— & from the 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒, you 𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑬.

𝐧𝐞𝐰  𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬  𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍  𝐛𝐞  𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝.

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this blog is now archived! find me at DHACAY  💖

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this blog is now archived! find me at DHACAY  💖

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this blog is now archived! find me at DHACAY  💖

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:’(

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just a tiny heads up that i’m gonna be archiving this blog and moving to a fresh one! the url will stay the same and stuff, everything on here is so ridiculously disorganized and i’m… not a fan lmao. will update when i finally get it done!

all threads ( and asks ) will carry over to the new blog!

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just a tiny heads up that i'm gonna be archiving this blog and moving to a fresh one! the url will stay the same and stuff, everything on here is so ridiculously disorganized and i'm... not a fan lmao. will update when i finally get it done!

all threads ( and asks ) will carry over to the new blog!

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                                                  Do you know what it means                                                          To be left this way                                                      When everyone’s gone                                                    And the feelings they stay

                                              I want you now

                                                     @dhacay​​ ♡

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                    HOPE is being able to see that there is                                                                            LIGHT                                                                                  despite all of the DARKNESS. 

                                                   @dhacay​ ♡   

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Everything in me is really passionate,

Dorothy Thompson, from a letter to Joseph Bard wr. c. December 1926 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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ＭＯＤＥＲＮ ＡＵ - 

                 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 “ ! ” 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕀 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦. / @dhacay

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   So it’s been awhile since I did something like this… one whole year since I did anything like this in fact (PFT, DUUUUH, Becky!), but yes!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR from this side to the planet to all my dear friends on here. Thank you once again for being such amazing mutuals, and ofc, give all of yourselves a huge, HUGE PAT ON THE BACK because y’all once again kicked butt and survive the nightmare that was 2019! 

   You guys have been such inspirations to bear witness to, trucking on as you all have despite it all. And so, it’s truly an honour to know every single one of you for this long. So yeah, here’s to 2020 looking up for all of us. I love the fact that I’m already seeing most folksalready  looking forward to this new year. Because YEAH! You all totally got this and won’t just let your dreams be dreams (NO YOU WON’T)!!! It’s time to let out your war cry, and charge into this new year and give it everything you’ve got!

   But anyway, moving on… thank you again to the 190+ QUALITY BBIES that I’ve gotten to be mutuals with over this past year. This blog wouldn’t have survived another year without you all, tbh. And tbh, be it on or off here, I wouldn’t be where I am today without the love and support from every single one of you wonderful beans. And I can’t thank you all enough for just being the gems that you are. Also, normally I got some decent memes ready when it comes to titling my sections, but for this year– I’m just going to go with some Space Jam song lyrics.

✨ Moving on up, You’re a winner!!!  ✨

   @dhacay/ @yllth, @arcanawise/ @emblazcned, @matteredloyalty, @teslagravity, @lloronala, @quirofiliac, @cantusecho, @deathspaired/ @yearhero, @malfestcd, @pxlariis, @chaotiquetm, @famebounded, @streetxcat, @fatefaulted, @miocaesarino​

🕊️ Fly into the future, Fly like an eagle 🕊️

@ghaisgeach, @pyoniumyankee, @perspicacicus, @disturbxnces, @boostiohs, @alienhxntress, @heedingcalls, @onewiththeglow, @charredeyes, @dollygxre, @goreburdened, @ingenixre, @recuerdaxme, @sparkadream, @notanoutlaw, @normwalks, @madamhatter, @ficklefeline, @theworldio, @skarredlet, @ustrinamor, @ravensbled, @thegatesofinfinitespace, @magicianbound, @adversitiiies, @whywefiight, @murroyilodel, @azuureknight, @gcrminator, @fiery-assassin, @vinterdronniing, @kongonatty, @tales-of-lost-fantasy, @firstdegreefraud, @amrefevr, @morteesigarette, @feebledetective, @monstcrsandmen, @distortedhaze, @priestcess, @edgymuses, @bloodofvirtue, @blueleadr​, @firstdegreefraud​, @immortalxdreamers​, @ravensbled​

   Have a great new year ahead!!! 💓💗💕

[kyloren]

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Dedicated to @dhacay

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astraheart‌:

          It’s not purely discombobulation that the extemporaneous gesture begets. When masculine arms precipitately encircle her, she’s not merely flummoxed. Accompanied by a consolidated cognizance of the sentimental pain that she’s been lugging around, there’s now an unmistakable tightness afflicting her throat. Trepidation is woken by the thought that the beguiling illusion of ataraxy that she’s crafted to delude others - to SHIELD herself - may disintegrate if she reciprocates. It’s why limber arms tentatively move to LOOSELY enfold him. Whilst tenderly enveloped like she is now, it’s terribly difficult for her to persist in veiling wounds imperceptible to the naked eye - to persist in concealing scars that mar not flesh but the heart.  

