I Am She / Ari/ 30/ She~ Her

Ari/ 31/ She~ Her / MDNI +18

[xsister-serpent]

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banners are from @mikeykuns, @bernardsbendystraws, photos are from pinterest / phantom spire

[shisasan]

I am softer with him 

August 10, 1926 Journals of Anais Nin 1923-1927 [volume 3]

[princecanary]

Always feel nostalgic when I see the original Wheel of Time books so here is a drawing of my OCs based off cover art by Darrell K. Sweet :)

[s-nnoh]

[themoonandmyman]

hello I am at my wits end and I need to know something. Do you talk to your mother every day?

Yes

No

Remaining time: 5 days 14 hours

No nuance. If you don’t have a mother/are no contact etc this is not a poll for you.

You can elaborate as to how often you feel is a regular amount of communication between an adult child and their mother.

[gerardwayspostnutclarity]

my heart stopped

[thememedaddy]

[8nin]

me? overthinking and hurting my own feelings again? haha definitely

[renthony]

I was 12 when the first of my siblings was born, so I have very vivid memories of the way my mother was excluded from a lot of spaces because people find children annoying.

If you think "children should not be allowed in this space," you HAVE TO reckon with the fact that you are now excluding parents (and very often women specifically) who don't have access to childcare. You are isolating people who are poor, or rural, or single parents, or any number of other factors that might prevent someone from having on-demand childcare. You are cutting them off from being able to exist in public. You are denying parents and children the ability to fully participate in society.

My mom spent several years only leaving the house to buy groceries or take me to school, and even then, people would still come up to her to complain TO HER FACE about how she shouldn't bring a crying toddler to Walmart. Entitled strangers would literally try and demand that my mom leave and come back without the kids.

"Why can't your husband watch them?" Because he was at work, usually working extreme amounts of overtime so we didn't get evicted, because landlords don't like it when you stop paying rent.

"Why can't you send them to daycare?" Because that costs money.

"Why can't your teenager stay home with them and babysit?" Because I also deserved to be able to leave the house for something other than school, and taking me to the grocery store was how my mom taught me to manage a household budget, shop sales, and meal plan.

"Don't bring your kid in public if you can't CONTROL them and make them stop crying!" Kids cry when they're upset, and being dragged around a store is upsetting! Don't be an asshole! Children are human beings who are still learning how the world works, and they don't have a lot of agency. You'd cry, too.

"Spank them until they learn to stop crying!" That's just straight-up child abuse, Jesus Christ.

What the fuck was our family supposed to do? Never go to the grocery store? Starve because strangers couldn't handle a toddler existing in public?

[stuckinapril]

I’m not the woman I was a few years ago or even a year ago but I still like to hold her hand and remind her she did her best with what she knew

[leirelatent]

[thehauntedrocket]

Carmilla

Art by Ami Thompson

[xsister-serpent]

Whispers Of Power

Chapter IV

Summary: Y/N and Kylo share a quiet dinner after a long day, but the intimacy between them brings old feelings back to the surface.

Warnings: Past Betrayals/ Eventually this is have smut but it will be tagged as so/ Slowburn/ Y/N is female

Info: Word Count: 1362 words / Chapter III / Author’s Note at End

The faux night arrived, and you changed into a more informal black gown, a relief from the heavy robes worn all day. The droids had prepared dinner for you, leaving out a beautiful and tantalizing display of various dishes and meats.

There was that small tension again when the two of you were alone, outside of duties. It was a soft magnetic pull that you weren’t sure whether to explore or avoid, lest it reopen old wounds that scarred you both.

You took a plate of choice cuts of meat, roasted vegetables, and a glass of red wine. The atmosphere was quieter now as the lights shifted from harsh white to warm hues, softening the quarters. You pulled out your datapad, reviewing collected intelligence from Officer Ebo. Her findings included comments on possible traitors aboard the ship. However, something else caught your eye, something you knew would provoke Kylo’s ire.

Marriage proposals.

With a groan of annoyance, you swiped the message away and returned to eating. The quarters' doors suddenly opened, and you sensed Kylo’s presence. Instinctively, you began to rise, but his hand stopped you.

“Don’t mind me, please,” he said, motioning for you to remain seated.

“Very well,” you replied, resuming your meal and taking a sip of wine.

The hissing sound of Kylo’s helmet being removed drew your gaze as he placed it on a black pillar. Your eyes lingered on his form as he un-clipped his cape and gloves, rolling tension out of his massive shoulders and arms. He casually grabbed a few pieces of meat and vegetables, seating himself across from you.

It was just the two of you now, alone, in an intimate setting. A soft beat passed as you felt his eyes on you, silently admiring.

“I like your dress,” he complimented, breaking the silence. “It looks more... freeing than those traditional robes.”

“Yes, I can finally let my skin breathe,” you replied with a shrug.

There was so much between you, yet you weren’t sure where to begin. Kylo took a bite of his meal and gestured for a droid to refill his wine glass. The droid poured, and poured, and poured, stopping only when the glass was filled to the brim. You paused mid-chew, eyes fixed on the overflowing wine.

Kylo raised an eyebrow at your reaction. “It’s been a long day,” he said, clearing his throat and taking a large sip.

“No judgment here,” you replied, swallowing your food.

“I have pleasing news. Officer Ebo has become our little watcher. She’s investigating Officer Rolan as we speak,” Kylo said, chewing a small bite of vegetables. “I’m glad I took your advice. She has a good head on her shoulders and the record to prove it.”

