reckless.

&& darling, don’t you remember? we’ve fought this fight before. we’ve seen this battle a hundred times. we’ve stood on the same battlefield, spilled the same blood, wrought the same destruction, heralded the same apocalypse—and we’ll do it again a thousand times. canon-divergent jyn erso; private, low-activity.

[fragmentedink-archived]

Get up.

Get up.

Get up.

You are not done. You have to go on, you have to keep standing.

This war is not done, and you are not done fighting.

So get the hell back up.

[recaption]

[chuckhansen]

For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse.

[taliasburns]

[dvoyd]

“I don’t know the words to say, so I choose not to say them. I don’t know the emotions to feel, so I choose not to feel them. I don’t know the people to love, so I choose not to love them. I don’t know the life to lead, so I choose not to lead one.”

— standing still at a standstill | m.a.w

[agentbreedlove]

[partisanos-a-deactivated2025010]

                  𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄                               𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

[shonebright]

Jyn, I think, never knew the effect she had on others - never realized the intensity of her own humanity or the presence she brought to a room. She was, as expected, troubled and quarrelsome; she was also impossible to ignore or forget.

In her short life, she had seen relentless hardship and become hard herself. But her fire shone bright.

It’s become fashionable in some quarters to claim Jyn Erso went to Scarif intending to die a martyr - that she realized she had lost everything and chose her path by its inevitable end. I will dispute this claim until my own dying days. I think Jyn fully recognized who she was and sought a way to channel her best and worst impulses, her darkest moments and her brightest, toward a cause worthy of her true incandescence.

In a kinder universe, she would have walked away from Scarif.

I cannot imagine who she would have become, but I think she would have been extraordinary.

I am grateful I knew her, no matter how short the time.

               — “Unpublished Reflections on Jyn Erso”, from the personal files of Mon Mothma

[infpisme]

I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.

Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via infpisme)

[gurrillero-a-deactivated2025010]

                            𝐒𝐎𝐘  𝐋𝐎  𝐐𝐔𝐄  𝐒𝐎𝐁𝐑𝐎  𝐃𝐄  𝐋𝐀  𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐀                                𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙧 — 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘷𝘢𝘭 

[shonebright]

SCARIFD.

          bodhi  gives  a  jerky  nod  in  the  affirmative,  even  if  he  isn’t  sure  he  is  all  right.  he  doesn’t  know  what  bor  gullet  is  -  was?  -  exactly,  but  he  knows  what  it  did.  what  it  was  meant  to  do.  his  fingers  shake  in  her  grasp  -  a  gentle,  continuous  tremor,  one  that  hasn’t  stopped  since  he  came  back  to  himself  in  that  cell.  bodhi  hadn’t  truly  noticed  it  until  now,  with  her  hands  holding  to  his  one.  “yeah,”  he  replies,  looking  at  her  for  a  long,  quiet  moment.  what  did  it  take?  he  doesn’t  know,  yet.  everything,  maybe,  if  his  memories  keep  eroding  like  they  already  have.  or  maybe  just  clarity.

          “it  was  -  meant  to  …  check.  see  my  mind,  my  memories  make  -  make  sure  i  wasn’t  lying,  see  if  i  was  telling  the  truth,  but  it  -  saw  gerrera  said  it  takes  peoples  minds.  it  was  in  -  in  my  thoughts,  and  now  it’s  …  they  aren’t  -  right.”  there’s  something  unforgettably  wrong  about  something  other  than  himself  seeing  his  mind  -  his  memories  -  the  quiet  moments  and  the  frightful  ones,  and  leaving  pieces  of  itself  behind.

IT’S NOT THE SAW SHE KNEW,   but it sounds like something the saw he’d become would do.   on wrea he’d been angry and bitter and ready to spit fire at anyone who’d looked at him like they might betray him one day—she has no doubt that he’d arm himself with something that could reveal a person’s truths whether they’re willing or not and there’s nowhere to hide in your own mind.   not really.

it’s not guilt that creeps up the back of her throat.   she’s not sure what it is, acidic and upsetting where it settles under he tongue.   saw is the one to blame for bodhi sitting in front of her the way he is now, but he’s not alone in his guilt.   galen did this, too.   the empire.   the rebels.   he’s another victim of something bigger than himself that reached down into the darks of obscurity to pull him into a battle he didn’t need to fight and now he’s paying for it more than most would, more than those higher in rank than him ever would.   it’s not fair.

she squeezes his hand.   “i’m sorry.” a murmurs, trying hard to sound sincere—she’s not sure she succeeds, she’s forgotten how real people actually speak to each other.   “you didn’t deserve that.”

