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dangandj-d4ronpa · 11 months

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DanganDJ Multiple Endings

In the worst ending, everyone dies in their executions.

In the slightly better ending, after the executions are over, the students are left on their own. Hiiro and Esora leave, someone has to look after Marika and Saori, and the others are furious and helpless. They want revenge, but the game is over. Esora is even more bent on revenge in light of Rei’s death, and Hiiro knows that she’s done all she can do. This is the best outcome. Now all she can do is move on.

In the good ending, Nozomi comes to the rescue. Just as Hiiro finishes explaining that Rika attacked Saori and Marika to get them out of their executions, and that she guaranteed she would not survive her own execution because of it, Junko returns, having been temporarily cast out of Hope’s Pinnacle when Rika first unleashed her firepower.

When Rika struck Saori and Marika, it also struck the monitor Junko was using to broadcast in on. Junko wasn’t happy about Hiiro and Rika’s deceit, but before she could do anything, Nozomi also hacked in. As an Ult. Hope, Nozomi felt compelled to crush Junko, an Ult. Despair. Before she can kill the rest of the students, Towa talks to her, imploring Noa Fukushima to remember who she was.

In the best ending, Nozomi reveals that she didn’t come alone. Lumina Ichihoshi, Chiaki Nanami, and Alter Ego helped her hack in. There were also other humans trying to break into the academy alongside Nozomi and the AIs and those humans were: Unichord, Abyssmare, Masaru Damon, and Shinobu, all riding in on a giant mecha from Masaru.

After Shinobu escaped her execution, she eventually landed in Towa City where Unichord helped her find the likes of Komaru, the survivors of Makoto’s game, the Warriors of Hope, and representatives of the Future Foundation (Abyssmare). They also receive help from Hajime and his survivors thanks to Shinobu’s history with, and similarities to, Chiaki.

Because Lumina was designed to be an Ult. Hope and an Ult. AI, she and Nozomi are able to completely delete the Junko bothering them at Hope’s Pinnacle. The students also declare new Ult. Hopes at this time, all of which were listed in a different post. Esora declares that Rei is her personal Ult. Hope.

Epilog: In time, Hope's Pinnacle is restored and Esoran and Nyochio become the new headmasters. Call of Artemis and LMO transfer from Hope's Peak to become the core 8 staff of the new Hope's Pinnacle with the core 6 units acting as the pilot class. (This occurs after Hajime and crew flee to Jabberwock while Makoto takes over Hope’s Peak).

Every D4 student is able to attend because, with their consciousnesses stored in Pinnacle servers, the only thing they needed were bodies and Esora gave them robots.

Abyssmare is also transferred to Hope's Pinnacle. They were supposed to be some of the first students of the overseas campus until the Tragedy turned the overseas campus into the Future Foundation. Ibuki left the FF in the hands of Abyssmare while she went out trying to find all of her missing unit mates.

In her absence, the FF nearly fell apart as Abyssmare’s endless internal conflicts allowed a shady board of Hope’s Peak representatives to slide in and steal power away from them. That led to the final Killing Game Makoto went through, but once it was over, he was able to rescue Abyssmare and bring them to Japan to help fight the Tragedy there. Now, they are studying how to be proper Ultimate students from their Japanese classmates until the day finally arrives for them to return home to America, when the overseas campus is finally, officially finished. Unichord, meanwhile, is finally old enough to attend Hope’s Pinnacle, having been in the middle school division for most of the DR storyline.

#d4dj #danganronpa #fanganronpa #dangandj #d4ronpa #monochio #monyochio #hope's peak academy #hope's pinnacle academy #killing school transfer #crossover #dig delight direct drive dj

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thekitschdiet · 3 years

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the kitsch diet part II

part one alr posted!! this chunk is about 3,000~ words long... let me know what u think :-) thank u all for all the luv already!!! looks like I really will hit 31 followers by easter!!!!!!!!

