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just sitting n talking about life
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ā€œI’m not Resistance. I’m not a hero. I’m a stormtrooper. Like all of them, I was taken from a family I’ll never know. And raised to do one thing. But my first battle, I made a choice. I wasn’t gonna kill for them. So I ran, right into you. And you looked at me like no one ever had. I was ashamed of what I was. But I’m done with the First Order. I’m never going back.Ā ā€œ
FINN - STAR WARS (2015-2019)
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Disney: you’re not allowed to swear in a disney film!Ā 
Oscar: fuck off mouse
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Things had apparently gotten bad while Archex was tucked away on Cerea– healed up from his impulsive confrontation of Phasma as much as ever he’ll be and being dragged (so it felt, at least– he did want to get better) through tasks meant to help with deprogramming him. The revelation of Starkiller Base– the swift destruction of the massive weapon only after it had wiped out an entire system– the followed destruction of the Resistance base and an extreme loss in numbers that followed within mere days later…
When he was pulled off Cerea and filled in on everything that had happened he wondered if they took him back out of a desperation for numbers or if they genuinely believed their attempt at fixing him had worked. Perhaps a sum of both ideas– mixed in with a desperation and hope. He hadn’t even bothered trying to speak up against it when they decided to send him out with one of their own– paired him up and shipped him out on a mission within hours after quickly running through some questions in an attempt to see where his mindset was.
Admittedly it… wasn’t the best. He felt more tired than ever in his life. Lost, broken, confused… like he had no control over his life. Which was… true, in a way. He couldn’t even pretend otherwise. Archex could only ever strive in hopes of finding some semblance of normalcy again. Or… perhaps for the first time in decades at this point.
The ex-stormtrooper Captain had hardly conversed much with Poe on their jump. Keeping to himself, retreating into his thoughts and mulling over the reality of everything. The task set out before them felt so desperate and dangerous… infiltrating a planet the First Order had occupied to try and help those that supported their cause escape to somewhere they could be of help? Foolish. Yet he didn’t speak up against the task. Not until now, as the ship was finally nearing the point where it’d drop out of hyperspace near their targeted planet.
ā€œDo you really think this is the best idea?ā€ Archex hated how soft the question came out– hazel eyes locked on the viewport to watch the stars streak by. It’d been so long since he’d actually spent a moment to admire the effects of hyperspace,Ā ā€œI mean. It’d probably be better if they just lay low instead of risking more people to pull off a fool’s errand.ā€
Failure. It had not been something that followed the Commander over his many years of service. He had never failed before, not like this, not with the gravity of loss like an anchor. There wasn’t anything more Poe was willing to lose, he would hold onto those he cared about with an almost desperate intensity from this point forward. The Resistance, short lived, deteriorated over the years, war was a cruel mistress---and it seemed all she did was take.Ā  Now, one of those that Poe cared about was stranded in a sticky situation on a planet controlled by the Order----of course, it was always the First Order, every time the Commander thought he had a break, however brief, it often came to a crashing halt. The cargo ship isn’t the best Poe had ever flown, but the model was one of the newer ones and for that the pilot was thankful, he’d spent enough time in the pilot’s chair of barely working junk for one lifetime.Ā Ā  He’s almost irritated by the silence that rests in the cockpit, it wasn’t like Poe to keep his mouth shut, but there was still an air of unease between him and one of their newer recruits. Poe likes to think of himself as open minded, knows everyone has a history and there are men that served the Empire that now benefit the Resistance directly----it wasn’t much different with those who defected from the Order. Finn, someone he cared about deeply was a Stormtrooper. Maybe it was just the guys attitude. Maybe it was Poe’s.Ā  When the question comes it’s barely above the ship’s engine as he thrusts them through hyperspace. BB-8 rolls not far from his chair, a trill of beeps announcing the systems were in order, and if the Commander’s fingers hit the toggle a little too roughly, he hoped the other man wouldn’t comment.Ā  ā€œFools errands can be the best ones---try to be optimistic.ā€ He says in response, irritation in the echo of his voice.Ā ā€œHappy beeps.ā€ The whispered words are dirrected at his droid, and Poe lets out a gruff breath as he pulls them out of their jump.Ā Ā ā€œJust a few parsecs, a quick pick up and it’ll be smooth sailing from there.ā€Ā 
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That’s how we won.
Episode IX: The Rise of Skywalker
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Rebel Scum!
