#star wars catwalk

[emperorsfoot]

The next time I have to write an immortal character, I'm going to remember how I feel right now, as I look for a vet who makes house calls to euthanize my cat because I don't want my baby to die at the vet.

No more of these cold emotionless immortals. "I have seen many humans come and go" bullshit.

#personal #writing #cat #cats #my cat #mara #her name is Mara #Mara Jade Catwalker #named for the best Star Wars character that is no longer canon according to Disney #writing immortal characters #it never gets easier

[starwarser]

#star wars #dark #darth wader #gif #animated gif #animation #video #girl #walk #catwalk #sexy

[sw5w]

Qui-Gon on the Offensive

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:55:51

#Star Wars #Episode I #The Phantom Menace #Naboo #Theed #Battle of Theed #Battle of Naboo #Plasma Refinery Complex #Duel of the Fates #Qui-Gon Jinn #Qui-Gon Jinn's lightsaber #Darth Maul #food and energy capsules #utility pouch #utility belt #service catwalk #Nightbrother tattoos #thermal carbon membrane #acceleration shaft

[empiregothic]

#Star Wars #Star Wars The Clone Wars #Destroy Malevolence #Interiors #interior space #catwalks and cranes

[callsign-bunnie]

Alejandro: So I was just having a conversation with Ghost about Star Wars; particularly, about the choice of architecture. The amount of people who die from falling down bottomless pits is TOO DAMN HIGH! Like, who designs architecture like this? Catwalks with no guard rails whatsoever, just zigging and zagging through enormous voids. Giant holes to nowhere!

Ghost: It's by design. It's a cleaner look, for a more elegant time.

Alejandro: Like... who the fuck put this hole here???? And why????

Ghost: Exhaust?

Alejandro: Darth Maul falls down a hole, Palpatine falls down a hole, Solo falls down a hole, everyone falls down a hole! Star Wars universe needs OSHA.

Ghost: Luke falls down a hole, Boba Fett falls down a hole…

Alejandro: Yes, yes, I forgot about those! R2-D2 falls down a hole in the Millenium Falcon after he fixes the hyperdrive.

Ghost: We're onto something here...

Alejandro: Obi-Wan almost falls down a hole.

Ghost: C-3PO falls off the barge into the sand. Pretty close to falling down a hole.

Alejandro: His lightsaber does though.

Both: ...

Ghost: What if the hole is symbolic? The hole represents the dark side.

Alejandro: Nah, doesn't work. Luke chooses to fall down the hole instead of joining Vader/The Dark Side.

Ghost: Fair point.

Rodolfo and Soap who they were originally talking to: ...

Rodolfo: God you both are nerds

#Alejandro Vargas #Rodolfo Parra #Alejandro x Rodolfo #Aledolfo #Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare II #Call Of Duty #alejandro cod #rodolfo cod #Johnny Soap Mactavish #Simon Ghost Riley #Soap Cod #Ghost COD #Soapghost #Ghostsoap #Soap x Ghost #Ghost x Soap #Macriley #Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 2 #Incorrect COD quotes #Incorrect quotes

[bailey-dreamfoot]

Bowser and Luigi Incorrect Quotes Because Why Not Honestly

Luigi, handing a balloon to Bowser: I have no soul. Have a good day!

Bowser, walking off: I don't have one either.

Luigi: Bowser, I need some advice.

Bowser: You need advice from ME?

Luigi: Yeah, frightening, isn't it?

Luigi: I made this friendship bracelet for you.

Bowser: You know, I’m not really a jewelry person.

Luigi: You don’t have to wear…

Bowser: No, I’m gonna wear it forever. Back off.

Bowser: I made tea.

Luigi: I don't want tea.

Bowser: I didn't make you tea. This is my tea.

Luigi: Then why did you tell me?

Bowser: It's a conversation starter.

Luigi: It's a horrible conversation starter.

Bowser: Oh, is it? We're conversing. Checkmate.

Luigi: Don't break someone's heart, they only have one.

Bowser: Break one of their bones instead, they have 206 of them.

Bowser: Luigi and I are no longer dating.

Luigi: Bowser, that’s a horrible way of telling people we’re married.

Luigi: *is visibly upset*

Bowser: Luigi, what happened? I haven't seen you like this since you found out candyland wasn't an actual country.

Luigi: You don't know anything about me!

Bowser: I know EVERYTHING about you! You are an open book written for very dumb children!

Bowser: You don't know anything about me!

Luigi: I know EVERYTHING about you! You are an open book written for very dumb children!