Who is the Kitsch Girl?

I think this is more loosely defined, but The Chic Diet did a truly admirable way of reducing a girl to her YSL bag and her really skinny legs. Now, that implies an archetype, or a population in a specific location. I think kitschness is kind of the niche you fill when you’re not really much of anything else, sort of your own conglomerate of mainstream-specific. One major requirement, though, is being a little too into something somewhat uncool. And the whole illusion falls apart if you have any sort of outward insecurity. See, the Kitsch Girl is somewhat undefinable because she is so much of everything. She exists in multitudes, in a way that is also quite simple to understand; think of a list of axioms, or principles to live by. And now add a section to each one that says “but…” to make a collection of verified exceptions. Say, the kitsch girl will never wear jeans. But she thrifted this pair of vintage flares she just loves. She doesn’t reply to texts efficiently, but sometimes she will within a couple seconds. No mascara, no dinner forks, candles are to be collected not burned; but that was a gift, or something. It’s not personal, of course, those are just the contradictions she exists in. Don’t try to understand it, the enigma is essential to the facade. Or maybe she just lives like this, and her character is so homogenous with her inner world there’s no sense in trying to separate it. You have to have a little bit of an individuality complex about the whole ordeal, which is normally so eugh, but if you’re kitschy enough it works on you. Trust!The Kitsch girl is not someone unlikeable, but amiable and well heeled. I double checked that last one, assuming it meant liked by most, but apparently means affluent. I suppose that is an aspect of the kitsch girl too, having seemingly endless frivolous expenses with no real strain, but that’s not important right now. People that don’t like her think so out of jealousy, or something. Envious that her clothes are all kind of shake-it-up-esque and her highlights desperately need touching up, but she still seems so enthralled with the whole of life… How does she enjoy her own company so much when other people want to know her better? Doesn’t she feel weird about blowing people off to make a joke about reading Kafka in the bath? Why would she document her cluttered, unexciting life on Instagram so delicately, so vibrantly? Of course, no one would say this to her face because they are really baseless claims. She’s nice, generous, and valuable to have as a friend. Trade-offs exist, as they do with anyone. But I like thinking it’s easier to overlook a forgotten birthday when your kitschy best friend gave you a multi strand pearl necklace to celebrate the welcome breeze of June. Or some other made-up holiday. She is so unassuming if you’re not really looking. Girls want in on her inner circle. Or they just don’t care. Nothing wrong with being liked or thought of naught, for the most part. Boys are either enthralled or repulsed by her. Her doctor knows her as something of a hypochondriac, but only minorly. It’s just carpal tunnel, don’t worry… The sales staff at CVS turn a blind eye when she slips an eyeliner pencil into her tote bag. She shoplifts on occasion, just to see if she still knows how. But she is not a shoplifter. $9 here and $6.45 there doesn’t really add up to much. Everywhere she goes, she makes a tertiary friend or two. The term of friend is loosely used here, of course. But it is nice to tell a stranger you like her earrings. Or her phone case is so fun, is it Wildflower? The kitsch girl has an eye for this kind of detail. Simply put, she is sort of unspectacular. But in a way that makes you sort of wish you knew her better.

