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⌜ ｍａｒｔｙｒｅｄ ｌｉｇｈｔ⌟

[sword-ofthe-jedi]

by MissEgypt

“I witnessed the death of perhaps the greatest of them all, the one called Anakin Solo, who gave his life so that the ones he loved might live.”

-Nom Anor

[juststarwarslaserbrain]

Leia with Anakin.

[viterbofangirl]

Anakin, Jacen and Jaina Solo, face off against a ring of voxyn while infiltrating the worldship at Myrkr.

Source: The New Essential Chronology, p.214-5

Artist:  Tommy Lee Edwards

Website: starwars.wikia.com

[rarabro]

“I witnessed the death of perhaps the greatest of them all, the one called Anakin Solo, who gave his life so that the ones he loved might live.”

[livinlavidalaurel]

[blossomfully]

There she was, at 4am, in your bed. You loved her then, didn’t you? She was wearing your duvet like a cape, with her head poking out. She loved you back; she really did. You said, “I don’t know what to do. I’ve never met anyone like you.” She said simply, “kiss me.” So you did. You lifted her chin and kissed her mouth and swallowed her giggles whole. You felt her sunshine fill your lungs as she wrapped her arms around your neck. You felt the duvet fall as she leant forward. “Tell me a secret,” she said. She was always saying these things. “I’ve told you everything already,“ you said. Your lips were on her neck. “Tell me a secret,” she repeated. “Okay,” you sighed, “I love you.” “Tell me a secret.“ “I’ve always loved you.”

S. Zhao

(via

blossomfully

)

[vongsense-blog]

“You think I’d let him destroy me and end up happier than ever? No fucking way. He doesn’t get to win.”

                                           HE  DOESN’T  HAVE  MUCH   time  here,    of  t h a t  he’s  certain.      even  now,    he  can  feel  each  s t i r r i n g  in  the  force,    the  way  it  pulls  at  his  consciousness,    URGING  him  back  into  the  conglomerate  whole  of  undivided  UNION  with  the  universe.      he  is  a  PART  of  it  now,    a  piece  in  a  whole  which  is  not  m a d e  to  come  apart.      to  manifest  as  HIMSELF  now  is  to  rip  what  has  been  stitched  into  the  fabric  of  the  cosmos,    a  BLACK  HOLE,    bleeding    &&    jagged,    left  in  his  wake  until  he  once  more  fills  it.      but  for  HER  has  he  come,    remorse  filling  his  s p i r i t ,    pain  for  what  his  memory  has  yielded  upon  those  he  LOVED  in  life,    those  he  had  DIED  to  see  free.

‘   THEN  DON’T  LET  HIM.   ‘          e p h e m e r a l   tones  sparkle  like  celestial  heavens,    seeming  to  HANG  in  the  air,    shimmering  for  a  moment  in  the  space  between  them.      he  WATCHES  her,    form  hazy  as  he  p r o j e c t s  the  form  he’d  held  in  life  onto  this  plain  of  existence.      it  is  TIRING  work,    perhaps,    but  one  with  the  force  leaves  him  NOTHING  but  strength.      he  regards  her  now,    SOLUMN  sorrow  in  his  gaze,    wishing  only  to  REACH  for  her,    to  take  that  kiss  he’d  been  forbidden  so  long  ago.      he  c a n ‘ t ,    of  course,    so  he  does  not  try,    does  not  want  to  BREAK  her  heart  any  further.          ‘   there’s  still  light  in  you,    TAHIRI.      you  can  break  free  of  him,    still.      you  can  CHOOSE  GOOD,    be  all  we’d  planned  to  be.      just  leave  him.   ‘

GONE GIRL.

[donutsornonuts]

We are gathered here today because SOMEBODY *glares at coffin* couldn’t stay alive.

[vongsense-blog]

barefootcd:

                                 “I would’ve let the krayt dragon eat you if it wasn’t special, but still just okay to look at.”

                 ‘   WOW,    OKAY,    LET’S  SEE   if  i  break  y o u  out  for  adventures  anytime  soon.   ‘

[vongsense-blog]

barefootcd:

#tahiri would agree !!!!

“you’re okay, I suppose.”

                                          ‘   JUST   O K A Y  ?      YOU  wound  me,    t r u l y .      i  thought  what  we  had  was  SPECIAL  !   ‘

[vongsense-blog]

“I didn’t touch you!”

