I hate to say it, you are more generous than I. If they were in my château, I would have thrown them out in a heartbeat for ruining such lovely roses.”
And just like that, you instantly lose interest in whatever else he has to say. It was a shame really considering how much you wished to have a little bit of fun yourself tonight. As open as you were, you couldn’t afford picking the wrong person to spend the night with. One unwise choice and you would have to deal with a pair of angry grandparents telling you to be more careful with the next man you take to your bed. And from the way this one sneered and eyed the couple below, you were sure he was unfortunately one of the many bad seeds you’ve kept company so far during this evening. God, these aristocrats were too much sometimes.
“Do you not think it romantic?” A deep voice brings you out of your momentary haze and as you turn around with the now unwanted company to see the owner of such an intense tone, you come face to face with what you distinctly recognize as the most handsome man you’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. He’s so effortlessly disarming and you allow yourself to keep his gaze for another moment before you trail your eyes across his features and away from his seductive brown eyes. His striking nose should not be this attractive but you find it adds a ruggedness to the soft expression he was holding. A gust of wind comes through and you swallow nervously when you take notice of the way his long, wavy locks briefly fly away from his face before they frame his forehead and cheeks once more. A rush of goosebumps flow across your skin and you barely manage to keep your heart from leaping out of your chest when he slowly approaches you and looks to the couple below. You’re struck by how much larger he is now that he’s standing a mere foot away from you, unable to take your eyes away from how perfectly well his suit suits him. Never in your life did you ever think anyone would be able to pull off such a vibrant jacket filled with flowers yet as he stands there, you can’t help but wish you were the fabric currently clinging onto his extraordinary form.
And then he turns to you and throws you a smile and you realize that you are in much more danger than you initially thought you were in. God, he is unlike anyone you’ve ever beheld and you suddenly feel dizzy when the faint scent of his cologne reaches you. He’s a force to be reckoned with, that much you can tell, and when he raises his own wine glass to his plush lips, you clench your thighs tightly at the sight of the dark, bespoke leather gloves wrapping so beautifully around his long fingers. Never have you seen anyone wear such a subtle pair of accessories this perfectly before and you briefly wonder what it would feel like to have one wrapped around your neck while the other pushed into your heat. You can’t look away even if you try and as he raises his glass and takes a sip, your eyes curiously follow down to see the protruding cartilage of his neck sliding back and forth as he drinks. When you do finally dare to look into his chocolate orbs once more, you’re struck by how direct and piercing they are as they return contact.
“Forgive me, I hope I am not interrupting a private moment.” He smiles at you and the dimples that appear are so enchanting, you have to force yourself to look away from him and push your focus elsewhere.
“Well actually-” The other man, whom you have almost forgotten about, begins to respond but you clench your jaw tightly and shake your head towards the new guest, cutting off whatever rude comment was about to roll off from the irritating individual standing behind you.
“You’re not. But would you care to elaborate on your perspective of our rather enthusiastic friends down there?” You take a long sip of your wine following your question, mentally cursing yourself for finishing it so soon.
“Is that not enough though?” He asks and you must be looking at him with a quizzical expression because his smile grows even further before he steps closer to you. It terrifies you to see how much you don’t mind the proximity between the two of you, but you try to keep a strict hold on your body language, not wanting to make your attraction towards him too obvious.
“There is romance hidden behind each enthusiastic touch they deliver to one another, no? They are so enraptured by the sensation of their skin gliding against one another that they do not care if anyone sees them. Then again, perhaps it is less about carelessness and more about the adrenaline rushing through their veins because they could be caught at any moment. There is a need for touch and nothing will stand in the way of achieving every bit of it, even if the hostess herself were to interrupt them and remove them from her property. Is that desperation for intense rapture not, in the very least, romantic to you?” If you thought he was disarming before, you were sure he was all the more enchanting now that he managed to deliver such a passionate response regarding two complete strangers, whom you were sure, have never met before until this night.
“Had I known I would be in the company of such a hopeless romantic, I would have ensured to bring along my Auguries of Innocence.” You see a twinkle of recognition in his eyes that lights a fire in you and you bite your lower lip when he finishes his own wine before setting it on the ledge near yours.
“To see a world in a grain of sand, and a heaven in a wild flower,” your eyes fill with lust as soon as he begins to recite to you the opening lines of the poem, and there is no mistaking the way his own are overtaken by similar emotions. But you’re suddenly taken aback by him when he raises his hand and brings forth a poppy flower out of thin air, unable to quiet your giggles when he presents it to you with a softened expression. “Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, and eternity in an hour.” He whispers to you as he keeps his covered hands wrapped around your own wrists for another moment before he remembers the company that refused to leave.
“Thank you sir.” The word leaves your mouth before you can stop yourself and your eyes widen in shock when you see his smirk widen for a moment before he turns away and looks towards the younger man.
“There is a difference between your words and an unhinged couple desperate to fuck in the middle of such a grandiose garden.” You can’t help but roll your eyes at the crude words but choose to ignore them as you raise the flower to your nose and breathe in it’s sweet scent.