Phone cases

The phone case is, like, religious for the kitsch girl. Sorry, but there’s just no other accessory as flippant and expensive and single-purpose as a trendy little iPhone case with some semitacky stickers plastered over the design. I used to have an iPhone XS- extrasmall- with like, 18 phone cases. It was kind of a sordid affair. I jest, but really… owning that many phone cases was kind of sick. We get it, you are frivolous and spontaneous and sooo stylish! Stop posting mirror selfies on your Instagram story, your crush isn’t going to see it. Kidding again. Having an extensive collection of phone cases is just so fun because while attainable, most people just simply do not partake in it. That makes you kitschy and unique. I really thought I had more to say about the IDEA of the phone case, but I guess in practice it is all very, very simple. You can slide your driver’s license in the back of a clear case. At what point does it stop being cool to have legal operational control of a vehicle? I don’t display mine because I don’t really like the photo. I look round. In the eyes but also just in general, swollen, unglamorous. Whatever. Not like I drive a Nissan or anything. I drive my *Mom’s* Nissan. Playing Bladee in the car seems sacrilegious. She would hate it.Back to phone cases. Sonix ones are cute but kind of overpriced retail- unless you have like, an iPhone 12 Pro Max or whatever the fuck is new this year, just go to Winner’s. They always have Xs and 11 cases. I had a cherry one for my previous phone, like the exact one Lana Del Rey had? Thank god I sold it before she got outed as a copfucker or whatever. Casetify is for an inadvertent flex. Flexing your lame, lame taste. Sorry, I know you bought it because you liked it, but what you failed to consider is just how un-Kitsch they are. SO common, and they advertise on Instagram. Sorry, I just can’t get into it! Kind of how I just never liked the Brandy Amara tanks. Or lowtop converse. Otterbox is just distressing. Like, if my boyfriend gave me an otterbox phone case I would probably break up with him because somebody clearly isn’t paying attention- one of my favorite, potentially overused joke is how Otterbox cases are the equivalent of orthopedic insoles. Sorry but if you have poor arch support or whatever, but no pain is worth giving up a good pair of Margiela slingback tabi heels. Obviously I couldn’t afford that right now because all loose income goes directly to Wildflower and my cig boy. But like, one day. I hope you want to punch me in the face a little bit after reading that. If Wildflower isn’t your thing, at least have the decency to get a beaded phone strap. But not from String Ting. Pray tell you aren’t keeping score, but they are one of my several parasocial enemies. That should have been ME collaborating with Wildflower! Should have been ME mailing shit to Caroline Calloway (more on her later, but she is the only blue check I follow. I adore her! I was on her patreon for a bit I thinkl!!) …. Side note. Phone cases are cute but there is no way to properly protect your laptop without looking just absurd or colossally lame. The foam sleeves… ick.

Having the shittiest music taste ever

So like, here’s the thing. I’m an Apple Music user, which sort of reinstates my status as an unironic My Bloody Valentine Hyperpop Death Grips kinda gal. Read; volcel. My most recent conquest ended up being a huge L on my part, but also… I totally dodged a bullet. The guy had an iPhone 11 (female trait) and didn’t know who Rei Brown was, which just seemed suspicious given his Niche. I just know he had a “making out playlist” comprising entirely of like, Joji. Which isn’t a bad thing I guess but so unembarrassing it horseshoes back to being humiliating.Like I said. Having the worst music taste. It’s nice how subjective and deeply personal your music taste can be; no one really Needs to know you’re a die hard drainer. But there’s also no point in being a die-hard drainer and Not capitalizing off it somehow. I added it up and I have well over 150 hours of just Bladee and Yung Lean. Which is so yass? The more I write, using myself as a case study, I realize just how desperately jobless I am. And Yogenfruz isn’t even hiring! UGH!I think there is something very kitschy about liking hyperpop in the least ironic, least obnoxious way. Sort of feeds into a “I’m not like other girls” thing, but I mean… That’s kind of the idea of kitsch, isn’t it? Be a little different but also the very same as your lipgloss brethren?!Side note. If you make monthly playlists I am genuinely kind of afraid of you. That is just so organized!! I just make playlists with esoteric titles and then make a new one when I’m sick of the stuff on the last. I have exhausted most genres but I think my favorite is the “I’m wearing f****ng air forces and my teeth are SO white”. Guess what genre it is. Or don’t, but it’s probably what you think is. Okay, moving on….

