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leaves this here tbh

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❛  BUT WILL THEY BE ALIVE TOMORROW ? BE ALIVE TOMORROW ?

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leaves this here tbh

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someone got a haircut.

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medic voice: i’m not short i’m fun-sized

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palms  drag  down  over  face  ,  rake  across  cheeks  ,  before  dropping  to  the  mattress  below  .  what  time  was  it  ?  light  burns  beneath  eyelids  , coloring  vision  red  ,  until  a  hesitant  peek  is  taken  .  too  bright  ,  they  think  .  too  early  .  there’s  a  distinct  pang  in  their  temple  ,  one  that  tells  the  tale  of  the  previous  night’s  endeavors  .  

they  can’t  help  but  groan  .  dried  mouth  smacks  ,  tongue  feebly  trying  to  wet  lips  as  they  process  the  transition  from  sleep  to  some  semblance  of  consciousness  .  what  they  wouldn’t  give  for  a  cup  of  coffee  .  blinking  once  ,  twice  ,  before  they  manage  to  sit  up  ,  drinking  in  surroundings  .  this  wasn’t  their  quarters  .  

hands  come  up  to  hastily  comb  cyan  strands  into  place  ,  legs  swivel  over  the  edge  of  the  mattress  before  finding  purchase  on  the  cool  floor  below  .  they’re  all  too  aware  of  the  absence  of  clothes  --  from  their  top  half  ,  at  least  ,  which  isn’t  as  urgent  as  missing  underwear  would  be  .  garments  still  cling  to  the  swell  of  hips  and  mid-thighs  ,  enough  coverage  for  the  moment  while  they  process  more  pressing  matters  .  blaster  ?  boots  ?  uniform  jacket  ?  

a  snore  startles  them  out  of  their  hungover  stupor  .  dylan  bristles  in  an  instant  --  realizing  that  ,  as  if  hints  previous  weren’t  proof  enough  ,  the  presence  of  another  certainly  solidified  the  fact  they  were  a  long  ways  from  home  .  they  study  the  form  beside  them  ,  buried  beneath  rumpled  sheets  . 

bits  and  pieces  flood  back  to  their  memory  .  that  --  that’s  ben  ,  they’e  been  able  to  surmise  soon  enough  ;  they  hadn’t  known  him  long  ,  but  the  sheer  height  and  width  of  his  frame  was  enough  to  identify  him  .  fruity  drinks  might’ve  gotten  thrown  into  the  mix  ,  somewhere  along  the  way  .  the  rest  was  a  blur  ,  a  technicolor  mess  of  laughter  and  banter  which  somehow  lead  to  --  this  .  

‘  hey  .  ’  rolled  over  onto  their  side  ,  fingers  curl  around  the  hem  of  the  sheet  ,  tugging  it  haphazardly  off  .  ‘  hey  !  ’  more  grave  ,  now  ,  as  they  find  purchase  upon  his  shoulders  ,  nudging  him  ,  trying  to  coax  him  awake  .  ‘  did  --  did  we  ------?  ’               @disciipled

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reverse! // n ever have i sent a meme so fas t

let me pretend to be u. | accepting.    ↳ @astroaide.

    A list of things to do the length of their body, scrolling across the surface of their datapad as they walked; other officers know, by now, to get out of their way when they’re absorbed like this, lest a collision occur – and it has happened before. There is just always more to do than they have hands to do it – more patients than they have time to see. Troopers quarantined with some planetside bug they’d picked up, a petty officer with the flu, a lieutenant swearing he has what he calls ‘space plague,’ but is shaping up to be the common cold. There’s a headache building somewhere behind their eyes as the pings keep coming in, and they feel like they haven’t slept in three days. Really, though, it’s only been two and a half.

    But, the work stops for no one; least of all for them. The datapad is tucked securely under their arm, and they move over to the sink, washing their hands again – it’s a habit, one they know they’ll have to repeat because, well, now that datapad is under their arm, not properly put away, they’ll have to touch it again, and re-wash their hands and…they feel scattered, too much happening, and they wind up simply leaning against the sink, eyes closing briefly. 

    “—fficer Bailo. Dylan.”

