kenocbi:

skywalker saga: episode ii – attack of the clones (2002) 

pain, suffering, death i feel. something terrible has happened.
young skywalker is in pain. terrible pain.

nazyalensky:

grishaverse seven deadly sins X pride

I am Dunyasha, the White Blade, trained by the Sages of Ahmrat Jen, the greatest assassin of this age.

I think one fave thing I’ve done in 2019 was go to Palawan during my vacation. The experience overall was just so fun, and I got to really bond with my cousin.

There’s one other thing that I’ve done that I love even more, but I’m saving that for @leaiorganas‘s ask 😀

Also, here’s your shit doodle:

You fucking sap. 

[Send a New Year’s AMA! Or even a shitty doodle request!]

orlandobloom:

And Eowyn looked at Faramir long and steadily; and Faramir said: ‘Do not scorn pity that is the gift of a gentle heart, Eowyn! But I do not offer you my pity. For you are a lady high and valiant and have yourself won renown that shall not be forgotten; and you are a lady beautiful, I deem, beyond even the words of the Elven-tongue to tell. And I love you. Once I pitied your sorrow. But now, were you sorrowless, without fear or any lack, were you the blissful Queen of Gondor, still I would love you. Eowyn, do you not love me?’

jynirso:

i am SO nervous to post this bc it’s the end!! but i hope you enjoy!! i love you all dearly!

Cassian wakes to the sound of beeping.

It’s a sound he knows all too well from numerous hospital stays, the incessant shrill noise that manages to annoy him after only a few seconds of consciousness. He can already feel a headache forming, dulled only by the massive amount of pain medicine that must be currently in his system.

His eyes open slowly, trying to crack off the crust that’s built upon his lids by rapidly blinking it away. When he tries to reach up and wipe them with his palm, his arm catches on the wire that’s keeping him connected to the heart rate monitor. Turning his head to the side, he finds the spot in which the machine is plugged into the wall. Maybe if he stretches out far enough, he might be able to turn it off without leaving his bed –

“Don’t mess with that!” A sharp voice interrupts his plotting to get out of the hospital undetected. Stupid – he hadn’t even noticed that he isn’t alone in the room. Slowly, to keep him from getting dizzy in moving too fast, he looks to the left, half-expecting to see a disgruntled nurse and coming face-to-face instead with –

Jyn.  

He scrambles to sit up so he can see look her over, to make sure that she’s not injured or in danger; immediately, however, gentle hands push him back down onto the bed. A muffled groan of pain slips out of his lips, his eyes closing as his vision whites out for a second behind his eyelids.

(¡Mierda! That fall has really done a number on him.)

read the rest on ao3!