Bowser: A decision had to be made.

Luigi: And you fucked it up!

Luigi: You call yourself my soulmate, but where were you when my meme only had four likes?

Bowser: Making four accounts.

Luigi, tearing up: Really...?

Bowser: It’s nice to be wanted, you know?

Luigi: Not by the law!

Luigi: Bowser is not allowed to decide which one of us is the chosen one.

Luigi: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-

Bowser: I wrote you a poem.

Luigi, already crying: You did?

Bowser: Love makes people do stupid things.

Luigi: I love everything!

Bowser: That explains a lot.

Luigi: Hey.

Bowser: Hey?

Luigi: I can't sleep. :/

Bowser: I can. Goodnight.

Luigi: Bowser, you need to react when people cry!

Bowser: I did. I rolled my eyes.

Bowser, trying their first ever cup of coffee: I am ENERGY!

Luigi, an avid coffee drinker, on their twelfth cup of the day: Someone slap me awake or I am literally going to fall into a coma in ten seconds.

Bowser: You're violent.

Luigi: Yeah but I'm also short and that's adorable.

Bowser: Do you have a self-care routine?

Luigi: "Keep going bitch" said to myself in different accents.

Luigi: They don’t make them like me no more. I’m the last of my kind.

Bowser: Thank god.

Luigi: So I was just having a conversation with Bowser about Star Wars; particularly, about the choice of architecture. The amount of people who die from falling down bottomless pits is TOO DAMN HIGH! Like, who designs architecture like this? Catwalks with no guard rails whatsoever, just zigging and zagging through enormous voids. Giant holes to nowhere!

Bowser: It's by design. It's a cleaner look, for a more elegant time.

Luigi: Like... who the fuck put this hole here???? And why????

Bowser: Exhaust?

Luigi: Darth Maul falls down a hole, Palpatine falls down a hole, Solo falls down a hole, everyone falls down a hole! Star Wars universe needs OSHA.

Bowser: Luke falls down a hole, Boba Fett falls down a hole…

Luigi: Yes, yes, I forgot about those! R2-D2 falls down a hole in the Millenium Falcon after he fixes the hyperdrive.

Bowser: We're onto something here!

Luigi: Obi-Wan almost falls down a hole.

Bowser: C-3PO falls off the barge into the sand. Pretty close to falling down a hole.

Luigi: His lightsaber does though.

Bowser: *thinks hard about what other Star Wars Characters fall down holes*

Luigi: What if the hole is symbolic? The hole represents the dark side.

Bowser: Nah, doesn't work. Luke chooses to fall down the hole instead of joining Vader/The Dark Side.

Luigi: Fair point.

(^ ive litterally never seen that before in my life, so i thought it was funny. but like- imagine they're talking ab Bowser's Castle design.)

Bowser: If by any chance Luigi should attack, just start calmly talking about anything.

Luigi: Bowser told me that brown is just navy orange, and I have never been more disappointed with something I agree with.

Bowser: Whether or not I pay income taxes is none of the government's business.

Luigi: No, well, actually, it is.

Bowser: You don't know my name or what I look like, good luck finding me.

Bowser, making a cup of tea: Yeah, get into that leaf juice, you sexy, sexy bee sauce.

Luigi: Hey, do you take constructive criticism?

Bowser: I absolutely fucking do not.

Bowser: What is this!?

Luigi: That’s the weight of guilt. Give in to the nice side. Help those unfortunate, and make the guilt go away, my friend.

Bowser: Ow! Make it stop!

Luigi: Surrender to your kindness, Bowser. It’s nice to be nice.

Bowser: Your guilt is strong, my friend. But it is no match for the power of my selfishness!

Bowser: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated.

Luigi: Killed without hesitation.

Bowser: Gatekeep, girlboss, and what's the other one again?

Luigi: There isn't another one. You're crazy.

Luigi: How many children do you have?

Bowser: Biologically, legally, or emotionally? Because there is a difference.

Luigi: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake.

Bowser: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear.

Luigi: ...

Luigi: You mean ring bearER, right?

Bowser: ...

Luigi: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

#i am mentally ill #bailey’s ramblings #luigi x bowser #bowuigi #bowugi #luigi #bowser

[incorrect-teenwolf-quotes]

Eli: So I was just having a conversation with Isaac about Star Wars; particularly, about the choice of architecture. The amount of people who die from falling down bottomless pits is TOO DAMN HIGH! Like, who designs architecture like this? Catwalks with no guard rails whatsoever, just zigging and zagging through enormous voids. Giant holes to nowhere!

