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AMERICAN GODS SENTENCE STARTERS

episode seven - a prayer for mad sweeney. ( feel free to change pronouns / alter as wanted )

❝ you want help? ❞

❝ you have a story to tell. i can see it in your fingers. ❞

❝ they were as much a dumping ground as an escape; a forgetting place. ❞

❝ i’ve got it. go on. ❞

❝ he’ll get back soon enough. ❞

❝ it’s favor on one side of the coin and wrath on the other. ❞

❝ intelligence has never been uncommon among women. ❞

❝ one does not ask favors of a leprechaun without a kindness of gold. ❞

❝ you’re gonna forget me, aren’t you? ❞

❝ did you give this to her freely? ❞

❝ as charity breeds charity, i offer an alternative. ❞

❝ thousands came in pilgrimage to see it. ❞

❝ that’s what you get for putting a god in a petting zoo. ❞

❝ why’d we stop? ❞

❝ i need to pray. ❞

❝ ugh, god is great. i’m having a piss. ❞

❝ i’m just watching. ❞

❝ do you love god, or are you in love with god? ❞

❝ fuck off. i will eat you. ❞

❝ you tell that ––– you tell ––– fuck you. that’s what you tell him. ❞

❝ i’m only taking this detour for you! ❞

❝ i’m releasing you. you are released from your bargain. fuck off. ❞

❝ you are an unpleasant creature. ❞

❝ i’ve always wanted to steal a car, so now i’m stealing yours. ❞

❝ he won’t believe me if i look like this. ❞

❝ you look fine. you look great. ❞

❝ he wants me to punch him. ❞

❝ trust me, you don’t want this one hitting you. ❞

❝ malice dipped in pretty can get away with murder. ❞

❝ the more abundant the blessings, the more we forget to pray. ❞

❝ don’t eat what’s in the bowl. stick to the bread. ❞

❝ pretty girl like you doesn’t belong here. ❞

❝ the world doesn’t operate on right. ❞

❝ shame. i hear there’s chances there. ❞

❝ we’re in prison, love. all we have to do is tell tales. ❞

❝ what the fuck is happy? ❞

❝ i think i knew what happy was when i was a little girl. now i’d be content to be content. a house. a tree. someone kind enough to be by me . . . but not too kind. ❞

❝ i’ve been living out of my boots and my pockets long as i can remember. ❞

❝ everyone needs a king. ❞

❝ is it this cold in here every night? ❞

❝ quit it, you fucking baby. ❞

❝ can and will, for a favor. not for gold. ❞

❝ how much gold do you have? ❞

❝ what the fuck is a hoard, and why do you have one? ❞

❝ i was a king, once. ❞

❝ war. i went to war once. or . . . was meant to. ❞

❝ i knew i would die that day if i stayed. ❞

❝ she told them all these things and they believed because she believed. ❞

❝ there seems to be no room for the spirits of old here, so i no longer tell my tales. ❞

❝ tell him. tell him it’s done. ❞

❝ don’t look! ❞

❝ come on! move it! ❞

❝ you might say you know me. ❞

❝ if you are who i think you are, i’ve got no quarrel with you. ❞

❝ you have done me many a good turn. ❞

❝ will you take my hand, ___ ? ❞

#this one is short because this episode was mostly narrated and it's hard to pull dialogue from that #sentence meme #rp sentence meme #sentence starters #rp meme