Curating a scent

I like thinking I smell like mango and peach, Glossier you, whatever citrus is in that Lush shower jelly and mint 5Gum. But of course it is probably less distinct and just kind of generally fruit-floral-mint. Anyway. I think Glossier You is the perfect scent for anyone with a rather elementary understanding of the whole.. Perfume business. Every bottle of intentional fragrance I own was made via aesthetic choices… it really helps that Glossier You is so cute And so universal. Now, Glossier is kind of interesting to me because it really is at the intersection of cheugy and kitsch. Kind of basic, overplayed, unspectacular. But also…. Often popular things are popular because they are good. Glossier has excellent customer suurv, they ship SO fast (and no import duties! W!) and their stuff is just so sweet and nice if not unoriginal, in kind of the same way strawberry ice cream is. Which is still my favorite, of course, especially if there’s a vegan option. I was talking about Glossier. What the hell! It’s really worth trying out. A huge principle of kitsch is just… having as many possible layers and appendages to your composure as possible. And adding a signature scent just really completes that! When curating your own, I say this as a complete amateur, know-nothing; make it something that comes kind of naturally to Your Character. Like, I’m just not a Chanel No 5 kind of girl. Odds are you aren’t either. My bottle (before she asked for it back when I told her I didn’t use it, in exchange for a Nordstrom’s gift card) was from my grandmother. Ummm.. Yeah, I really have no expertise in curating a scent. But it is nice to have a signature. And having a bottle displayed on your dresser next to your aughties McDonald milkshake themed beanie baby and a handful of lip products is just way too fun! This is the kind of girl I am, everyone! Cluttered, but prioritizing pretty-delicate things!

Cheugyism

Cheugy is a relatively new word that has unfortunately wormed into my vocabulary to replace “uncouth”. Which I use to mean graceless or tacky, but if that isn’t what it means…. Don’t tell me. That would hurt more than weighing myself after a “feast” slash pastry binge at my dear Grandmothe’s house. Like I was saying. Cheugy. It’s sort of a fucked up concept to me because it is a critique on consumption, but not the pace or volume or magnitude of it. But rather… the idea of not being “good” enough at engaging in microtrends, or involvement in the fast paced fashion cycle. Don’t get me started on TikTok, or do, but… yeah,. No. That will require a cigarette because I’m so sorry, but writing a thinkpiece on social media is so lowbrow I would need to find about six ways to aesthetically counteract it…. Moving on. I think the idea of cheugy is good, we really do need a word to simply and efficiently define “out of date/uninspired/lame”. But the way it is used to shame others for not liking the same trends or whatever is kind of gross. If you use cheugyism to put other people down and not as a neutral identifier umm… you will become what you fear. Sorry, that’s what happens. Some things that I think are cheugy or embarrassing, or just not part of my stylistic lexicon are… 1. Hooded or zip up clothing, or things with a large graphic on the back. Bingo if it's all three! I just can’t get behind it. Side note, my summer home outfit is brandy sweats and a tube top (Urban Outfitters tank I ripped the straps off) and a large cardigan that should have belonged to a stoner, but probably didn’t. I can dunk on bulky, uninspired clothes because I would honest to God NEVER be caught DEAD out of the house wearing any of it. I’m so serious. Next segment should be about the kitsch girl’s inadvertent affinity for diuretics. Remind me….. One of the ports of my laptop is dead. Not really sure what to do about that.

Eye makeup and what it means to me….