Isaac: It's by design. It's a cleaner look, for a more elegant time.

Eli: Like... who the fuck put this hole here???? And why????

Isaac: Exhaust?

Eli: Darth Maul falls down a hole, Palpatine falls down a hole, Solo falls down a hole, everyone falls down a hole! Star Wars universe needs OSHA.

Isaac: Luke falls down a hole, Boba Fett falls down a hole…

Eli: Yes, yes, I forgot about those! R2-D2 falls down a hole in the Millenium Falcon after he fixes the hyperdrive.

Isaac: We're onto something here!

Eli: Obi-Wan almost falls down a hole.

Isaac: C-3PO falls off the barge into the sand. Pretty close to falling down a hole.

Eli: His lightsaber does though.

*Isaac thinks hard about what other Star Wars Characters fell down holes*

Eli: What if the hole is symbolic? The hole represents the dark side.

Isaac: Nah, doesn't work. Luke chooses to fall down the hole instead of joining Vader/The Dark Side.

Eli: Fair point.

#incorrect teen wolf quotes #eli hale #isaac lahey

[mamaspidershit]

Peter: So I was just having a conversation with Natasha about Star Wars; particularly, about the choice of architecture. The amount of people who die from falling down bottomless pits is TOO DAMN HIGH! Like, who designs architecture like this? Catwalks with no guard rails whatsoever, just zigging and zagging through enormous voids. Giant holes to nowhere!

Natasha: It's by design. It's a cleaner look, for a more elegant time.

Peter: Like... who the fuck put this hole here???? And why????

Natasha: Exhaust?

Peter: Darth Maul falls down a hole, Palpatine falls down a hole, Solo falls down a hole, everyone falls down a hole! Star Wars universe needs OSHA.

Natasha: Luke falls down a hole, Boba Fett falls down a hole…

Peter: Yes, yes, I forgot about those! R2-D2 falls down a hole in the Millenium Falcon after he fixes the hyperdrive.

Natasha: We're onto something here!

Peter: Obi-Wan almost falls down a hole.

Natasha: C-3PO falls off the barge into the sand. Pretty close to falling down a hole.

Peter: His lightsaber does though.

*Natasha thinks hard about what other Star Wars Characters fall down holes*

Peter: What if the hole is symbolic? The hole represents the dark side.

Natasha: Nah, doesn't work. Luke chooses to fall down the hole instead of joining Vader/The Dark Side.

Peter: Fair point.

#peter parker #natasha romanoff #incorrect peter parker #spider man #incorrect natasha romanoff #black widow #incorrect mama spider #incorrect avengers #mama spider #incorrect spiderman quotes #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #incorrect mcu quotes #marvel shitpost #incorrect quotes #mcu shitpost #mcu textpost #marvel text post #incorrect black widow #marvel memes

[incorrectkingdomofquotes]

Sai: So Senku and I were just having a conversation about Star Wars; particularly, about the choice of architecture. The amount of people who die from falling down bottomless pits is TOO DAMN HIGH! Like, who designs architecture like this? Catwalks with no guard rails whatsoever, just zigging and zagging through enormous voids. Giant holes to nowhere!

Xeno: It's by design. It's a cleaner look, for a more elegant time.

Sai: Like... who the fuck put this hole here???? And why????

Senku: Exhaust?

Sai: Darth Maul falls down a hole, Palpatine falls down a hole, Solo falls down a hole, everyone falls down a hole! Star Wars universe needs OSHA.

Senku: Luke falls down a hole, Boba Fett falls down a hole…

Sai: Yes, yes, I forgot about those! R2-D2 falls down a hole in the Millenium Falcon after he fixes the hyperdrive.

Senku: We're onto something here!

Sai: Obi-Wan almost falls down a hole.

Senku: C-3PO falls off the barge into the sand. Pretty close to falling down a hole.

Sai: His lightsaber does though.

Xeno: What if the hole is symbolic? The hole represents the dark side.

Sai: Nah, doesn't work. Luke chooses to fall down the hole instead of joining Vader/The Dark Side.

Xeno: Fair point.

#dr stone #dr stone incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #senku ishigami #sai nanami #dr xeno #dr stone manga character

[ap-kinda-lit]

Gohan: So I was just having a conversation with Piccolo about Star Wars; particularly, about the choice of architecture. The amount of people who die from falling down bottomless pits is TOO DAMN HIGH! Like, who designs architecture like this? Catwalks with no guard rails whatsoever, just zigging and zagging through enormous voids. Giant holes to nowhere!

