Cassian: The Stars Are Beautiful Tonight.

I just don't have the skills 😔

so high school kingdon edit when

If you manage to read how:

- Rhaenyra is the youngest dragonrider in Targaryen history (7 years old)

- during Rhaenyra's lifetime there were born the most dragons that the Targaryens ever had

- Rhaenyra's she-dragon Syrax single handedly laid clutches after clutches of eggs after mating with Caraxes

- Rhaenyra's stillborn baby daughter was DRAGON shaped - "with a hole in her chest where her heart should have been, and a stubby, scaled tail"

- Sunfyre initially refuses to burn/eat her

- Once Rhaenyra is murdered all the dragons die

And you don't conclude that Rhaenyra is directly connected to magic and dragons... You're obtuse as hell.

idk I just personally think that getting chills from music is the best part of being alive. like when a song is so good you can feel it in your whole body. that's why I'm here.

sally jackson. reblog if you agree.

me living a normal day:

remembers rogue one:

oh to be manhandled and pounded roughly by a stark 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Every time they make Whitaker do compressions he just looks at Robby like this

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Congrats on the follower milestone!!! Could I maybe, sort of, kind of have a drabble for rebelcaptain; “Shut up, it’s fine, just chill, we’re fine, I’m fine, everything is cool, everything is good! We’re chill, nothing is happening and I am not freaking out, not at all, we’re FINE.” I'm vaultfox on AO3 as well :D

Ahhh I’m so glad you chose this prompt, honestly. Sorry for the wait over the weekend, but hopefully you enjoy! I am so thankful I met you through this blog :))

I lowkey consider this in the same universe as Our Little Song, but you don’t need to read that to understand!

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“Alright,” Jyn finished pulling on her boots and stood from thebed, smiling at Cassian. “I’ll just be a few hours. I assure you that you will be fine.” She gave him a stern look. “But,if you two are not both in perfect working order when I return, I will havewords for you.”

Cassian gulped. “Yes, ma’am.”

Walking to the foot of the bed, Jyn kneeled down, eye level withthe crib there and the child that rested inside. She smiled, the soft gestureCassian had only seen her wear since their daughter was born, and ran herfingers over the baby’s soft tufts of dark hair.

“Careful,” Cassian warned, “You’ll wake her.”

Jyn smirked at him. “But then it would be your job to get her backto sleep.”

Cassian raised an eyebrow at her. “Exactly.”

She laughed and pulled her pack over her shoulder as shestraightened. “The great Cassian Andor, defeated by his one month old daughter.Wait until I tell Leia,” Jyn teased.

“Weren’t you leaving?” Cassian reminded her, his lips pursed intoa thin line.

“I’m going; I’m going.” She leaned down to give him a quick kissbefore adding, “You’ll be fine, Cassian. I believe in you.”

Watching her walk away, Cassian wished he could believe that too.

Cassian’s original goal while Jyn traveled to the local villagewas to stay quiet. After all, Lyrahad only just fallen asleep minutes before Jyn left; perhaps, if nothingdisturbed her, she would continue to sleep, warm and snug in her blankets,until Jyn returned.

But when had Cassian ever been lucky?

Ten minutes after Jyn left, a loud wail startled Cassian uprighton the couch where he attempted to doze. So much for hoping Lyra would sleepthe afternoon away.

Cassian crept into the bedroom and knelt beside the crib. Hisdaughter continued to cry as Cassian ran a finger over her scrunched-up face.Her tiny hands curled into tight balls as her father attempted to shush her.Careful with her tiny, delicate body – Cassian often felt he had handled bombsless fragile than her during the war – he brought her to his shoulder, his handcradling her head.

“Lyra, mi amor, I’mright here,” he cooed into her ear, gently rocking back and forth.

And yet the screams continued.

Cassian continued down his mental checklist of baby care: herocked her, fed her, changed her; nothing quieted her distress. As the minutesticked by, Cassian glanced more and more often towards the door, hoping, praying for Jyn to walk through thedoors. What if something happened to Jyn; what if something was horribly wrongif Lyra; what if…

“Shut up, it’s fine, just chill, we’re fine,” Cassian muttered to himself, still swaying Lyra back and forth in hisarms, “I’m fine, everything is cool,everything is good! We’re chill, nothing is happening and I am not freakingout, not at all, we’re FINE.”

Like Cassian had muttered magic words, Lyrastopped crying. She leaned back to gaze at her father’s face, cheeks still abright red, eyes glistening with tears, but miraculously silent. She hiccuppedonce, twice, and opened her mouth again – Cassian braced himself for thescreaming to start again –but she only gave a deep exhale and settled intoCassian’s chest, nuzzling her face along his collarbone.

Cassian struggled to keep the confusion off hisface as her breathing evened out. He had no logical explanation for what hadcalmed his daughter, but, Cassian reasoned, half of parenting is simply pureluck.

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