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“I’ve had no energy for three days.”

EXTREMELY EXHAUSTED STARTERS

@spirekept

There’s really no reason for it to be instinctive, the way she turns and presses the back of her hand to his forehead, and yet, it is all the same. The gesture is unmistakable motherly, despite never having any children of her own.

[ Honestly, looking after Malta and Garr and Hondo and some of the others at OTS is probably children enough for anyone. ]

“Well, you’re not running a fever. Do you feel sick?”

“Or is this simply all of that neglected sleep and excessive stress catching up with you again?” she asks with a raised eyebrow and what might be the slightest hint of amusement.

#spirekept #|| the road lies before you || { v; main }#// I'd say sorry to Malta #// But I'm not sorry

justmorerpmemes

Extremely Exhausted Starters

“You. Rest. Now.”

“You took five steps and need to sit down again?”

“I’m absolutely fine, I just need to sit down.”

“I just need to sit-what do you mean I’m already laying down?”

“Your eyes aren’t focusing. Just close them for ten minutes.”

“Write one sentence on this piece of paper, and then I’ll let you up.”

“I just need a breather, that’s all. Maybe ten. No fifteen.”

“We’re both so exhausted we can’t even argue about not being exhausted.”

“When I said I needed five more minutes I meant it more like hours.”

“… no… I’m tired… let me sleep… I don’t want to get up.”

“We need to get out of the heat, you’re starting to look sick.”

“You can’t hide those shaking hands from me. You need to stop.”

“I’m just a little cold, I’m okay, really. Let me sit with a blanket or something.”

“Moving…? No I’m good thanks.”

“Gravity has a hold on me of which I have not the strength to break.”

“Was… was that actually there? That wasn’t there was it?”

“I’ve had no energy for three days.”

“You worked yourself so hard that you’ve been sentenced to three days of bed rest.”

“Listen I can… I can get up. It’s fine.”

“If we’re both in this state, we both really screwed up somewhere huh?”

“I have energy for exactly one more person of favourable standing, and going the hell to bed. With or without that person, bed is happening.”

“You’ve struggled to move anything for the last hour.”

“This is what happens when you over exert yourself.”

“You were almost dead from pushing it too far!”

“I went a little overboard sure… but I’m still alive. So shh.”

#memes #starters

mememaniamastermind

Send “Zzzz” for my muse’s reaction to yours falling asleep on them

Alternatively, send “Are you awake?” for my muse to fall asleep on yours

#memes #starters

LIKE THIS POST FOR A STARTER!

#|| out of compressors || { ooc }#// Gonna try to get El running again now that I've been back for a bit

maythememebewithyou

Casablanca ( Sentence Starters )

“Last night we said a great many things.”

“You said I was to do the thinking for both of us.”

“I’m saying it because it’s true.”

“You’ll regret it. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon, and for the rest of your life.”

“I heard a story once. As a matter of fact, I’ve heard a lot of stories in my time.”

“We’ll always have Paris.”

“I said I would never leave you.”

“If we stop breathing, we’ll die. If we stop fighting our enemies, the world will die.”

“I died young, of lung cancer.”

“Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.”

“Have you lost your mind?”

“You know how you sound? Like a man who’s trying to convince himself of something he doesn’t believe in his heart.”

“Welcome back to the fight. This time, I know our side will win.”

“I don’t want to shoot you, but I will if you take one more step!”

“Round up the usual suspects.”

“I like to think you killed a man. It’s the romantic in me.”

“What if you killed all of us? From every corner of ____, hundreds, thousands would rise up to take our places.”

“Here’s looking at you, kid.”

“Apparently you’re the only one in ____ with less scruples than I.”

“Realizing the importance of this case, my men are rounding up twice the usual number of suspects.”

“Are you planning on going to bed in the near future? You ever going to bed?”

“Go ahead and shoot. You’ll be doing me a favor.”

“Can I tell you a story, ____?”

“Under the circumstances, I will sit down.”

“You know, ____, I have many friends in ____, but somehow, just because you despise me, you are the only one I trust.”

“Why did you come back?”

“Why is there no other man in my life? That’s easy: there was. And he’s dead.”

“I stick my neck out for nobody.”

“You’re a very cynical person, ____, if you’ll forgive me for saying so.”

“I don’t buy or sell human beings.”

“Perhaps you have already observed that in ____ human life is cheap.”

“Serves me right for asking a direct question. The subject is closed.”

