#goldlightsaber

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top five ships!!

an impossible ask, truly, but i'll try! i go through phases, so this is probably more accurately a "top five current ships" but! in no particular order:

reylo

kastle

zutara

daemyra

jonsa

ask me my top five anything

[oberynmartell]

girly i gotta know what you thought of TLOU if you have watched it yet... brought back memories of reading a pedro pascal (mando?) fic i think you wrote? hope you're doing all right!

GODDDD I LOVE THAT MAN!!! i rlly need to return to my mando/pedro writing era

[engagemachine]

4, 5 and 19!!! not to hog a bunch of questions 👀 ☀️ 💛

4. Movie of the year?

2021 marks the year I finally went back to the movie theater (previously, the last film I had seen in theaters was Birds of Prey!!!) and while I only saw a handful of new releases, I did end up watching a couple new Netflix drops. However, there were still a lot of movies on my list this year I didn't get to see, including DUNE, which kills me. My top film for 2021 was probably No Time to Die or Black Widow.

5. TV show of the year?

2021 was the year of comfort TV shows, and I mostly rewatched old favorites (Mindhunter seasons 1 and 2 three times in a row, anyone?). I will say I did finally finish The Good Place this year, if that counts, which was a delightful experience and the ending made me bawl like a BABY. I love that show so much.

19. What are you excited about for next year?

GRADUATING!!!!!!!! Oh my gosh.

[southbaystarwars]

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and….top five tv shows 👀

another tough one! in no particular order:

sons of anarchy

the punisher

the borgias

avatar: the last airbender

leverage

ask me my top five anything

[engagemachine]

hey heyo! ;) happy v day! i was just thinking how one of my fave lines from anything you’ve written is “oh, i believe in god. it’s god who doesn’t believe in me” (i think i got that mostly right from memory?). what are some of your fave quotes of anything you’ve written (or anything others have written if you prefer!)? :)

Happy late Valentine’s Day, honey!! Thanks for this ask. That is definitely one of my favorite things I’ve ever thought up. It’s so perfect given the context of the story and some of things that Jack struggles with throughout the course of WWJD.

Okay, so after clarifying this ask with you and checking whether you wanted paragraphs from my stories and not strictly just lines of dialogue, I’ve compiled a small list of some of my favorite things I’ve written (just because the list would be much longer if it were paragraphs I was picking that others had written!) 

From Chapter Eleven of Blackout

Just a man, but perhaps a monster too, or perhaps an urgent convergence of the two, something given birth to in the dark, something that nobody had wanted, that had been left to rot upon the doorstep. Perhaps that was the real genesis of his story, cast out upon the fringes of society, into the weeping, bloody periphery. Forced to bleed out in the wasteland, only, he had blossomed instead, needy and insistent, blooming into something hungry. Something terrible.  

From Chapter Three of Burn

Deep, cavernous sobs, ones that feel like they’ve been dredged up from beneath layers and layers of soil, the kind of sobs that are born in the soft underbelly of rotten earth, where living things go to die. 

From Chapter Seven of Distorted

Back on the interstate, the roads were empty, lit only by the glow of creamsicle orange street lamps. She watched the shadows fall across the dash and slide over Jack’s face, watched everything fade to black in a pocket of darkness as they drove beneath an overpass, only for the light to return a moment later. There was almost something hypnotic about the swaying of the light, a calming sort of lull; the drone of the smooth pavement beneath the car, the cocoon-like warmth of being completely in the dark, even if just for a second.  The ripple in the pavement when they changed lanes, or drove over a pothole.

From Chapter Five of Burn (not yet posted)

Shame cocoons itself around her, hot and vice-like—just like it did back then—until she can feel nothing else, until she just wants to sink into the floor, dissolve into a puddle right there in front of him, let the linoleum soak her up. She has to look away, unable to bear the weight of his repulsion.

From Part V of JK

She doesn’t want to be alone. Not right now. She wishes more than anything he would just beckon her closer, maybe pull her into some kind of embrace, even if it’s malicious. Put your hands around my neck again, she thinks, wildly. Bend me over your knee. Punish me. 

God, please. She’d take anything.  

She squirms in the doorway and gnaws on the inside of her cheek, wishing she could find some way to voice this feeling, this desperation that has so carefully sunk its teeth into her and will not let go. She knows it’d sound pathetic to him. Weak.

She doesn’t know where this acute need for skin on skin comes from, but it’s a need so feverish and hurried it blooms inside her like a cancer, metastasizing at an alarming rate. She just wants to be close to him. Enveloped.

She wishes, maybe, that he could swallow her whole so that she might just live inside him. She could slither down, over his palate, down the warmth of his throat, recede into his crevices, fill up the hollows of his insides, his lungs, make herself a home inside his organs and bones. She could bask in the heat of him from the inside. She’d be safe, there. Untouchable. Only his. It could be their little secret. No one had to know. She could slip out only when it is safe, only when she has to. A necessary regurgitation.

Finally, this poem, which I wrote several months ago

I am this shade,

the color of starvation.

This thing that hungers, pulsing with sharp need.

Oh, God. Give me.

[engagemachine]

@goldlightsaber hitting me with some quality Adam Driver Content before bed. Damn.

Damn.

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