person: I love the Victorian era!
me: which part? the beginning? the middle? the end? the mid 18th century you’re mistaking as Victorian? the Regency era you’re mistaking as Victorian? the cinematic universe? the Steampunk AU? actually the Edwardian era? 1980s does 1890s Victorian inspired?
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look ! at ! him ! stomp!!
“The physicality of Kylo, I’m very protective over. So I wanted to do all of the things.”
ADAM DRIVER as KYLO REN
Star Wars: The Force Awakens (2015)
Star Wars: The Last Jedi (2017)
For @welsharcher
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i think about this all the time now
crying, honestly 🥹😭
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. 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥
[ painting study exercise thing I finished …some soft space goths in the snow ]
instagram: @winterofherdiscontent
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just here comforting myself with hugs
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Me as soon as I saw the back of padawan Anakin's head
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The sad man hour is actually really funny to me
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ben solo was a total nerd and owned a calligraphy set. i miss him
You’re right and you should absolutely say it.
I bet it was a birthday gift from his parents when he was eight and it became his favourite thing in the world after his momma and his books and helping dad and uncle Lando pilot the Falcon. He’d practice his writing by jotting down little notes for everyone and leaving them around the house for them to find when they came home (they were gone a lot so sometimes the notes would pile up.)
I bet it turned from fun hobby to a coping mechanism; a way to unload his feelings and get them onto the page where he could analyze them. He could write about anything and everything — all his fears and frustrations, all his anger and sadness, everything he felt but couldn’t verbalize because his family wouldn’t understand. It was cathartic.
Eventually, it became the only thing that could keep the monsters in his head at bay. When he was practicing his calligraphy, his mind was clear. He was focused on the task at hand. The voices didn’t bother him, not like they did when he was meditating or using the Force.
And when he met Rey… it turned into something else altogether. The hard edges of his angry rants softened, became pretty words about love and devotion. Despair and loneliness gave way to infatuation and a single-minded purpose.
He used his calligraphy set to write down little poems in elegant, looping cursive and leave them under Rey’s pillow on the Falcon; on her table in the workshop; by the caf machine in the kitchen, pinned under a water glass with a flower in it.
Everything he couldn’t say, he’d write down.
She found and kept them all. Her little treasures.
(She was a scavenger, after all.)
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You thought that just because I’m not actively blogging about my Reylo brain rot I’m not still thinking about them every day? Think again. These idiots may not be trending on tumblr anymore but they’re always trending in my heart.
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