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tfw you wanna come back but your life is like "lmao nah"

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I feel terrible guys. I’m so sorry for not being on here much. I’ve just. . . kind of lost muse for Jai. She comes and goes how she pleases ( convenient, right? sounds just like her. ) I’m sure she’ll come back around once the new movie comes out. Or maybe I’ll rewatch the movies again to try and get her back. I’m so sorry, I wasn’t expecting this at all. I have some replies still drafted, and here and there I’ll answer a few but I’m officially putting this blog on a SEMI-HIATUS. I play on coming back, just. . . not right now. You guys can probably catch me over on either @sunchosen    @codedly     @kindpan

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eleutheromaniism:

GREETER for @forcerebel

                  “ I partake in what is called aggressive negotiations. ”

                       “  Sounds like my kind of negotiation.  ”

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withoutpeer:

      ❝ perhaps you haven’t been looking hard enough, ❞          he counters lightly. 

                       “  Or perhaps your theory is WRONG.  ”

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The “I will do it because you said I couldn’t” club

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I highly recommend you follow the person I reblogged this from.

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gonetrooper:

❛  That’s good  ——  sitting in a burning ship ain’t fun.  ❜

A MORBID COMMENT PERHAPS  &  a hidden meaning  between the lines  that was not meant to entertain  ;  not meant to entice laughter. After all, what was  the former trooper’s legacy  to the  FORLORN  desert planet of Jakku ?

SCRUNCHED EYEBROWS MET HIS  ——  his was a simple return of a nod, head tilted with  curious attentiveness  in its wake. Gaze settled  again  on the wreckage, footsteps having brought him closer. Wires that had been cut  &  had sprung loose  ——  brittle cogs  &  gears burnt, some  DEFORMED  into embers. As Finn peered inside, the suggestion  escaped  him without second notice.

❛  How long do you think this is going to take ?  I mean, if you need help, I can lend you a hand.  ❜

                      “  I dunno, I think the pilot had a BLAST.  ”

   SARCASM dripped off of her words so fluently, not giving much of a second    glance as she began to rummage through her tool bag. Pulling out a pair of    pliers, she turned and watched the stranger inspect the fighter. She tilted her    head a bit to the side at his request, eyeing him. It’s not like she minded     having a helping hand, but past experiences told her she didn’t get along     WELL with others. Habitual nature told her she was better off doing things    ALONE. 

                      “  . . . Probably a while. Why would you want to help me fix                                this?  ”

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Hey just wondering but are u fucking kidding me

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binarywake:

          “i need a sheet.” a pink hand reaches out and gestures to a stack of sheet metal leaning up against the wall; it seemed in the last time blocky helped her organize her workshop, the droid had removed her larger scraps of metal to help make room.

          there’s a pause as the togruta mulls over her next words, finally speaking in a soft, yet firm, tone. “please.”

   SHE gazes towards her motion, staring at the stack leaning against the wall.     She mulls over her request for a moment, placing the welding tool she held    in her hand on the nearest table. Durasteel wasn’t too hard to come by lately,    she COULD lend a bit of it to someone. . . for now.

                      “  Fine.  ”

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tiefought:

                    he’s TRYING not to stand out, one human face in the middle of a myriad of non-humanoids faces, aliens, following behind others like himself. there’s a sense of unease pervading all of the transactions at street vendors left right and center. credits are flying, the region’s unstable, and most are focused on SAFE PASSAGE out before things properly get out of hand. váli’s made his share. he works pick up jobs, the latest had been more than alright, smuggling off a convoy destined for imperial space. 

                    váli’s not lost, pressing through bodies with the world blurring into indistinct colors as he follows.     ——     it’s THEN that an explosion rocks through the market, ground rumbling, a ship flying low as people begin to scrabble and he can feel the skirmish above them. there’d been EARTHQUAKES on his home planet, seismic shifts that woke him in the night, disoriented, but the rush of adrenaline makes the world clear and he follows the first human that he can. the one he had, admittedly, been tailing.           “you hurt? you have to get off-world. this is only the first wave, you know. and on an alien planet? they’ll kriffing raze it.”

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   THE tremor caught her off guard, taking a moment to stop as the world    shook beneath her. Fingers grasped tightly around the box she carried,    trying not to let rushing people knock it out of her hands. It was a     VALUABLE shipment, and if any of it broke she would never hear the    end of it, if she got out of it alive. Her client was a tad touchy    sometimes.

   A SHOULDER rammed into hers, causing the box to fall onto the ground.    She could hear the contents rattling, and it only made her inwardly cringe.     A loud profanity was shouted towards the stranger who bumped into her,    who didn’t give as much of a second glance towards her. More profanities    were whispered under her breath before a new voice caught her attention.

   SHE turns her gaze up, eyebrows furrowing into a glare towards the     stranger. Irritated, she stood up from the ground once she collected the    sealed box, brushing dirt off of the top of it.

                      “  No SHIT. But I have a job to do. Take your own advice.  ”

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hcndler:

He watches her kick the scrap with such intensity that he has to wonder if that small piece of metal had done something to her family. Was that really necessary? 

Man oh man does she seem like a friendly person. 

“Just some scrap metal,” He says with a shrug. “Need it for welding. Nothing crazy big, y’know? Maybe about…” He holds his hands about five inches apart. “That big.”

                      “  Yeah, I have plenty of durasteel that size.  ”

   SHE ducks behind a table, pulling out a box full of durasteel in variable,    small sizes. She pushes the box towards the stranger, leaning her arms    forward in curiosity. Not that she had a problem with giving away    SCRAP, it came by the dozens around here. But she wanted to know    what he needed it for.

                      “  Whatcha building?  ”

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The Raven Reyes owns my ass meme [16/∞]

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Reblog and see what color you get!

[Based on writing styles] White: I’m really shy to talk to you, but I would like to write with you sometime! Yellow: Your writing us great! Keep it up! Orange: I can hear ____’s voice when I read your writing! Pink: I like your writing, it just needs a little tweaking! [Specify] Red: I admire your writing and stories from afar. Just know I always read them. Maroon: Eh, your writing is ok. Magenta: I aspire to write like you. Purple: Your writing needs a little work. Violet: I wish you would write more. Aquamarine: Can you write a drabble between our two characters? Blue: You need to improve your writing Navy: I have a hard time understanding your writing. Gray: You should put more description into your writing. Black: Your writing is terrible. Silver: How are you not famous for your writing? O_O Brown: Your writing seems a little bleak. Would you like some tips or advice from me?

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Dying rp Starters

"Stay with me. Come on, just a little longer."

"You're gonna be fine, okay? You... You'll be fine."

"No. Oh, no. No no no. This can't happen. No. You can't die."

"Shush, just concentrate on staying awake, okay? Don't sleep."

"Oh my god... Don't give up! You can't give up!"

"You can make it through this. I know you can. Y-you have to..."

"Where did they shoot you!? Where did they sh-- Oh... Oh, god... Oh please no..."

"The doctor explained everything to me... I... I can't just let you go like this. I need you."

"Oh, god. Please be alive. Please still be alive."

"There's nothing they can do. I-- I'm so sorry."

"No. They're wrong. They're wrong, okay? You're not gonna die."

"Please, fight this. You have to fight it. You have to live."

"Don't die... Don't die on me. Please..."

"Listen to my voice, okay? I need you to stay with me. I'm bringing you to the hospital."

"I wish I could tell you everything was going to be fine..."

"Come on, now. You've lived through worse than this. Just... Just live through this too."

"I'm so sorry I let this happen to you."

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                           you can take my HEART, you can take my BREATH,                               when you pry it from my COLD, DEAD CHEST.

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