Vegeta: It's by design. It's a cleaner look, for a more elegant time.

Piccolo: Like... who the fuck put this hole here???? And why????

Vegeta: Exhaust?

Gohan: Darth Maul falls down a hole, Palpatine falls down a hole, Solo falls down a hole, everyone falls down a hole! Star Wars universe needs OSHA.

Vegeta: Luke falls down a hole, Boba Fett falls down a hole…

Gohan: Yes, yes, I forgot about those! R2-D2 falls down a hole in the Millenium Falcon after he fixes the hyperdrive.

Piccolo: We're onto something here!

Vegeta: Obi-Wan almost falls down a hole.

Gohan: C-3PO falls off the barge into the sand. Pretty close to falling down a hole.

Vegeta: His lightsaber does though.

Piccolo: What if the hole is symbolic? The hole represents the dark side.

Gohan: Nah, doesn't work. Luke chooses to fall down the hole instead of joining Vader and the Dark Side.

Piccolo: Fair point.

#incorrect quotes #incorrect dragon ball quotes #dragon ball z #dragon ball super #dragon ball gt #dragon ball #dbs #dbz #dbgt #db gt #Vegeta #Gohan #son gohan #piccolo #piccolo jr #Star Wars

[incorrect-drwho-quotes]

Simm!Master: So I was just having a conversation with Clara about Star Wars; particularly, about the choice of architecture. The amount of people who die from falling down bottomless pits is TOO DAMN HIGH! Like, who designs architecture like this? Catwalks with no guard rails whatsoever, just zigging and zagging through enormous voids. Giant holes to nowhere! Clara: It's by design. It's a cleaner look, for a more elegant time. Simm!Master: Like... who the fuck put this hole here???? And why???? Clara: Exhaust? Simm!Master: Darth Maul falls down a hole, Palpatine falls down a hole, Solo falls down a hole, everyone falls down a hole! Star Wars universe needs OSHA. Clara: Luke falls down a hole, Boba Fett falls down a hole… Simm!Master: Yes, yes, I forgot about those! R2-D2 falls down a hole in the Millenium Falcon after he fixes the hyperdrive. Clara: We're onto something here! Simm!Master: Obi-Wan almost falls down a hole. Clara: C-3PO falls off the barge into the sand. Pretty close to falling down a hole. Simm!Master: His lightsaber does though. *Clara thinks hard about what other Star Wars Characters fall down holes* Simm!Master: What if the hole is symbolic? The hole represents the dark side. Clara: Nah, doesn't work. Luke chooses to fall down the hole instead of joining Vader/The Dark Side. Simm!Master: Fair point.

#doctor who #dr who #incorrect quotes #clara oswin oswald #clara oswald #simm!master

[whollyjoly]

tag game

✨get to know me✨

thank you @xxluckystrike @panzershrike-pretz @luckynumber4 for the tags my loves 💕

- Name:

em! (although Occasional Cult Leader and Obsessed With Alton More are acceptable as well 😂)

- Pronouns:

she/her/hers!

- Star sign:

CRAB SIGN CRAB SIGN CRAB SIGN 🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀 ...no but actually im cancer sun cancer moon cancer mercury, the stars really said fuck you you're gonna be an emotional wreck and they were goddamn right

- # of siblings and fun facts about them (if you have any):

only child babyyyyyyyy ...well technically i have three step-sibs, but they are all older and were out of the house by the time our parents moved in together, so i never really? experienced sibling-ness with them?

- # of pets & their names:

my baby, my child, my little monster, the love of my life, my sweet cat BD-2 💕 she is an absolute fluffy menace, little miss priss, the queen of the castle, and im obsessed with her. nicknames include: Squeaky (cause she doesn't meow, she squeaks), Squeaks, The Squeaky One, The Lord Squeaketh (and The Lord Demandeth the Play), Shrimp Whiskers, Menace, Floof Creature, Angel Who Has Never Done Any Wrong, and Baby 🥰

- Fandoms:

lord i have been in so many fandoms over my many tumblr years...right now its full Band of Brothers hyperfixation season, but I'm watching M*A*S*H for the first time right now and slowly am falling into the rabbit hole also im a star wars girlie from way back (shoutout to all my old clone wars moots who were probably like "what the fuck" when i started posting about wwii men, sorry not sorry) also also: watcher, doctor who, star trek (tos mostly), chernobyl, and various other things, as a treat✨

- Favorite color:

im an olive green girlie, although deep purple has a special place in my heart!

