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gorgeous gorgeous girls look at the stars and ache

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EX ALTIORA

#aesthetics #notsw

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Star Wars Appreciation Week Day 5: Favorite Main Character

Han Solo

#han solo #star wars

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@barnesdjarin asked:      ↳ DIN DJARIN or BUCKY BARNES

I’m a Mandalorian. Weapons are part of my religion.

#loml #the mandalorian

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You’re a killer. I am, indeed. But are you?

Prospect (2018)

#one of my favourite sci fi films #if not one of my favourite films in general #not sw

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The Clearest Images of Jupiter ever taken

These beautifully real images are some of the closest images of Jupiter. Jupiter is the fifth planet from the Sun and the largest in the Solar System. It is a gas giant with a mass more than two and a half times that of all the other planets in the Solar System combined, but slightly less than one-thousandth the mass of the Sun. The original image was captured by JunoCam, the camera on NASA's Juno mission in orbit around Jupiter. This image was taken on Juno's 22nd close pass by Jupiter on Sept. 12, 2019 with image processing done by Prateek.

📸: NASA's Juno Space Probe / JunoCam

#my brain can’t comprehend this #i’m going to need a moment #aesthetics

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This is possibly the greatest compliment anyone’s ever given me, thank you! (P.S. Classic literature is a huge influence on me - I’m a sucker for flowery writing)

the memories that haunt us

Din Djarin x gn!reader

synopsis: You accepted his leaving long ago, though it wasn’t without struggle. Now, after you have moved on, an old flame arrives at your door.

word count: 1.1k

warnings: mostly angst, some fluff

a/n: Hi everyone! I have grappled with the idea of writing some fanfic for a while and I’ve finally given into my impulses just this once. As a consequence, this is my first fic on this site so please be kind. I hope you enjoy!

This was no fairytale.

In truth, you weren’t sure fairytales existed in any form – fictional or not, for the stories you had been told as a child had exaggerated their sincerity to a point unrecognizable, robbing them of any lesson that might be worth learning. Nevertheless, there was a time when you had thought you were in one, back when your actions had been dictated by romanticism and naivety. You could not be blamed for it, nor could anyone for having fallen into the trap, but the galaxy was no place for the innocent, for the wide-eyed, and at a time, for you.

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the memories that haunt us

Din Djarin x gn!reader

synopsis: You accepted his leaving long ago, though it wasn’t without struggle. Now, after you have moved on, an old flame arrives at your door.

word count: 1.1k

warnings: mostly angst, some fluff

a/n: Hi everyone! I have grappled with the idea of writing some fanfic for a while and I’ve finally given into my impulses just this once. As a consequence, this is my first fic on this site so please be kind. I hope you enjoy!

This was no fairytale.

In truth, you weren’t sure fairytales existed in any form – fictional or not, for the stories you had been told as a child had exaggerated their sincerity to a point unrecognizable, robbing them of any lesson that might be worth learning. Nevertheless, there was a time when you had thought you were in one, back when your actions had been dictated by romanticism and naivety. You could not be blamed for it, nor could anyone for having fallen into the trap, but the galaxy was no place for the innocent, for the wide-eyed, and at a time, for you.

You recalled the flowing rivers encompassing the land, their beauty unfathomable and their power unknown, and the smell of spring flowers ingrained itself into the recesses of your memory. He had found you broken, indeed a fragmented mess, and with careful hands he had made you whole again. With his words, he reminded you of your worth, of the importance of self-acceptance, and the necessity of self-respect. You think you were in love with him, the metal man that walked the paths of your remembrance, and though you had never touched his skin, nor seen the face that hid behind his angular helmet, you knew he was beautiful. The moment he had flown you to Naboo, his visor focused on your widened eyes and your eclipsing smile, you had recognised it - the beauty that hid behind his metallic exterior, and you had decided then that you would be his forever. At night, under the glow of a million shining stars, he had granted you his name, and you had granted him your heart.

But all illusions are destined to be shattered - sooner or later.

And when you had risen with the dawn, still smiling with the happenings of the night before, you had found yourself alone, stuck with the few credits he had left you and the Mandalorian-shaped whole in your heart.

And so, you had damned Din Djarin, wishing ill upon him wherever the galaxy might hold him.

But you were younger then, and angrier. You supposed that was a consequence of one’s first heartbreak, for when the feelings of betrayal and hurt intertwine with innocence and ingenuousness, they create a concoction of deadly and overcoming hatred. But as the years progressed, slow and painful as they had been, the wound began to heal, and your temperament had placated. You had founded a new life on the planet he had deserted you on, complete with your own home and a simple job, and though it compared little to the dreams you had dared to venture within during your tempestuous youth, you had discovered peace was oftentimes a worthy substitute to the chaos and burden that adventure carried. You believed you had found true freedom, perhaps not in the literal sense, but liberation from the turmoils of the past had been plenty satisfiable to you. And yet, even with having moved on from all of it, you still saw his armored form at night, when your thoughts and night-terrors were disinclined to respect your sanity.  

And the moment you saw the Mandalorian at your door, as rash as he had always been, you thought you might’ve killed him.

