#source: star wars the force awakens

[totallyrwbyquotes]

Pyrrha: We have to do something! People are counting on us!

Jaune: So we'll figure it out. We'll use our Auras!

Pyrrha: That's not how Aura works!

[Source: The Force Awakens]

#submission #rwby #incorrect quotes #incorrect rwby quotes #source: star wars the force awakens

[incorrectrotgquotes]

Jack Frost: This was a mistake.

Bunnymund: Huge!

#source: star wars: the force awakens #rise of the guardians #incorrect rise of the guardians quotes #incorrect rotg quotes #incorrect quotes #rotg #dreamworks animation #dreamworks #jack frost #jackson overland frost #e. aster bunnymund #bunnymund #mine

[incorrect-first-order]

Leia, at some official event talking with Hux before Hosnian’t Prime: Fuck you, my child is completelly fine!

Hux, dumbfounded: Ma’am, your child’s comfort character is Darth Vader.

#submission #source: tiktok I think #HOSNIAN'T PRIME #incorrect quotes #incorrect star wars #star wars #star wars sequel trilogy #the force awakens #the last jedi #the rise of skywalker #star wars episode vii #star wars episode viii #star wars episode ix #the resistance #the first order #leia organa #armitage hux

[coruscant-clickbait]

Finn: An underrated part of petting a tooka is when you reach over their head to scratch their back and they bonk their head on your arm

#coruscant-clickbait #mandalore scandalore #incorrect star wars quotes #star wars #finn #source: tumblr #the force awakens #the last jedi #the rise of skywalker

[deafblindshorty]

Hey! Han, Chewie! Will you take a second and talk to me here?

Finn, probably

#incorrect star wars quotes #star wars #the force awakens #original: lost #source: lost #finn (star wars) #rebelfinn #han solo #chewbacca #Considering there are so many star wars references on lost #this is a major missed opportunity! #or should I say... #LOST opportunity? xD #...Okay #I'm done

[mancandykings]

Oscar Isaac speaking at the 2015 San Diego Comic Con International, for "Star Wars: The Force Awakens", at the San Diego Convention Center in San Diego, California [source]

#oscar isaac #oscarisaacedit #oisaacedit #swedit #starwarscastedit #flawlessgentlemen #usermichi #tuserhan #userairam #tuserpolly #usermandie #tusercora #* #edit #constance

[alittlehurtwithyourcomfort]

The Dragon Prince Whumplist

Character: Callum (voiced by Jack DeSena)

Age Rating: TV-Y7 (FV)

Show available on Netflix

Genre: Animation, Found Family, Action, Adventure, Fantasy

Synopsis: In the magical land of Xadia, magic comes from six primal sources: the sun, moon, stars, sky, earth and ocean. When human mages create a seventh kind of magic -- dark magic -- they start capturing and harvesting the unique magical creatures they need as ingredients, which sparks a war between Xadia and the Human Kingdoms. Three kids from opposite sides of the conflict -- two princes and an elven assassin sent to kill them -- discover a secret that could change everything and decide to join forces and go on an epic journey. That trek could be their only hope of ending the war and restoring peace to both worlds. (Via Google)

Notes: This show is GOOD. If you like ATLA, you'll enjoy this. It gets progressively darker and more violent as the show goes on, so fair warning for that. The relationships between the characters are amazing, and there's also great diverse representation! I highly recommend.

TW's: Violence, mild blood/gore (audio/visual gets worse in later seasons), death, child abuse/neglect, child endangerment, emetophobia (very mild), mild torture

List Key:

bold = most whump, best whump, or favorite whump scenes

~ = a scene break

THIS LIST CONTAINS MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE SERIES!

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1x01: sparring ~~ upset, argued 

1x02: teary-eyed, emotional goodbye ~~ knocked around, holding his head ~~ threatened

1x03: betrayed, stressed ~~ manhandled, restrained, voice taken (by magic), heavy breathing ~~ scared, gets voice back and coughing ~~ terrified, shocked and teary-eyed, out of breath

1x04: stressed ~~ held at swordpoint 

1x05: stressed

1x06: extremely worried, scared 

1x07: emotional conversation, stressed 

1x08: scared

1x09: scared, stressed 

2x01: sad, stressed

2x02: extremely emotional, sobbing ~~ grieving

2x03: grieving, worried, teary-eyed ~~ sobbing, comforted ~~ betrayed

2x04: stressed

2x05: grieving, stressed

2x06: crying

2x07: glowing eyes, passes out, concern for him ~~ helped to stand, weak

2x08: helped to walk, delirious, weak ~~ in pain, delirious, unconscious ~~ terrifying dreams ~~ concern for him ~~ struggling to breathe, concern for him

2x09: still struggling to breathe, held, concern for him, wakes up gasping

3x01: stressed

3x02: none

3x03: stressed

3x04: stressed

3x05: stressed 

3x06: emotional

3x07: out of breath, almost passes out

3x08: frustrated 

3x09: stressed ~~ choked, gasping for air  ~~ crying, terrified, almost falls

4x01: stressed ~~ startled ~~ solemn, crying 

4x02: stressed, startled 

4x03: angry ~~ solemn

4x04: angry ~~ scared, choking, half-collapsed, possessed, body puppeteered, glowing eyes ~~ still possessed, concern for him, collapsed, unconscious, held

4x05: crying, choked up ~~ emotional conversation 

4x06: stressed

4x07: emotional conversation, "i need you to kill me", talking about possession

4x08: stressed ~~ sleeping spell, weak, collapsed unconscious 

4x09: rough awakening, scared

5x01: stressed 

5x02: stressed

5x03: stressed 

5x04: terrified, worried about his aunt 

5x05: stressed 

5x06: none

5x07: half-collapsed, magical exhaustion, struggling to breathe, helped to stand, supported, concern for him ~~ tired ~~ hands chained behind his back, chin grabbed/manhandled

5x08: unconscious, chained to a pole, shaky breathing, slowly waking up, scared, threatened, electrocuted/beaten (off-screen)~~ slowly waking up, still chained, blood and bruises on his face, heavy breathing, in pain, chin grabbed/manhandled ~~ scared ~~ manhandled, hands chained behind his back, stumbling, collapsed/forced to his knees, concern for him, weak ~~ extremely worried, yelling, angry, knocked out ~~ chained, struggling, pained voice, collapsed ~~ weak, "blood freezing", choked, gasping in pain, struggling, dropped, struggling to breathe, concerned ~~ sad, concern for him, hugged, guilty 

5x09: concerned ~~ slammed into the ground, restrained 

#whump #whump community #whumplist #whump blog #whumplists #whump recs #whump list #animated whump

[ombresdemaquia]

I finally found out where the fandom references like Hux (34, scary) came from: the movie script!