Personally, I am one of those people who never wears foundation and kind of has a complex about it. The kitsch girl wears fluffy eyelashes and owns a plethora of sparkly eyeliner. Or maybe she doesn’t, but she has something distinct and a little ritzy, if not haphazard. We all saw Euphoria and it like, totally imprinted on us. The way glitter sits on your face after a long day is so resplendent. When it’s shining and a little bit melted off from your long, semi-productive day… ugh! Just made for film. Pictures on film. But not the Prequel app. I keep getting fucking ads for it. But it’s so embarrassing. Like, isn’t the whole point of film the authenticity of the moment? The texture of the afternoon? Why would you fabricate that? Prequel is just so cheugy. More on that later. But anyhow. Wearing a ton of eye makeup kind of fits with the idea of film too I think. Like, look at you, in the moment. With your strip lash falling off! It’s all so tres-chic. Plus, for whatever reason, it’s kind of unique or notably dedicated to ~Pull up to the function~ with more eye makeup on than everyone else. Sorry, but it really doesn’t take that long! But yes I will gracefully accept your praise… it’s kind of like the dropshipping of complements if you think about it. Easy to source with little to no effort in the curating. Side note, lashes are like $20 for 40 weeks if you cut them in half and use each pair about 5 times. You could probably do more but I lose track. How the fuck is it almost June? I was trudging through the snow to check the mail for my Online Ceramics shirt just last week, I swear. The trick to cutting your lashes (the way I do it anyway) is pretty simple. Get out two lashes that are symmetrical. Find the middle and cut one slightly to the left and one slightly to the right. This means you have two sets (one set is a little more dramatic than the other but at least they are symmetrical) with longer outer edges. Glue this to the outer corner of your eye and you will look so Composed… obsessed with how this layers with three eyeliner tails (one traditional one pointing up and one pointing down directly below it, sort of like the tail light on a 2019 Lexus UX) and one below your eye, like a clown. Fun, irrelevant fact, is the first time I added this third tail to my eye makeup, my dad had just gotten home from the hospital because he was sure he had like appendicitis or something and it was actually.. Not that. Typical indie hypochondriac. He made me bring him cottage cheese on a plate with a teaspoon that evening. I put black pepper on it for flair, which he hated. Walking up and down stairs with a plate of cottage cheese is much more imprinting than most of the multiplication tables. Don’t forget to use a bright shimmer eyeshadow in your inner corner. It really opens up your eyes. I recommend Too Faced. One time I got a little bit too high and tried to film an “editorial” makeup tutorial. You will never, ever, ever see that video. But I essentially covered my whole eyelid in the ABH shadow “palermo” and smudged out the edges with a tan Tartelette Toasted shade, coupled with my long-expired Milk Makeup holographic stick. Lopsided lashes and near-blinding eyeliner experience aside, it was kind of cool. My point is, you really cannot go wrong with an arsenal of shimmers, taupey mattes and a good eyeliner pen.

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choochooopicklepie · 2 years

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melody, silk, infatuation

melody; favorite artists?

Soooo manyyyy but here are a few:

Lana Del Rey, Cigarettes After Sex, The Neighborhood, Queen, Arctic Monkeys, Two Feet, Coldplay, Troye Sivan, Wallows, Cage The Elephant

Also: Loud Hound, Far Caspian, Dream Ivory, Killkiyoshi (these are some not-so-famous indie artists but i love them)

I'm also in love with old 80's music for some reason

silk; what outfit makes you feel confident?

I have A LOT of favourite things that i like to wear but mostly soft and comfy clothes like i usually love wearing:

Mini skirts, shorts, cute tops and i just LOVEEE wearing dresses the most

infatuation; first crush?

Let's just talk about my current celebrity crushes instead of my first real life crush because i have way too many celebrity crushes like:

Tom Hiddleston, Sebastian Stan, Armie Hammer, Louis Garrel, Taron Egerton, Chris Evans, Ryan Gosling, Benedict Cumberbatch, Sam Claflin... the list is probably endless 😂

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tornbetweenthestorm · 4 years

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get to know the blogger !

can be used for RP and non-RP blogs to get to know a bit about the person behind the screen.