[gehwalt-moved-deactivated202201]

GERALT OF RIVIA / WRITTEN BY RED / BOOK + GAME INFLUENCE

[evakvigmohns-deactivated2020111]

BUZZFEED UNSOLVED SENTENCE STARTERS

i’m going to go ahead and cut you off right there, because i don’t give a shit.

what the fuck, is all i have to say to that.

i was born in the darkness

you have a very different definition of fun

do you think we’re gonna die here tonight?

let’s get the fuck out of here

can you even look at least a little bit worried?

oh, you’ve out dumbed yourself.

you do what you gotta do and i’ll do what i gotta do.

if you don’t believe then there’s nothing for you to be afraid of, right?

when’s the last time you ever walked into the dark woods?

give me a heads up if you start to feel murderous, i would appreciate that

one of these times we’re gonna die

i just heard a scream

well, if we just make it seem like we’re in on it, like… we’re here for the cult stuff

we’re here for the cult stuff, we saw the ad on craigslist!

you need to chill, you need to chill out

as we snuff these candles so too do we snuff you from this mortal world, you fucking wimp

you know what? i’m not trying to scare you, but i got a bad feeling about this one

you wanna play? let’s fucking play

do try to kill me

are you even human?

sound like a fair deal?

[gurrillero-a-deactivated2025010]

                             𝐒𝐎𝐘  𝐋𝐎  𝐐𝐔𝐄  𝐒𝐎𝐁𝐑𝐎  𝐃𝐄  𝐋𝐀  𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐀                                  𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙧 — 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘷𝘢𝘭

[shonebright]

DEGUERRILLA.

      Cassian vaguely remember reading on a file, a lifetime ago. Jyn’s father had tried to be a farmer, that hadn’t worked out either, had it? There was no running away, there was no hiding, because there was no place in the galaxy untouched by the Empire, whatever free worlds still existed were running on borrowed time. 

      “I have no idea how farming works,” he let out a chuckle, then it tainted as a thought sunk into his brain. He really didn’t know much of anything other than being a soldier, a spy. All his life, that was all he did with it. He had no stories about a father teaching him how to run the family business, of getting in trouble at school, of playing with other kids, being taught how to run the family business. His family business had been war, and all he was thought circled around it. “I could fix droids,” he ventured, more as a challenge to his own thoughts than an actual proposition. “I’m really good at it.” No one taught him that, that one he got on his own.

MORE DISTANCE BETWEEN THEM AND THEIR PAST   and she might have actually laughed.   the wound was still too raw to find it funny now, but sometime, looking back, it might actually be.   it was ironic, as if her story came full circle to this moment somehow, and she half-wondered, as she often did, if she would have found her way to this point even if she hadn’t made the choices she had.   was this inevitable?   if she hadn’t lied and promised she could fix a droid to gain passage on a ship, would she be standing here today?

what point really made the difference?

it begged the question of what kind of impact the decisions she made now would have further down the road.   she’d done her part, played the role they’d demanded of her, and she could go far more easily than she could stay.   for once someone hadn’t lied to her: she could go.   she had her freedom.   he could go, too, but she knew that even with all he’d given them already he wasn’t done with the fight.   he hadn’t yet found his freedom, if he ever would.   perhaps that was the point of death:   an honourable way out.

she bit her tongue against what she really wanted to say, chose the easy reply instead of genuinely pushing him further.   that wouldn’t end well for either of them.   “you’re being quite generous if kay-tu is your metric for really good, aren’t you?”

[introvertunites]

[ladiscutee]

You do care. You care so much it’s eating you away. You hate the fact that you care so much but it’s the only thing you know how to do but you constantly lie to yourself just so you can get through the day.

//12:06. (via justanothern0thing)