Some good ones:

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Source: https://assets.scriptslug.com/live/pdf/scripts/star-wars-episode-vii-the-force-awakens-2015.pdf

Also I have to ask, where did this scene come from? I did not find it in the movie. Example pic below:

#you son-of-a-bitch lmaoo #kylux #kylo ren #armitage hux #general hux

[pinacolanagifs]

𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐆𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐅 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐊 !!

𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈? i can't believe my eyes, #447 (268x151) gifs of john boyega starring in the movie star wars ( the force awakens) can be found in the source below. if these gifs are found helpful hit that LIKE or REBLOG button !! if you’d like to use these gifs in crackships, gif icons, or edits all i ask is to be tagged in the post. If you’re interested in a commission, feel free to hit me up here 💚 / TW flashing lights, weapons, violence, injury, aliens, fire, explosions, guns, choking, blood, snow

#gif pack #john boyega gif hunt #john boyega gif pack #john boyega

[sitp-recs]

Hiiii I LOVEE your blog, I’ve been following it for ages but have never put a request so.. here goes..

Can you rec any hurt harry fics on the longer side??

Please and thank u☕���

Hi anon! Welcome to the ask box 😊 sure thing, love me some Harry whump, I’ve included both physical and emotional/mental hurt:

Bad Medicine by playout (E, 25k)

As an Auror, Harry is no stranger to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries but he has reached his limit with his confidential information appearing in the Prophet after every visit. He's angry enough to give even his childhood nemesis's private practice a go. At least if Harry's secrets show up in the paper now, he'll know who to hex.

Match Fit by ravenclawsquill (E, 25k)

After picking up a groin injury just two weeks before the Quidditch World Cup Final, star Seeker Harry Potter reluctantly agrees to seek help from world-renowned Magi-Physiotherapist, Draco Malfoy.

A Year in Training by Omi_Ohmy (M, 25k)

Harry is finally living his dream and training as an Auror, but nothing seems to be going right: he’s just so angry all the time. And Draco Malfoy’s presence on the programme really isn’t helping with that, either.

Breathe In (and Feel No Hurt) by Constance1 (T, 38k)

A tale of love, loss, and of finding hope again. Or the story of how Draco turned into a house-cat in order to secretly bother a depressed Harry Potter until he was no longer feeling sorry for himself.

The Four Doors by @fluxweeed (E, 48k)

It’s been four months since Harry lost his memory. Four months of dead ends and no answers. With time running out until his memories are gone for good, Harry agrees to a course of Legilimency therapy with a renowned specialist: Mind Healer Draco Malfoy.

Meet Me at Midnight by @the-starryknight (T, 57k)

Harry was beginning to wonder if he’d ever make anything again when Malfoy stormed through the door of Harry’s furniture shop. Now Harry’s got an impossible Ministry commission to finish, and even less energy than ever to deal with his elusive muse. That is, until he stumbles upon the surreal and beautiful world of a mysterious fae creature…

Merlin Works in Mysterious Ways by lordhellebore (M, 82k)

When Harry is forced to form a Blood Bond with Draco Malfoy under threat of death, he thinks his future will consist of a cold home and sexual frustration. But when a group of left-over Death Eaters decides to stir trouble, their lives change completely – and it takes them both some years to figure out whether it’s for better or for worse.

Balance, Imperfect by @bixgirl1 (E, 91k)

When Harry sustains an injury in the line of work, he no longer knows how to navigate the life he loved, and finds help and solace from the most unexpected source.

I Am Not Who I Became by mab_di (E, 93k)

Draco left England after the trials and has travelled the world meeting wizards and Muggles from different cultures and with vastly different relationships to magic, each other, and the natural world. Now he's a fisherman in Finland on commercial vessels. Harry has been struggling since the war and has become a recluse while trying to write his autobiography.

Soup-pocalypse and The Great Curry Cataclysm by SquadOfCats (E, 104k)

Eleven years after the war, Draco Malfoy leads a quiet, boring, and perfectly respectable life, thanks very much. Or, at least he does, until a sudden and very unexpected veela awakening causes him to throw soup all over Harry Potter in the middle of the Ministry cafeteria.

Any Instrument by @dictacontrion (E, 131k)

Draco Malfoy wouldn't go back to England for anything less than an exceptional case. Being asked to figure out why Harry Potter can't control his magic might be exceptional enough to qualify.

#asks #anon #Drarry reclist #hurt Harry

[ikaroux]

Wake up.

Author's note: Ola ola ola! I'm going to start writing a multi-chapter book in a pure HAREM style! The main character will still be the reader, but in order to make the reading a little smoother, I've decided to replace my traditional V/N with Eve, which I'll italicize to let you choose the first name of your choice. It's more a question of personal comfort than anything else. I may also give the character some physical characteristics, like long hair or a particular eye color that changes depending on the plot of the story, but otherwise free to imagine the reader as you see fit <3.

(Not having an AO3 account yet, I will post on tumblr first until I can post on that platform).

Surrounded by the stars, your body seemed to float in a stellar water. Silence was the only master of the place, plunging you into a peaceful sleep. You felt so tired...

Wake up...

Your eyes opened slowly, searching with trembling eyes for the source of that voice.

Wake up Eve...

Distraught, you came out of your lying position, your arms flailing at your sides to keep you out of the water, looking around you for the source of that mysterious voice. A voice that was neither a man's nor a woman's, or was it both?

They need you... Remember.

"Who are you?"

They need you to come home, Eve.

"Who are you!?" You shouted, a hint of anguish distorting your voice.

An excruciating pain suddenly erupted in your head, forcing your hands to hold your skull in hopes that it would ease your suffering. Images began to flash through your subconscious. A world in the grip of war, men and women fighting with elemental powers, a divine entity awakening from a long sleep, a giant form hovering in the void more or less resembling an egg painted in the colors of the universe, an explosion, the birth of a world, the love of a deity for his creation...