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MEMORY INCARNATE. mnemenova is a ballerina on a battlefield, bloody hands, bloody hair, bloody lungs, bloody soul. somewhere in the distance, a flute plays, and the ballerina pulls the trigger. every pirouette is a death sentence; this is her country, and death is graceful here on the land of her forefathers. the music stops, and she begins to breathe again. assume nothing. never go against your gut. the ballerina they call memory and thought and death is red and beautiful and terrible in every country she lives in, every place she goes to, every thought she inhabits. she haunts dreams like a shadow of a ghost, a faint smell of perfume and rot and decay and cold gunmetal. she dances. she kills. the music swells. don’t look back; you are never completely alone. alone, alone, alone, what use is a memory with company? thoughts are solitary things, warped with time and distance and longing, the russia of her childhood is long gone, buried with chapped hands and split knuckles into hardened spring snows. memory. misery. longing. pick the time and place for action. hindsight has perfect vision, and mnemenova dances between the past and the present and the future with light steps and long leaps, finding the right time and the right place and the right action, always fleeting, always perfect. in her apartment, she dons the dress of her station, and stares at pointe shoes gathering dust on a shelf. someday, someday, someday. she turns on the television, for noise, and hears the opening notes of a ballet she could dance in her sleep. all is not well in moscow, little ballerina. do not look back. you are not alone. –––––––––– for @mnemenova

#personals do not reblog #mnemenova #mine*

AMERICAN GODS SENTENCE STARTERS

episode six - a murder of gods.

❝ you saved me. thank you. ❞

❝ you already know my name. ❞

❝ what are they ? ❞

❝ oh motherfucker, you never just answer a fucking question ! ❞

❝ that’s not a question, ___ , a question would be: what do you believe you saw ? ❞

❝ i don’t know what i believe. ❞

❝ it was a warning to me, and a sacrifice to them. ❞

❝ sacrifice ? like –– like what, for –– for a god ? ❞

❝ what’s a god ? can we even know they exist ? people believe things, which means they’re real. that means we know they exist. so what came first ? gods ? or the people who believed in them ? ❞

❝ where was all this before i met you ? ❞

❝ there’s always a window. but people are frightened to look through it. it’s safer in the prison cell. ❞

❝ we’re not safe now. ❞

❝ who are you ? ❞

❝ i believe in some things. ❞

❝ your wife obviously has a temper. not used to getting her way, huh ? ❞

❝ your dearly departed has departed and i suggest we should do the same. ❞

❝ was she a ghost ? i mean, do you think you saw a ghost ? ❞

❝ you know, you’re not questioning any of this. i’m questioning everything right now. ❞

❝ i’m not so young nor so narrow to assume the dead are dead, and there’s no spectrum or spectral in between. in my experience, the dead that aren’t rarely come back without purpose. ❞

❝ her purpose was to let you go, now get in. ❞

❝ now you’ve seen who’s after us, and you know what they’re capable of. you can hang around here if you want, but i’m getting out of here. ❞

❝ fuck ! where the fuck is my car ! ❞

❝ yes, it does belong to the dead woman, i am the dead woman. where’s my fucking car ? ❞

❝ first piece of luck i’ve had in days. ❞

❝ worse things out tonight than you. ❞

❝ isn’t she lovely ? ❞

❝ i’ve done the math. this times that equals you’re a cunt, divided by the only way i’m gonna get what i need is if you give it to me equals the only way you’re gonna give it to me is if you don’t need it. ❞

❝ like my friend jesus christ, the only thing you need, ___ , is resurrection. ❞

❝ did you just name drop jesus christ like you know a guy who knows a guy ? ❞

❝ i can be very convincing. ❞

❝ is this you being convincing now ? because you suck at it. ❞

❝ i’m trying to convince you to live. real living. not whatever rot living this is. ❞

❝ why don’t you put that on your fucking scales and weigh it ? ❞

❝ what the fuck are you ? i mean, what the fuck are any of you, but first, tell me, what the fuck are you ? seriously, what the fuck are you ?! ❞

❝ please stop stealing my cab. ❞

❝ i have been traveling in the direction of mecca for days, looking for a jinn. ❞

❝ i’ll tell you where to find a whole murder of gods, demi and otherwise. every god damned one of them. ❞

❝ i know a charm that can lift grief from a grieving heart. ❞

❝ do you know a charm that can stop bleeding ? ❞

❝ i know a charm that can cure sickness and pain and a charm that can turn away the weapons of enemies. i know a charm that can heal with a touch. ❞

