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[elfaegyo]

잠은 안오고 배는 고프고 (Sleepless Night)

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[glorfinniell]

This man, the joy that is Darth Vowrawn, has been in Sith governance for over fifty years and is quite the company. Darth Arho lasted less than a year and he didn’t have a sense of humour.

[big8cola]

I feel sick i just watched the entirety of bridgerton in a haze after seeing promotional stuff for the third season and now i find out it not coming out for a MONTH and the 8 episode season is being released in TWO PARTS 😭😭😭😭 I'm on my knees for four damn episodes....

[whatireading]

Gee, I wonder where they got the idea for THAT scene?

There are also a LOT of ideas and terminology that appear to have been lifted straight from Star Trek (like, more than is automatically expected of all sci-fi written since 1966), but I am so hooked.

[renposter]

Silri, Star Wars Galaxies Trading Card Game (2008)

This is her card art. Source.

[guillotineman]

43 Years Ago...

Star Wars: Episode V - The Empire Strikes Back (1980, dir. Irvin Kershner)

[seeksstaronmewni]

The most popular of spoilers in all history!

Relative tweet here.

[thevibraniumveterans]

(x)

The sheer amount of dumbassery to call the cops…on a cosplayer…AT A CONVENTION…for carrying a non-functioning fictional weapon 😂

How many other unfortunate cosplayers should be subject to this stupidity 🤣

I’m sure many cosplayers walk around carrying various types of fictional weapons and firearms and they’re perfectly fine, and it’s BOBA FETT of all people that get the cops called on him 😂

[ahb-writes]

Book Review: ‘I’m the Evil Lord of an Intergalactic Empire’ #3

I’m the Evil Lord of an Intergalactic Empire! (Light Novel) Vol. 3 by Yomu Mishima My rating: 5 of 5 stars Compelling in its thoroughness and entertaining in its simplicity, this novel series' cavalier invocation of randomness and gullibility for the sake of Liam's evil lordship fits together quite nicely. I'M THE EVIL LORD OF AN INTERGALACTIC EMPIRE v3 wields another academic sprint as its general backdrop, but during the next span of three or four years, Liam accidentally creates another mortal enemy, stumbles into romance with an ice queen, and sort of sets the stage for rerouting the power balance within the empire itself. EVIL LORD v3 routinely triggers these and other narrative events by way of happenstance. Liam is an overachiever. He's bored. He wants to hunt stronger pirates, he wants to engage a woman who adamantly refuses his advances (on moral grounds), and he wants to amass a fortune and military worthy of crushing all other nobles. Does he get what he wants? Maybe. But definitely not in the way he thinks. This book's charm rests in how superbly the author weaves the story's secondary and tertiary characters into motion to nudge and support Liam's fantastical view of the universe. House Claudia, for example, has been in ruin for close to 2,000 years (due in part to the empire's negligence and due in part to other noble's malfeasance). But Liam doesn't see a house in disrepair, he spies a dukedom without a leading man. Similarly, Liam's tendency to attract women of an exceedingly violent and overconfident caliber should be a problem. Except, these women are military specialists, infamous mercenaries, or noble adjutants. Every single one of them is willing to die for him, if for all of the wrong reasons. Not the he'd know the difference. It's all a matter of perception. And as readers of EVIL LORD v3 will come to find, the puzzle pieces clarifying which nobles support pirates and which puzzle pieces show corruption in the higher ranks of the capital all require a bit of sorting to make out the final picture. And as readers already know, Liam always finds his way to the final picture. Characterization is one of this novel series' highest qualities. In EVIL LORD v3, readers encounter a lazy imperial prince, a mage assassin with a grudge, a female knight with a mean streak, and a duchess-to-be. The lattermost, Rosetta Sereh Claudia, is an incredibly sympathetic character who loses almost everything, yet keeps pushing through. She's icy, sure, but only so as to better focus on what matters to her (and her declining house authority). Rosetta is reserved, tactful, and chooses her allies carefully. Liam falls for her because he wants an ice queen for a wife, but as everyone knows, for better or for worse, all ice queens thaw. Her character is less lovable at the end than she is closer to when she is introduced, but Rosetta's internal struggle is genuine. Another notable character is Marie Sera Marian, a female knight who awakens when Liam's scientists pull her and others out of stone. Marie is a bloodthirsty fighter. She's also loyal to a fault. Better to have her on the side of an evil lord than to leave her running about without a leash. Marie's demure façade hides a bevvy of hilarious curses and spit-takes that typically pour from her frothing mouth the second someone gets the better of her. One would think it's a tired trope, but somehow it works perfectly here. The fact that she wields dual chainsaw-lightsabers might also have something to do with it. In EVIL LORD v3, the cast is impressive, both in size and scope of integration. And its this cast of awkward, bitter, slyly vengeful, and outright humbling personalities that nudge everything into its proper direction. Liam isn't the only one making weird assumptions. For example, Serena, the spy maid for the prime minister, scrutinizes the young man everyday but sees nothing untoward in his actions. And so, when Liam skulks the battlefield piloting an upgraded Avid mobile suit and wipes out hundreds of pirates, readers may correctly assume the guy may is a bit ridiculous, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know what he's doing.