Then the image of a being with androgynous looks, kneeling on a marble floor, surrounded by several beings dressed in tunics similar to those of the gods of the antiquity of your world. All this looked like a trial... or rather a condemnation... One of the deities was reading a text aloud. Her long, immaculate white hair resembled that of the god who was facing her accusations. The golden eyes of the one who had just announced herself as Asmodeus, guardian of the laws of the vault, were cold and merciless.

The closer the moment of the verdict approached, the more you seemed to feel a lack of air in your lungs. Your ears were ringing, making it difficult to understand what Asmodeus was saying to the assembly. Nevertheless, some bits of speech reached your aching ears. The words Celestia, war, Teyvat, reign, and death sentence managed to enter your mind before the reaper approached the condemned with his heavy axe. Your breathing quickened, you could feel your face turn pale and the sweat run down your temples as the kneeling being slowly lifted his face, once lowered to the ground, toward you. His beautiful face with feminine features was marked by war, exhaustion and abdication. Nevertheless, her golden glowing eyes, similar to Asmodeus, shone with intensity as they reflected your image.

Wake up!

The sound of metal scraping against the ground ceased as the axe rose violently above the god's neck. You screamed in horror as the scene suddenly darkened, the sound of severed flesh echoing in your voice...

You sat up violently on your bed, your body drenched in sweat and a choking feeling that made you feel like you were dying. A cough caught in your throat as your hands gripped your aching neck. Waiting for a moment for your breathing to return to normal, you then reached for the light switch on your bedside lamp with a trembling hand. Your heart was pounding in your chest, making you dizzy and nauseous. As soon as your fingers found the switch, a dim light partially illuminated the room, giving you a violent headache that made you grind your teeth. Awkwardly pulling the sheets off your body, you got up and headed for the bathroom that was connected to your bedroom.

You lived in a small student apartment, not far from the university where you were studying. Your living space might have seemed cramped to many, after all, you only had three rooms to yourself, your bedroom, which could barely contain a bed, a bedside table and a small desk. The bathroom, where you took your shower in a cabin barely thicker than you, an old sink topped by a mirror with damaged reflections, a toilet as well as a small cabinet to store your medicines, towels and cosmetics. Finally, the last room was a simple living room/kitchen, containing the bare minimum to live, study and eat properly. All of this at an exorbitant price but necessary to be able to study in the university of your dreams. This place had at least allowed you to fight your claustrophobia...

Exhausted, you were looking with a trembling hand for the pills for your migraines and for a sedative to help you recover. How long had you been living like this, plagued by nightmares, insomnia and constant migraines? Weeks? No, more like months. Swallowing with difficulty the pills that you had carelessly thrown into your mouth with a glass of water that you had left within reach for this occasion, your eyes red with exhaustion looked for your reflection in the mirror. You were a shadow of your former self, your complexion pale and your cheeks hollowed out. Your neck bore the marks of your fingers... A sigh escaped from your lips, letting the mist hide your reflection. Your eyes closed for a few seconds as your hands rested on the edge of the sink to support your body. Feeling your pills slowly taking effect, you slowly moved away from the sink and walked heavily back to your bed.

Sitting on the mattress, you reached into the drawer of your bedside table for a notebook that you always kept close at hand. Opening it, you could see old notes that you had written after every nightmare, every rude awakening. At the top of each page was the date and time you woke up. Rereading the last few lines of your notebook, the words Teyvat, Asmodeus, Celestia seemed to come up again and again in your dreams. Turning the pages of your notebook, you noticed that this was the case for every dream you had written down, with a few differences. Names you didn't know would appear here and there: Morax, Barbatos, Beelzebub, Buer, Paimon, and many others. Names that, strangely enough, also existed in your world as belonging to demons. A shiver ran down your spine. You weren't really the type to believe in demons, gods and all those unreal fantasies, but a small part of you seemed to be marked by the dreams that haunted you every night. You couldn't take it anymore and sometimes had to resort to medication to make it through the night without nightmares.

After writing down what you had seen that night, your dark eyes turned to your alarm clock. Five o'clock in the morning... Your astrophysics class was starting in three short hours. Going back to sleep was not an option, you had to have a clear mind for the day ahead. The study of the stars, of the universe was a passion. A passion that you wanted to make a career out of, so it wasn't hard for you to motivate yourself. Slapping your cheeks with your fresh hands, you got up from your bed to open the shutters of the best room in your apartment, the balcony.

"Come on Eve, you'll have plenty of time to sleep when you're dead." An expression your mother used to say to you every time she tried to encourage you. Fatigue seemed to fade instantly from your features. Ready to face this new day, you went to the bathroom to get ready for an invigorating shower.

Packing your bag, you check that all your important items were in it, mainly your books, your notes, your wallet and, of course, your smartphone. Proud of your organization, you took the last novel you were on to satisfy your little romantic side. Checking one last time that nothing was forgotten, you left your apartment to reach the train station that would take you to your campus, three stations after your stop. Making a quick detour to the local coffee shop, you emerged with your caffeine fix in hand. Without looking where you were walking, you were already nose in your book, looking for the passage you had stopped on last time.

"Ah yes, it was there." Laughing softly as you reread the lines of the text, you wondered how the heroine of your book had managed to get herself into a situation where several men were declaring their love for her and who, on top of that, agreed to her having a relationship with each of them. How strange and unusual, but so exciting!

Your steps led you mechanically to the train station even as you were immersed in the plot of your book, sipping your hot drink between sentences. Waiting on the platform, you didn't notice the strangeness of the place. Everything was quiet, without a sound or movement. Even the wind seemed to have died down. You were alone at a time when many people were supposed to take their train to go to work or to study... Only the sound of the train approaching at high speed seemed to break the silent harmony that had been created. Time seemed to have frozen, like a taut wire ready to break.

Wake up!

You violently raised your head from your book, your eyes wide open, stupor easily read in them, your gaze locked on what they saw in front of you. The figure of a child stood on the platform opposite yours. Her hair, tied in an elegant ponytail on the left side of her head, was dyed white with emerald green streaks, looking as if it had just come out of a dream. Her pointed ears resembled those of the elves of the Nordic legends. Her lips moved suddenly, uttering words in a language that was foreign to you. Her emerald eyes begged you to help her... And just as you started to reach out to her, the train coming into the station made you step back. The strong wind that accompanied it blew your hair away. The space around you seemed to blacken, to fade away. Panicked, your eyes searched for the little girl behind the train, until a hand came in front of your eyes, obscuring your view.