❝ excuse the cold hands. ❞

❝ there’s always been a god shaped hole in man’s head. trees were the first to fill it. ❞

❝ mr. wood was the trees, mr. wood was the forest. see, he was a very old god who saw something very new. he saw a god fearing society turn towards complete industrialization. so what did he do ? he sacrificed his trees, he sacrificed his forest, and he became something else. ❞

❝ well, at this stage it’s ‘we’ll see’, or, ‘time will tell’, but if it’ll rest your weary head, then yeah, it’s gone. ❞

❝ religion inspires in those who fear nothing, fear of the gods, and using that fear requires a certain element of fucked up. ❞

❝ i’m not scared of anything anymore. ❞

❝ i’m scared you’re never gonna shut that flapping hole of yours. i’m sitting here having a fucking anxiety attack because i am genuinely terrified that you are never gonna shut the fuck up. ❞

❝ did you kill ___ ? i won’t tell. ❞

❝ my name is ___. or ... it was ___. i do not know what my name is now. ❞

❝ i just realized that i’m never gonna see my mother again. i’m never gonna hear her say my name again. i’m never gonna eat her cooking again. ❞

❝ are you dead ? ❞

❝ this is my afterlife, ___. ❞

❝ did you pray for another life ? ❞

❝ i do not pray to ask god for things. i pray to thank god, for bringing me where i am. to this time, to this place, where i finally know what i must do in this life. ❞

❝ i pray i find ___. he is my afterlife. i knew him. we knew each other. and now i wish to know more. ❞

❝ people will defend the warm safe feeling their america gives them. they will defend it with bullets. ❞

❝ less a funeral than a celebration of a sacrifice. ❞

❝ if i know my friend, somebody got tossed into the volcano. ❞

❝ this was a human sacrifice ? ❞

❝ that’s him. head of the crowd. the one they flock to. ❞

❝ please, go in peace. ❞

❝ what rock did you crawl out from under ? ❞

❝ playing a little hide and seek. hiding from the proverbial them, and seeking ... you. ❞

❝ i need you to believe in me. ❞

❝ i’ve heard your name on the wind. ❞

❝ we’re at war already, and we’re losing. you, me, all of us. they’re taking honey from our mouths. ❞

❝ i have no use for shame. ❞

❝ it’s easier to pass for the living in the dark, if i felt the need to pass. ❞

❝ your heart’s not beating for this life anymore, ___. this life is done. ❞

❝ that doesn’t obligate him to feel shit. ❞

❝ perhaps i misjudged the kiss. ❞

❝ death do us part, take the fucking hint. he’s gone. your man came, saw you, tasted death on your tongue, and he fucking left. ❞

❝ your kind of love, ___, is the worst kind of love of them all. you can love somebody even when you know they don’t like it. even when you know they don’t want it. ❞

❝ that’s some profound fucking knowledge for you right there, wrapped up in a quaint sexual metaphor. ❞

❝ people do tend to behave if they know they’re being watched. they like being watched. ❞

❝ somebody’s watching. somebody’s always watching. ❞

❝ what did you do to become the god of this little universe that you’ve created ? ❞

❝ you’re no stranger to sacrifice. ❞

❝ they don’t sacrifice anymore. not to me. ❞

❝ you could always sacrifice yourself. you’ve done it before. ❞

❝ you ever see a man hanged, ___ ? throat crushed, gasping for life. it’s a terrible way to find your faith. faith doesn’t have to leave the faithful dangling. ❞

❝ you are what you worship. ❞

❝ the power of fire is firepower. ❞

❝ not god, but godlike. and they believe. ❞

❝ god bless the believers. ❞

❝ i’ll make you a blade worthy of a god. ❞

❝ i know who he is, and who he’s always been. i can depend on that. ❞

❝ you’re not here at the moment. you’re distracted. i wonder why. ❞

❝ she’s out in the cold, but ... she doesn’t feel it anymore. or maybe ... maybe it’s all she feels, now. ❞

