#is this a starter

[selfdcstructed-archive]

punches anti in the face.

                                      @defectiveanarchy

[lclawrites]

⁽   ᶜˡᵒˢᵉᵈ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳ   ⁾ ⇁ @fivscos​.

          the same used bag, stained shirt and goofy smile formed what was axel, eyes glimmering in excitement as he knocked at the other's door at four in the morning. one would say that the man was definitely on something, irises lightly dialeted and hands trembling, but it was just pure excitement; no, drugs would never cross his mind if it wasn't caffeine, of course. his knuckles crashed against the door over and over again, but his frame stepped back in common sense as the other would be frightened if she saw such closeness "⇁open up ! sleeping is for the weak ! "

[noblehigh]

ofmorninlight replied to your post “brian is really sad y’all idk what’s going on :/”

he needs to get laid.

ofmorninlight replied to your post “brian is really sad y’all idk what’s going on :/”

at least Kris felt like saying that

he hates him.

[faithstruck-blog1]

byeong   :   daydreams  about  hyeon.

i wish you’d stay with me forever   .   //   @faithtale

[bewarethewolfarmy]

Three Lokis, a toddler, the Big Bad Wolf, a cyborg, a 3000 year old knight and a woman who could jump dimensions all sat around a table playing poker.

The next table over the French hero Chat Noir sipped a milkshake, having been forbidden from playing poker. He kept winning. It was ruining the game.

[somethingspiteful]

“You can de-escalate any situation by simply saying, 'Are we about to kiss?' Sadly, it doesn’t work for getting out of speeding tickets.”

[lazarusaffect-blog]

dusty stars and dustier dreams.

@underztand

As per usual; Saludi’s cantina reeks of p’chab. You could always tell who was new to Coruscant’s underworld by who was smoking that shit. Jason scoffs at himself through another drag of rotgut. Was he any different? Buying cheap Dreamdust and diluted Gylocal from some indebted Slythmonger. 

Fuck why was he even still here? He’d finished his assignment hours ago, it'd been a simple dead drop, there wasn’t anything left for him on this planet. Still, he kept glancing to the doors. hoping, deep deep down, that a familiar face would come through. Anyone, really, to remind him that he’s real. To remind him that he’s flesh and blood and bone and not just endless space and the cold bite of his saber’s hilt. 

Anyone but him, of course. He’d played out that reunion in his head a hundred times, and then a thousand more. Sometimes he likes to imagine bloodying Bruce’s nose, but in his darkest, most pathetic moments, he imagines his master welcoming him home with open arms. 

                                   ...Master..home...

The words are acid on his tongue and Jason spits them out. Replaces them with the last swig of what might just be x-wing fuel. 

“Menri we both know this aint noonian.” Jason’s drawled complaint earns nothing but a laugh from the young Togruta woman before she turns to fill his glass, “Well, princess, if you wanted a Green Galaxy you’d have to take your lily ass upstairs.” 

“If I didn’t know better I’d think that was an invitation.” His tease sound distant to his own ears, Menri’s barking laughter further still, there’s something that keeps pulling his focus lately. Flares of copper and gold in the fog of the force. This erratic ringing of bells. It’s not threatening. Not yet, just unfamiliar.

Jason pushes the ale to the side and grabs his duster, he’s spent more than enough nights passed out in these alleys. “Stop in to see me, okay?” Menri reaches out to brush her fingers over his knuckles and he returns a smile. He wishes she’d get the fuck out of here already. Suck it up and go back to Shili, make up with her parents and do something with her life. But the firmness in those grass green eyes reminds him that that topic is no longer up for discussion. Instead he simply says, “Always.” 

Jason wastes no time leaving the establishment, stepping over an unconscious Rodian and a splatter of what is either blood or Saludi’s experimental malt. Once boots hit broken cobbled road, he shakes the smoke from his coat and heads east. Needs to get off this damn planet. Needs to refocus, needs to get it together. Needs the void of the outer rim.

And there’s that damn ringing again. Metallic flashes behind stormy blue eyes near blinding in the dark of the alley way. A string of curses drip from his lips as he does his best to seperate himself from it. 

Fast footsteps and faster breaths catch his attention. His left hand slips to his belt, fingers tracing over familiar steel as he looks up- and then down. He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting. A Codru-ji with a debt to settle, a bounty hunter who hadn’t done their homework maybe, but this? Her? Certainly not. 

She’s beyond petite. Five foot nothing, clean kept, clothes well sewn and spotless, certainly not a down world-er. Dark hair sweeping her shoulders and hazel eyes......familiar. 

“You’re not from here.”