Don't be afraid. Everything will be all right. You just need to wake up.

Your heart drummed in your chest and your breathing became difficult. Why was this happening? Why was this happening to you in broad daylight? It was a dream, wasn't it? Your arms wrapped around your chest, clutching your bag and book to it, your fingers tightening dangerously around your drink.

You screamed in terror as a force seemed to suck you into the darkness...

Your eyes snapped open as you took a deep breath of air. Something was wrong... You were no longer on the platform of your train, but in a sort of gigantic amphitheater library with a fantastic look. Everything was made of white marble, vines and flowers wrapped around the columns of the room. Books were arranged by the thousand, rising to heights that would make any history and knowledge lover's head spin. Lost, frightened, trembling, your eyes darted nervously around the room before coming face to face with a jade spear that threatened to slit your throat. Flinching violently, your hand released its grip on your cup, scattering across the floor of your still warm drink.

"Who are you and where did you come from? Speak!"

Your lips trembled as you couldn't look away from the blade. Tears were welling up in your eyes... You were physically and morally exhausted, it had become too much for you, you wanted to break, to take his weapon and throw it in his face. But fear froze you in place, making you even more vulnerable than an insect about to be crushed.

"What are you waiting for to speak stranger!?"

The tip of his blade touched the delicate skin of your neck, making you groan in terror. Your heartbeat became more and more violent, waking up your headache. Despite the fear and pain, you couldn't help but notice something strange about this man... The language he used to speak to you was totally unknown to you... Yet you could understand it as if you had heard it all your life.

"Xiao, put the gun down. This young lady looks completely terrified."

The black-haired man slowly lowered his gun without ever taking his eyes off me. His amber eyes held only distrust and ferocity towards me, leaving me trembling in my lap. The other man, the one who had called out to his comrade, moved closer to him, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. He was tall, much taller than the man who called himself Xiao. His long, earthy coat showed off his perfect figure. This man, who had long, fine brown hair, slowly approached you, raising his gloved hand to place it on your cheek, but he was surprised to see you recoil in fear.

"Don't be afraid. No one here will hurt you."

The man turned to the seats adorning the amphitheater, and it was only then that you noticed the men standing behind him, looking at you with curiosity and suspicion. Unable to take it anymore, your legs gave way under the pressure. A flicker of concern crossed Xiao's features, disappearing immediately when he saw his friend kneeling beside you, brushing some strands of your hair away from your face.

"You are extremely pale." He looked around for one of the men. "Tighnari, can you take her over?"

A man with large fennec ears and a matching tail ran up to you, causing you to violently back away from him. The man stopped short when he saw your frightened reaction.

"What the hell are you?! Why do you have guns!? Why does it have ears and a tail!? What do you want from me!? Leave me alone... Leave me..." Tears blurred your vision as your throat tightened dangerously, preventing you from speaking. You felt your breathing jerk, forcing you to inhale and exhale with more force.

"I'm afraid communication is complicated. It would seem that this young woman speaks no language known to our world."

You looked up at a man with gray hair and a turquoise sheen. His eyes were a strange color, a mixture of light turquoise with orange pupils. Like virtually every man gathered in this room, he was extremely well built and incredibly handsome.

"If even Alhaitham can't understand her, I'm afraid there's nothing we can do to calm her down." Said a man wearing an eye patch, blue hair cascading over his left shoulder.

"Aether... Maybe Paimon could help us decipher what she's saying. She did it well for you on your journey through the seven nations." The red-haired man who had just spoken looked at his friend with a tense gaze, his ruby eyes darting between you and the young blond man accompanied by a... small flying creature. The man called Aether rested his fingers on his chin, seeming to think for a brief moment before being interrupted by the little creature stuck to him.

"Hehe~ Leave it to me!" She said, pretending to roll up her sleeves. "What would you do without the amazing Paimon!" Some huffed, annoyed by Paimon's words, others just rolled their eyes, a slight smile on their lips.

Paimon twirled to me, bringing his face dangerously close to mine.

"I promise, it won't hurt!" She said as her hand touched my forehead, a white glow coming from it, partially blinding me. She stepped back as soon as the light disappeared, turning to the others, fists on hips and a proud look lighting up her features. "Hmph! It's done. Oye Bull-Chucker! Bow to my superiority!"

"Hah!? Come and tell me that to my goddamn Flying Lavender Melon face!" Shouted the man with horns, advancing with a threatening step towards the little floating fairy. Instinctively, fear made you back away.

"Say BULL-CHUCKER again!?"

"Paimon! Itto!" Aether stood between the two, glaring at them. "You're scaring him!" A childish laugh diverted your attention, your eyes settling on the form of a young man with midnight blue hair, wearing long wavy locks dotted with a beautiful hint of aqua color. His green eyes gazed tenderly at you as he knelt beside you, shadowing Morax and Tighnari who had remained by your side throughout this whole setup.

"Fear not, they speak loudly but are gentle as lambs. I am Venti, and the slightly scary man at my side is named Zhongli!" Zhongli gave him a dark look that he wanted to be discreet. "Tell me, what is your name?" Your breathing gradually returned to a steady rhythm as you listened to Venti's soft voice. The man, who appeared to be in his early twenties, like most of the men here, gave off something soft, reassuring.

"I-I... Eve... I'm-I was just..." You wanted to tell him everything. You wanted to tell him about the little girl across the dock who was calling for help, the darkness that was engulfing you, your nightmares, that voice that kept whispering in your ear, telling you to wake up. But the deafening pain in your head silenced you, a deafening whistle invading your ears and bringing tears to your eyes. You dropped your book and bag to hold your head in your hands, bending forward slightly, trying to hide from the blinding light of the room. A hand came up hastily behind your back, rubbing it in a protective gesture. The touch was warm, reassuring. Raising your blurred gaze towards the one who touched you, you could not distinguish to whom belonged the multiple worried faces that surrounded you, and it was with a last moan of pain that you lost consciousness...

Xiao's point of view

Xiao let his weapon disappear as he watched the obvious pain on your face. He immediately thought that he was the one who caused your discomfort. He tried to silence the two rambunctious men, but he was quickly caught off guard by Thomas, Aether, and Diluc who were already separating them, Diluc using his natural authority to admonish Itto and Paimon. Xiao's attention returned to you. Hesitantly, he took a step in your direction, stopping abruptly when he saw Archon Anemo standing beside you.