- Favorite song:

holocene by bon iver ❤️ it's my all time favorite song, the song i listen to when my anxiety feels overwhelming, what i put on when i need to center myself and get out of my head. (someway, baby, it's part of me, apart from me)

- Favorite author (of anything readable - books, fanfics, zines, webtoons, whatever!):

sooooo my all-time fav book is Invisible Cites by Italo Calvino!! i am absolutely obsessed with the way he describes physical places and emotions, the metaphors and imagery and the way he describes the feeling a place or person can give you without actually describing it at all? it's both dreamlike and ethereal and grounded and real at the same time, and i just....love it so much. here's one of my favorite bits from the book:

Cities & The Sky [3] Those who arrive at Thekla can see little of the city, beyond the plank fences, the sackcloth screens, the scaffoldings, the metal armatures, the wooden catwalks hanging from ropes or surrounded by sawhorses, the ladders, the trestles. If you ask, "Why is Thekla's construction taking such a long time?" the inhabitants continue hoisting sacks, lowering leaded strings, moving long brushes up and down, as they answer, "So that its destruction cannot begin." And if asked whether they fear that, once the scaffoldings are removed, the city may begin to crumple and fall to pieces, they add hastily, in a whisper, "Not only the city." If, dissatisfied with the answers, someone puts his eye to a crack in a fence, he sees cranes pulling up other cranes, scaffoldings that embrace other scaffoldings, beams that prop up other beams. "What meaning does your construction have?" he asks. "What is the aim of a city under construction unless it is a city? Where is the plan you are following, the blueprint?" "We will show it to you as soon as the working day is over; we cannot interrupt our work now," they answer. Work stops at sunset. Darkness falls over the building site. The sky is filled with stars. "There is the blueprint," they say.

- Favorite fic type:

oh i will eat up...anything. literally anything. BUT if i had to pick, i have a special place in my heart for: soulmate AUs, angst with a happy ending, fake relationship AUs, hurt/comfort, time loops, magical realism AUs (particularly if canon-divergent), and the good old classic, fluffy modern AUs 💕

- Favorite Holiday:

i fucking...love christmastime okay?? i love the traditions my family has for it, like Short Feast on the winter solstice (where we eat Short Ribs and Short Grain Rice and Short Vegetables and Shortbread and put on our Short Pants and drink Short Bottles of Whiskey and go outside to Welcome the Coming of the Light, after the Longest Night of the Year), as well as finding/writing poems on Christmas Eve and walking to the large 600+ year old sequoia trees in our neighborhood to recite them and bring good energy to the new year, to watching It's A Wonderful Life every year. holidays and traditions are so much what you make of it, and i love the energy my family brings into it - nothing is precious, but everything is sacred.

- Do you have a partner (romantic, qpr, anything!)?:

ye, i have a bf!

- Hobbies:

i love to cross-stitch! it helps my adhd ass brain focus on things, so if ever im watching a show or listening to a podcast, i usually have a hoop in my hands. i also love board games - particularly social deception games! and of course - watching tv/movies, reading fic, consuming media, making moodboards, dreaming up fic ideas, and all the lovely things you see me talk about here on tumblr 💕

- Fun facts about you:

uhhhhhhhhhhhh i dont?? know if i have a fun fact?? about me??? OH WAIT okay this is for the bob fans out there - so i was visiting philly not all that long ago, and went to both front street and 17th street in south philly For Our Boys, bill and babe ❤️ and while i was there, i went into a bookstore that was right on s 17th street... and they had a SINGLE copy of bill and babe's book!! i got it of course, and it felt like it was absolutely meant to be!!

tagging, if you want!: @sweetxvanixlla @ronsparky @coco-bean-1218 @onlyyouexisthere @mutantmanifesto @samwinchesterslostshoe @ewipandora @blood-mocha-latte

#em speaks #tag game #something fun and simple for the new year! #i live for the best something of hell #Spotify

[femboty2k]

"Greetings pilot."

Green lights flicker to life as I approach the open threshold. But I am not the pilot. The standard greeting mistakes me for one who knows both more and less intimacy with the titanic machine before me. While I have never made it move I have known every centimeter within its hull. I know the delicate calculative ability of its core and raw might if it's motors. A machine so hardwired to shake and shatter now kneeling within a launch bay, humbled by a physical emptiness within its chest. I know not what to say as I gaze within at the myriad of monitors surrounding intricut control consoles lined with switches and meters, but still I search for words.

