May 8, 2017
he used to call me poison like i was poison ivy i could have died right there ‘cause he was right beside me
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he used to call me poison like i was poison ivy i could have died right there ‘cause he was right beside me
you had a vision they couldn’t see so they put you down, but everything that you said would happen, it came around.
saintskywalker replied to your post “spn 1-5 > the x files”
Why would you say this ��
well you wouldn’t agree w this. obviously!
NO HATE TO TXF. my post was prompted by all the classist anti-spn posts coming from txf fandom as well as accusations of spn stealing everything from them. which i really really disagree with. what a superficial comparison lol.
saintskywalker replied to your post “why does dean always smell like gun or motor oil in fics? what does he...”
Like when women in fics always taste like cherries... Dean should smell like hair products imo
right, YES. also he collects soaps from all the places they stay at. he pretends it’s for practical reasons but secretly indulges in that shit. the more flowery the better.
@saintskywalker
✦ An Apocalyptic Dream
Her eyes had been set to stare out the viewport as she watched the neverending green and blue that encompassed the serene hue of her planet grow smaller and smaller.
It bothered her that she sat with forced contentment, her exit from her beloved home not of her choice. But it was, she’d walked aboard the transport ship independently, and above all else, willingly.
She just couldn’t fathom why. She hadn’t wanted to, yet she vocalized her agreement in leaving, her limbs having moved elegantly in their desired direction.
Ohhh, but she knew. She knew the solemnly clad figures and their art. It had always been spoken of in ( hushed whispers ) cautionary tales, tales that even surpassed the child tales of fantasies gone wrong.
Again so smoothly they spoke and she responded ( but it felt detached,something she certainly wouldn’t agree to ), signing her name on some intergalactic document- legal throughout all systems in the galaxy.
Everything would be provided for , she would just have to wait. “ I will wait.” She responded, this forced contentment unnerving and unwanted.
//MY FAVE EP! I HEART DONNA NOBLE SOOOOOO EFFING MUCH!!!!
((DONNA NOBLE IS AMAZING. I LOVE HER.
"die"
Send "die" for a drabble of my muse dying
Aniasis was done. She was old, she was sick, and she was tired. She was ready to die. She lingered in a state between consciousness and unconsciousness, death and life in the bed she once shared with her husband. His scent had long since vanished from the linens and pillows.
Aniasis was tethered to machines as her husband once was, although hers were temporary, immobile and external. No one expected her to last much longer. Her light weight respirator was changed out to a heavy duty one as her lungs began to falter more and more. A heart and blood pressure monitor beeped faithfully in the background, both becoming slower and fainter. She was still on a feeding tube and IV hydration. The IV also provided pain management and sleep, but she wished that she had made it known that she did not want any life prolonging procedures or equipment. She was done.
Surrounded by family, friends and hospice workers, the only thing she was truly frightened of was whether or not she would see Lord Vader...Anakin, on the other side. Would his spirit be in the same place as hers? He was Force Sensitive and she was not. Would that separate them? Would he be too busy doting on Padme that he never turned a blind eye to her?
She heard a med droid read her vitals out and either Mira or Eri burst into tears. Everything sounded as though she was underwater and sound was from above her. All she had to do was let go, to sink lower and lower until there was nothing left of her.
With a sigh, Lady Aniasis Vader died at 83 standard years from complications of oxygen toxicity.
Her death was announced to the galaxy, it’s citizens looking with either mild interest or morbid glee.
Sith whore!
Imperial Scum!
They called her. She was one of the last remnants of the Empire, a reminder that he existed. She fallen out of the galaxy’s good graces as the Empire did.
Aniasis was interred in her family’s mausoleum, with her parents, older siblings and grandparents. Draped around her body was one of her husband’s black capes. She almost looked peaceful.
//You are so BEAUTIFUL! *heart thumps outta chest* <3_____<3
Oh my gosh thank you! You are so sweet! *hugs*