Since the end of the war against the abyss, several years had passed, leaving all the members of the group to grow and mature with the seasons. Xiao was not to be outdone. After his body was cleansed of karma thanks to the traveler and Teyvat was freed from the yoke of Celestia, Xiao underwent some physical changes as well, growing a few inches taller, now reaching Morax's shoulders, so he no longer had to bend his neck to look him in the eye. Barbatos, or rather Venti, was not left out. The man was no longer a child, he had grown up, his hair had grown to his shoulder blades and his face had lost its childish features. Nevertheless, Venti had something that Xiao did not, a reassuring aura that seemed to calm your nerves.

As soon as Xiao heard your name, he couldn't help but find it beautiful and sweet. Without lying to himself, Xiao found you beautiful in every way, even if your facial features were pale and drawn by fatigue, you gave off a comforting aura... Shaking his head violently to compose himself, he looked at you again, forcing himself to think that you might be a threat to Teyvat... Xiao was ready to pull out his gun at any moment to annihilate you if necessary. Yet when he saw you collapse in on yourself, holding your head in your hands with a pained expression, he was one of the first to go to you, putting a hand on your back to calm you down. Your eyes locked with his, not seeming to recognize him. You fell unconscious, collapsing into the arms of Morax, who was standing in front of you. Before he could act, Xiao was seized with a protective surge, lifting you into his arms and rushing out of the amphitheater.

"Xiao!" Morax's voice sounded worried as he called out to his faithful Yaksha.

"I wouldn't hurt him." Said Xiao without stopping to walk. "Cyno, show me the nearest room to this academy." Xiao was quickly joined by a white-haired man, his head crowned with a jackal helmet. They were almost the same size, give or take a few inches.

"Come on, there's an infirmary not far from here. Tighnari will be able to take care of her once she gets there." Tighnari was already at Xiao's heels, quickly followed by the group of men in the room...

The hours passed while you slept. Dottore had placed an IV on you to inject a sedative, allowing your breathing to return to normal. Xiao watched you sleep, his face reassured as he saw that your body had relaxed once... that Fatui, Dottore and Tighnari had taken care of you. All the pain seemed to have gone out of you thanks to the potion Dottore had concocted for you.

Monitoring Fatui's actions, making sure he didn't do anything strange to you, Xiao continued to listen to the ramblings of his comrades gathered in the academy's gigantic infirmary.

"What a strange book. It seems to show a different solar system from ours. This blue planet... It seems habitable and... strangely similar to our world." Alhaitham turned the pages of one of the books you carried in your bag, drawing the curiosity of several pairs of eyes such as Kaeya, Pantalone, Albedo, Aether, Itto and Scaramouche. Kaveh rolled his eyes as he watched the group of men freely intrude into the privacy of a young woman without her permission.

"It's fascinating. Are there no pages about the life forms that populate this world?" Albedo wondered.

"Hmph! Even if you had that kind of page, you wouldn't be able to read a single line. It's so frustrating. Tell me Aether, your flying insect can't translate what's on it." Scaramouche frowned as he tried to read the funny letters written on the pages.

"Ah! Gnngnngnnn wait a little while until I find a new nickname for you, you stupid-!" Paimon got angry before finding himself with Aether's hand over his mouth.

"Indeed, the writing is completely different from ours. I've never seen such a strange alphabet." Pantalone ran a curious finger over the lines of text.

"You shouldn't touch his things without his permission. I find that very intrusive of you gentlemen." Alhaitham and the group around him gave Kaveh a cold look, making the poor architect who was leaning against the wall beside him shudder. Without answering him, they resumed their contemplation of the astronomy book he was holding. Albedo was the only one to get out of the group, however, heading for the bag that was lying nonchalantly at your side. There he took a book that had titillated his curiosity. Opening it, he could see your beautiful handwriting... With a smile on his lips, he quietly browsed the pages until his expression darkened as he "read".

"Interesting..."

In front of your bed stood Diluc, arms crossed, watching you with a concerned eye while keeping an eye on Dottore. Others were talking in low voices among themselves, avoiding making too much noise so as not to wake you up.

"What do you think Chongyun, what is this book about?" Xingqiu whispered to his friend while showing him the cover of the book. Chongyun looked at the illustrated cover of a young woman looking at the reader as she was embraced by two men who seemed madly in love with her. Chongyun felt a strong heat rising on his cheeks and his whole body, making his friend giggle. Kazuha and Heizou also glanced at the cover before giving each other amused looks.

"A highly spicy romance novel if you ask me." Ria Heizou.

"Nothing abnormal about it, many women like this kind of story." Kazuha's soft voice was far from mocking. He enjoyed reading, of any type and any horizon. He would never allow himself to judge the taste and colors of others. Childe approached the group and snatched the book from Xingqiu's hands, turning the pages with a frown.

"Seriously, what language is this written in?!" Xingqiu smiled with a shrug. He too had not been able to decipher this foreign language. Alhaitham, Dottore, Tighnari and Cyno had tried to translate a few lines, but it seemed that the alphabet used was completely unknown to them.

Varka was standing by a window, talking confidently with Pulcinella, Pierrot and Capitano, all three theorizing about your origins.

Not far away stood Razor, Bennett, Mika and Venti, all four sitting on a bed near yours. Venti watched you happily while curiosity veiled Razor's eyes.

"Eve smells like sunshine. Good." Bennett laughed nervously as he looked at his friend.

"And you Mika, what do you think of her?" Asked the young man as he turned to his friend at his side. Mika, surprised by the question, simply dipped his head in his notebook.

"M-Me? I don't think anything special... Just... Uh... She's... Pretty maybe?" Mika immediately regretted his words when he heard Venti laugh loudly, one of his arms abruptly wrapping around the blonde young man's shoulders.

"Sorry to disappoint you my friend, but I spotted it first!" Venti drew dark looks at him. Xiao sighed, crossing his arms as he continued to observe the scene.

"Xiao, how are you feeling?" Yaksha turned his surprised gaze to Zhongli who was standing beside him, arms crossed against his chest, keeping his eyes fixed on your sleeping body.

"Lord Zhongli?"