“I would happily claim these words as mine but I would unfortunately be caught in a lie. However, as I said, it is the uncontrolled motions that make this moment all the more valuable to our friends down there.” Before you can stop yourself, you twirl around until your back is against the garden, waiting for the moment where your fascinating friend focuses his attention on you again before resting your body against the ledge.
“While I do agree with you that there is as much romance in the fragile beauty of nature as there is between those two lovebirds, I do believe it is more alluring and exotic to have controlled motions rather than frenzied, and clearly, miscalculated touches.” You let your words hang in the air briefly and when you look at the other guest, you barely manage to hold back from laughing into his face when his confused expression grows with every passing second.
“If I didn’t know any better mariposa, I would say that it sounds like you enjoy being controlled?” The question catches you off guard, mostly because you thought he would respond with words that held less implications, and you almost drop the flower from between your fingers when you feel the leather of his gloves softly touch the skin of your back as he leans into you.
“Only if the right person comes around.” You know you should watch what you say, especially in the presence of the other man who clearly enjoyed talking and would most likely tell his other acquaintance of your less-known interests. But with the way your mystery guest is looking at you, as if he could devour you on this ledge had you two been alone, you can’t find it in yourself to care any less about what you’d just admitted to.
“And what kind of person would that be?” The younger guest asks and you almost roll your eyes and respond to him because he was obviously not in any way a part of this intimate conversation. But then you watch as the other man straightens his back and glares at the unwanted attention you were receiving. If you didn’t know any better, you would think he was trying to establish dominance over you and the thought both angered you and turned you on.
“No offense but if you have to ask, then you’re probably not the right person.” Once more, the response is not what you thought he would say and like before, you lose a little bit of interest in him because even though he was correct, the comment was downright rude and unnecessary. You could tell it wasn’t said due to low self-esteem, the opposite as a matter of fact, but he had no right saying anything on your behalf when you could speak for yourself.
“It is curious you think you could offer your opinion on my preferences, Caballero.” The title rolls off of your tongue in anger and sarcasm, and you are content your assumption of his rank is correct because the darkened brown eyes turn into shock as you remove yourself from the cold wall and away from his touch. “A true gentleman wouldn’t assume what a lady looks for in a partner.” Perhaps the venomous words are as unnecessary as his comment but you don’t bother to retract them or apologize. Nothing in this world irritated you more than someone thinking they could say whatever they wished to simply because they found your good graces.
“Tanto usted como yo sabemos que no es una dama.” His tone no longer holds playfulness and you narrow your eyes at him when you recognize resentment and irritation swimming in between those words. Somehow though, you couldn’t identify a narcissistic ego as the drive behind such a disrespectful comment and it pissed you off even more when you realized he was not retaliating due to low self-esteem or a heightened ego. He chose to speak such words because he thought he had already laid a trap for you and was now noticing how much harder he’d have to work to enjoy your company again.
“Sin embargo, podrías haberme engañado.” Your tone no longer holds any malice or impatience but neutrality, and you refuse to smile in triumph when you see his expression change once more, this time to a more penitent gaze when it occurs to him how colossal a mistake he made assuming you couldn’t understand what he spewed at you seconds ago.
“If you’ll excuse me, gentlemen, I believe it is rude of me to not attend to my other guests. Enjoy the rest of your evenings.” You can tell he wants to stop you and apologize for his behavior, but you do not give him a chance to say anything, allowing the silence of the balcony to be filled with the assertive sound of your heels as they stomped back into the ballroom. But before you step past the cold air and into the humid atmosphere, you approach one of the servers and put the white flower in an already used glass.
“Get rid of this for me please. Thank you.” Your voice is loud and clear, and as much as you wished to keep the flower to remind yourself of the stranger and his charms, you decide to value your persona more than your needs.
If he truly wanted you, he would have to learn how to respect you before you would allow him to degrade you.
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Translations and please please correct my Spanish because I know I'm bad at it even after taking it for four years. -Tanto usted como yo sabemos que no es una dama. - You and I both know you are not a lady. -Sin embargo, podrías haberme engañado. - Yet you could have fooled me. -Mariposa - butterfly
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Tagging some people who showed interest in this fic (I will reblog with the other taglist later): @ayoungpascallover-readings @miraclesabound @just-here-for-the-moment @beautyagegoodnesssize @kesskirata @prettylilhalforc @eri16
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discorobak · 4 years ago
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me every morning deciding which pedro pascal character i'm gonna simp for today
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discorobak · 4 years ago
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hello followers, today i offer you an unfunny meme.