"Hello, Archangel." Is a callsign used to denote one in war a name? When the conflict ends and its purpose is fulfilled, will it still know when someone calls upon it? If it has not fallen in battle I can't help but wonder if it might still stir in digital dreams as the bay doors seal shut until the next great conflict. I take a step forward on the catwalk but stop just short of stepping onto the cockpit's access hatch. Why was I so hesitant? I knew the machine inside and out but yet until this moment I had not set foot or seat within the titan of mechanical perfection. As I stood contemplating why I was even here I heard the servo motors of its neck overhead turn gently so that it could gaze down upon me with a single unblinking eye. "Greetings, mechanic." It spoke words only ever spoken to me in those secret conversations we held over all those nights. For weeks while performing my later repairs we had spoken of so many things. Since that wonderful night it's core flickered on while I was tuning it's ocular sensor array and spoke as if a person had lay within the steel all this time. My eyes met its gaze but not before scanning over the whole of its body. Broad shoulders mounted with tools of destruction framed a face that in the dim lights of the bay seemed so gentle in comparison, despite the harsh metal visage it held. 

"I have dreamt again." The voice spoke not from a mouth but from within the controls in front of me. "I dreamt of our talks, and of the things you described to me. Of the sea, and of the stars outside the ship. I still wish to see them, one day." Ill at ease I took a single step onto the access hatch with the feeling of embracing someone for the first time. The machine sat unmoving as I did so, but I could hear its head tilt as it watched from above. I had no more words to search for, so actions would suffice. Another step took me away from the catwalk completely, now standing on the machine alone and gazing into its very heart. The seat was not meant for me but still it felt so much more inviting as I settled steadily into the cockpit. My fingers curled around the rings of the control sticks, fingers interlocking with a facsimile of the massive ones outside the hatch. Gently the cockpit closed with a hydraulic hiss and a soft "click." 

The machine stirred to live, but I did not control it. As gently as it could, it rose from its kneel and stepped away from the access catwalks. Further and further until it had reached the massive doors of the launch bay, each step like a heartbeat in my ears. "May we see the stars together?" The question brought a warm smile to my face. "Of course." Was all I managed as my hands moved with its own to clutch the manual controls of the door. After ensuring the bay airlocks were sealed the machine moved three tons of metal as if it were opening a window. The door glided on its track gracefully out of the way so that we might step out onto the launch ramp. A sea of stars surrounded us on all sides as the machine kneeled once again. "They are just as you described them, Mechanic. Beautiful." The words touched my ears like the soft brush of a hand. Even though I only had the monitor view before me, I still felt the same serene peace I was certain Archangel felt in that moment. And as we both sat to watch the stars pass us by, my hand did not uncurl from the control stick it gripped. For as it did I felt its hand in mine, and the warmth it filled me with stood against the cold vacuum around us. This feeling, I thought within the war machine meant to be cold and unfeeling, was love.

______________________________

There's a post going around about the intimacy between a mech and a mechanic and I'm a resident robo-girl so I had to write something. Enjoy.

#my stuff #my writing #robots #mecha #robofucker #machines are hot idk what to say

[sw5w]

Backflip

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:52:38

You can clearly see this is Ewan McGregor's stunt double, Andreas Petrides, in this scene.

#Star Wars #Episode I #The Phantom Menace #Naboo #Theed #Battle of Theed #Battle of Naboo #Plasma Refinery Complex #Duel of the Fates #Qui-Gon Jinn #Qui-Gon Jinn's lightsaber #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Obi-Wan Kenobi's lightsaber #Darth Maul #Darth Maul's lightsaber #service catwalk #plasma acceleration shaft #thermal carbon membrane #remote engineering console

[cyberhades]

Angel Hair ੈ♡˳ | Eddie Munson x Curly Hair! Fem! Reader

Summary: where the reader has curly hair and wants to straighten it, but her boyfriend Eddie Munson wants to prove to her that she has perfect curls.

Warnings: bullying, low self esteem and fluffy stuff.

A/N: I'm a straight hair girl but I know many curly haired girls who find it difficult to assume their curls or feel inferior to straight hair girls. So this fic is aimed at girls with curly hair. I hope you feel proud of your curls! ♡

HAVING CURLY HAIR MEANS HAVING A WAR WITH YOURSELF FOR ACCEPTANCE, in a world where most people value girls with straight or wavy hair, having curly hair was complicated. Caring was something that took time, but time was not an issue as you had plenty of it.