“Is that a serious offer?”

“I love you so much. And I hate this war so much.”

“Since no one is to blame, I demand no explanation.”

“Apparently you think of me only as the leader of a cause. Well, I’m also a human being. Yes, I love her that much.”

“____, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, but you are our last hope.”

“I’m sorry for asking, I forgot we said no questions.”

“I wish I didn’t love you so much.”

“I don’t mind a parasite, I object to a cut-rate one.”

“Isn’t it strange that you always happen to be fighting on the side of the underdog?”

“There’s something you should know before you leave.”

“With the whole world crumblings, we pick this time to fall in love.”

“____, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

“That was so long ago, I don’t remember.”

“I never make plans that far ahead.”

“Don’t you sometimes wonder if it’s worth all this? I mean what you’re fighting for.”

“I would advise you not to interfere.”

“You despite me, don’t you?”

“Where I’m going, you can’t follow. What I’ve got to do, you can’t be a part of.”

“And remember, this gun is pointed right at your heart.”

“That’s my least vulnerable spot.”

“Kiss me. Kiss me as if it were the last time.”

“Who are you really, and what were you before? What did you do and what did you think, huh?”

“We read five times that you were killed, in five different places.”

“I guess neither of our stories were very funny.”

#memes #starters

phantomemes

collection of prompts / starter sentences / what have you taken from private / unpublished works of poetry written by the blog moderator . feel free to change things ( such as pronouns ) as needed !

“ i finally recognize my own reflection ” “ these clothes cling to my body like cobwebs ” “ you left your body somewhere far behind ” “ you know it works every time , half the time , when you get lucky ” “ get the hell away from me ” “ the taste is regret ” “ you never learned to say you’re hurting without forcing someone to hurt with you ” “ you have the audacity to act surprised when your bridges burn ” “ you’re too old to still need a nightlight ” “ still scared of the dark ? ” “ you know them , or you don’t ” “ it doesn’t matter because they’re dead ” “ you’ll join them one way or another ” “ here’s how to relax your muscles ” “ i don’t bother telling anyone the results anymore ” “ they don’t bother asking ” “ i think someone switched the contents ” “ you spend so much time considering what it must be like to be someone else that you forgot to consider what it must be like to be someone at all ” “ i don’t know what to say ” “ you are either a fool or a genius or maybe both ” “ for once i feel like maybe i’m not letting anybody down ” “ he doesn’t believe you ” “ i can’t tell if there’s something wrong or normal with me ” “ the empty container of cup noodles digging into my side is almost pleasant ” “ let them take your place ” “ you are not a king nor were you ever one ” “ i am ready to go home ” “ your mother wept the first time she held you in her arms ” “ you are a miracle ” “ you are something damned ” “ there are not enough apologies in this world to make up for your closed casket funeral ” “ gods will always know the difference ” “ i want to ask my father if he was afraid ” “ maybe never getting to say goodbye is the closest you’re allowed to get to a blessing ” “ the gods will never know the sound of my forgiveness ” “ i just woke up here one morning ” “ i don’t know how to tell you i don’t know where she is ” “ there’s someone here who misses her ” “ i should just be able to bottle up my pain ” “ i feel as though i’m just here to disappoint ” “ if you look closely you can see the snakes shifting beneath the dirt ”

#memes #starters

corelliaforged:

It never got easy watching the reactions to his name. It should have. Everything about fame and admiration ought to have appealed to the old smuggler, but the fun had faded years before.

“And who’s HE?” For all that skill and expertise he admittedly possessed, few that had met Han ever sought to give that praise where it was rightly due. “Lady, I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, but it’s good to meet ya. I’m– Just call me Han, yeah? Ain’t no need for a damn red carpet here.”

There –– ‘ And who’s HE? ’ –– is the first sign of her faltering, the surprised delight retreating to something more subdued, more careful.

“Oh, it’s– He was, ah… He hired you once for transportation. It was a long time ago,” she says as though shrugging off the matter. It was a long time ago. Surely he wouldn’t remember every passenger he ever transported. Though, she suspects he would remember that one as it was supposedly what started him down a different path.

“But… Han. Yes, of course. You have my apologies.” A half-attempt at a smile. “I hadn’t meant to make a fuss. I suppose I was caught off-guard, and my surprise got the better of me.”