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( Ā  * Ā  & . Ā  š˜šŽš” Ā š€š‘š„ Ā šŽšŠ Ā š‹š˜š‘šˆš‚ Ā š’š“š€š‘š“š„š‘š’ .
*Ā  Ā takenĀ  fromĀ  theĀ  maine’sĀ  newĀ  albumĀ  youĀ  areĀ  ok .
SLIPĀ  THEĀ  NOOSE .
ā€˜Ā  youĀ  sentĀ  myĀ  painĀ  intoĀ  oblivion .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  iĀ  wasĀ  onĀ  theĀ  vergeĀ  ofĀ  breakingĀ  down .Ā   ’
ā€˜Ā  thenĀ  youĀ  cameĀ  aroundĀ  andĀ  notĀ  aĀ  secondĀ  tooĀ  late .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  iĀ  wasĀ  onĀ  theĀ  vergeĀ  ofĀ  breakingĀ  downĀ  thenĀ  youĀ  cameĀ  around .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  youĀ  shookĀ  theĀ  noose ,Ā  slippedĀ  myĀ  headĀ  loose ,Ā  andĀ  nowĀ  thatĀ  boyĀ  isĀ  history .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  youĀ  rescuedĀ  meĀ  fromĀ  myself .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  iĀ  wasĀ  aboutĀ  toĀ  letĀ  goĀ  tillĀ  iĀ  knewĀ  youĀ  existed .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  lonelinessĀ  isĀ  hellĀ  andĀ  you’reĀ  aloneĀ .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  iĀ  knewĀ  betterĀ  thanĀ  toĀ  refuseĀ  yourĀ  hand .Ā  ’
MYĀ  BESTĀ  HABIT .
ā€˜Ā  i’mĀ  notĀ  sorryĀ  forĀ  myselfĀ  orĀ  anyĀ  partĀ  ofĀ  me .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  iĀ  amĀ  notĀ  human ,Ā  oneĀ  partĀ  anxietyĀ  usingĀ  twoĀ  partsĀ  nativityĀ  justĀ  toĀ  keepĀ  sane .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  i’mĀ  aĀ  bitterĀ  littleĀ  pillĀ  toĀ  swallow .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  i’mĀ  aĀ  littleĀ  bitĀ  ofĀ  aĀ  letĀ  down .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  myĀ  bestĀ  habit’sĀ  lettingĀ  youĀ  down .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  toĀ  youĀ  iĀ  don’tĀ  exist ,Ā  Ā ain’tĀ  whatĀ  you’reĀ  lookingĀ  for .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  goodĀ  thingĀ  iĀ  don’tĀ  existĀ  forĀ  youĀ  atĀ  allĀ  anymore .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  ifĀ  it’sĀ  averageĀ  you’reĀ  afterĀ  orĀ  ordinary ,Ā  you’llĀ  haveĀ  toĀ  moveĀ  on .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  ifĀ  i’mĀ  notĀ  meĀ  thenĀ  iĀ  amĀ  everyoneĀ  else .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  ifĀ  you’reĀ  notĀ  you ,Ā  you’reĀ  everyoneĀ  else .Ā  ’
NUMBĀ  WITHOUTĀ  YOU .
ā€˜Ā  youĀ  areĀ  aĀ  panicĀ  inĀ  theĀ  bloodstream .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  youĀ  bringĀ  meĀ  peace .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  youĀ  killĀ  meĀ  forĀ  theĀ  better .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  you’reĀ  everyĀ  fuckingĀ  thingĀ  insideĀ  meĀ  now .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  youĀ  areĀ  myĀ  glitterĀ  andĀ  myĀ  gloom .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  iĀ  amĀ  soĀ  numbĀ  withoutĀ  you .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  iĀ  won’tĀ  leave ,Ā  Ā iĀ  won’tĀ  surrender .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  i’llĀ  waitĀ  tillĀ  theĀ  endĀ  ofĀ  time .Ā  ’
IĀ  FEELĀ  ITĀ  ALLĀ  OVER .