❝ they make blood sacrifices to you. ❞

❝ you could use a blood sacrifice. ❞

❝ you sold us out. ❞

❝ you saw what i was. i was a story people forgot to remember to tell. and they gave me a gun. they put power back in my hands. and i gotta tell you; it feels good. ❞

❝ i never needed my religion to be moral. ❞

❝ moralizing religions are materialistic ones. they all need their martyrs. ❞

❝ i’m laying down a curse. i’m cursing the whole fucking thing. ❞

❝ god is great. ❞

❝ life is great. ❞

#rp sentence meme #rp sentence starters #rp meme #sentence meme #sentence starters

TAKE COVER, DRAGON CHILD, for your fangs are sharp and your talons are strong, but the wolves have bloody teeth and the membrane of your wings is thin and delicate and an easy target for those who would keep you on the ground. there is fire in your lungs and in your eyes and on the edge of your tongue and the tips of your fingers, but it does you no good to keep biting it back, to keep swallowing it and quelling it in favor of something less lethal. you swing from extreme to extreme, from something rotten to something docile, like you must be your mother’s daughter or your lover’s equal, like you cannot be both, like the hurt and the good cannot exist within the same skin. like you cannot reconcile the love you get from the love you did not. which is worse: to be loved with conditions, or to be loved without ? which is harder to bear: the sting of being wanted by the woman who brought you into this world only for what you can give her, or the sharpness of being loved for the girl you are, wholly, completely, and without condition or expectation ? can you swallow such grace ? can you stomach such absolution ? girl and dragon and fae and fire, it’s no wonder you exist only as a whisper or as a scream, as something caged and thrashing against the bars, desperate to get out of the confines of your mother’s not-quite-love and the stares of those who do not understand that you can be a beast who wants to fly and a girl who wants to be held and that these things can be the same, all at once. lick your wounds before you take to the skies, dragon girl. let absolution consume you. know that you did not need to be forgiven; accept the light anyway. // @jadedsight

#jadedsight #me: has never seen either descendants film #also me: fucking sobbing about mal #my edits*#my aesthetics*

YOUR STORY IS AN OLD ONE, AS OLD AS THE DAWN OF TIME, and it’s been written in every holy book passed down from father to son, from mother to daughter. and the gods spake unto the king and they said to him: the night will pass when you take your son, your only son, whom you love above all earthly things, and sacrifice him on an altar unto us. until then, men will fall in your name, and the night will never cease. when your son is dead by your own hand, only then will they know peace. it is an old story, and it has hung above your head like a sword aimed at the top of your spine from the moment you entered this world, balanced in place by a strand of your mother’s hair and the weight of your father’s grief. you played away your childhood under that sword, unaware of its presence, shielded as it was by your father’s arm, by his cloak, by his love. the responsibilities of the kings who came before you and the kings who would never come after never seemed to touch your shoulders, but death and grief and fire were never too far from your heels; your burden was a different kind of sacrifice, a different kind of ruling, than the kind of your forefathers. to know loss is to watch your kingdom fall, to outlive your father and your mother and the woman you love. to become a king is to become an orphan, crowned with something heavy and cold that looks like loss and sounds like grief, and burns and burns and burns with an achingly chilling fire. your crown became your burial shroud, your throne your tomb. and the dawn rose that morning, and gods spake unto the hearts of men: rejoice, for we have brought back the sun. but the men turned their faces from the gods, and they mourned their little king, and buried him in the cold light of day. // @royalmotif

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#qvake #tbd #I CAN'T STOP FUCKING LAUGHING

EVEN THE NEXT EPISODE PAGE DOESN’T WANT HIM HERE I’M FUCKING LOSING IT

#the defenders #spoilers #just in case u know #I'M JUST FUCKING DYING LIKE #ME STARING AT THIS LIKE: WAIT WHERE'S DA---#OH #I'M CRYING LAUGHING

can u believe the defenders perfectly illustrated exactly how we feel about danny bland

