PERIHELION

[trooperone-blog]

GOLDEN. peers onto the dash. i .. .. . . .. i miss this blog but.. ... . . i hate tumblr. i have been like isolating myself and i haven’t been on any of my blogs at all lately. i apologize to everyone waiting for me. ;_______;

[trooperone-blog]

♡. ◜↻ @neonnoise​

━━━━━━━   seoul had been a five hour train ride from camp mujuk. a place where sweating marines practiced their korean with loose tongues, high on ibuprofen. the camp -- with its ugly red roofs -- smelled of sun baked mud  &  overly watered grass. the turf too green, a color meant for sleep deprived hallucinations.   (  the ocean’s breath threatening to break through the greenery. camp mujuk had been a bizarre amalgamate of the american invasion  &  the tapestry of an ancient people.  )   he was glad when leave was granted  &  the train arrived. seoul’s air tasting sweeter than that of pohang. the heavy canvas bag slung over his shoulder had been the only indication that he’d been a marine stationed in their country. his broken korean weak as it crawled up his throat. when he’d dug somewhere in his pocket to find the money to pay for a pastry, the woman had smiled at him. her face turning into a fluff of cloud  &  disappearing into the bewitchment of seoul. he smiled back, despite unsure what he’d been looking at.  ❛   ━━━━━━━   KAMSAHAMNIDA.   ❜  (  how odd that the words floated in front of him. feet carrying him dubiously in both directions.  )   the harsh heat of his station disappeared underneath the cool breeze that swung between the buildings. with the sweet pastry between his fingers, he’d found himself lost in the city. the street signs vaguely familiar.

[maryjblige]

[trooperone-blog]

♡. ◜↻ @hopeblinded​

❛   ━━━━━━━  ALRIGHT, MY TURN TO BE A HERO.   ❜  fear lingered underneath his tongue. brought by a sweeping ashen cloud, the mouth of a god ready to swallow the pair. gentle digits found themselves pressed against the pale of her skin, the differences something akin to beauty.   ❛   rey, you need to wake up. we’re in trouble here  &  i need you.    ❜

[trooperone-blog]

GOLDEN. alrighty since i got a couple new followers and because i only have 1 draft, you can like this for a starter. 

[trooperone-blog]

si toco junto al fuego la impalpable ceniza o el arrugado cuerpo de la leña, todo me lleva a ti,

if I touch near the fire, the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you. ( If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda. )

[trooperone-blog]

if y’all haven’t noticed yet im hella into finn struggling with the goodness in him and committing acts of sin and hating himself for it haha. no matter what verse, no matter how far into the dark side he’s fallen -- finn will always be inherently good. he was groomed and brainwashed SINCE BIRTH to believe that what the first order was doing was Good. 23 years of being told that he was doing the right thing and he STILL felt uncomfortable/guilty being loyal to something as heinous as the first order. he felt like he was broken, he was an outcast. he wasn’t a part of that brotherhood. AFTER 23 YEARS, MY MAN. so i firmly believe that even if he was dark side, even if he’s some commander in the first order -- life and goodness and mercy come first.

[xmagizoologist-deactivated20150]

she is not to fade like us, her light will never dim, her glow never extinguish. and when she does die, humanity will find that there is one extra star in the sky that night.

she paints the world with that smile of hers, and instantly everything else is worthless. (via thedestrcyer)

[byesuggestion]

i miss you so much please come back

[lloydtheabstrac]

[trooperone-blog]

places. cold hands under his shirt nd on his tum. ᕦ⁞ ✿ ᵒ̌ ᴥ ᵒ̌ ✿ ⁞ᕤ

━━━━━━━  a shiver, crawling down his spine as lovingly as a caress.  (  when had he forgotten the cold? he had always belonged to the chill, but now he had seemed to forget its bite.  )  calloused fingers find their way across the muscles tensed at his stomach, relaxing immediately when he finds himself reaching towards the touch. careful palms sliding over the swell of chest to rest at the nook beneath the line of his jaw. through his thumbs he feels poe’s heart beat mingle with his own. a cacophony of hastening blood, warmed only by their proximity to each other. lips press themselves to the corner of his mouth, inhaling the scent of his skin.   (  it’d been a heavenly infusion of engine oil  &  his aftershave. remembering the first time he’d run the tips of his fingers along his freshly shaven jaw.  )    ❛   ━━━━━━━  YOU’VE GOTTA WARN A MAN BEFORE YOU DECIDE TO GIVE HIM AFFECTION.   ❜    brilliant teeth escape between his lips, smiles meant for the apotheosis of who lingered encircled in his arms.