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discorobak · 4 years ago
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omg return of the jedi ending is so emotional
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midnightdracoxx · 4 years ago
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Thanks for the tag @princessxkenobi​
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No pressure tags ☁️: @anakinseyelashes​ @fistmebuckyskywalker​ @giggles-and-freckles @obi-bae-kenobi @nabootycall @christensenseyebrowscar @hugmekenobi
Tagged by @negans-lucille-tblr - love a bit of picrew! Here's a link for those that wanna give it a go too - PICREW
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Tagging; @stuckonjbbarnes @lostinthoughtsandfeelings @whitestarbucky-main @justagirlinafandomworld @writingsoftheloser 🧡
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discorobak · 4 years ago
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this anakin with this padmé... yes, au writers, i dare you
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discorobak · 4 years ago
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i don't know if i want to fuck him or break his neck
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discorobak · 4 years ago
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anakin before and after his wedding night with padmé:
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midnightdracoxx · 4 years ago
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Thanks for the tag @anakinseyelashes & @fistmebuckyskywalker 🥰
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No pressure tags ☁️: @christensenseyebrowscar @dracos-jedi-marvel @skye058 @obi-bae-kenobi  @babykanskywalker @padme-parker @cf-2007-vibe @hugmekenobi @nabootycall
Favorite movie tag!
I got tagged by @iscariot-rising to post some of my fave movies! I’m not much of a movie watcher but if I had to pick some favorites, they would be these:
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I chose the FX version of A Christmas Carol but, honestly, mostly any Christmas Carol movie, I love. I just love that story, don’t judge me lol
I tag: @zacklover24, @cocassedoodles, @anakinswhore, @iwantedhappiness, @basicanti-socialb-tch, and anyone else who wants to do it X3
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discorobak · 4 years ago
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it's 12:42 a.m. and i'm thinking about anakin burying his face between my breasts and just staying there so i could run my fingers through his curls and massage his scalp as he sighs into my skin. that's the post. bye.
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discorobak · 4 years ago
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my theory is that this is not ahsoka tano in the mandalorian, but her evil twin sister ashoka, who was jealous of ahsoka's long lekku and montrals and decided to kidnap her and pretend to be her. that's why she looks so weird. this is canon now. because i said so.
there's no other logical explanation for her looking like this
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rather than this
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and i can't believe i'm saying that, but i prefer the rebels' design of her
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midnightdracoxx · 4 years ago
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Awww thank you so much love 🥺 The fact that you thought about me and my little blog warms my heart. I’ve been so inactive lately cause of school and so stresed out (I feel bad). This made my day. I’m still in the process of trying to figure out things I want to create and do with my little blog. I wanna eventually make some of my own art, fics and content whenever I have the chance. I only made this blog a couple months ago and have meet some of the greatest sweetest and talented people (just like you :3). Y’all are amazing human beings. Thank you so much for all of your kindness and for inspiring me to create this blog 💕
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Tagging some of my favs 💕: @haydensuwu @anakins-eyeliner @anakinsbae @basicanti-socialb-tch @chokemeanakin @animefangirl425 @babykinskywalker @haydens-moles @fistmebuckyskywalker @anakinswhore @obi-bae-kenobi @alienmasterluna @padme-parker @nabootycall
(Sorry if you’ve been tagged or ready. Also please don’t get offended if I didn’t tag you. I love all my mutuals, y’all are amazing 🥰)
CREATOR TAG GAME
Rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your five (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many artists/writers/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!
I just wanna thank @anakinswhore for the tag- the fact that you even think about me, a lowly peasant, for something like this is astonishing. you’re seriously one of my favorite creators on this site.
honestly, it was super hard to pick. not because I love too many, but because I’m so hard on myself as to what I consider good writing. I have to really impress in order to impress myself. I’m happy with this list, though. no particular order.
autumn - a creative little essay-thing I did back in July. I love it because a) I love autumn and b) it was practice with metaphors and feelings and tone that I really needed [and still do]
death - a Newt x reader fic taking place during the last Maze runner movie. looking back on this one, I feel like I could’ve done better in the detail of the emotional turmoil, but I’m still proud of myself for what I did, because I struggle with discussing reader’s emotion and not just their thought process. this fic was an important step in a learning process I’m still taking.
The Boom - honestly, I could’ve put anything from my synesthesia playlist, but this one was the most important, thanks to it being the first. I’ve had a really hard time understanding my synesthesia, which was hard on me because I couldn’t articulate how important it was to me, and this was the first step toward understanding it.
dragon - a fantasy au, reader x anakin skywalker. while the writing in this is okay (not bad, not great, just okay), it really caught attention for the Worldbuilding, and that I’m quite proud of. my little plot twists that were hinted at, the manipulation of canon and matching it to the setting. there are things that I’d change, but I’m so happy with the way it is.
vampire - anakin skywalker x reader, vampire au. I said no particular order, but I know that this fic takes the fucking cake. I don’t know what kind of sharpie-fume-induced-high I was on when I wrote this, but whatever it was, it allowed me to see god. I love the metaphors, the imagery, the au-Worldbuilding, hell, even the gifs are top notch. I brought my a-game to this one, and I’m proud of it to this day.
tagging: @iscariot-rising @haydens-moles @duderulestheworld (your paintings count) @ronaldrx @fastidious-and-a-mess (even if it’s just your magnum opus of spn posts) @haydenchristensengifs (I wanna see them gifs) @sunsetkenobi
-🦌 Roe
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discorobak · 4 years ago
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i want anakin skywalker to be the lightsaber to my youngling
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