ā€˜Ā  iĀ  feelĀ  everythingĀ  tonightĀ  withĀ  you .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  butĀ  there’sĀ  nothingĀ  leftĀ  toĀ  loseĀ  whenĀ  there’sĀ  nothingĀ  toĀ  hide .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  tonightĀ  iĀ  feelĀ  soĀ  make-believe .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  doĀ  you believeĀ  whatĀ  youĀ  can’tĀ  see ?Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  we’reĀ  madeĀ  upĀ  ofĀ  aĀ  thousandĀ  scars .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  goĀ  andĀ  cryĀ  yourĀ  heartĀ  out .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  thisĀ  isĀ  whatĀ  itĀ  saysĀ  toĀ  do .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  tomorrow’sĀ  gone ,Ā  tonightĀ  isĀ  ours .Ā  ’
HEAVEN ,Ā  WE’REĀ  ALREADYĀ  THERE .
ā€˜Ā  blessedĀ  beĀ  theĀ  nightĀ  we’reĀ  breathingĀ  in .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  theĀ  closestĀ  thatĀ  we’llĀ  getĀ  toĀ  heavenĀ  sentĀ  forĀ  allĀ  ofĀ  usĀ  darlingĀ  aliens .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  weĀ  willĀ  neverĀ  beĀ  thisĀ  youngĀ  again .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  weĀ  allĀ  willĀ  beĀ  bornĀ  again .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  thisĀ  isĀ  everythingĀ  youĀ  prayĀ  for .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  thisĀ  isĀ  everythingĀ  iĀ  need .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  lifeĀ  isĀ  crazy ,Ā  don’tĀ  forgetĀ  theĀ  seatbelt .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  shutĀ  theĀ  goddamnĀ  doors .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  daylightĀ  isn’tĀ  farĀ  awayĀ  myĀ  fiend .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  everythingĀ  iĀ  loveĀ  isĀ  rightĀ  hereĀ  tonight .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  isĀ  whatĀ  you’reĀ  livingĀ  forĀ  worthĀ  dyingĀ  for ?Ā   ’
FOREVERMORE .
ā€˜Ā  iĀ  neverĀ  reallyĀ  feltĀ  soĀ  atĀ  homeĀ  before .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  iĀ  wannaĀ  feelĀ  thisĀ  foreverĀ  evenĀ  ifĀ  forever’sĀ  justĀ  forĀ  now .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  weĀ  areĀ  hereĀ  andĀ  aliveĀ  inĀ  ourĀ  cornerĀ  ofĀ  time .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  iĀ  neverĀ  reallyĀ  everĀ  feltĀ  soĀ  adoredĀ  before .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  iĀ  neverĀ  reallyĀ  feltĀ  thisĀ  typeĀ  ofĀ  vulnerable .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  allĀ  youĀ  haveĀ  toĀ  beĀ  isĀ  here .Ā  ’
TEARSĀ  WON’TĀ  CRYĀ  (Ā  SHINJÅŖĀ  ) .
ā€˜Ā  dreamĀ  withĀ  bothĀ  eyesĀ  open .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  saveĀ  yourĀ  tearsĀ  forĀ  somethingĀ  worthĀ  cryingĀ  over .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  saveĀ  yourĀ  tearsĀ  forĀ  somethingĀ  worthĀ  cryingĀ  over ,Ā  don’tĀ  wasteĀ  themĀ  onĀ  misfortune .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  baby ,Ā  theyĀ  won’tĀ  cryĀ  today .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  we’llĀ  borrowĀ  happinessĀ  justĀ  forĀ  theĀ  night .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  nothingĀ  canĀ  hurtĀ  you .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  tellĀ  meĀ  whatĀ  youĀ  thinkĀ  aboutĀ  meĀ  andĀ  you .Ā  ’
ONEĀ  SUNSET .
ā€˜Ā  youĀ  waitĀ  forĀ  meĀ  inĀ  theĀ  rainĀ  asĀ  iĀ  patientlyĀ  tryĀ  toĀ  passĀ  theĀ  time .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  theĀ  dayĀ  isĀ  done ,Ā  nowĀ  allĀ  iĀ  wantĀ  isĀ  toĀ  getĀ  out .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  oneĀ  sunsetĀ  tillĀ  iĀ  seeĀ  you .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  myĀ  love ,Ā  youĀ  wait ,Ā  soĀ  longĀ  overdue .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  it’sĀ  beenĀ  twoĀ  weeksĀ  inĀ  theĀ  rainĀ  andĀ  it’sĀ  hazyĀ  inĀ  myĀ  head .Ā  ’
BROKENĀ  PARTS .