                                       ‘   I  THINK  I  KNOW    when  someone’s  been  f l i c k i n g  the  back  of  my  head.   ‘          an  irritated  tone,    voice  r e v e r b e r a t i n g  through  the  hanger.      star-swept  eyes  narrow  further  as  he  REDOUBLES  his  focus.      the  sooner  he  fixes  this  X-WING,    the  sooner  he’s  free  of  this  annoyance.

GONE GIRL.

[vongsense-blog]

leia: squints @ "the hot sibling"

                                     ‘   IT’S  NOT   M Y   FAULT   i’m  your   p r e t t i e s t   child.   ‘

[deliverybcy]

reblog if you are the hot sibling

[vongsense-blog]

alderaanheir:

        expressions previously contorted with ANGER melt into those of guilt. the query posed to her reminds her of ( simpler ) times as a daughter of alderaan, asking similar questions to her mother when she’d overhear ——— eavesdrop, really ——— arguments between the king and his queen. there’s a tint of child-like innocence to anakin’s tone, one that flips up the corners of leia’s lips up into a sad crescent. ❛ oh, honey, ❜ she breathes out in response, halting her habitual pacing in favor of an answer for her son. ❛ of course i do. i love you, your siblings, and your father more than anything in the galaxy. i don’t want any of you to leave. ever. ❜ an unrealistic wish, but still one she holds close to her heart. ❛ i just get… FRUSTRATED with him some days. surely you can understand that. ❜

                                       HE  HASN’T  BEEN  A   child  for  f a r  too  long,    that  innocence  stripped  from  him  before  he’d  LEARNED  to  pronounce  the  word.      barely  able  to  CRAWL  when  he’d  first  tasted  death,    the  EMPIRE  REBORN  stealing  his  childhood  in  it’s  clutches.      now,    he’s  left  the  hollow  boy,    cut  OPEN  to  the  heavens  with  starlight  in  his  soul.      it  leaves  him  OLDER  than  his  years  as  he  watches  her,    able  to  b e a r  her  frustrations  with  sage-like  dignity.      but  even  THAT  cannot  keep  what  little  youth  is  left  within  him  from  TWISTING  a  bit,    wanting  to  preserve  what  he’s  managed  to  hold  c l o s e  to  him  throughout  his  trials      ;      FAMILY.          ‘   i  love  you  too,    mom.   ‘          the  smallest  smile,    then,    lips  TWITCHING  from  their  neutral  curves.     no  matter  how  far  he  may  begin  to  grow  into  a  MAN,    he  will  always  bear  such  a f f e c t i o n s  for  his  mother.      

agile  fingers  rise  to  thread  through  ONYX  waves,    brushing  his  bangs  back  as  he  considers  her  latter  words.      a  nod,    sorrow  d e e p l y  nested  within  him.          ‘   of  course  i  do.      he  might  be  your  husband,    but  he’s  also  my  FATHER.      it  leaves  plenty  of  room  for  VEXATION.   ‘          after  all,    has  a  single  day  gone  by  since  IT  happened,    when  he  does  not  see  the  blame  of  chewbacca’s  death  BORING  into  him  from  his  father’s  eyes  ?          ‘   for  what  it’s  WORTH,    i  think  you’re  right.   ‘

[vongsense-blog]

heardroar replied to your post:[ wookiee voice ] “This man of mine may kill me.”

whoo oowhwo ohrac chuakakoocwowa aooo orwhoooh rarhoohuao aorchuscak ah. : ^ (

                                      HE  CASUALLY  SPITS  OUT     his  drink.            ‘   you  did  WHAT,     now, with      TRUMP ?   ‘          honestly,    this  WOOKIEE  is  more  incorrigible  than  magnus  bane.

[quotethat]

I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.

Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane (via quotethat)

[vongsense-blog]

[ wookiee voice ] “This man of mine may kill me.”

                                           AMUSEMENT  FLASHES,    STARLIGHT  FLOODING   the  s k y  blue  eyes  of  the  boy  as  he  turns  to  his  companion.      adeptly,    he  REACHES  forward,    not  glancing  away  as  nimble  fingers  f l i p  an  errant  switch,    hit  an  important  button,    keeping  the  X-WING  on  course  as  they  sail  through  the  heavens.          ‘   do  you  mean  my  DAD,    or  is  that  man  your  newest  bit  on  the  side  ?   ‘          a  boyish  grin,    with  too  much  TEETH,    then  he  spares  a  glance  forward  towards   the  celestial  skies.          ‘   if  it’s  the  first,    i’ve  got  to   a g r e e .      if  it’s  the  second,    well,    it’s  a  LONG  flight.      i  want  all  the  details,    you  furry  casanova.   ‘

GONE WOOKIEE.