#tornapcrt

[bettercause]

                                            ╭ @tornapcrt. ╮ 

                    ❝ -- you got me. ❞ 

       she spits the words out like her mouth’s filled with fire and she wants the flame to burn him, too, before she EXTINGUISHES it. she does not know WHY the first order has taken her ; the resistance no longer WANTS her, after all. she has nothing to give them, nothing to offer -- nothing they might USE. they must know -- they must -- that no matter what SIDE OF THE FORCE she chooses, she will never be their ALLY. she will give them nothing. why try this intimidation ? ------& ‘ try ’ is the right word. she is not AFRAID, not of them. she escaped the first order once ; she will do it again. ( this time, though, she knows no one is coming back for her. ) 

                    ❝ content yet ? happy ?                 have you taken what you wanted ? ❞ 

[acepilct]

cue excited fluttering, hands gesturing wildly as he looks to the other, a smile on his face. ' dad says uncle luke is comin' to visit! you know what that means? ' he leans in close, hands planted on poe's knees. ' more magic tricks! '

His friend’s excitement would’ve been infectious even if Poe WASN’T as thrilled about the news (which he was, of course). The curly haired boy’s face quickly LIGHTS right up, a smile spreading about from ear to ear as he bounces (a little), eagerly, “Really?? Ben, do you think he’ll have some new tricks to show us? -- I wonder if WE could do magic like that oneday, y’know when we’re older,” a hand reaches up to push some loose curls out of his face, brown eyes wide and bright, looking HOPEFULLY at his f r i e n d.

[spacehitlcr]

' I don’t want to lose you. '

            ❛ then i don’t need you to FIGHT against me . i need you to fight with me . i’m HERE for you . don’t you get that ? i want to support you . i-i want to be there for you . but if you don’t let me in . . . i don’t know how i can be there for you like i want to be . you’re not gonna lose me . never think you’re gonna lose me . ❜ a hand rested on the side of his face , feeling the cold skin against his pale fingers . a deep breath left his lips & a soft sigh followed . how could this have gone the lengths it did ? to the point where ben kylo felt as though edward hux would LEAVE him .

meme + ask

[strategus-blog]

@tornapcrt​

      Korriban belongs to the DEAD.

They whisper still, in tombs of stone, corrupting the crush of rust dyed rock with in eons of collective darkness. It is felt in the air, and in the ghost of the bones.  Ancient Sith Lords slumber in their mortal prisons, names scored from living memory by time and the razor grate of cutting drafts of sand.  Once, the galaxy trembled at their passing.

FREEDON NADD, NAGA SADOW, MARKA RAGNOS

They are shadows, and the vision of their infinite empire crumbled into so much dust.  What is their legacy, but forgotten battles and the touch of their phantoms within crumbling sarcophagi? 

Darth Revan has no tomb here, no moldering body subject to fetid desert heat and the rasp of ossified phalanges on stone.  Some may say no more remains of the Dark Lord than these lost kings, but her vision had always been m o r e.

She is the heart of the Republic, the heart of the Force.  She built her soul into its bones, broke it down to raise it up.  It is more because of her.  And only the dead remember.

She stands before the boy as though she always had, but one more graven statue among those that scar the whistling valley, an image among a thousand proud Sith. But only she breathes.

     ‘ The dead keep their secrets. You will not have them. ’

[spacehitlcr]

            if lost , return to hux  .                           i am hux .

                                     written by zam                                                              written by jax

[cptphasma-moved-blog]

u r sLAYING IT AS PHASMA MAN !!! HOLY CANOLI I AM IN LOVE. you show her strength and her attitude in such an inspiring way. your words ebb and flow with a beauty not everyone can muster and u make phasma a character to be reckoned with as she should be. you emphasise everything that makes her phasma and i think that it's just. amazing. gorgeous. brilliant, for lack of a better term. keep on doin' what you're doin' and putting kylo in his place xoxoxo

                      SAY NICE THINGS, I CANT RESPOND.

[toshootfirst-a]

HC + son cccc':

                                   SEND ME HC + WORD.

the pregnancy hadn’t really been planned, and while it would never be said directly to ben —— he was more of a happy accident ( keyword: happy, ) than anything else. though han would be lying through this teeth if he said he wasn’t twice as thrilled once he and leia were informed about just what they were having. 

a visit to the medcenter to make sure everything was coming along the way it should be, ended with han bursting through the waiting room doors ( with leia wobbling close behind ) and yelling in a very joyous tone, about how he was going to have a little boy. now, a daughter would have been loved just the same, but a son was more than han ever knew he wanted… 

and maybe it was a little too early to be planning on teaching the little one how to fly the falcon, but he’d compiled a list of so many plans, so many things he wanted to do with him, and teach him, immediately. it’s hard to say when those plans stopped being relevant, whether it was ben’s leave or even han’s demise —— but he was never able to cross every thing off that list.

[acepilct]

☆┊ @tornapcrt cont’d from here

He realizes (always too late) that he should probably have kept his mouth SHUT, but the pilot’s too hard-headed just to go along without some kind of fight. He feels he has to show he’s not afraid of the BIG BAD in the black mask -- even if he should be. Poe’s prepared to face whatever his fate may be, but he’s not going down without a FIGHT, it’s not in his nature. Something about actually seeing his face though -- strange to see a monster who looks so human.

His knuckles go white as his hands ball into tight fists at  his sides, head THROBBING only with the kind of pain that this dark use of the force can elicit. Yeah, he really should have kept his mouth shut. Poe’s lips strain to curl into a SMIRK, trying with all of his strength -- strength he’s not  conceited enough to think outweighs Ren’s in any way -- to conceal his pain, to not give in. “-- Figured it was worth a try,” he breathes out, “But hey, look how much easier it is to have these CHATS without all that apparatus on.”