1. first name: Jon. 2. strange fact about yourself: I build gaming computers for fun. 3. top 3 physical things you find attractive on a person: On a person? uhhh. Strength, Stubbornness and Pride. 4. a food you could eat forever and not get bored of: Orange Chicken. 5. a food you hate: Dumplings. 6. guilty pleasure: Epic Seven. 7. what do you sleep in: Boxers - Sometimes nothing. 8. serious relationships or flings: Both. 9. if you could go back in the past and change one thing about your life, what would it be: I would have probably never come back to the USA. 10. are you an affectionate person: I can be when I want to be. I’d say I’m a slow warm up to real close affection unless we just click. 11. a movie you could watch over and over again: Paranormal Activity 12. favourite book: 1984 by George Orwell 13. you have the opportunity to keep any animal as a pet, what would you choose: A tarantula and at least 5 more cats. 14. top 5 fictional ships (if you’re a rp blog, you can use your own ships as well): Mine for FN - Phasma, Ave, Hux, Poe, Kylo, Adan, Ravid, Vader, SABER oh Sabers a big fav, Rey, too many omg. I love them all okay? Mine in general - HaruxRin, ScarecrowxRiddler, HannibalxWill, Im sure theres others I cant think of rn

15. pie or cake: cake 16. favourite scent: fresh linen 17. celebrity crush: I have no idea. 18. if you could travel anywhere, where would you go: Space. 19. introvert or extrovert: I am socially extroverted but need a lot of time to myself. I like to be at home but I have endless amounts of social energy. 20. do you scare easily: Nope. 21. iphone or android: Iphone. 22. do you play any video games: Yes, too many to list. 23. dream job: I already have it. Psychotherapist. - However I’d like to also stream! 24. what would you do with a million dollars: Pay off my student loan debt and move back to Asia. 25. fictional characters you hate: I don’t think there’s anyone I hate? 26. fandom that you were once apart of but aren’t any longer: This is honestly the first fandom on tumblr I’ve been in officially.

tagged by: @sithroyal tagging: @vuuelo @starlight-pilot and anyone else that wants!

#𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚈𝚘𝚞 ◺𝙳𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝙶𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜◿

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onthesandsofdreams · 4 years

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No Other

Pairing: Rey x Poe Rating: T Summary: Rey knows the moment Poe’s lips touch hers. Poe’s the one. Words: 406 Notes: Prompt #11 of @damereydaily2020‘s May list.

Read @ AO3

Rey knows the moment Poe’s lips touch hers.

He’s the one.

Poe, with his bright smile that rivals the sun. Poe, with the warm chocolate eyes that are always soft and full of kindness. Poe, with the warm, bone crushing hugs. Poe, with the endless silly jokes who strives to make her laugh. Poe, with a stubborn streak that drives her mad. Poe, who will go to end of the Earth for his friends and loved ones.

Poe’s the one she wants to spend the rest of her life with. Poe’s the one she wants to kiss every morning and every night, Poe’s the one whom she wants to spend nights of passion, Poe’s the one whom she wants to stay in and watch silly movies, Poe’s the one whom she wishes to share every part of herself.

Poe’s the one.

So she smiles as he tries to pull away, because she doesn’t let him. She puts her hands around his face and kisses him deeply, trying to convey without words the love she feels for him. She already knew she loved him, how could she not? After all, they’ve been dating for a bit. But what she knows is the certainly that she has found her missing sock.

Poe kisses her back, wraps his arms around her, pulling her close and she goes. She allows herself to melt into his embrace, to almost become one.

They pull apart when air is needed, but she can see it in his eyes. Poe knows. His eyes sparkle, with both joy and passion and her own flares up. It’s like a siren call, one that she’s unable to resist. One she knows she’ll never let go, at least not without a fight and not willingly.

It’s her and Poe against the world.

She has found her match. She has found someone she will call herself selfish and keep for herself. She knows she doesn’t need to say it, she can see her emotions and thoughts reflected in his eyes. They both have found their forever home.

It’s in each other’s arms, and they know that they are safe with one another. She’s the happiest she’s ever been. Poe doesn’t say anything, nor does she. They’re not willing to break whatever enchantment has fallen between each other. She simply tucks herself beneath his chin, his arms tightening around her middle.

She’s found home and she will know no other.