You nodded, taking a small sip of wine. “Good. That’s all I ask of you moving forward. I’d never steer you wrong, Kylo, and I mean to uphold that.”

Another quiet beat passed between you. The warm lights cast a golden glow, illuminating you in a way that held Kylo’s gaze for too long.

“That place you showed me through your memories,” he said softly. “Where was that?”

You saw curiosity in his eyes as he leaned in, fully awaiting your answer.

“That was a place called Akkaris,” you answered, wiping your lips. “It’s untouched by droids or anyone from this side of the galaxy.”

“It’s beautiful. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a place so unblemished,” he said distantly, sipping his wine.

“I suggest you stay clear of that planet. It’s nothing but chaos and war,” you said with a chuckle. “Zealots, heretics, it’s a mess you don’t need to be involved in.”

Kylo chuckled, swirling the wine in his glass, “If it’s coming from you, then I suppose you’re right.”

There was that fleeting familiarity between you again, but it was short-lived. Kylo’s smile faded as he looked at you once more. You knew he still held a grudge, the way you left having crushed him. Yet you also sensed his small bit of happiness at seeing you again.

“Why did you leave?” he asked, finally voicing the question that had haunted him.

You raised a sharp brow. His eyes were tense, his posture rigid.

“I did not leave,” you said firmly, recalling that fateful day. “Kylo, Luke exiled me. You were there.”

Kylo’s eyes darted away momentarily. Luke had not only destroyed everything Kylo had worked hard to achieve, but he had also driven you away, leaving Kylo alone.

“Yes. I know,” he said softly. His gaze returned to you as he exhaled a shaky breath. “What I don’t know is why you never came back. You never tried to find me. You just... left.”

He clenched his jaw, his lips forming a frown as he remembered that day vividly.

“You didn’t fight back... You just let it happen,” he said in a low voice, his anger resurfacing. “There were nights I woke up furious, wondering why you just allowed it.”

A pang of anger shot through you as your eyes locked onto his. “I didn’t have a choice, Kylo. You knew that.”

Clenching your jaw, you looked away. “Do you think I wanted to be sent away?”

He could feel the anger in your voice. He understood your pain, yet he was hurt, too. You hadn’t come back for him.

“How was I supposed to know that, Y/N? You weren’t here!” he snapped.

His anger built as his shoulders rose and fell with each breath.

You looked at him incredulously as he took a deep drink of wine. “I was exiled by your uncle! I was sent to the Bene Gesserit on my family’s account. I searched for you through whispered words and found nothing! Don’t you dare blame this on me!”

Kylo’s face twisted in anger, his hands curling into fists. His breaths came heavily as he tried to calm himself, failing.

“Do you think I don’t know that?” he yelled, “Do you think I don’t know what my uncle did to us? I felt your pain through the Force. You could’ve tried harder to find me!”

“I tried looking for Ben!” you shouted back. “I only heard of Kylo. How was I supposed to know that was you?!”

You exhaled a heated breath, turning away to see your scowling reflection in the table’s polished surface. “Do you think you’d have seized power like this if I’d stayed? Do you think I wouldn’t be in the Bene Gesserit sisterhood if I’d stood behind?” You turned back to him, facing his wrath. “We became more powerful apart than together.”

Kylo’s anger boiled over as he rose abruptly, rounding the table to stand before you. You didn’t cower, gripping the arms of your chair as your steel gaze met his.

“You think you were holding me back?” he growled through clenched teeth, leaning closer. “You knew how much you meant to me. I needed you! You should’ve—”

He cut himself off, his breathing shallow and fast. His pain was as raw as yours.

“If you want to hold that grudge against me forever, fine,” you said, meeting his fiery gaze, “You became stronger in my absence, and now I am here. With you.”

His anger faltered as realization swept over him. You were right; he had sought you out, carried his grudge, and yet you were here now. What was there left to hold onto?

“You found me,” you whispered.

His eyes softened, the tension dissipating. “I’m sorry,” he said hoarsely. “Seeing you again brought back those memories. That pain.”

You nodded, “We have time now, Kylo. No Luke, no sisterhood. Just me and you.”

He took a heavy breath, his gaze lingering on your face. “Yes..yes..We do.”

Kylo’s eyes dropped to your lips briefly before blinking and retreating to his seat. He refilled both your glasses with wine, his curiosity returning.

“I want to know where you've been,” he said, his tone lighter. “What you’ve seen, who you’ve met. Don’t spare details.”

A spark ignited within you as you shifted in your seat, steadying your breath. “I’ll start with my first task on Giedi Prime...”

Tagging:  @paristheonewhoreads, @my-simp-space, @ssnapsaurus, @lm-lg-4ever, @noonee333 @ferrarilovef1 @foggyturtleknightangel

A/N: OK i know it's been a long while but I finally took the time to write this out. Life has been getting pretty crazy as you all know I am pregnant so even just getting out of bed is a challenge. I just want to let you guys know that I'm truly thankful you guys take time out of your day to read these chapters it just really brightens my day to know you guys love my writing. I KNOW its a slow burn but I'm chipping it away at it as much as my mental space allows me too, thank you guys <3 Tags still open Banners by @targaryen-dynasty , photos are not mine found on pinterest

[bonivers]

(girl who is already extremely private) i think i need to Move In More Silence

[metalheadfromslovakia]

[xsister-serpent]

I’m sorry but I’m not if you start reblogging people who are high school shooters or resemble any of the columbine shooters you’re a fucking weirdo.

[andremichaux]