#corelliaforged #|| the road lies before you || { v; main }

mirumbellatrix:

“Protection I can do.” she replied with a grin, feeling a touch of relief, “Protection from pirates, I’m guessing?”

Or perhaps Imperials, which was even better, and worse. As much as Cara liked taking out Imperial troops, she also didn’t want to get captured by them. It was tricky.

There’s an almost amused light to her eyes at that question––protecting the cargo from pirates, yes, of course, and the humor of that is not lost on her. Though Hondo had never outright acknowledged his past, still he would say some things and she would look at him or chuckle as though she knew, though surely she was too young.

And absolutely she is.

Her grandfather on the other hand…

“Yes, pirates would most certainly be one of our concerns. Also the less… scrupulous competitors and all manner of other risks taken on when transporting anything of value these days.”

#mirumbellatrix #|| the road lies before you || { v; main }#// This has been years #// But here is your reply at last

kestiis:

The girl seemed uneasy - unwilling to answer, perhaps. Cal didn’t blame her. She didn’t know him and he certainly didn’t expect her to trust him just yet. Trust had to be earned, after all. Perhaps she was even afraid. Cal remembered the fear he had felt when he had his first psychometric episode. He’d never even heard of the ability until that point and he’d been afraid they’d think him crazy.

If that was what the girl was afraid of, he didn’t want her to be.

When she deflected the question, he didn’t push it. She could tell him when she was ready.

“Okay, lead the way,” he told her as he started after her. Most people would struggle to keep up, but along with his Jedi training, he’d managed more complicated - more dangerous - parkour back on Bracca and that was with a broken connection to the Force.

“This place you have in mind far?”

When he makes his way up onto the roof and asks her, she shakes her head.

“No. In fact, it’s right up here on this roof,” she answers, waving for him to follow her once more as she makes her way over to where some of the junk and scrap are piled.

She disappears right into it without hesitation, and as he turns the corner, he would notice that the stack is not so solid as it appears. Instead, he would find a doorway set into it––revealed by a sheet of metal that had been moved aside––and a single little room beyond it.

Of course, while she needn’t duck to get inside, he might. Once he has, however, she offers explanation.

“I come up here sometimes when I want to get away, or when the troopers are too dense in the streets…”

#kestiis #|| a daring adventure or nothing || { v; early years }

kestiis:

“I was. Still am I guess. Not that it means as much as it used to.” For a long time he hadn’t but a lot had changed since then. Cal had changed too. He’d grown stronger, both physically and emotionally. He no longer allowed himself to drown in the guilt he felt over the death of his Master. He was a Jedi Knight now too, thanks to Cere. He wasn’t sure how official that was since the Order was no more, but he felt like his Master would have been proud of him all the same.

He was quiet too, but there was nobody around to hear them. Still, he’d learned that you couldn’t be too cautious.

“He? Who is he?” He asked, becoming more and more certain that they were supposed to meet. It certainly made things easier. If she had been afraid or hadn’t believed in the Jedi…well, he wouldn’t have known what to do. Hell, he still didn’t know what to do. He’d been led there for a reason. To train her?

It was a Jedi’s duty to teach the next generation, after all.

“Is there somewhere we can talk?”

Who is he?

That question gives her pause and she looks away form him, perhaps a bit nervous. How could she explain to him who he was? If she could explain about that soft voice speaking to her or the occasional… vision? He is a Jedi, but… Would he think her crazy?

Trust the Force, Eliana. It will not mislead you.

“I think… Yeah. We should go somewhere else,” she answers, dodging the first question. This time when her gaze shifts again, she’s calculating, thinking, and then her face lights.

“I know just the place. Follow me.”

With no more preamble than that, she sets her broom aside and starts through an alley way to the narrow backstreets… She scampers her way onto a stack of crates and then up a drainage pipe to grasp the ledge and pull herself up onto the, more than a little cluttered and junky, rooftop.

And then she peeks back over to see if her new acquaintance will––or can––follow.

#kestiis #|| a daring adventure or nothing || { v; early years }#// Ellie does not know yet #// That Cal is basically a gymnast #// xdxd

kestiis‌:

The young man felt awkward. There he was, talking to a young girl who had absolutely no reason to trust him. She probably thought he was some sort of creep. He wasn’t exactly sure where to go from there. He hadn’t really thought about it. He’d just been following that…tug in the Force. He hadn’t expected to find a kid.

He supposed honesty was the best policy.