In many ways he was the same person who had left you on Naboo, still reckless and still young, but in his stance lay the suggestions of a more-hardened nature, one forged by the transpirings of a difficult life. Despite this, you wanted to wrangle his neck in your now-calloused hands, and to give him the pain you had been forced to endure for all those years.

But your hands remained relaxed at your sides as you took a step back, letting him into your home without a word. Your house, a quaint cabin lodged within the Nabooian forests, had been commissioned with the very credits he had left you with. You had watched its insurrection with clouded eyes and vacant stares, imagining a time in which you and Din could have lived in it together, both of you lost in the delights of domestic life. But as he stood silently in your living room, his helmet angled downwards in shame, the daydream stood much less picturesque.

You weren’t much interested in his words or his pleas, nor his reasons for being on the run. You had simply left him standing there, as he had you all those years ago. When the fresh sun beckoned for a new day’s work, you had abandoned him once again, resigning your thoughts to the handiwork laid in front of you. And when the hours had passed and your tired figure found its way back to your wooden walls, you had negated his presence once more, leaving him to grapple in the silence of his guilt.

He hadn’t attempted reconciliation, having accepted your quiet detestation the moment he had arrived, and at most he was grateful for the solace you had granted regardless of your feelings on the matter. From a logical perspective, you should have preferred it this way, for his passive indifference made it easier to forget he even existed, but at times, such as when his visor lingered on you for slightly too long, you could feel the kindling within you threaten to catch alight. And so you buried the bonfire with work, and sleep, and silence. Though you remembered his simple laugh, coupled with the smile that almost burned through the beskar of his helmet, or the way you had ran and danced through abandoned fields, both of you drunk on the highs of indescribable affection. You remembered how he held you, his strength rivaled by his gentle grasp, and the warmth that hid behind the cool of his coverings, a reminder that he was alive. You remembered the promises, the sweet musings, the nicknames. You remembered how he had loved you, and how he had vowed to love you for eternity.

In the brisk Autumn night, you relaxed in the greenery outside your home, lost in your recollection. You hadn’t acknowledged him when he had found you there, all solitary in your desolation, nor when he had placed himself next to you, a soft utterance of your name filtering through his helmet. Instead, you simply found his hand with yours, grasping it with a tender grip.

And so you had sat there, the Mandalorian firmly at your side, as the sun began to shine through the trees.

#din djarin #the mandalorian #din djarin x reader #din djarin x gn!reader #din djarin x you #din djarin angst #din djarin oneshot #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian angst #the mandalorian fanfiction #the mandalorian oneshot

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↳ Horizon Forbidden West

#aesthetics

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#woah #themandalorian

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STAR WARS: A NEW HOPE (1977) dir. George Lucas

#star wars

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NASA’s Webb Space Telescope Reveals Astounding, Unprecedented Views of the Universe

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And this is why I love Star Wars. It will always be a hub of creativity and opportunity, regardless of who it's owned by.

Someone in my offline life asked why I bother writing Star Wars fanfic, listing off Disney’s various and assorted sins, all of which of course I agree are awful! BUT. I think Star Wars as a concept doesn’t actually belong to the company that bought the legal right to wring as much profit out of the IP as possible. Star Wars is actually much larger than that.

Star Wars is a massive cultural project, almost half a century old, comprising all forms media, all forms of both official and folk art. It's a densely woven tapestry of stories, the fruits of the labor and inspiration of thousands and thousands of people. It's honestly the mythology of many of our childhoods, and it belong to us in a way that capitalism can’t touch.

It's truly a global phenomenon too! Writing stories and sharing my theories about Star Wars has brought me into being a member a vast community of people, like I've had people ask to translate my stories into Russian, Italian, Chinese. I've had comments in my story written in so many languages. I have made friends across the globe, all from sitting at my isolated farm in rural USA.

That's the reason that I write Star Wars, beyond enjoying the Force, the Jedi, the infinitely expandable galaxy, etc. like there's room for everybody to tell stories. It's a beautiful, special thing that I wouldn't trade for anything. I personally LIKE joining in and adding my voice to an ongoing conversation among people who are excited about the heroes and stories that defined my childhood.

The entire idea of mythology only being available for a corporation, and not for the fans, is absurd to me. If we were in ancient Greece, and you said that you and your friends like to sit around and tell each other stories about Homeric characters, nobody would find it strange! Homer and the Homeric heroes were the pervasive stories that everybody vaguely knew and everyone had the context to easily enjoy a retelling.

I'm a prequels kid, and for me and many people in my generation, Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala, and Obi-Wan Kenobi, and the fall of the galactic republic are formative stories seen at the ages when stories really matter. The generation before might have had Luke Skywalker, Princess Leia, Han Solo—these figures are so archteypal, they belong to all of our collective imagination. Disney has nothing to do with that.

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THE MANDALORIAN Chapter 11: The Heiress

#so pretty #themandalorian

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The time of the Jedi is over.

#obi wan kenobi

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Star Wars Appreciation Week(s)

Day 6 | Favorite Planet / Location: Bracca

#jedi fallen order