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[elfaegyo]

다쳐 (Hurt Locker)

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[earlgraygoose]

I'm soo excited we get WN back for another season but like can we go back to trying to get Star to come back or....? Different networks and whatnot i hecking know... but like what a girl gotta do to see how that drama ends? At this point, let netflix do it smh.

[moyazaika]

tbh jaded lawyer darling trying to save yan crime kingpin from getting his ass thrown into prison for life — yet again.

he’s lingering at the court’s steps, entertaining the news reporters with a dazzling smile, the entire world waiting with bated breath to see whether this is the day his billion dollar criminal empire comes crumbling down—

“the whole world knows you did it!”

“are you ashamed of yourself?”

“do you really think you’ll walk away a free man after today?”

that gets his attention.

“darling, don’t ‘ya worry about me,” he turns to the journalist, and tilts his head to the side, pulling out his lollipop from between those lips, curled in a sly grin. “i ain’t gotta worry ‘bout no fuckin’ laws when i got the world’s best damn lawyer on my side.”

a young man, then. thick glasses and braces on his teeth. far too thin and lanky, for all his balls of steel as he speaks up. “are you implying that your lawyer is an accessory to your crimes? a corrupt lawyer for a guilty man on his way to the gallows?”

he hears you approach before he can think to respond. the familiar, expensive echo of the dress shoes he’d bought you the first time you’d won a case, before you’re there where he thinks you belong; right by his side.

“alleged crimes,” you correct, and your kingpin turns to greet you with a million dollar smile. “now, my client will not be taking any more questions. kindly, fuck off.”

cameras flash instantly and countless more mics are shoved into his pretty face, still mesmerised by you, even when you grab him by the back of his collar (unironed, you notice with absolute dismay) and pull him inside, away from prying eyes.

“you’re being tried for sixteen drug and weapons counts,” you hiss, digging your newly manicured nails into his skin, as you pull the lollipop he’s sucking on right out of his mouth with a wet ‘pop’ and toss it to the side, seething. “when will you fucking get serious!”

he only dumbly stares back at you with a slack jaw, and stars in his eyes. his voice dips an octave lower, deep in his throat when he speaks. “oh, i could get very serious if you wanted to give me a kiss. or, y’know, maybe you could act as a replacement to that sweet lollipop of mine ‘ya just—oh, fuck!”

when you stride into the courtroom later, in your neat, pressed suit and slicked back hair, nobody dares ask why the infamous ‘alleged’ crime lord is following after you with a bruise blossoming on cheeks that flush a deep, deep scarlet.

-

the judge announces the jury's verdict, and you don’t even look up from the documents you’re perusing when he’s found ‘not guilty’ in a court of law, yet again—

“jesus fuckin’ christ, i knew you were gonna save me!” your kingpin jumps up from where he’s sitting besides you, pressing his face into your shoulder as he breathes you in with an elated, shuddering breath. “can’t even imagine which ditch i’d be rottin’ in without ‘ya, sweet pea.”

“excuse me, sir.” you pry his hands off you with a detached air of reservation you reserve for when the two of you are in public, but the way your knuckles are white when you gather the countless files and papers of yours scattered on your desk tell him everything he needs to know about how pissed you are. “hands off.”

he knows he’s in for it when the two of you get home, and yet, he looks forward to the sight.

it’s always more… exciting than it should be; when you’ve got him shoved right up against a well, going off about how ‘irresponsible’ and ‘immature’ he is, nails leaving his skin bleeding from how deep you sink them into his body, too caught up in your own irritation to notice or, honestly, care.

and maybe, he thinks, as he follows you out, tonight he’ll go pay a visit to someone after you’re done with him.

a man’s got needs, y’know?

he’s high off the rush of his latest win when he walks up the porch steps hours later. it's really only the latest achievement in a long line he attributes solely to you and your efforts.

he’ll make sure to repay you one day, with all you’ve done for him. he’ll take such good care of you; let you do whatever you wanted to him, as a token of his appreciation for how hard you've worked to keep him on the streets he rules and out of the prisons he knows he belongs in.