#the defenders spoilers #defenders spoilers #spoilers #I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING THIS IS LITERALLY ME @ FINN RN #anti finn jones /

FIRST OF ALL I WOULD DIE FOR MATTHEW MICHAEL MURDOCK SO JOT THAT DOWN

#ooc.#tbd.#the defenders spoilers

In another landscape, there is a god on his back, stretched out like a sacrifice, and there is a woman riding him. She is taking ownership of his body and his divinity, biting down and swallowing. In this world, the god is the possession, not the woman. There is a story about a woman who names herself after what god has bestowed upon her, after the bitterness of her life. She takes the bitterness between her teeth and she bites down, because she does not exist as anything more than a lesson. Swallow your pain, says the lesson. Learn to be thankful for the aftertaste of sorrow. Thank the almighty, for in his infinite wisdom, he has given you a trial, and it will make you better. Better. Bitter. Vowels make all the difference. There are stories about men claiming ownership of women, stories we learn and stories we excuse and we forgive, because this, they tell you, is the way the world was. The book is fictional, you say. The world is not like that now, they shrug. Men don't make a habit of seeing the ways they lay claim to women, to their bodies, their minds, their voices, their thoughts. Their bitter silence. And religious men are always the most blind. I wanted to envision another universe, one where a woman straddles a god, one where she takes his godhead into her mouth, one where he worships beneath her. I wanted the god to sing praises to her, and I wanted her to laugh at the idea of being holy, and of being anything but. I wanted her to take the body and the blood, the bread and the wine, and feed it to him. I wanted her to taste it on his lips. I wanted to see a universe where women and gods are equals, equals in the way men and women are equals, equals in that one is always better than the other, but only by a little bit. A negligible difference, something the world can ignore in good conscience. Better. Bitter. Close enough.

I WANT TO BE BOTH THE GOD AND THE WOMAN RIDING HIM. I WANT TO BE HOLY AND TO BE UNMADE. ( n. )

#poets on tumblr #biblical poetry #mythpoetry #spilled ink #my poetry #i should tag this as musings bc i have a few girls this is kinda inspired by but i wrote it at three am so

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AMERICAN GODS SENTENCE STARTERS

episode five - lemon scented you.

❝ they did not travel alone. their god came with them. ❞

❝ the barriers were thinner, then, between people and their gods. ❞

❝ the gods are great, but people are greater. ❞

❝ gods live, and gods die. ❞

❝ hey, baby. what are you doing here ? ❞

❝ i was just ... seeing if you were real. ❞

❝ don’t think that anything that you gotta say or do, including dying, is going to distract from the subject at hand. ❞

❝ to what degree do you want to know, i mean, do you want to know everything, or do you want to know the broad strokes, so to speak ? ❞

❝ how long did you wait ? ❞

❝ you know what they say about grief. next to every cemetery’s a motel. ❞

❝ once we did it, we’d already done it, and there was no undoing it. ❞

❝ were you going to leave me for him ? ❞

❝ what happened ? ❞

❝ i decided to give him a goodbye blow job. you know ? one last time with feeling. ❞

❝ i thought it might be nice if i were warm to the touch, in the event that you were thinking of touching me. or kissing me. ❞

❝ yeah, what is it ? ❞

❝ when i called you, the last time ... i had a feeling i was never gonna see you again. ❞

❝ i had this feeling in my stomach that something was wrong. there is a big storm rolling across the country right now and nothing feels okay. ❞

❝ this feels okay. you and me. ❞

❝ i tasted that. i felt that. i felt something. i felt ––– like, alive. do i feel alive ? ❞

❝ you know, you’ve gotten yourself mixed up in some really weird shit, [ ... ]. ❞

