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aka, my Ahsoka & Anakin/Vader song

In my mind, this is Ahsoka singing to Anakin...as himself, her beloved master during the Clone Wars, and as Vader, her 'enemy'; at whose side she nonetheless vows to remain, symbolically, forevermore.

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I could keep you safe by bubug

The illustrious bubug (Magdalena) has done it again! Already I am honoured to have this exquisite piece by her as the cover art for my Bethyl fanfiction, Between the Fire and the Sky. But now, at long last, I present this stunning illustration of one of my most beloved pairings, Sansa Stark and Sandor Clegane from George R.R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire. Faithful representations of these characters as described in the book series (as opposed to the tv show) are becoming more and more rare these days, and so I tasked bubug with capturing my headcanon for them as closely as possible. This is intended to be a depiction of them together in a possible future reunion scenario. For a more thorough explanation of the symbolism and meaning behind this piece, see my post here.

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"Perhaps such secrets, the secrets of everyone, were only expressed when the person laboriously dragged them into the light of the world, imposed them on the world, and made them a part of the world’s experience. Without this effort, the secret place was merely a dungeon in which the person perished; without this effort, indeed, the entire world would be an uninhabitable darkness; and she saw, with a dreadful reluctance, why this effort was so rare."

- James Baldwin, Another Country

It's been a week since the Star Wars: Rebels Season 2 finale aired, and I am still not over it!!!

I can't even begin to explain my feelings on this episode. Somewhere between 'insanely thrilled' and 'traumatized for life', lol.

(Major spoilers under the cut!)

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"This is what he remembers as he finally falls down to his knees. When he sinks into a sea of blood, when the tips of his wings are stained dark red for the first and final time, a blessed crimson oblivion rising, coming for him at long last. This is what he remembers when the grit and the sand and the wind whirl around him, when all goes dim, when the last man standing stands no more."

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>> Read the full fic HERE <<

Getting so tired and so sad that I keep having to make posts like this.... :'(

"And it’s a human need to be told stories. The more we’re governed by idiots and have no control over our destinies, the more we need to tell stories to each other about who we are, why we are, where we come from, and what might be possible."

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Fare thee well, dear Alan Rickman!

"The first time he looked at her he felt: everything will burn." - Anais Nin, A Spy In the House of Love

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We all know it. The way he looks at her, that intense gaze. From early on there are glimpses of it: in the way he watches her singing for the group; in the way he hovers at the doorway of her cell, observing her, for a moment, in secret. And of course, all the subsequent glances he casts her way during their time on the run. Looks that could chill. Looks that could burn. But what is behind those looks? We all know the famous line from 'Still', when Beth tells him: "I know you look at me and you just see another dead girl." At that stage, she has a point: Daryl is unable to focus on anything other than all his various (perceived) failings. All the 'dead girls' he could not save, and his crippling fear that she will be next. Obviously, we know that during the course of 'Still', Daryl comes to see Beth in a much different light. At the end of 'Still' and during 'Alone', his longing gazes, his demeanor, and his tender, thoughtful attentions to her demonstrate his high regard for her. But what about before? What about the time before the fall of the prison, before they had (seemingly) lost everything? And what about before that? Did Daryl really always look at Beth and just see 'another dead girl'?
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They didn’t look back by bubug

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Beyond ecstatic to present this stunning illustration of Beth Greene and Daryl Dixon, commissioned for the cover of my Bethyl fanfiction, Between the Fire and the Sky. I wrote this entire story with the bubug's illustration style in mind, so this is my wildest dream come true.

Someone pinch me. Bethyl LIVES! :')

"To be a legend, you've either got to be dead or excessively old."

-- Sir Christopher Lee ~

When saw the news this morning, I experienced a sudden tumult of emotions. Strange, perhaps, to feel sorrow over the loss of someone so 'old' who had let such a rich and full life--- surely, one might say, it was his 'time'. But while his death certainly comes as no surprise due to his advanced age, it's nonethless a bit of a shock. Perhaps we had all just started to believe that the man was, in fact, immortal. And perhaps he is -- there have been many long-lived and long-working actors of great quality, but few who have approached such near-mythic status.

His roles have been many, and others may remember him for things like Dracula, The Lord of the Rings trilogy, and the Star Wars prequels---all of which I likewise admire him for as well---but above all, I will always cherish two of his roles in particular.

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I may be aging myself here, but I recently found out that as of yesterday, my very first online community, Imladris.net (which later became known as Council-of-Elrond), has officially died its final death. :(

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