#yearning hours in this house

[varjopeura]

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[kellterntempest]

(practice...used crazy amount of refs for this)

[thefrogdalorian]

I saw that post going around about what people have on their nightstands and it made me wonder what Din would keep by his bed in the cabin on Nevarro...

I think:

Pictures of Grogu (apparently picture frames are called holocubes in Star Wars!)

A weapon! Probably a blaster of some sort. I imagine it would take him a while to even place it there (he probably slept with it tucked into his waistband/under his pillow for a few months...)

Various empty bottles which he really needs to throw away but keeps forgetting because he's a Tired, Stressed Dad™

Maybe his helmet, just in case he quickly needs to grab it and put it on (he probably feels so naked without it)

A Mythosaur necklace. I know we never saw it in canon, but I feel like he acquired another one so him and Grogu match. He takes it off every night before he goes to sleep but it's always there, close by.

I love fantasising about the little details of his cabin... I really hope we get to see some of them in the movie!

[your-average-gay-dork]

bro I desperately want someone to take on cute fall dates.

Pumpkin patch, apple picking, the FAIR????!

And we don’t even have to go anywhere. There’s so much we can do at home- carve/paint pumpkins, decorate, light candles and build a blanket fort to watch Halloween movies while we make cookies.

[zombzgutzz]

being both trans and otherkin watching i saw the tv glow

[whispering-depths]

ar lath ma, vhenan

[comfied-chriterature]

I wanna fall in love I wanna fall in love I wanna fall in love I wanna fall in love I wanna fall in love I wanna fall—

[yearinlou]

Passive Yearing + Larry Stylinson lyrics

Harry Styles. From The Dining Room Table//Painting by Malcolm T. Liepke// Louis Tomlinson. Holding Onto Heartache// Joe W. Carter. Telephone// Harry Styles. Meet Me in The Hallway//A Weeping Mary Magdalene// Louis Tomlinson. Too Young//Drawing by Nickie Zimov//Harry Styles. Don’t Let Me Go// Malcolm T. Liepke. Watching Her Sleep// Louis Tomlinson. Miss You//Ambrogio Antonio Alciati. Il Convegno / The Conference// Harry Styles. As It Was// Holly Warburton. Making Amends// Louis Tomlinson. Defenseless// Alan Stephens Foster. The Fall// Harry Styles. Sweet Creature

[dastardlydyke]

sigh…yearning hours

[doeyedangel]

I wish i had a friend i lived rly close to nd we could just hang out and cuddle and watch movies and stuff :((

[singsofsilver]

i miss my guy.

[lesbiantrish]

pookie..

[theshippirate22]

I told you everything last night.

All of it, every bit, even the really icky parts that make school counselors and suburban moms gag and turn away. I meant to keep it short- just thank you for your time and disappear into the dark- but once I was standing in front of you for maybe the last time in our infinite and insignificant lives, the words started pouring from my mouth like bitter ichor until they had dyed your shoes a pathetic honeycomb hue, dripping with the sincerity of my confession.

I hope I don’t remember the way your face fell in agony when I told you what I planned on the floor of the shower last week. I couldn’t look you in the eye as it came out, rushed and wet, so I looked at the tip of your nose, the one my best friend looked at it in a blurry picture and told me surely it was Jewish.

You floundered for something to say, panicking as if the emergency was happening at that moment and not replaying in my mind as it had for the the last ten days, and I looked at my trembling hands, swollen and useless from biting cold and clenched up in stinging nervousness, although the only thing i could see was the blurriness of tears and the fleck of stale mascara on my contact.

I know I’ll never forget the way your lips parted in the silent gasp when I said your name or the way your eyes flashed when you found the connection between The Event and my figure shifting before you. The way you didn’t hesitate to pull me into your chest and hold me there like it could be the home I so desperately want and the way you whispered “I’m proud of you,” into my hair with such ease that it felt true even to me.

I remember choking out “Thank you,” and you flashed that smile at me, the endless, soft, affectionate one and I sobbed with the sudden overwhelming feeling of want that took over me.

“I’m glad you stayed.”

I mumbled something that felt socially acceptable even though there’s absolutely nothing exactly right to say to something like that and you looked at me like there were a thousand more words you wanted to bless me with, but you didn’t say anything else.

So I walked out of our lives for the last time. And I cried the whole way home.

You probably went home and fed your cat and brushed your teeth and gripped the counter for a moment and thought of me for the last time.

But last night, on the floor of the shower, I didn’t want to plan anymore. I felt resolved for once in my life.

I don’t know what you pushed through my skin during that hug. But I found the home I needed nonetheless.

[rubenesque-as-fuck]

You bite your nails for the exact same reason I do. QUIT BEING THE HOT GIRL VERSION OF ME! Stop it! You're making me yearn!

Well if it makes you feel any better, I'm only a girl on a part-time contractual basis

[cowboeybebop]

dimitri has enchanted me in ways that which i cannot describe. i knew this shit would happen the second he opened his mouth in remire village. good thing i did blue lions last. thank fucking god.

[graytaloty]

I just think that all the dragons in my phone should be dragons in my house. Is all.