          Nevertheless, inherently obstinate, she TRIES by focusing on the concerning possibility that his own anguish has motivated him to seek out solace. It’s simply a possibility. For though she can certainly presume and conjecture, she ultimately knows not what’s compelled him to initiate this spontaneous moment of intimacy. Solicitously, she enquires about his reasoning. ❝ Not that I’m against this, but are you…ALRIGHT? Is there something you want to talk about? ❞  

    ❝  This is real. 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑶𝑭 𝑰𝑻, ❞    so very real. It’s as real as the foliage fringing their current dwelling, as real as the noticeable - and subsequently perpetual - mitigating to an expression once so worn with the burden of all forces, now at a gradual ascent towards betterment. And it’s only at her reciprocation that he utters a careful breath, its delivery bearing a certain shakiness to it, at risk to be misconstrued ( her penchant for observation does not fall on deaf ears, and it’s most certainly a facet of her he holds in complete and utter reverence ). But he disregards the likelihood, the thought at a speedy decline as he moves to pull away - not enough to divest either of the two apart but, rather, a lighter, less profound grasp.

    When he looks to her, there’s something different. Something not as noticeable but visible nonetheless for his sight to eventually catch.    ❝  You seem… different. Unsure of yourself, ❞    his outward presuming is liable to tread a trove not yet ready to be unshrouded - and if not that, it still remains to be cause for concern. He lifts a palm, 𝑪𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑼𝑺, hesitant as he traces the skin of her arm,    ❝  What are you thinking about? ❞

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@mercylead​         ‵ we’ll never be those kids again. ′

     𝑵𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹.   But he’s curbing his tongue from voicing his assent, reluctance manifesting that belief through a furrowing brow and steady frown - unavoidable. And unavoidable it is, indeed; for how long it’s been, he wonders between a careful back and forth of the empty glass at his fingers to Daniel’s generally reticent expression, since the one seated before him last came face to face with any semblance of peace, any satisfaction at aspects in his life?    ❝ No. We won’t, ❞    𝑰𝑻'𝑺 𝑨𝑳𝑴𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹, how it leaves the quiet knelling of a buzzed haze.    ❝  — But that doesn’t have to be a bad thing. ❞

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@gotmaried​         “I’m sorry I can’t tell you more right now.”

     ❝ Don’t, ❞    he says through a sigh, low-pitched, mild in force. Weariness is pinching at the skin of his nose. The persistence of a particularly unshakable headache remains steadfast in spite of her coming to; where relief should be, to take solace in her speedy recovery, there’s nothing but frustration, more and more frustration - that, and a certain breed of bewilderment that boils his blood even more so. He’s always known the  𝑳𝑬 𝑫𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑬𝑺  weren’t exactly the most archetypal family, their dynasty fortuitous with a past of riches and fortune and indecipherable mysteries, but never did he quite anticipate the sheer lunacy that would ensue mere hours after his leaving. An estate set aflame, engulfing architecture, stifling greenery until it inevitably breathes in its unalterable demise.

     ❝ What matters is you’re here, ❞    𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑬 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑼𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑰𝒁𝑬𝑫, the latter of which he can only assume regrettably, but alive at the very least. Living, breathing. Testament to a paramount strength.    ❝ You're alive. How are you feeling? ❞

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if a post-tros ben ever crafted a new saber, it would be yellow - yellow with a slight orange tint.

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rb'ing this post bc it's relevant but i aim to write proper posts about ben's possible new lightsaber and his general experiences in making his previous ones, his speech and mannerisms and how they differ from kylo ( and go into detail on those too ), ben's time in the jedi temple, and maybe more but!!