"I know you think you're at fault for this young lady's condition, but trust me, she looked bad enough when she arrived." Xiao looked away, exhaling a strained breath. Xiao lowered his head, the weight of guilt still weighing down his heart.

"Perhaps you're right, Lord Zhongli, but my stubbornness must have worsened his condition... I... Noticed as soon as she arrived that she seemed to be on the verge of collapse, yet I did not hesitate to threaten her with my spear. I saw in her an enemy. But now... She looks so frail, so fragile." Xiao looked at her trembling hands before clenching them into fists.

"You did the right thing, Master Yaksha. I would have surely acted like you if I were in your shoes." Xiao and Zhongli simultaneously turned their heads towards the one addressing them. Ayato was leaning against the back of a couch, looking at the sleeping young woman with a gentle expression, although it wasn't hard to detect a hint of sadness in it. "If we are gathered here today, it is to find a solution to recover what we have lost. I would have done anything to get clues about the whereabouts of my younger sister, Ayaka. Even if it meant threatening this young woman with my sword." Thomas and Gorou nodded sadly. "We are not monsters, Lord Yaksha, we are simply desperate."

"We cannot erase our doubts about his identity. After all, we still don't know who she is or where she came from..." Gorou sighed.

"Conducting an interrogation would be risky, not with thirty men staring at her looking for answers she may not have." Thomas finalized. Xiao sighed silently, turning his attention back to you. He watched for a long time as your face gradually regained its color. A small smile played on his lips, reassured to see you recovering.

Tighnari continued to monitor your condition, occasionally wiping your sweaty face while discussing the strange pills he had found in your bag with Baizhu and Dottore.

"It looks like medicine from his world to me. What can they be used for?" Tighnari looked around at the box before opening it to take out a white pill. Bringing it to his nostrils, he used his sense of smell to try to find the components used. His ears perked up as his nose wrinkled. Dottore snatched the box from his hands, lifting the object above his head with a chilling smile.

"How many more interesting things are you hiding from us, my pretty?" He said as he threw the box of medicine into Baizhu's hands and then grabbed the device he had found in your bag. "Interesting... the technology of his world seems much more developed than ours." Tapping the screen of your smartphone, he exclaimed loudly when he managed to turn on the screen, showing your wallpaper. "Gee, you'd think you'd see a picture, but in a device smaller than what we know.... Hm? A photo with a man? Tsk! How can we remove that?" Said he, turning the device in all directions. There were buttons here and there, but it seemed that the device reacted tactilely to his fingers, which annoyed Dottore. Diluc finally snatched the device from his hands in anger.

"So stop sticking your nose in his business. Your unhealthy curiosity has no business here." Dottore chuckled softly, raising his hands in surrender. Diluc sighed, then deposited the device in your bag before fetching the rest of your belongings, snatching the books that belonged to you from Alhaitham and Childe's hands before finishing with the pills that Baizhu cordially handed him. He noticed that Albedo had already put away the notebook he had borrowed from your bag.

Xiao sighed as he watched the scene. Part of him understood his companions' curiosity, how little you had on you was a mystery to them. In fact, even your clothes looked different from theirs. He wanted to know more about you, your life, where you came from... Xiao let out a deep sigh again, making Zhongli who was still standing beside him laugh.

"Don't worry Xiao, she will eventually wake up." Xiao sharply turned his head away from Zhongli, his ears tingeing red.

"I don't care when she wakes up!" A comforting hand rested on the top of his head.

"Well, I, for one, can't hide from you that I'm really looking forward to finally having a conversation with her... Without making her recoil in fear." Xiao gave him a concerned look, admiring the lonely face of the Geo archon. He could sometimes show such sad and lonely expressions...

"Eh? Dottore, I think your IV is no longer working." Alarmed Tighnari as she saw you moaning in your sleep, tears streaming down your cheeks. Xiao moved away from the wall he was leaning against to walk towards you.

"Don't leave me alone..." You whispered in your sleep. Venti quickly rose from his seat, outpacing anyone who wanted to approach you by kneeling at your side. His hands took yours between his palms, trying to soothe your fears just a little.

"Strange, he should be strong enough to keep him from dreaming." Dottore looked at you curiously, a barely subtle hint of concern on his features, he leaned over you to better analyze you. As for Tighnari, his hand rested on your forehead, feeling your body tense up in your sleep.

"A nightmare?" Baizhu asked, also leaning over you. "Perhaps I should add some incense to soothe his senses? " Without waiting for Tighnari and Dottore's response, the long green-haired man left to get what he needed.

"Albedo, do you still have that potion you made for Klee? The one that suppressed his nightmares?" Albedo frowned, shaking his head. Tighnari stood up to join the alchemist who was waving to him.

"I'm afraid I don't have any on me... I... didn't have any... Unfortunately had no use for it until today." Albedo looked at you with a concerned expression.

"What do you need to make it?" Tighnari insisted.

"Product from Mondstadt and Fontaine, which you don't have in Sumeru."

"Tsk! Never mind both of you, the easiest thing would be to wake her up." Dottore cast a bored look at the two men.

"You have decidedly no tact my dear Dottore." Pantalone mocked his comrade with a smirk, causing him to growl as his ruby eyes fixed on him.

"You poor thing..." Pulcinella looked at you with protective eyes, concerned about the gasps you were making.

Everyone fell silent when a loud moan escaped from your mouth. You shook from head to toe, and before anyone could act, you sat up violently with a scream of terror...

From Chapter 2: In another world.

Cracks appeared everywhere you looked. Nahida turned to you, calling out your name before diving to face you, reaching out her hand to grab you.

"Wake up Eve!" She shouted as everything around you shattered like glass, letting the darkness rush in. Nahida was engulfed by a cloud of darkness, her last expression on her face begging you to wake up.

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[snipersfucker]

Okay, moved onto the asks because there's a bigger character limit here.

I'll tell you some common terms of TF writing here in a sec. First, I'm just going to say that you might notice a common tag on anything Transformers related. This is #maccadam

The Transformers fandom essentially use this to mean Transformers, other than the obvious #Transformers tags.

This is purely because a few years ago, there was a show, Transformers Animated or TFA, and the tag got taken over by The Force Awakens from Star Wars. So now, on like every TF post, most fans use the #maccadam tag. It's literally a comic reference that was Maccadams bar and was where all the bots used to meet up on Cybertron pre-war.

