#avenrue

[thejgatsbykid]

avenrue replied to your post “Me in the engineering library at 11pm: damn don’t y'all ever rest go...”

engineers are cryptids that live between the hours of 10 PM and 5 AM

I mean ur not WRONG

[lornadoone]

Movie: Gone Girl

never seen | want to see | terrible | boring | okay | good | great | a favorite

I can’t believe I haven’t seen this yet! probs because i know what happens but still

[sjwcop]

avenrue replied to your post: REEEEEEEEEEE TAG UR FUCKING ROGUE ONE SPOILERS...

I’m doing it for you and the countless others

Youre good. its some other people who’re driving me up a river.

[savageandwise]

@avenrue followed me ♡♡♡ reading Ja'ak right now...

[futurerustfuture-dust]

so don’t fight me now ‘cause you might need me later.

He’d sought out the girl from Jakku, the small scavenger who fought tooth and nail to survive, feeling her connection to the Force as it surged around her and flourished as she did, even within the desert. They’d thought to hide her from him in the Outer Rim, that he’d never deign to look for her, but what use was a map to Skywalker when he had the next best thing among his Knights of Ren? She needed a teacher, someone who understood what it was to be alone, to be irritated with the lot that life had tossed her, and he was more than eager to step up and fill that gap. 

@avenrue said Knights of Ren!Rey and I jumped at the chance to make an Aesthetics post about it. 

[reassambled-dragoon]

"Would you want to live forever, 'Stasia? Also. Guns or bows? Lay this argument to rest for me." -Rue

"DAMN IT, WHY CAN’T YOU STAY DEAD?! Psychotic creeper-bitch…" Stasi huffs and crosses her arms. "Bows, of course, though guns might possibly have a marginally-better range. The fact that one gunshot will ruin your position isn’t really worth it—plus the damn things hurt my ears. As for immortality? Eh. If it means losing my soul and sanity to some god, forget it. At some point, I’ll see all that’s worth seeing anyway, and all that’ll be left is boredom."

[evanrue]

Saman’thiel Duskflame,

We’re coming up on the anniversary of the day we received that letter—as winter surges and spring quickens. While that date is so very far away, your absence has left us reaching for the writing desk or scanning through a registry. Only when we find the absence of your name, we are left sobered. Whether it be at the table, or in the quiet of our evenings, the void is a sad reminder that for as long as the centuries may drag on, words will not revive you.

Our race, long lived as we are, has become accustomed to the tense changes of she is to she was, marking the passing between the lines. An old Quel’dorei passage reminds me of you.

You had come to that state where the horror of the universe and its smallness are both visible at the same time—the twilight of the double vision in which so many of our kind broker in our long age. If this world is not to our taste, well, at all events, there is the afterlife, the in between, and the void —one or other of those large things, that huge scenic background of stars, fires, blue or black air.

The letter that brought the news rests in a dovecote, gathering as much dust as possible in our effort to forget that you’re gone. Evan burned her own on arrival, insisting that its mere existence was a slur on your name.

But you are never gone. Not your ideals, your clever smile. As that author said, we can neither act nor refrain from action, we can neither ignore nor deny Infinity. She is you and you are given over to her, and we will meet you both in due course. Rest well, headmistress. Ancestors keep you.

We remain,

Rue D. and Taire R.

[evanrue]

Taire and Rue's reaction to being all official.

The rest of the free world.