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independent, selective, and mutually exclusive KANAN JARRUS from disney XD's star wars: rebels. mostly canon divergent with occasional adaptions. as narrated by elijah. established march 1st, 2015. /

[spectredeux]

HERE IS THE REPEATED IMAGE OF THE LOVER DESTROYED. // there are stories about boys who are like candles and like wildfires, burning too brightly to last longer than a few hours at best, and the voice in your head makes you think yours is one of thousands just like it. the voice tells you that you will be alone always and then you will die. the truth is this: you will die. you will die like every other being that has ever roamed any earth, that has ever looked at any stars, that has ever breathed and lived and laughed and loved. you will die, like everyone before you and everyone after you, and you will die alone as they will all die alone. but you will not live alone. you are the image of the lover destroyed, and you are the image of the tabernacle reconstructed, brick by brick by brick.  written by elijah. autoplay enabled. 

[dumewolfa]

              my eyesight is poor, physically and otherwise. i have this vague vision of tangerines bleeding into blue green skies. some sort of merging, colors, textures, clear and pristine but elusive. i have no idea what i’m going on about but i know it is important.   /   indie kanan jarrus. as told by elijah. do not reblog to personals !

[dumewolfa]

              my eyesight is poor, physically and otherwise. i have this vague vision of tangerines bleeding into blue green skies. some sort of merging, colors, textures, clear and pristine but elusive. i have no idea what i’m going on about but i know it is important.   /   indie kanan jarrus. as told by elijah. do not reblog to personals !

[spectrefive-movedagain-deactiva]

sorry if i complain about ezra a lot it’s just that,,,, i hate ezra 

[spectrefive-movedagain-deactiva]

hey man i’m just sayin like,,, if sabine was kanan’s padawan? he’d still have his damn eyesight ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[spectrefive-movedagain-deactiva]

anyway, sabine and kanan teach each other languages. :)

[flurgburgler]

let him rest

[spectrefive-movedagain-deactiva]

hi, wren here !!!  tumblr decided it’d be a great idea to delete my blog ( again ), so i’m back again, with a shiny new blog for sabine wren. if you could spread the word & like/reblog this so i could check you out that’d be great? thanks !!!

[jaigsight-a]

find me here.

[fairyroses]

About what happened… I’m sorry for it. For everything, Kanan. It wasn’t your fault. I never blamed you, Ezra. It’s time for you to forgive yourself.

          Yes, Master.

[jaigsight-a]

now, this isn’t the type of thing i would normally post on tumblr, but today is very special, and i thought it would be sweet to immortalize the moment. 

today is the eight year anniversary of the day i asked @pilotsight to be my girlfriend. it’s been eight very strong years together - not without their ups and downs, of course, no relationship is without those. but the most important part of getting the opportunity to love her and be loved in return for so very long, is that she’s supported me through everything, even from 443.0 miles away. she’s been there with me through moments that i can’t even begin to delve into. things that i, in no way, would have been able to deal with alone. she’s the optimism to my naturally pessimistic outlook on life and she makes me better.

we don’t get to see each other in person very often. in fact, we haven’t had one of our ‘summer trips together for two weeks’ in a couple years, and while that’s devastating for both of us, we know when that happens again? it’ll be even more special. we’ve kept this relationship as strong as ever from a distance for eight years and nothing in the world could ever hurt that. between photos sent, texting every minute of the day, spending our nights together on aim just talking about random shit, watching our favorite youtubers together, and playing games + mics at 5am... we’ve been together, just in other ways.

while she’s my girlfriend, she’s also my best friend - she’s always been my best friend, the most important part of my world, and the most important person in my life. i’m lucky to know her, even if we weren’t dating, having her in my life has just made it better. having the opportunity to make her happy for the rest of our lives together? well, that’s just an added bonus. 

so, jessica, thank you. can you believe we’re this close to ten years? ten years of making you smile and protecting you from everything i possibly can. you’ve been the best thing to ever happen to me - i, honestly, do not know what i’d do without you, and frankly, i hope i never have to find out. no, i know i’ll never have to find out. thank you for loving me. thank you for allowing me to love you. 

happy anniversary, you mean the world to me... i love you to the moon and back.