Anywho, body terms, I'll go from high to low. You don't have to use all of these all the time, you can still use words like hands and the like, it's just nice for a change of pace to write the terms sometimes.

Helm - This is just the head / forehead.

Optical ridge - Eyebrow

Optics - Eyes

Coolant- Tears

Olfactory sensor (rarely used) - Nose

Glossa - Tongue

Vocaliser - Their voice / voice box.

Some bots like Optimus have a face plate, that's just the bit they use to protect their lower face in battle and it can slide away. Not all bots have mouths beneath their face plates, some have intake ports instead, which is more like a small hole in the face. With an intake port, it's usually assumed that their partners simply kiss their faceplate instead.

Neck cables - These speak for themselves but it's a widely accepted Cybertronian kink to have them pulled.

Chassis - Chest.

Servos - Hands

Digits - Fingers

Spark - Heart. There's a lot of info about sparks tbh and if you want me to go into it I will in another post. But ultimately yeah, just the heart which is more of a concentrated ball of electricity, surrounded by the protective spark casing. Another TF kink between couples who trust each other intimately is spark play, which is more or less just feeling around the sensitive spark casing.

Interface array - Genitals.

Interface panel - the part that slides away to reveal the interface array.

Spike - Penis, located above the valve.

Valve - Vagina, cos Transformers have both.

Trans-Fluid - Cum.

Overload - Orgasm.

I think that's it? Pretty sure it is. I may have missed some along the way but that's most of them, for sure. Feel free to share this and for reals, welcome to the fandom, we're lucky to have you.

Oh and before I forget to add this one, Transformers don't breathe obviously but they do something similar which is venting air through through their systems, often shortened to simply vented air and such.

thank you so much for this......... i legit just realised ive been using wrong terminology for some body parts cuz i took the names from a random outside source lmao so i really appreciate all the help from you i love you

#i love this fandom

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Does my transgender identity conflict with Buddhism’s teachings on no-self?

by Sallie Jiko Tisdale, Narayan Helen Liebenson, and Andrew Holecek

Q: I was born male, but after many years of confusion, I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m actually a transgender woman and I’m now seeking sex-reassignment surgery. As a Buddhist, I feel conflicted by the teachings on no-self and this unshakable feeling that there is a deep, hidden truth about me that I need to express. Am I wrong to embrace this sense of true self?

SALLIE JIKO TISDALE: The emptiness of the self is part of what we face in practice. It is this very emptiness that allows us to work with our karma, clarify our lives, and awaken to the truth. But becoming your most authentic self is part of it too. The Buddha advised his followers to be indifferent to their bodies, but he also taught people to use their bodies as the tools of awakening. The Buddha’s own story teaches us that extremes are not conducive to real understanding. It does us no good to be miserable, unhealthy, or at war with ourselves.

As human beings, we are always broken in some way; our existence is marked by ignorance and confusion. Over time, we come to accept the karma of our birth, the gifts and challenges we have inherited. We strive to become whole, to find those parts of the self that need attention and support. We become willing not only to accept our karma but also to dance with it—to risk vulnerability, to examine our tender places, to be uncomfortable, and finally to stand up for ourselves and say, “This is who I am.”

As you say, you sense a “deep, hidden truth” about yourself and you need to express it. Everyone feels this way, I think. To one extent or another, we are longing to be seen and recognized as we secretly know ourselves to be. We struggle to find congruence between our inner experience and our outer relationships. So we work to bring the physical body and our appearance into congruence with the felt self—through our clothing, how we wear our hair, how we speak and stand, whom we choose as friends and peers.

Each of us has genitals, but they do not determine gender. Our gender—male, female, or intersexual—includes such disparate forces as genetics, family, and culture. The source of transgender identity is mysterious because we don’t understand how all these forces work together. But the incongruence you feel is not that uncommon. I would advise only that this felt identity is not your “true self.” The Buddhist true self is much more than our phenomenal existence. That self is not dependent on the physical body, intellect, spiritual practice, or relationship; it cannot be obstructed by anything phenomenal.

What you describe is what I think of as the “authentic self,” the urge to live in this world in the most whole way possible. For some of us, it might mean braces or a different haircut; for others, it may mean monastic robes and a shaved head. For a certain number of people, it will require gender-reassignment surgery. So yes, embrace your authentic self completely. If that means you need to make some practical adjustments, you will have plenty of company.

NARAYAN HELEN LIEBENSON: The teaching of anatta does not say there is no self; it states that nothing conditional can be pointed to as being who or what you are. Given that no aspect of being can be identified with in any kind of continuous, independent sense, to me, teachings of compassion and loving-kindness can be your north star.

You don’t mention pain, but it’s hard to imagine that you’ve made this decision lightly and without any degree of angst. This pull you feel to live as you know yourself to be is a matching of your inner reality with the outer situation in which you live. What could be wrong with that? Accepting yourself as you are and being a true friend to yourself is an essential aspect of this path of inner liberation.

I see the problem as the conflict between what you know and what you have heard in the teachings. The question is, by manifesting differently in this world, can you live the teachings more fully? I would assume so, because after surgery, you will not live in ongoing conflict or feel a sense of separation between the gender you know yourself to be and the way others relate to you. Free from the idea of a fixed, continuous, independent “I,” there’s tremendous freedom possible in the flowering and flexibility of all things.

ANDREW HOLECEK: My heart goes out to you. Matters of identity at any level are wrenching. But fortunately, the challenges are also in direct proportion to the potential for transformation—the greater the obstacle, the greater the opportunity. Your question is a marvelous opportunity to explore the relationship between absolute and relative truth, both of which need to be honored to fully address the issues you express. We find our way to the absolute through the relative, not by dismissing it—your courage in facing yourself so honestly at this relative level can take you far along the path.

To become a buddha (the absolute), we first have to become fully human (the relative). We then might discover that to be fully human is to be a buddha (the inseparability of relative and absolute). One thread that connects these two stations along the path is maitri, or loving-kindness toward oneself. So first and foremost, be kind to yourself, which in itself is transformative.

If the Buddha were here, he would want you to be happy. If becoming a woman truly makes you happy, he would encourage that. But he might also suggest that your longing for change points to something even deeper, as your question itself implies. So while it’s important to honor the relative, the strength of Buddhism lies in its teachings on the absolute. That’s the perspective I want to emphasize.