    They jump, and their datapad clatters to the hard floor; the water is still running, and there’s a flash of guilt through them for that. Real water is a commodity, not something to be wasted because they’re dozing on the job. They turn to see who has attempted to grab their attention, and see another medical officer – someone under them, the name escapes them at the moment, and they dry off their hands, snagging their datapad from the floor after shutting the water off.

    “What is it?”

    The officer looks – jumpy. They glance over their shoulder, as if afraid someone will be there, and suddenly, Dylan has a very good idea of who might have arrived to see them. ( Is it strange that they’re almost relieved at the thought of seeing him? Anyone sane would be running for the hills. )

    “It’s, ah – it’s Lord Ren – ” They don’t let the officer finish, just murmur their thanks, and an assurance that they will take care of it. The damp towel goes into the hamper for the wash, and they glance at their datapad, and the overwhelming number of messages demanding their attention.

    He’s there, waiting for them, medical technicians skittering nervously around him, skirting the edge of his presence in order to continue their own work, and Dylan – gestures slightly, towards a private examination room. 

    “What is it today, Lord Ren?”

    They want to sound exasperated; they hate that they sound relieved, instead.

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injured memes

“ oh my god what happened? ”

“ you’re bleeding! why are you bleeding? ”

“ who did this to you? ”

“ that’s… a lot of blood ”

“ i think… it’s broken ”

“ can you move? does it hurt? ”

“ we need to get you to a hospital ”

“ what are you talking about? this is not just a scratch ”

“ it’s just a scratch ”

“ it’s nothing, i’m totally fine ”

“ that’s not supposed to bend that way ”

“ what the hell did you do? ”

“ don’t you pass out on me ”

“ i’m just so tired ”

“ hey, whoa, you alright there? ”

“ i just need to sit down for a minute ”

“ let me carry you ”

“ it won’t stop bleeding! ”

“ you’re gonna be just fine, i promise ”

“ hey! i said stay awake! ”

“ tell me what hurts ”

“ does it hurt when i do this? ”

“ ow! that hurts! ”

“ i’m fine, i can walk, just give me a minute ”

“ it was an accident ”

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a rather cliche meme

add 🔁 for the situation to be reversed where possible (example: 🍂🔁 for my muse to fall on top of yours)

send 💗 for our muses to have to pretend to be in a relationship

send 🏩 for out muses to have to share a bed

send 🙊 for out muses to meet up in secret

send 💏 for our muses to kiss in order to hide their faces from somebody

send 🍹 to confess something to my muse while drunk (specify what is being confessed)

send 🍺 to kiss my muse while drunk

send 💁 for our muses to be stuck in a small space together

send 💃 for your muse to teach mine how to dance (or any other activity that involves a lot of touching)

send ® to catch my muse in a state of undress

send 🍂 for your muse to fall on top of mine

send 💬 for our muses to play truth or dare together

send 🍶 for our muses to play spin the bottle together

send 💌 for my muse to receive a secret admirer letter from yours

send 📖 for my muse to find a diary entry yours has written about them (specify what it says)

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fiirstorder:

DO YOU want a galaxy that actually makes sense? Want to be governed by people who actually know what they’re doing, instead of being left to waste away while the Senate talks itself in circles? Want a government that will actually help you rebuild and is willing to take decisive actions in the name of achieving peace and order throughout the galaxy? 

DO YOU like mousy lieutenants with choking fetishes? What about stormtroopers constantly being sent in for reconditioning because of their predisposition towards spy holofilms? Or stormtroopers willing to call out their fellows when they’re feeling betrayed? How about paranoid hackers working in covert ops? Or shipping officers who are totally not considering ditching for a life as a smuggler? Or survey corps officers just trying their best to keep you, that’s right, YOU, the public, safe?

Well then, folks, you’ve come to the right place! Join the FIRST ORDER today, and get a free ration ticket on signup, and a signed flimsy of General Hux*!               ( *signed flimsies cannot be guaranteed to actually be signed by the actual General. )

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#some real talk with some real folks 👍

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Reblog and write the opposite of your URL

thatwasnotveryravenofyou → itisextremelypigeonofthem

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                 ❝Look for the Force… and you will always find me❞

PERSONALS PLEASE DO NOT REBLOG! AUTOPLAY WARNING!

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“When I’m around you, I kind of feel like I’m on drugs. Not that I do drugs. Unless you do drugs, in which case I do them all the time. All of them.”

Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, 2010. Directed by Edgar Wright.