#damereydaily2020 #damerey #rey x poe #jedipilot #rey #poe dameron #Star Wars Fic #au: modern #established relationship #damereydaily

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elopez7228 · 4 years

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Scenic Route 39/47

Read on AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/18268208/chapters/43229774

Start over : https://elopez7228.tumblr.com/post/620919089893933056/scenic-route-0147

How many times can you make love before the coffee in your cup turns frigid? How many times before the motel staff inform you that you have to vacate the premises?

Ben and Rey found themselves in the parking lot, disheveled and hastily dressed, holding two long-cold coffees. They hadn't seen the morning go by, making love over and over again, as if their lives depended on it, and when Ben no longer had the stamina, he used his fingers, his mouth, and anything else. She was insatiable and surprisingly loud.

"Eros and Thanatos, sweetheart," Ben explained, thoroughly amused by the situation. "Love and death. There are always baby booms after major disasters—people must have a carnal need to feel alive after having narrowly escaped death's grasp.”

"My love, my heart, sweetheart, baby".

Rey felt a touch of sadness; a few weeks ago she was preparing to become Mrs. Finn Storm. Today she was casually having breakfast with Ben Solo who peppered her with endearments as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Now I understand James Bond's sexual appetite," she replied. "And Austin Powers. Mikael Blomkvist. Indiana Jones? The list is long," said Rey pensively.

"You forgot the best," Ben quipped with a little smirk that dug a dimple in his cheek. "Rey Jakku."

Rey rolled her eyes, handing her bag to Ben who opened the trunk of the car.

"Novice spy, then. The awkward kind that falls in love with the bad guy, too."

Ben froze mid-gesture, and Rey covered her mouth with her hand.

“Sorry! Sorry...I didn't mean that, I—"

He ran a hand through his hair, averting her eyes as he put her belongins in the car.

"You wouldn't be the first to think so...it's a common complaint with the women in my life, I suppose. But don't feel too bad for me, we reap what we sow."

She felt the breeze lift her hair. Did Ben just call her "a woman in his life"? Was he also talking about his mother? Time stood still for a moment. Arms at her sides, fists clenched, she watched him motionlessly as he closed the trunk and lit a cigarette. He suddenly seemed fascinated by his shoes.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She finally asked, gathering all her courage. "You told me about your father last night...I don't know if I dreamt it. What really happened?"

Ben pursed his lips as if to moisten them, a sign that he was nervous. He seemed to be looking for a loophole, staring unseeingly at the ground, then the buildings, finally the cars.

"We're going to ditch the Lincoln," he said then. "Hux has definitely launched a search for it. I'll take you to San Francisco myself in the other car."

"Well—"

"Let's just go, okay?"

His eyes were sad, glistening. Rey felt a pang of hurt. She advanced slowly, took his hand, and standing on her tiptoes, drew her mouth against his. She gave him a long, very gentle kiss, savoring his lips. She opened her eyes and looked at his grief-stricken face.

"I'm not your enemy. I love you. Talk to me."

This time it was her turn to wipe a tear from Ben's cheek. He gently released himself from her embrace to take a drag of his cigarette.

Rey waited.

Finally, he took two steps away from her, and leaned against the car.

"I killed my father when I was fifteen," he started. "He took me out to the track where he did stunts on motorcycles, an obstacle course…he was a real daredevil. It was...a difficult time."

Rey said nothing. What could she say? She would ask her questions later. Silently, she listened, biting her thumbnail. Ben dropped the ash from his cigarette, taking another puff.

"I was always the black sheep...in the shadow of my amazing parents. I wasn't up to it. When they left I was unhappy, but when they were at the front I hoped they would die there."

He looked up at her.

"It would have been great, what a tragedy! Everyone would have pitied me and then left me in peace, blaming everything on the grief," Ben made a gesture with his hand, as if to sweep away a memory. "I didn't really mean it. It's the kind of thing you want when you're a teenager."