Your question suggests to me that you’re homesick for the absolute, and that homesickness is expressing itself in this relative way. This is not to dismiss your desire to find a true form but to help you put it in perspective. Sex reassignment could be just one step toward the recovery of the “true self” you’re looking for.

In many ways, this is the central inquiry of the spiritual journey. Ramana Maharshi developed an entire path based on the question “Who am I?” Not knowing the answer is the source of all our suffering; discovering it is the basis of our liberation.

Until we wake up to who we really are, we’re all victims of a primordial identity theft. You originally thought you were a man, only to find you’re actually a woman. Good for you. You’re looking within and trying to recover a truer identity. But the finite cannot contain the infinite; if we identify with that form, it will always feel like something is missing.

How can you work with the absolute level? Even as you move forward with your surgery, when the thought comes up that you’re a woman—or a man—try to identify with the space between those thoughts. Let those thoughts come and go like clouds floating through the open sky. You’re the sky. Take refuge in that. From that open perspective, you will relate to whatever arises in your heart and mind properly and no longer lose yourself in any form. So abandon even the concept that “My thoughts are me.”

Take your unshakeable feeling that there is a deeper truth and use it to propel you toward that truth. That feeling is beautiful. Let your choice and your questions serve as catalysts for deeper investigation. Once you properly identify yourself as no-self, you will naturally express that selflessness as compassion and fulfill your longing—in any form. That’s when you’ll really shine.

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Star Wars vid recs

Someone on my twitter feed had asked for some vid recs for Star Wars and I thought I’d share some of my faves over here.

Desperado by fightingarrival Sequel trilogy. Poe/Finn/Rey. The Force Awakens + Rihanna + fightingarrival’s editing = the best thing you will ever see. The VIBES of this vid are incredible and editing will knock your socks off. There’s this transition of the two stormtroopers pulling Poe over to Kylo Ren and it transitions right into a tie fighter—and the shape of the tie fighter matches the way the troopers are holding Poe. Finn reaching for Rey on “not leaving me behind” — THIS VID IS SO GOOD. I have probably rewatched it 1,000,000 times since it debuted at ConTxt in 2018.

Jailbreak by @absolutedestiny. Original trilogy. The criminal hijinks and shenanigans of our rebel scum. This vid is so much FUN and full of the amazing trouble our favorites got into in the trilogy. The editing is so sharp and the lyrics are fabulous.

99 Problems by John Jay. Live action and animated series and films. Obi-Wan has 99 problems and honestly Anakin is all of them but FFFFFFUUUUCK the way these clips land on the beats!!!! I’ve seen this vid being reblogged all over tumblr but I gotta rec a million times because it is so good.  This uses all the live action and animated Star Wars source to AMAZING EFFECT, holy fuck twirl those Light sabers on the beat!!

Sk8er Boi by @ohvienna. Sequel trilogy. Kylo/Rey. This vid is hilarious and perfect and YES this is the Avril Lavigne song. Just trust me on this. You’ll see this and only be able to think of Kylo when you hear the song afterwards. You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid by @rhoboat77. The Mandalorian and Grogu. This vid is a romp and delight and Rho’s pacing throughout the song will keep you captivated with squee and love for these two.

Terrible/Beautiful by @cherryberrynice. Rogue One vid featuring Chirrut/Baze and Cassian/Jyn. Cherry always has amazing song choices for her vids and this AWOLNATION song for these two and this movie is outstanding. Her editing remains absolutely kinetic and visceral and it’s impossible for me not to adore this. The BEATS IN THIS!! The action sequences!!  The tension in this vid is so good.

9 to 5 by eruthros. Lego Star Wars featuring the clone troopers!!!! Honestly you won’t find a cuter Star Wars vid than this.

Last of the Real Ones by @starlady38. Star Wars Rebels, Ezra Bridger and Kanan Jarrus. This is the found family of my soul and I will always cry during the final episode of the show as well as this vid. These two learned so much about what it meant to become a Jedi and how to be there for each other. My heart is so full when I rewatch this vid. PLUS it’s Fall Out Boy! Amazing combination and amazing editing and so, so lovely.

In Your Head by Darth Porg. This is the Bad Wolves cover of Zombie used to DEVASTATING EFFECT for the clone troopers. Like this vid goes so fucking hard that my soul is fucking shattered. I’ve never recovered from this vid or anything about the clone troopers.

The Light by destina. This is an Anakin/Darth Vader characters study to Adam Lambert’s music, omg. It’s dancey, it’s deadly, it’s damn fucking good. The rage, the yearning, and power of Anakin in this vid is crystal clear with Adam Lambert’s vocals, holy fuck.

One Girl Revolution by bessyboo. Padme and Leia vid!! Warning for bright lights, fast cuts + stuttery/"flicker" cuts. This iconic song for two iconic women. Perfect combination is perfect with amazing parallels and badassery from both mother and daughter.

Somewhere Only We Know by trekkiebeth. Rogue One vid featuring Cassian/Jyn. The wariness and yearning of these characters works remarkably with this cover by Darren Criss. I progressively get more choked up as the vid progresses. So lovely. Standing in the Way of Control by @trelkez. This vid uses footage from all the films and TV shows to highlight our heroes standing up to fascism. It isn’t pretty, it isn’t easy and they get knocked down so many times but the tension and hope in this vid—despite facing death and genocide—is really outstanding.

Home by @collsssss. The Mandolorian and Grogu. This is the sweetest most endearing look at Din Djarin doing his best for Grogu and AHHHH the song just makes my heart swell with warm fuzzies. This vid is so, so lovelyyyyy.

And here’s my Star Wars vids (so far):

Me, Me, Me, a Star Wars Rebels vid featuring Chopper. Just a little indie rock song for my favorite Star Wars droid.

What We Live For, a Star Wars sequel trilogy OT3 vid of fluffiness and adventure. Baby you’re my open road, you can take me anywhere the wind blows, right into the great unknown. We can throw up our hands out the window, this is what we live for. All my Rey/Finn/Poe feelings right here.

One Foot, Star Wars: Jedi Fallen Order. This game was AMAZING and Cal Ketis got me right in the feels. If you liked Star Wars Rebels, you definitely should look up the game or at least the cut scenes from the game because his journey is amazing and I of course had to vid it. The ‘finding yourself/found family’ themes in this game are A++++ and what you will find in this vid of mine.

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