“My name is Cal. I’m a Jedi…or at least I used to be.”

Back when things made sense. Even years later, Cal hadn’t adjusted to this way of life.

“This probably sounds crazy but I’m pretty sure we’re meant to meet. I don’t know if you’ve heard of the Force, but I’m pretty sure it led me to you.” He raised a hand and a nearby rock began to float. “I think that the reason for that is that you’re Force sensitive. Back when the Jedi Order was still about, people like you would have been identified early and you’d have no doubt been trained as a Jedi.”

“Like I was. Things have changed though and if I could sense you, chances are the Inquisitors can too. That means you’re in danger.”

A Jedi! The Force! The Force had brought him here! It had led him to her!

“You were a Jedi?” she almost exclaims before looking around for anyone nearby to overhear.

Though she sees no one, still she lowers her voice and draws closer to him, her grip on the broom tightening a bit.

“He told me that someone would find me, but he said that for so long that I almost thought–– But you’re here! I can’t believe you’re really here!”

She hasn’t the faintest idea what an Inquisitor is but if that would mean danger…

#kestiis #|| a daring adventure or nothing || { v; early years }

weltenwellen

Heather Havrilesky, How to Be a Person in the World

#|| she believed in getting as much use as possible from everything || { about eliana }

ARCHETYPES QUIZ

RESULTS:

34% Caregiver

Friendly, sincere, and compassionate, the Caregiver finds their reward in helping others. No one could ask for a better best friend.

33% Intellectual

The Intellectual is the ultimate dinner-party guest. Engaging questions and thoughtful debate are their trademarks.

33% Visionary

Leave it to others to live by the status quo. The Visionary is interested in new ways of seeing, solutions not yet imagined, products not yet built.

Quiz can be found here for anyone else interested.

#|| she believed in getting as much use as possible from everything || { about eliana }

kestiis

@onlyalastresort

Cal wasn’t sure what led him there. A feeling, he supposed. The Force. His Master had told him to always trust in it so that was what he was doing. He allowed it to guide him under the knowledge that it was leading him to where he needed to be in that moment in time. He wasn’t expecting to find a child though – a girl only a few years older than he had been when Order 66 had been executed.

The Force. It was strong with her and there was no doubt in his mind that he had been led there to find her.

It was a Jedi’s responsibility to pass on their knowledge and train the next generation. The Jedi Order might be gone but that much didn’t change.

“Hey. Are you okay?”

onlyalastresort

She had been going about her day, as per usual, doing odds and ends work for some of the storeowners nearby. It’s brainless work, but, altogether, it’s enough to get by on her own. It pays for food, and one of the shopowners lets her sleep in a backroom. It could be a lot worse.

Having taken a pause in sweeping to catch her breath, she young girl startles at the voice suddenly addressing her, and she spins around to the source, eyes wide.

A man, pale and with reddish hair, much like her own.

“Me? Yes, I’m fine.”

A beat.

“… Who are you? And…”

Her brow furrows a bit, confusion and wariness quite evident as she so carefully watches the stranger.

“… why do you want to know?”

#kestiis #|| a daring adventure or nothing || { v; early years }#// Thanks for the starter!#// She's so suspicious xD

edgeineer‌:

‘‘ I DON’T THINK YOU’RE THAT OLD. i’m just….a bit of a wimp. and i’m used to the heat at this point, too. ’’

he should be doing his own work, but he’s too preoccupied with basking in the sun like a cat. it was just so warm, he couldn’t resist.

‘‘ oh i can’t tolerate cold. i complain and groan until my fingers turn blue. then i get sick and i’m out for a few days. ’’

At his comment that she’s not that old, she can’t help but snort, whether amused at the words or at the fact that he so quickly reassures her of that is left to interpretation. Regardless, her small smile remains as she looks up at him again, leaning on the outer frame for the engine and continuing to tease him.

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind. Just let me know first and I’ll try to craft something good to tell Hondo. Maybe I’ll even bring you some soup on my break and after work.”

#edgeineer #|| the road lies before you || { v; main }#// Sometimes #// She thinks he's the most ridiculous ever #// But she's fond of him regardless #// xD

edgeineer

“I don’t understand how you love this kind of weather so much.” || @onlyalastresort .

‘‘ I NEED HEAT TO SURVIVE. look at me and try and tell me i’d last long in any environment that’s not hot. i’d shiver until my little limbs fall off. ’’

onlyalastresort