[jaigsight-a]

CHOP.

             stealth was unfortunately unbecoming for the droid ( joints needed a bit of oil, he made a note to pester hera later ) especially when it came to those that knew him ‒ and his owner ‒ best. keeps firm to the illusion that he hadn’t been caught yet until kanan speaks. robotic arms wave for a moment, settle in a mimicry of hands on hips. a series of whirs and robotic mutterings follow.

           « what makes you think i’m here for that? » lies poor ( knows there’s a .96 chance he’d get caught anyway ), posture seems almost to droop a moment after. arms retract as he bumps against kanan’s side « are you sure? »

the ground elicits a soft vibration, a noise that couldn’t be heard unless you had to hear it  ——  unless sound had been the one and only thing you could rely on to navigate anymore. had the droid’s creaking joints not given him away, the jedi is certain he would have noticed his presence long before binary met his ears. kanan and chopper had been together for as long as he and hera had been  (  that week on gorse, horrible, yet leading him here. maybe not all bad.  )  six and a half years to grow adjusted and get along.

the early steps of their relationship was a bunch of chopper banging into his shins when he got too close to hera... protective. leaving bruises underneath pant legs. how vastly different things had been now. not just between them, or the atmosphere of the ghost  ——  no, so much more than that. 

a soft exhale, form leaning to bump the droid in return. shoulder to metal with enough force to actually nudge him though not to knock him off balance. the man turns despite the lack of vision  (  an instinct, head always craning towards the source of noise,  )  and for a moment, the scars across eyelids burn beneath his mask, brows knitting just above. phantom pain.   ❝  ——  the only time you do something you’re supposed to do, is when hera tells you to do it. so yes, i know that’s why.  ❞   he doesn’t answer the second question, he doesn’t need to. no matter how much he denied the help, he’d still get it.

[wordsnquotes]

Scars speak more loudly than the sword that caused them.

Paulo Coelho, Manuscript Found In Accra (via wordsnquotes)

[lotldraws]

been drawing a lot of lothcats and watching a lot of brooklyn nine nine

[jaigsight-a]

hera.

Nervous didn’t cover it. Admittedly, she was terrified. Hera didn’t get scared often. Not many things made her truly afraid. The only exception to that being the thought of anything happening to Kanan. Those thoughts were her nightmares. But this? Was different. This was meeting the most important, most influential woman in Kanan’s life and hoping she would approve not only of Hera herself, but of the two of them being together.

“Blue and green? Lovely. Do I look like a supernova?”

She could only compare what she was feeling to watching the way Kanan had reacted to meeting her father. Except in her eyes, the way he was acting that day had been adorable. Where she was pretty certain she just looked insane.

it would be endearing  (  and incredibly cute,  )  to see her so out of her normal head space, if he wasn’t afraid she was actually going to hyperventilate over this entire situation. large hands are placed upon lithe shoulders, offering a gentle, comforting squeeze to both as his head ducked down to meet her eyes. so big, so green, so warm in the light of their shared space. she looked uncertain but still just as captivating as always. 

❝  well, y’know what they say  ——  supernovas are a beautiful sight to behold.  ❞   smooth, jarrus...  certainly better than the various one-offs he’d tried to woo her with back in the asteroid belt so many years ago. he understood this nervousness, this anxiety  (  akin to his own feelings upon meeting cham  )  and he would never make light of that. 

he does, however, lean in further, arms wrapped around her then, lips to her forehead.   ❝  find your balance.  ❞   voice nothing but a whisper, soft inhales through his nose as his palm rubs her back in a gentle up and down motion. 

[jaigsight-a]

hera.

“Do you think she’ll actually like me?”

       ❝  yes, now take some breaths. you’re turning blue on me.  ❞   compassion, a very important trait of the jedi:  his master hadn’t disliked easily, not even those she fought against. not even after the end. that aside, there’s no way anybody could actually dislike hera  ——  not with her twinkling eyes, shining smile, and glowing personality. 

[jaigsight-a]

this is absolutely horrible and out of the blue but when you decide things for your muse do you call them headkanans

i ‘ M GO ONAN K ER MI T.