❝ i’m watching out for you. ❞

❝ c’mon, one drink. well, that’s a lie. five, six drinks. ❞

❝ you must have questions, and if you don’t, you should. ❞

❝ what’s this about, ma’am ? ❞

❝ why, you pretty thing, you. ❞

❝ you’ve got your transmission and your live wire, but your circuit’s dead. ❞

❝ there is a terror in knowing what [ ... ] is about. ❞

❝ [ ... ] was suffocating. the spark was smoldering. and then you came along, putting out fire with gasoline. ❞

❝ martyrdom is a popular recruitment tool. ❞

❝ you’re delusional if you think he’s letting go of whatever it is he’s holding onto with a little apology from me. that is one mass fucking delusion. ❞

❝ mass delusions are as old as i am. ❞

❝ they believed it was true, and so it was. ❞

❝ not everyone believed. ❞

❝ not everyone had to believe. just enough. ❞

❝ he stole me. ❞

❝ i think he pissed off some big time bombers, and whether you realize it or not, you’re about to get hit by the shrapnel. ❞

❝ you wouldn’t believe me if i told you. ❞

❝ you have my attention. ❞

❝ now, [ ... ] , he’s been against all this from the get go, but he’s at a disadvantage, being as he is a fucking idiot. ❞

❝ you have very extravagant enemies. ❞

❝ oh, you got me curious. i’d like to know what you know. ❞

❝ i’m a big girl. i can make my own mistakes. ❞

❝ the dead can’t own things. ❞

❝ damn his dark eyes. gave it a-fucking-way! it wasn’t his to give! ❞

❝ i’m gonna ask you some questions, and i’d like for you to answer me honestly. however, if i feel like you’re not being honest, i’m gonna kick you in the nuts. and i want you to know that the last time i kicked a guy in the nuts, my foot didn’t stop until it reached his throat. ‘kay ? ❞

❝ who said ? use your words. ❞

❝ don’t trust him. ❞

❝ you can’t take it, can you ? i have to give it to you freely, right ? ❞

❝ oh, you’re a fucking asshole. ❞

❝ you’re afraid. i thought you weren’t afraid of anything. ❞

❝ i’m as colorful as the story i’m telling. ❞

❝ we have no business with you. ❞

❝ it’s just as easy to fall in love with a rich man as a poor man. ❞

❝ i have to start with an apology. i’ve been remiss ––– i should have reached out to you ages ago. but to be honest, i didn’t see you. not clearly. not like this, here, now, in person. you. are. huge. it’s a pleasure to meet you. ❞

❝ i already know you. you’re a person. i know people. everything, about all of them. ❞

❝ you have a name. [ ... ]. you have a blood type, and a recurring nightmare. ❞

❝ everything that happens is recorded and restored and recalled. the book of life. ❞

❝ is he still sulking ? ❞

❝ would you like to hit him a bit ? knock out his front teeth ? ❞

❝ i absolve you. ❞

❝ technology is evolving. we’re all evolving. i would be honored to evolve with you. ❞

❝ you’re offering a truce ? ❞

❝ a truce implies we were ever at war. you might have been, but i wasn’t. ❞

❝ wouldn’t you like an upgrade ? a brand new, lemon scented you. ❞

❝ valhalla anew ! ❞

❝ you say merger. i hear exile. ❞

❝ it’s not our fault they found other ways to occupy their time. ❞

❝ that’s all you do. occupy their time. we gave back. we gave them meaning. ❞

❝ this man is older than you will ever be. he has wisdom, he has knowledge, which is different, and you would know if you had either. this man deserves our respect. ❞

❝ fuck respect. ❞

❝ my gift to you. ❞

❝ was this real ? did that just happen ? ❞

❝ it’s still happening. ❞

❝ what story are they gonna tell here ? ❞

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@aftcrshocks , because it’s daisy’s birthday.