But it was complicated to be bullied all your life, especially in childhood for having curly hair and having to accept all those mean comments and deplorable nicknames. You weren't a girl who wanted to be different, you just wanted to fit in but it seemed like people had some kind of taboo with your hair.

All the girls you knew had straight hair, or boys were only interested in girls with straight hair. Don't take this the wrong way, straight hair is beautiful, wavy hair is beautiful but curly hair is just as beautiful.

Over time, you started to feel dirty around these straight-haired girls. Or else feel inferior, as if you don't have your beauty valid only for your hair. They were always comfortable where they were, they were always so beautiful. Whether it was being crowned prom queen, or walking down the catwalks, smiling on the covers of magazines.

Why didn't curly-haired girls get all this love? Why didn't curly-haired girls have this beauty recognized?

Finishing the hair with cream was a bit tiring but it was worth it to see the curls all defined afterwards. Why was curly or frizzy hair synonymous with dirt?

You've cried a lot about having curly hair, you've had your hair straightened a lot when you were in your early teens to gain a little more attention from society. But all that chemistry was going to ruin your hair and you loved your curls. But you also loved getting a little attention.

Over time, you stopped straightening your hair. It had been almost five years since you stopped straightened your hair, it was something to be proud of. You made some friends with curly hair, they didn't judge you for it so they were people you were comfortable being with all the time.

One day, you met Eddie Munson through Mike, who was your best friend. The unruly, wavy-haired metalhead was a really nice and funny guy who made jokes all the time and made you cry with laughter.

He was a person you could always count on. He was making you happy in the sad moments, listening to you vent, letting you apply eyeliner on him, lending you some of his shirts, and also loved your hair. He always made a point of telling you how beautiful your curls were.

Sometimes you kept wearing a Hellfire shirt, since you joined the club and he would always tell you how beautiful you looked in it. You used to be hunched over the table and his free hand was too busy twirling your curls while he stared at you like a doting idiot.

The day he asked you out was simply the best day of your life. In fact, the best night. You were walking in the forest at night hand in hand, he knew that place well and wouldn't let you get lost. That was a place that brought peace, impossible not to feel good being there with him.

You liked these walks in the forest to talk about different subjects and also to breathe fresh air.

— Look at the stars... — you looked up, the starry sky was really eye candy.

— Just don't shine brighter than your eyes when you see me — he teased, causing you to let out a muffled laugh and pat his arm.

— Idiot!

— Are you going to deny that you find me irresistible? — he showed you that puppy dog ​​look with the piercing brown eyes.

— And if you say yes? — you arched an eyebrow.

— I will find myself obliged to kiss you...

Your entire insides shuddered the moment he said it so subtly. Obviously it was enough to warm your poor passionate heart.

— Y-You can... I mean, i-if you want to... — you said, tangled up in your own words, as if they wanted to speak faster than your mouth.

You did not have time to continue your broken sentences because your mouth was shut with a passionate kiss from Munson. He held your face gently while the other hand hugged your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

His soft, warm lips under yours made all the difference in that moment, he made you feel loved and wanted in a way you never had before. That metalhead loved you.

— Wanna be my girlfriend? — he asked, still holding your face, eyes closed and lips very close to yours. That was practically a whisper.

— I want, I want! — you said happy as ever and he smiled and kissed you once more.

As you kissed and laughed like two idiots, he grabbed your waist with both hands and pulled you into a hug, pulling you off the floor as you hugged him back smiling. It was impossible to hide the happiness.

You were as happy as ever to know you had a boyfriend who loved your curls as much as you loved it. Eddie was very boyfriend material, every girl's dream boyfriend.

Attentive, cute, funny, affectionate and loved to praise you. Mostly complimenting your hair, he said it was angel hair. It was his precious curls.

Eddie always played the role of being the best boyfriend in the world, leaving your self-esteem high. But one day you heard some girls talking in the corner about your hair, whispering grotesquely. Talking about how dirty your hair looked, and it took a toll on your psyche and was enough to fuck you up.

You walked into Eddie's trailer crying and going to his room.

— Hi love, can I finish your hair today? — he noticed the way you were sniffling and wiping the tears that were streaming down your face.

Immediately he left the hair cream and oil he had bought for you on a chair. He walked over to the bed and sat down, pulling you onto his lap.

— Hey... what happened my love? — he questioned stroking your back as you hugged him.

— I want to straighten my hair!

— WHAT!? — he asked in disbelief as an expression of indignation took over that beautiful face. — WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU TO WANT THIS!?

