#I’m flying home today

[chalamet-chalamet]

Timothée arriving to rehearsal in LA for his upcoming Bob Dylan biopic ‘A Complete Unknown.’ (March 5, 2024). ✨✨✨

[themissingmango]

[lavampira]

can I just say. from the bottom of my heart. I’m so tired of airports.

[sarah-yyy]

hey! i’ve seen a few ppl refer to you as jiejie and i just wanted to check and see if thats smth you’re comfortable with ppl doing? or is it just people you have a rapport with? im 5years younger than you if that makes a difference!! thank you!!

i have people 5 years older calling me jiejie also, even irl 😅 i actually like it when y’all do, so go wild nonny!!

[howdidthisevenhappenanyway]

*taps microphone* so i’d just like to talk about all the little kids in coruscant who would absolutely be out of their mind with love and awe for the corrie guard, and their fire engine red painted armour

these kids

these kids would wait at their windows to watch them drive past their window on a scheduled patrol. they’d be so thrilled to see them in the market. or when Fox is standing next to Palpatine in the press in his extra red paint

their parent will be like ‘want to talk to them?’ and the kids will get all shy.

they might even draw pictures of them to give to them

because no matter what the adults think, abiut flesh droids or military police being given more and more responsibility (that theybwould see as power) as the war went on, but little kids know what’s up. they know how cool garbage men are, and fire men (with the shiny red paint), and other civil servants that adults don’t think are awesome but kids know

and you know, you just know that Sergeant Hound, with his cute mastiff and awesome bucket paint would be the absolute pinnacle of coolness to an eight year old coruscanti child

[exopelagic]

okay I severely misjudged spaghetti guy he’s actually just really cool

[herawell]

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[dreamissy]

Crazy to know that I am going to cry tomorrow!

[rachalixie]

sigh.

[1ovestay]

won’t lie, experiencing some horrors

[pebblezone]

Idk how welcome home has overrun literally all of my social media but I guess I welcome it

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

How are we feeling about some Daemon smut tomorrow?

[flanarchy]

alright flannery get over it stop posting

[excelsior9173]

i truly think the worst part of the current financial climate right now is the fact that people like me are trapped in work situations that are genuinely detrimental to their wellbeing because they cannot afford to leave

i know that i am 100% at the end of the line with my current position. the burnout is insurmountable at this point and if i get more than four bookings a day i wake up dreading everything.

however, i do not get paid nearly enough to have a cushion to quit this job and search for another. not at the rate i’m finding new things to apply for and not at the rate i’m being ignored by any and all potential employers.

the other issue though, is that it is near impossible to take on a second job because of the unreliable schedule in my current work. it makes it really hard to search for a new job when my current one is all “you need to give one month’s notice!” and most other jobs want you to start asap

i’m just so tired. i want to put my degree to use. i want to feel like i can actually afford to live

[harmonizewithechoes]

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[certifiedyapperx]

imagine you’re dating ghost and no one knows. the two of you have kept it a secret on your end and his just for your protection— because ghost knows what could happen if someone finds out, how someone might try and target you to get to him, or worse, given his line of work.

but then imagine that he’s on a mission, interrogating some piece of filth ready to decorate the fucking wall with his brain matter when the guy says “you know what, simon, killing me would be the biggest mistake of your life.”

immediately ghost would pause, eyes narrowed, though his hardened demeanour wouldn’t fade much, he’d just blankly stare at the prick like “oh yea? n’ why don’ you tell m’ why.”

the shit-eating grin that would crawl across that fuckers lips would have ghost ready to kill him right then and there, but then he’d say “reach in my pocket. pull out my phone.”

id like to think ghost would have absolutely none of this assholes bullshit, not at all entertained by his theatrics. i’d like to think he’d just press the muzzle of his gun to the fuckers temple within an instant, all teeth barred and ready to get it over with when the guy would add,

“your girlfriend is a fucking beauty, isn’t she?”

everything would pause. ghost, time, the world, air, the universe itself—the life that would drain from ghosts face would almost be enough to make his alias a reality. his heart pounding in his throat, his fingers fucking trembling as he immediately reached into the assholes pocket to find his phone—a picture of a woman tied up (face not in view however) lighting up on the home screen. there’d be no thinking rationally, no thoughts in ghosts head except for making sure you were fucking okay. he’d do whatever he’d have to do, kill the guy, leave him strapped there, whatever—he’d be out of that room in two seconds flat and personally flying the helicopter back to your house calling you nonstop every fucking second until you answered.

“hello? si?”

he’d wait a second before answering. taking everything in. background noises, the inflection of your voice. it sounds calm, maybe too calm? he’s grasping his phone so fucking hard it’s a miracle it hasn’t shattered between his fingers.

“princess,” he breathes, fighting with everything in him to keep his voice steady. “see any birds today?”

though it was a genuine question, it also was an established one. ghost had set up a series of questions for a situation precisely like this. if you said blue jay, it meant you were fine, at home, as usual. if you said crows, it meant you weren’t.

“oh just the usual blue jays, si.” he could almost hear the smile on your lips. “everything okay? i miss you.”

ghost would exhale a shattered breath. “i’m coming home.”

and then he’d show up, not all but a few hours later, hands still trembling slightly, heart rate still struggling to regulate. it was too much, reminding him too much of his past traumas, he knew he needed to find better protection for you, but that was a conversation for another time.

he’d come in the house, barely even taking the time to shut the door behind him, almost frenzied again, relentless, unable to relax until he could finally lay eyes on you. and then, the second he did, he’d just pause and look at you, all messy hair and pyjamas still on, in the kitchen cooking breakfast for you both since you knew he was on his way.

and he wouldn’t say a goddamn word, he’d just come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, hugging you so tight you’d hardly be able to breathe, his face buried in your hair and his heart thumping at your back. you’d feel the pain the fear the anxiety radiating off him and you wouldn’t try to say anything because you knew he needed this, you knew he needed to see you, hold you, feel your pulse stable and alive. you knew he just needed a moment to breathe.

and so the two of you would stand there like that for a while, and then he’d take a big inhale and spin you around to face him, pulling up his mask to plant soft kisses on your jaw.

“i love you so fuckin’ much.”