in fact, his efforts start right here and right now; on the steps of a nice, suburban house, that belongs to the journalist with thick glasses and braces and a wiry frame. the white picket fence and 'keep off the grass' sign do little to deter the man outside. then again, the poor bastard could have had gates of iron, and he still would have found a way to creep inside.

he never knew being a journalist paid so well. shit, maybe he should’ve gone down this path instead of, y’know, running a criminal empire. this bastard's got balls of steel, for what he had the nerve to say about you. but it’s okay! hey! he’s here to take care of it for you!

you don’t ever need to find out what he’s done in your name. ♡

he’s very adamant about this, choosing to see the job to completion all alone, slinking away from your critical, watchful gaze—only once he’s made sure you’re knocked out by watching you sleep, crouched by your bedside, for a few hours—to make sure the problem’s all taken care of.

the kingpin rings the doorbell, and patiently waits for the door to open with his scarred hands held behind his back. there’s a glock in his left back pocket, and a silencer in the right. a swiss army knife curled in his fingers, because he’s always been creative.

yeah, can you believe that? his teachers used to tell him he would make a great artist one day. and he is, he likes to think. only that his canvases are a little less traditional, and not in the banksy way. you know how it is! life imitates art... or some hippie shit like that.

there's no rules in art for what you can paint with, right? or what surfaces you can carve up into pretty shapes...

and so, when the lock clicks open, and the handle turns, it’s exactly like he said; a man’s got needs!

so sue him! really, so what if his needs mean his heavy hands are clamping over the journalist’s mouth, twisted into a silent scream—

so what if he knocks the smaller man back, a fist flying to his face, those wide eyes and all, slack jaw stupidly hanging open in disbelief—

so what if he shoves him inside and kicks the door behind them shut?

your kingpin knows what comes with the life he chose, and sullying his name is one thing—but nobody gets to drag your name through the dirt and live.

he makes sure of that, personally.

-

“where did you go last night?” you ask, not taking your eyes off the weekly newspaper in your hands. there, on the front page, a greyscale photo of you and your headache of a client, descending the court’s steps after the verdict. “and why didn’t you ask for my permission before you left?”

the headline, in big, bold letters, splashed above the picture; INTERNATIONAL OUTRAGE AS INFAMOUS DRUG LORD EVADES LAW YET AGAIN. SHADY LAWYER TO BLAME?

“just takin’ out the trash, lovely. don’t you worry ‘yer pretty little mind about it.” as he says that, he abandons his own breakfast, suddenly snatching the paper out of your hands and ripping it up, but not before noting the name of the article’s author, tucking it away for later.

shreds of the weekly paper you hadn't even gotten to read yet fall to the floor, fluttering this way and that. you close your eyes and smile. “haha. funny. well, my ‘pretty little mind’ is telling me to throw the coffee in my hands all over you.”

“tryna mark me up?” he purrs, “if you really wanna wake me up, can i suggest somethin’ else ‘ya could throw at me? or on me, really. but—”

“i’m going to kill you in your sleep, one of these days.” you deadpan, turning back to your food. he’s like a little kid, and you’re not about to indulge him by giving him the attention he so desperately wants from you.

“'yer serious??" he grins, hands flying to his face in elation, a curious blush colouring his skin a deep pink. “you mean you actually wanna step into my bedroom— at night— of 'yer own damn will?“

you take another sip of your coffee, fingers trembling around the cup. don’t throw it at him it’s what he wants don’t throw it at him it’s what he wants don’t throw it at him it’s what—

“damn... guess i should start sleeping naked, then.”

extra; what if darling was a prosecutor instead?

[i5leeps]

Star Wars Jedi Fallen Order Gameplay Walkthrough Part 2 - BOGANO

[miladythewinter]

that post going around with “how did disney allow them to make a show like andor!!!” on top and then below a quote from mark fisher. hmm these posts only work if you assume that shows like andor are revolutionary to begin with. which they aren’t. it’s just that people on the internet exaggerate everything about everything so they genuinely believe that a show like andor, or literally almost any other show, is a never-before-seen revolutionary pamphlet which in turn makes people like op of that post react against it in an equally exaggerated manner. which sure you should but the problem is non-existent in the first place because it’s never been more than just a regular non-revolutionary tv show

[yandere-wishes]

˚｡✮ Yandere! Darth Vader {Anakin Skywalker} x Apprentice Reader

˚｡✮ Bad, bad news, One of us is gonna lose I'm the powder, you're the fuse, Just add some friction, You are my strange addiction

˚｡✮ We've talked about Yandere! Anakin Skywalker falling for Padawan! Reader... But what about Vader falling for his acolyte/apprentice?

