Kylo Ren’s Wounds Go Much Deeper Than The Fearsome New Scar On His Face. - Adam Driver

By Vittorio Astone #starwars #darthmaul #lordmaul #maul #sith #sithlord #thedarkside #apprentice #fanmade #fanart

Yes!!!

I am going to give my unwanted opinion on what I want to see happen to Kylo Ren in the upcoming films. So buckle up people.

As much as I would love, love, love, love, LOVE a redemption story for Kylo Ren I have come to realize that what I would love even more is to see him just completely fall into darkness. I don’t know if its because I’m just really over “Happily Ever Afters” right now, or maybe I’m just too much a pessimist but I really find redemption stories cliche right now.

 I want to see Kylo Ren just become completely engulfed in rage and sadness. I want to see more of him getting hurt, pounding his wounds, and completely annihilating his enemies. I want to see him just lose himself to the Dark Side completely. I’m sure there’s something wrong with me…..being completely attracted to a character who has no hope of being redeemed.

I think this scenario is completely attainable too. Considering our beloved Carrie Fisher has left us(RIP General), I could see them tying this into his descent into complete and utterly unredeemable chaos. I mean imagine….he killed his own father, and now soon he’s going to find out his mother died (I’m assuming that’s how they are going to do things). I mean IMAGINE. The one piece of light in his life is now gone. GONE. I mean, no one knows how long Snoke has been messing with Ren’s head. He’s been waiting for something to change so that he can dig his hooks into him even deeper. And now this is the perfect catalyst to basically ensure Ren never turns back to the light. 

So in conclusion, I am 100% ready for a full blown Kylo Ren, Sith Lord. 

Archives of The Last Jedi Academy (continued, part 7)

Impulse Requited

The rain had started to come down, she could tell it was one of those rare storms, soon the pressure would increase in the atmosphere, intensifying gravity, and send down the heavier, rain infused with metallic particles, but she was determined to confront him. The moments after her release of regret, her conscious regained dominance and her anger surfaced. She marched to his quarters and didn’t find him there. She closed her eyes and sensed his presence; she whispered a spell to detect its location.

In the cave past the meadow she found him pacing. Instinct led her hand to her waist even though she knew their lightsabers were with Master Luke.

“What were you doing out there?” She interrupted his brooding.

“What about you? A witch! Infiltrating the Force with your spells.” She clenched her teeth together; her hand without a saber grasped its absence tightly.

“It’s not witchcraft. You have no understanding. All your talk about evolving the Jedi, changing the order, drawing on the diverse powers of this galaxy, this universe to strengthen the Force, and you’re questioning that I draw on unconventional resources to enhance the Force?”  

He retreated into the cave as the air pressure became denser. She, using a spell remained outside, cornering him in his retreat, the metallic rain beading off of the shield she conjured around her. The pressure of the atmosphere pushed him down to the stone floor. Angry as she was, she felt sympathy as he struggled with the the pressure. She entered the cave and altered the pressure. She smiled, acknowledging how she could set the spell and relinquish her control as opposed to the Force where she had to keep energy focused on what she made it control. At least for now that was the limit of her control with the Force.

“Thoughts on my abilities, now?” She stood over him as he regained composure. He looked up at her; his pupils dilated, eyebrows raised and she sensed the pulse of his heartbeat so strong it felt as if it was directly pressed against her own. Her gaze penetrated through his as she took a deep breath, elongating her posture, entrenched in the moment of this immense control, the power she felt over him, a power she had never felt over anyone. And then it became a weakness as he Force-pushed her and her arrogant stare back. Her spell broke and so had the rains. The pressure of the atmosphere had returned to a state acceptable for their species. The remnants of the metallic downpour streamed into the cave pooling around her as she sat prone on the ground.

“Your complacency with those obscure spells is your weakness.” He stood over her now, but only momentarily as his statement returned her anger to her and she hopped up from the ground. Insults about her heritage were unnecessary, but she was prepared to return them.

“Your aspirations to be your grandfather is yours.” Saberless, she tried to pierce him with these words; they locked in a stare but both shared the fear of what any attempts to control the other with the Force or what hand-to-hand combat might lead them to. He was no longer the lanky awkward adolescent for which she felt a silly girlhood crush for; he was a young man, body built and cut by intense training, and she was surprised at her lack of power to resist being drawn to him, into him....

She sat upright next to him, drenched by perspiration that streamed down her bare chest, awakened from a vision of the metallic rain, a disturbance, masked figures. She focused on making her breath short deep gasps into slow breaths. She glanced back down over her shoulder at him, certain he would have felt such a tremor in the Force, but he lay vulnerable in his stripped slumber, cloaked only in such comfort she glimpsed for a moment the innocent boy emerging from the loneliness and isolation of his time in training. Such comfort his peace gave her that she lay back down on his pale, bare chest and slept until uninterrupted by the late rising of the eastern suns cutting through the redwoods and into their shelter. Impulse requited.

😍🤤

My sexuality

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Darth Vibrader: A Darth Vader Statue Made From Sex Toys 

If Disney is angry with the way GQ sexualized Star Wars’ characters in their recent Amy Schumer photo shoot, wait until they get a load of this life sized Darth Vader made out of sex toys.

WoodRocket presents the web series, Screwing Things Up, where porn stars and their friends build some of the most amazing, weird, wild, and sexy things out of vibrators, butt plugs, nipple clamps, and other adult products.

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Yay! New clothes for me!

This one’s mostly for a friend of mine, who liked the idea of TKOR as a band.

Some more from the setlist:

I Haven’t Slept In Eight Days, Does It Show?

I Touched A Girl And I Liked It

Look Luke, I’m Darth Vader, Am I Worth Saving Now, Asshat?

Okay, This One Goes Out To the Rabid Cur Little Bitch Who Keeps Yelling From The Balcony. It’s Called We Hate You, Please Die

The sequel

Quick doodle of Kylo mean face from the trailer because I LOVED IT. ♥