[movrena]

[nothorax]

May the force be with you, always.

[louis-tomlinsun]

5x10 - South Side Rules

[severecut-moved-deactivated2016]

a  high - pitched  squeal  ,  body  hitching  backwards  from  SURPRISE  .      ❛       well  you  could  of  at  least  warned  me  B  E  F  O  R  E  you  let  it  open !  i  don’t  like  being  s c a r e d  .     ❜      giggle  ,  giggle  ,  giggle  .  hand  hovering  over  opening  to  conceal  herself  .  ‘  A  PRINCESS  SHOULD  NEVER  SMILE  OR  LAUGH  .  ‘

[trooperone-blog]

❛   ━━━━━━━  I’M NOT SURE THE BAD GUYS EVER LEARNED TO WARN BEFORE THEY ATTACK.   ❜  it’s merely a lesson, spoken as a warning to the horrors he’d once faced. there is a delicacy he takes in grasping her gentle fingers  &  placing the baton carefully in her palm.   ❛    you should learn to use this. if not to fight than to protect yourself.   ❜

[martyriou-deactivated20180215]

THEIRS IS A LAMENT SPREAD ACROSS THE STARS  :     the perpetual and valiant fight for freedom  !    oh ,    how all resistances are MIGHTY in their own right ,    and how all would surely lay their lives down if it meant to live again unbound !    he understands this .     he finds PEACE in this  ——-      ❛      i do not wish to consider myself one who turns away from those in need .     however ,     should we assist you ,     i fear that our enemy may become yours ,    as well .  ❜

[trooperone-blog]

━━━━━━━  relief floods the cavernous expanse of his chest; in the middle, a heart made of gold beats steadily. through his veins ran the purity of a xanthous element, liquid form till his bones were brittle  &  ductile. he suffered underneath the weight of his own greatness.  (  one he did not know of, as it was clever enough to hide itself from him.  )   he had wanted his new home to survive past the night, its lips were blue from the cold -- looking for the warmth promise had once gifted. and his only hope lies in the strength of foreigners yet unknown to even the outer rim.   ❛    ━━━━━  IF YOU ARE REALLY OUR ALLIES, THEY’VE ALREADY DECLARED THEMSELVES OUR ENEMY.    ❜

[astramessiah]

               THE FORCE CALLS to those willing to listen, needy && inexorable as a newborn. It inhabits the often untouched peripheries of all living beings, somewhere between mortal && divine, as vast as an ocean.

                && it is strong in this stormtrooper. 

               Blunted, yes, hammered down by conditioning && his years spent beneath the Empire’s thumb, but present nonetheless. A spark bright enough to be coaxed into a flame, should Vader will it. 

               It’s a promising discovery, one he intends to keep close to his chest. 

     ❝ Reports of your feats on the battlefield have not failed to gain circulation throughout the Corps. It seems you are unparalleled in your abilities as a soldier, though recent events have called your loyalty to the Empire into question. ❞ A haunting rasp of words, head tilting to examine the other with ill-defined curiosity. 

     ❝ Tell me, FN-2187, have you ever felt you were destined for more? ❞ It’s apparent what he’s referring to by the way Vader’s gaze penetrates through FN-2187′s armor.

[trooperone-blog]

━━━━━━━  he’d never thought of himself as more than the empire’s weapon. (  at least in the daylight, when the all seeing eye of the empire had lobbed its heavy gaze harshly against the stark white of his armor. during the night, he felt sick with guilt.  )  his successes on the field were a result of his training. nothing more than muscle memory exerting itself against much harsher conditions. the ground beneath him felt softer -- the air sweeter --  than the simulations they’d put him through. the differences were discernible, the smell of blood prominent -- he’d found no enjoyment in the loyalty he carried for a monstrous corporation.    ❛    ━━━━━━  TO WHAT RECENT EVENTS ARE YOU REFERRING TO, MY LORD?    ❜    (  it does him no good to question, but there is an angry sun in his throat that he wishes to claw from beneath his skin with his fingertips.  )

❛    ━━━━━━  I AM MERELY THE EMPIRE’S WEAPON.   ❜    he responds as if he were read these psalms his entire life.     ❛   whatever i am destined for, it is only for the empire’s gain  &  never my own.   ❜    but as he speaks, he feels the sun in his throat. it slithers down  &  blossoms in his chest, expanding past his palms. the undisciplined light inside of him. the trooper brushed away this phenomenon as the part of him that’d been broken, unfit to belong among his brethren.