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Vader isn't nurturing.

It feels almost sacrilegious to entertain the thought.

That's why it's so troubling when the galactic empire's staff take note of a smaller morbid figure trailing after the ebony monstrosity.

I can see there being many interesting scenarios in which Vader would pick an acolyte. The most heartwrenching and particularly curious case would be if his acolyte used to also be Anakin Skywalker's Padawan.

˚｡✮ Imagine Vader searching for you across the galaxy. He feels your force signature reverberating inside him, calls out to it, tries to bind and morph it. A sardonic love letter he pens with rage and perplexion. Still, you always slip away. He keeps your hunt a secret, some ancient wound that's never healed right. The swing of your saber still haunts him, your satisfied grin as you land a blow on him. The force works in mysterious ways and Vader's desperation can't fully be reasoned. He's given up everything that Anakin once had. Forgone to an almost spiritual level. But you are the one pesky thing that still lingers. He likes to think that it's because he knows your true power. That you're a threat as long as you live.

˚｡✮ Imagine Vader finally, finally finding you. Mesmerized by how much you've grown. You're rugged, wild. Some strange creature wearing the skin of the girl he once loved. You don't hesitate to attack, and Vader signs it off as a blessing. He needs a reason to hurt you, to drag you back kicking and screaming. He needs an excuse to push his fury between your bones and drown you in his sorrows. He needs revenge in the worst way.

˚｡✮ Imagine Vader winning because of course he does. He leaves you bruised and broken, bleeding on the soft grassy ground. Your eyes are so beautiful when they're filled with terror. Your voice melodic as you scream in agony as his saber severs your leg and arm. Vengeance, Vengeance, Vengeance. You left him, left him to face Obi-wan alone, left him to be mutilated and disfigured.

˚｡✮ Imagine Vader only coming to terms with who he is, and what he is as he's watching the medical droids repair your body. He can never escape Anakin, cause that's who he still is. Anakin hasn't died just grown. He's no longer the kid with a schoolboy crush on his pupil and supernovas under his tongue. He's swallowed the burning stars, let their fires and explosions paint him in shades darker than the nights on Tatooine. He runs a cybernetic hand across your head, feeling you for the first time in forever.

˚｡✮ Imagine Vader training you once more. It's been months since your capture, months of brutal and tender torture. He's ripped you apart and rearranged you so meticulously. Picking favored parts to hem and sew with a buzzing red needle and dark doctrines. Only when Vader notes the red-rimmed golden shift flicker across your eyes does he know he's truly won. Your connection to the light is nearly completely severed. Your past is left to rot on the green planet. What stares back at him from the corners of the dark, damp cell is a creature forged of hate and malice. A sith in every way.

˚｡✮ Imagine Vader only ever happy when he's with you. He's finally free to train you as he pleases, to touch you as he pleases, to kiss you as he pleases. He's taken you to ice worlds to bleed kyber crystals and to Mustafar to forge your new armor. He kisses you on a battlefield littered with the corpses of dead resistance soldiers. Metal clancks against metal all wretched sinister love. You're beginning to love this new master, he's everything Anakin had repressed, he's everything you have always feared. But the thing you must realize about fickle fears is that once you fall in love with them, you begin to lose yourself.

˚｡✮ Imagine Pulling up Vader's mask and kissing the burns across his face. Your kisses are laced with such passion and hate he feels like he's drowning in lava once more. He's brutal in the way he handles you, each touch leaving a plethora of bruises, singing I love you. You like the way each training session starts with a deep all-consuming kiss and ends with him using the force to smash your head into the ground as you laugh and laugh. His force signature is different now, you like the way it slithers across your body, all fire and pain, all destruction. Love the pain that comes with him, this grisly bloody love affair that makes the stars shutter.

The staff of the galactic empire, Find the little midnight creature all too bizarre.

She trails after their commander with vicious playful skips and plays uno with their lives. She twirls around the galaxy's most feared as if she's playing hopscotch.

The staff of the galactic empire doesn't know whether to feel pity or terror...

I think about how at the beginning of being Vader, Anakin was so quick to reject who he once was. Trying desperately to kill off any semblance of Anakin. But by the time of the Original Trilogy, he's sort of come to terms with who he is and who he once was. Anakin isn't really dead he's just grown stronger now, and in a strange way, he even seems to embrace his past as a Jedi, wearing it as - a not so obvious- badge of pride.

[edwardslvrr]

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