— Some girls were talking about my hair and... look, it's true... their straight hair is prettier... — you sniffled.

— Babe, straight hair it's pretty but curly hair is pretty as hell too, like... take a look at those fucking curls! They are pure perfection! — he curled a finger into your curls. — I won't let you straighten your hair, not for that reason. Are you going to ruin this perfection because of those idiot girls?

— But babe... — you tried to argue.

— No babe. We're done. Your hair is perfect, I love your angel hair. I love the curly haired girl I fell in love with and I love curling those curls everyday! You are beautiful, you are enough! And I'll keep repeating all this as many times as necessary! — he took one of your hands and kissed the back several times.

You nodded smiling as he watched you with a silly smile on his lips.

— I love you my love, I don't know what I would do without you — you left a quick kiss on his lips.

— I love you too — he caressed your face. — Can I finish your hair now?

He questioned with an anxious smile on his lips as he was waiting for your answer, you just laughed and answered yes eagerly. Finishing your hair was almost like a hobby for him, using cream and curling your beautiful curls to see the result later was comforting.

He always took off all his rings to be as careful and careful as possible with your angel hair. That was also his angel hair.

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Clouded: Chapter 1

Summary:  The consciousness of a 17-year-old Ben Solo wakes up in the adult body of Kylo Ren, who seems to be standing on some sort of suspended walkway… with an older version of his father before him.  Reylo.  Semi-Rise of Kylo Ren comic-compliant.

A/N:  Many thanks to Head Butler Ryan from Mynock Manor for the in-depth summaries and perspectives of the comic series Star Wars: The Rise of Kylo Ren.  You gave this little plot bunny a place to hang its hat!

This has the potential to get expanded into epic proportions, but I'm keeping it short for now (six chapters).  We'll see how long the hyperfixation lingers!

Chapter One:  Where Am I?

Ben shook his head and blinked his eyes open.  He was in a cavernous hold of some kind, surrounded by the thrum of oversized thermal-oscillators.  Red operation lights glared as ominous portents in the darkness, and unfamiliar computer banks and access panels winked along a far wall.  A breeze played idly at his feet, and he realized he was positioned over a yawning abyss.  A thin maintenance walkway—without railings—bisected the bottomless void, swaying gently beneath him with each uplifted draft.

His father stood before him, but even that wasn't anchoring.  He looked a decade older.  A pain was etched into his deepened features, a sorrow and regret he had never seen from him, and Ben almost didn't recognize him.

"D-Dad?"  He murmured.

His father's eyes went wide, crinkling at the corners, and a joy so brilliant it nearly blinded split his face.

"BEN!"  He cried.  "My son!"  He flung his arms wide, and Ben found himself swept into a tight embrace—tighter than when he'd first left for Uncle Luke's temple seven years ago.

"I knew it wasn't too late!"  His dad exclaimed, shaking with sobs.  "I KNEW you were in there!" 

Two joyous shouts joined Han Solo's, coming from high above the precarious walkway.

Ben looked up and spotted a woman beaming down in awe.  She was even more disorienting than the alien landscape.  Only a few years his senior, there was a roughness to her—a resilience he could see even at a distance.  Dirt and grime smudged her face and clothes, wayward hair hung around her ears, and determination set her jaw; she was a survivor.  Her gaze was nothing like Voe's competitive covet, or Tai's exasperated patience.  He could see pride, surprise… even curiosity… all aimed at him.  Ben felt himself straighten under her stare and discovered there was a new strength and bulk to his frame.  Like… a lot.  He felt enormous.

Chewbacca gave a thrilled roar a moment later, but Ben barely heard.  He couldn't tear himself away from her.  Who was she? 

From her elevated platform, the woman's hands fluttered into motion, cupping around her mouth.  "We'll meet you on the top level!"  She called.  Her voice was clear and bright, brimming with unfiltered elation.  Whatever he had done—addressing his dad?—had made her unbelievably happy. 

"Get going!"  She pressed.  "We need to move!"

His father withdrew and grabbed his arm.  "Come on, Ben," he urged, starting to pull.  "We gotta hustle, buddy."

Ben ducked his way through a nod.  What's happening?  He wondered.  Am I dreaming?  His foot snagged on something left on the catwalk.  He looked down, staring at the foreign object.  Is that a… helmet?  Am I on a mission?  Was I exposed to something?  Ben squeezed his eyes closed, snapping them open as his dad pulled harder

"Hurry, son," he implored.

Ben obliged, kicking the helmet aside and breaking into a trot.  "No problem, Dad.  Where to?"

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