“ you are, ” he tells her, “ absolutely IMPOSSIBLE to shop for, did you know that ? ” it’s an admonishment ––– or at least, on paper, it’s an admonishment. in reality, it’s a bit hard to call it that, with dimples slicing through skin on either side of his mouth. if danny had some sort of manly reputation to uphold, daisy would have shattered it ages ago, with how much he smiles around her. luckily for them, danny’s never had some sort of manly reputation to uphold. “ i’ve never met anyone, ” he continues, now fiddling with the window of the town car, sending it up and down and up and down, “ who says ‘ i don’t want anything ’ and actually MEANS it. it’s so frustrating ! ” alright; now he’s just teasing, playing with her, dark eyes glinting warmly at her own. he rolls the window back up, though not fast enough to entirely mute the sound of music, of kids screaming with laughter, as they approach. “ SO I GOT TO THINKING, ” danny goes on, a little louder now, trying vainly to drown out the noise, to try and prolong the secret, “ about that time we talk about amusement parks, you know ? and how much you hate the ferris wheel, how i puked once as a kid after ward dared me to ride the slingshot, how much you loved coney island, and ––– ” he pauses, pretends to think. there’s that dimple again. a seatbelt unbuckles, he thanks his driver, politely, by name, and then opens the door to his right. there’s about the length of a city block from them to the park, where music blares and lights flash and children shriek in delight. danny’s brows raise, slightly, as he grins at her. “ and i figured we should test it out, you know ? see if you’re still afraid of heights, now that you can fly. see if the slingshot still makes me puke. ”

#if daisy loved the ferris wheel when she was a kid that's just too darn bad i've made an executive decision #no but seriously lemme know and i'll fix it #aftcrshocks #threads: danny

THAT GIRL HAS ALWAYS BEEN HALF GODDESS, HALF HELL. // @hopesflame

“ LEIA ! ” it’s not often that her real name falls from his lips ––– more often now, perhaps, than a year prior ––– but stress tends to bring it out. ( stress. he might laugh, if his heart weren’t lodged, curiously, somewhere near the base of his throat. stress is such a pitiful excuse of a word compared to the heart stopping sort of PANIC a reckless leia inspires in him. ) a single arm wraps around her waist, hauls her up. has she always been this light ? he can distinctly recall her being more difficult to haul and shove in that trash compactor, but perhaps that had been her waterlogged dress, and the memory of irritation, of fear. “ are you TRYING to get yourself killed ?! ” he turns, walks with her still in one arm, held at an awkward sort of an angle against his chest. he wonders if she can feel his heart thumping in time to the melody of a damned reel. “ easy, your worship, easy, ” he attempts to soothe, waiting until they’re safely away from the besalisk agent she had tried, so hard, to pick a fight with, before setting her back down on her own two feet. oh. kriff. mistake, mistake, big mistake, now he’s facing down a one and a half meter high ball of absolute fury. “ what’s gotten into you ?! ”

#replies: leia #threads: han #hopesflame #THERE NOW KELLS ARE U HAPPY

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@clantaught // LIVE ! GROW ! I LOOKED AT YOU AND I SAW YOU WERE ENOUGH.

‘ careful with that ! ’ hera calls, one hand extended, fingers half curled, half reaching for sabine. it's not concern for the package in question as the girl wobbles under the weight ––– it's concern for the mandalorian. if it drops, it can be replaced; if it falls on sabine . . . she doesn't draw breath until sabine's safely set the damn thing back on the ground, and it almost surprises her, the CONCERN. not that she’s not usually concerned for her kids, just that it’s been happening more often than not, as of late. her heart’s taken up residence inside of her throat, since they expanded their horizons, since SHE opened their eyes to the cause they’ve been serving all along. there is a measure of guilt to this concern. a measure of if something happens to this daughter of mine, it will be my fault. ( funny how joining a large scale rebellion changes your world view so quickly. funny how petty old squabbles and concerns seem in the wake of a war brewing in the current of the stars. arguing with sabine happens nearly every other week, but it always feels a hundred million yards away, whenever she gets scared, even just a little bit. and they thought she was the STRONG one. ) a sigh of relief escapes her, and with it, a rush of EMBARRASSMENT. the package wasn’t even explosive. ‘ you alright, starbird ? ’

#clantaught #threads: hera #tbt

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