ā€˜Ā  itĀ  isn’tĀ  gettingĀ  easier .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  weĀ  areĀ  shatteredĀ  everywhere .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  itĀ  isn’tĀ  gettingĀ  easierĀ  now ,Ā  butĀ  we’reĀ  notĀ  beyondĀ  repair .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  weĀ  areĀ  brittle ,Ā  beware .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  usĀ  fragileĀ  things ,Ā  fallingĀ  toĀ  pieces .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  we’reĀ  allĀ  theĀ  sameĀ  brokenĀ  fractionsĀ  andĀ  halvesĀ  ofĀ  someĀ  greaterĀ  thing .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  youĀ  can’tĀ  fallĀ  anyĀ  further .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  gatherĀ  yourselfĀ  upĀ  now ,Ā  justĀ  asĀ  youĀ  wereĀ  before .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  we’reĀ  allĀ  theĀ  sameĀ  brokenĀ  parts .Ā  ’
FLOWERSĀ  ONĀ  THEĀ  GRAVE .
ā€˜Ā  theĀ  timeĀ  youĀ  haveĀ  isĀ  sacred ,Ā  don’tĀ  waitĀ  aroundĀ  andĀ  wasteĀ  it .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  everythingĀ  isĀ  temporary ,Ā  evenĀ  theĀ  sorrowĀ  thatĀ  youĀ  carry .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  soĀ  tellĀ  me ,Ā  areĀ  youĀ  okay ?Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  i’mĀ  okayĀ  nowĀ  i’mĀ  withĀ  you .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  youĀ  don’tĀ  planĀ  life ,Ā  youĀ  liveĀ  it .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  youĀ  don’tĀ  takeĀ  love ,Ā  youĀ  giveĀ  it . ’
ā€˜Ā  thereĀ  areĀ  flowersĀ  onĀ  theĀ  graveĀ  ofĀ  theĀ  childĀ  thatĀ  iĀ  usedĀ  toĀ  be .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  itĀ  wasĀ  summerĀ  whenĀ  youĀ  toldĀ  meĀ  thatĀ  youĀ  lovedĀ  me .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  everythingĀ  isĀ  temporary .Ā  ’
ā€˜Ā  youĀ  can’tĀ  changeĀ  whatĀ  isĀ  written .Ā  ’
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Oscar Isaac | Rise of Skywalker interview
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I live in the worst time zone and it’s facts
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I feel
the CONFLICT
in you
į“„į“€É“į“É“ ᓅɪᓠᓇʀɢᓇɓᓛ ʙᓇɓ sį“ŹŸį“ // KŹŹŸį“ Rᓇɓ
Sį“‡į“ÉŖ Sį“‡ŹŸį“‡į“„į“›ÉŖį“ į“‡
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it’s really a tragedy that i don’t have more ships for poeĀ 
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Can I just say that I live for subtle touches….hands swiping against each other, arms grazing, knees press against each other, cheeks brushing, ā€œaccidentalā€ thigh swipes. Ā I just love the subtlety behind pushing comfort boundaries while both of yall pretend like you don’t notice. It’s really the simple things in life.
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@solosboy said:Ā "Did you know that I think about you every moment of every single day, Poe Dameron?"
ā€œEvery single one?ā€ He parrots back smile radiant in his voice as he cocks his head to the side, ego successfully stroked.Ā ā€œI must be a lucky guy then.ā€ He says, his hands unable to remain idle find their place on his partner’s hips, their shape their constant.Ā  His full name was used so that must mean it was serious, that the devotion in Ben Solo’s face was not to be taken lightly, and Poe understood it’s gravity. The soft expression his partner wore suited him far better than all of the darkness that had obscured it for so long. Poe is inclined to kiss the full lips that said his name with the weight of ownership.Ā  And if he leans forward to do just that, Poe is at least certain he will not be denied.Ā 
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ship with me you cowards
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but he’s a hero, you know. the strong kind, the hold-up-the-sky kind, the too-good-for-this-world kind. he’s a hero, and he doesn’t deserve this.Ā 
because he is kind, too-good-for-this-world kind, and i think that’s what makes him a hero. his heart is too big, and he carries it in his hands and i think it’s as heavy as the sky anyway and even if atlas was never a hero, he is.Ā 
and he’s a hero, and he doesn’t deserve this, but we all know how this story ends and even if you rip out the last page it doesn’t stop the story from ending.Ā 
he’s a hero, he is, and one day it’s going to kill him. because his heart is too big, and he carries it in his hands, and no one can hold up the sky forever.
— heroes are only heroes until it takes its toll // p.s.
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