This Was A Reply To Someone Else, But I'm Making This Its Own Post Because So Many People Are Being So

Thank you for this beautifully written piece! They're so cute, I love the way you connected the both of them. IT'S SO ARHADFASD.

cal having dreams of reader before he actually meets them, like maybe right after order 66. he gets dreams of this person, handsome and beautiful and pretty in all their glory. FOR YEARS, sometimes it's sporadic, sometimes it's repetitive, sometimes it speaks to him comfortingly, knowingly. and once he finally meets them, he's like "????" then he understands why the force brought dreams of reader to him.

invisible string theory >_< ?? (ps. may your writer's block leave you soon!)

a/n: heyyyy, thanks for sending a request! i hope it pleases you, cause i totally enjoyed writing it! i took some 'liberties'? idk i just felt inspired.

coming back, part 1?

calkestisxfem!reader

summary: cal finds himself in love with a woman he keeps dreaming of, believing she's only a fragment of his imagination, until he meets her.

invisible string theory (def): the invisible string theory claims two people destined to be true loves have an invisible red cord binding them together, so that even if they are separated by time, distance, or obstacles they will find their way back to one another.

it had been a while since he hadn’t dreamt of her. a sweet and beautiful girl who almost grew up with him. as the years passed, cal only assumed he felt lonely as a teen after the fall of the order. closed on himself, he thought his brain found a way to make him happier.

at first, she appeared in his dreams, about his age. like a fallen angel, a guardian, coming to save him, she watched him from afar. then he saw her way more frequently, closer and closer. after the crew split up, when the ginger thought she vanished from his mind, she came back. days and nights this time. holding him at nights - sometimes, he swore she was real, he could feel her - and always in the back of his mind on days, murmuring sweet, comforting things on stressful missions.

he needed y/n more than ever now. and she wasn’t showing up. he missed her. funny, huh? that he had unconsciously created, straight from his imagination. he missed her soothing words and her smile.

little did he know that a young woman was experiencing the exact same thing. after losing a loved one when she was younger, she craved having someone to comfort, it somehow comforted her. and now, her person had disappeared from her mind, on days and nights. wasn’t here anymore. perhaps he didn’t need comfort anymore, meaning she didn’t need comfort anymore. 

but it was false. for both of them. they desperately needed comfort right now. 

and a few days later, she heard him, he heard her. whispering, “i’m coming back, i promise.” to her. whispering “i’m coming back, i promise.” to him. 

cal thought he was going crazy, she didn’t show up in his dreams that night, nor the other day, and night, nor the others after either. y/n thought she was going crazy, he didn’t show up in her dreams that night, nor the other day, and night, nor the others after either. 

“i’m telling you greez, i’m going to die crazy.” he admitted to the latero, drinking his blue milk. greez couldn’t help but chuckle, while bd-1 jumped from the redhead’s shoulder, wanting to explore a bit without its friend. moving across the room, and scanning random things as usual. what could the jedi say? just bd-1 being bd-1 after all! despite being a beautiful little droid, he was well, little. and when someone nearly tripped and got their feet caught in it, bd-1 beeped in annoyance. cal turned his head while talking to the owner of the saloon, to see what bd had found.

he had found her. the girl of his dreams. well, he wasn’t a hundred percent sure she was from his dreams, but she looked exactly like her. beautiful and angelic features. the same. 

“oh, sorry! i’m really sorry, little guy!” she gasped, apologizing sweetly. bd-1 immediately ran to cal. “i’m so so-” she walked to cal and soon stopped, eyes widening. 

“no, he’s not the most wanted jedi of this galaxy!” exclaimed the latero, thinking she was a bounty hunter, or something like that. the other customers looked at him strangely before returning to drinking or talking. the girl shook her head, her whole body slightly trembling. 

“y/n?” asked cal under his breath. 

“you know her?” greez asked absolutely discreetly. cal didn’t respond and got up from his seat. 

“you’re y/n.” y/n seemed to regain her composure a bit, and nodded. “you weren’t lying then.” 

“what do you mean?” her brows furrowed, while greez was looking at the two of them, turn by turn. he didn’t understand a thing, less did bd.

“the last time i saw you, you said something about coming back.” he explained, earning a weird look from her.

“no, you were the one who said it.” 

and now, not only greez and bd were lost, so did cal and y/n.

SHADOW AND BONE (2021—) 2.08 — No Funerals

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I feel bad for Gerard way rn., like IMAGINE you work upwards of 18 years crafting and ensuring that your comic gets on the big screen, only for fucking Steve Blackman to nerf you with the most atrociously out of character, plotless, anger inducing writing to ever grace Netflix minus the select few in the LAST FUCKING SEASON. Steve Blackman trust you will be dealt with, GERARD WAY IM SO SORRY

Refaat Alareer, an academic and lecturer at the Islamic University of Gaza, was martyred along with his family in a targeted assassination carried out by the Israeli occupation on December 7th, 2023. We must continue to stand against this genocide.

Netflix, I don’t know how to tell you this but a woman doesn’t have to be self taught to be a strong female character. It’s ok to let her know her limitation and ask for help. It’s ok to let her get angry, it’s ok to let her be jealous, it’s ok to let your female character have flaws and WORK on them. Your female character doesn’t have to become a master on her own to be memorable, it just makes her accomplishment feel unearned.

When I split myself in the womb, my brother inherited my sanity. And I, his sarcasm.

People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.

I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.

I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.

There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me