Apr 19, 2017
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[2:33:34 AM] qrow bra when.: goodnight sweet prince [2:33:34 AM] 2KELLS: go sleep sweet prince
anyway im too tired and buzzed for this Goodnight
yo, dave, i know i've been bad this year but like... can we stop the s*bezr*s... please...
❝ sabezra is fake and died in season one. ketbine for life. ❞
TEKHNINE’S HANDS LIGHT A MATCH IN A SWATH OF NEON RED AND GOLD. craftsmanship is a cosmic child –––– galaxies bloom from bruises, fingertips are constructed of the ash of an old flame. tekhnine is more of a concept than a being, these days. a philosophy. the way they live their life. and the way is this: building things, and then eradicating them in an instant. ( scrap it. start over. ) a technicolor soul, betting all that they own, all that they are, on the broken heart that beats, impossibly, within their chest. it sounds like this: a’den, a’den, a’den. ( atin, atin, atin. ) tekhnine speaks in a dead language of longing and wrath and the fierce, all consuming belief, that they will grow from this. they will become something more. they will, because they must. they will be a person again, one day, a being of skin and bone and blood, breathing and gasping and sobbing, loving, hurting, healing, because they must be. to think of a life where they are not these things, where they remain only a concept, is to think of their death ––– perhaps not today, but someday. tekhnine labels their body as destruction, as rage, self hatred, fury. tekhnine believes herself to only be capable of destroying, even as they hold a brush dipped in paint, in ink, even as they breathe life into objects that once only sat, lifeless. their heart is broken, they think, and broken things can do nothing but break. for tekhnine, this has never been true. art gives way to life. just because a bomb brings destruction does not mean destruction is all you accomplished. tekhnine, you are more than the sum of your bruises, your scars, your heartache. RISE, MAND’ALOR. IT’S TIME TO CREATE.
STAR WARS AESTHETIC BOARDS → Sabine Wren for @weaponexpert
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today’s a special day! i’d like to welcome everyone to this occasion, the two year anniversary of an ongoing celebration. yes, we’re talking about wrenella day! two years ago on this day i messaged wren about wanting to interact with their sabine and received a formal response back. today, i greet them on skype calls with “i don’t like your fuckin’ attitude” and / or other loving profane-filled greetings.
with that said, to @weaponexpert / @firstchosen / @lothrat + more !
it’s been an extraordinary two years that have past. i honestly cannot look back and remember a time in my life where i was without you, and believe it or not, it was quite dull -- well, the skype life was. you know enough about me, as i do about you, to know that spontaneous shit would’ve kept going on in my life regardless. but i wouldn’t have had anyone to share it with, were it not for you. we stay up late and fall asleep to our ongoing conversations, exhaustion laced in our laughter, only to recall the memories in the morning and laugh once more.
wren -- you are phenomenally talented. everything you’ve said about me just now in your earlier post, i can safely say the same regarding you; except it’s tenfold. it was your promo for sabine way back in the day that caught my attention, that ignited a desire to want to take part in the star wars fandom. essentially, i joined because of you. i came, and i never left. it’s with great sincerity i say that i am glad of this as well. i don’t think you write great characters, i think you embody them. i believe you are them, you become them in your writing, as your love bleeds into the effort of establishing and developing them in your own unique way. you are devoted and versatile, passionate and innovative, mesmerizing and awe-inspiring.
i have seen you at your worst. i have seen on the verge of tears and heard sobs, i’ve seen your rage and watched you dealt with the worst of bad days. and i have seen your best, your phenomenal best; your joy, your smile, your laugh. there’s a variety of laughs you have that i love though i’ve told you which one is my favorite. i have felt nothing but proud of you no matter the day simply for the fact that you got through it.
we share just about everything to unusual families to emotional shit we don’t really talk about with anyone else. we talk issues and spill salt. we’ve got a mutual love in wwe and an unironic, unashamed one for twilight simutaneously. incredible, isn’t it?
no offense, but we’re the ideal meme dream team here. we’ve got pearl harbor and slapping titties. you gave my y’all while i gave you deadass. as we nyoom our way through times -- including the incident where i almost choked on rice and died on a live call -- we finally come to the realization that indeed, everyone in this neighborhood is a fucking homo.
so overall, a giant thank you for putting up with me and all the times i’ve drunk called. or all the times i fucked up in english or cried in greek. thank you for getting me into fmab and making me love a minor lizard character, you fucking asshole, because jokes on you: we’re gonna adopt five hundred lizards to compensate for that. thank you for the laughter, thank you for the sincerity and trust, thank you for the memories. and above all else, thank you for the love.
i love you, wren. you’re one of my best friends and biggest inspirations on tungle dot hell. through thick and thin, at least we have each other. happy wrenella day, with all my love always. ♥♥♥♥♥
“okay, but here’s the real question----” or the real question according to jan, anyway. “do you like spraypainting things more, or do you like exploding things more? ‘cause they both seem pretty cool and you seem pretty good at both of ‘em.” // @weaponexpert
everyone on this call after I posted that promo just let out varying degrees of “sarah what the fuck” and I’m not even sorry.