Rey couldn't agree. She hadn't known her parents and during her childhood at the foster home she had dreamt of countless secret backstories for herslef. Perhaps she was the daughter of a princess in exile...they were all tales to give herself somewhere to belong. Wishing for the death of her parents was a feeling she could hardly imagine. But she said nothing. Ben continued.

"He dragged me to the course, we yelled at each other, I'd been smoking cigarettes to piss him off, he blamed himself and swore that he would fuck me up to get rid of me...stuff he probably didn't really mean either. He was just angry. He left me in a corner and got on his bike to ride out the rage. He was going fast."

Ben rubbed his eyes

"I was on the edge of the circuit. I yelled that I hated him and wanted him to die. I threw my helmet on the course. He...he swerved to avoid it, lost control of his bike."

Rey bit her lip. She stepped forward slowly and took his hand. He broke contact, looking her right in the eye.

"I saw him fall. He died before my eyes. My mother doesn't know what happened, she believes he had an accident. She believes that Han Solo was too cocky with his bike, like he always was. But she's wrong. Han Solo would’ve never died such a stupid death. It was me who killed him."

His cigarette was finished. He crushed it under his sole. Rey took back his hand, the one he had taken away a moment earlier, and this time she didn't let it escape. With the tips of her fingers, she brushed away a lock of hair from his face. His eyes were red.

"Your mother is right, Ben. It was an accident. Come here."

She hugged him, pressing her cheek against his shoulder. He was so much larger than her. She felt him hugging her back, breathing in the scent of her hair. Deep inside, she struggled to find the words. Could anyone deny his responsibility in the death of his father? But it was an accident. A thoughtless gesture. In the end, it was best that Leia didn't know the truth. It wasn't technically wrong to belive that, and the truth was enough to break a mother's heart. It must have been hard for him too, growing up with this weight on his conscience.

He eased himself out of her embrace and checked the time on his phone. 11:40 AM. They were eight hours from San Francisco, no point in hanging around. They would get something to eat on the way.

"Ben," Rey sighed unhappily, "I don't think I should come with you to San Francisco..."

Ben sat behind the wheel. Rey knew he had driven as much (and as fast) as she had the day before, but she gladly accepted the favor. She needed to let herself think for a while. BB8 sat in the back of the car, for once not growling in her little corner.

The first part of the journey passed in silence. The weight of their imminent separation hung in the air. The road was like their future: a desert blackened by flames, still smoking from yesterday's fire. A lifeless landscape. Rey took advantage of the quiet to call Poe and ask about Finn. His bruises had faded, his eye was less swollen; he looked better. But he was still unconscious, and on a ventilator.

She didn't call Jessica, knowing that her friend would be full of questions about the time she spent with Ben—something she really didn't want to discuss in his very presence.

Rey sighed dejectedly. Her plane was leaving in a few days; the trial was in two weeks.

What was her future then? Going back to her former life, prancing around London in one of her endless pairs of pumps, sipping overpriced coffees that were mostly sugar and cream?

And what about his future? Facing his own mother in court, falling into trouble, going to prison?

Why did her former life suddenly seem so futile? She felt like a completely different person. Would her best friends, Jessica, Poe and Finn, or the others—her colleagues, her boss, and her clients—understand the new Rey? What if they no longer recognized her? What if they no longer saw last year's bubbly employee of the month in her?

She needed a hug. Her hand rested on Ben's arm, it slipped to his thigh. She loved his muscular thighs. She loved his body.

Heat pooled in her abdomen again and she sighed, she wanted him. Again. How many times had they made love this morning? She'd lost count. He looked at her in confusion when she slid her fingers across the front of his jeans and started to stroke him, looking both innocent and seductive.

"Do you want to stop?" Ben asked, surveying the landscape around them.

Nothing but flat desert as far as the eye can see. Certainly not the most fitting background for a tryst.

"Not necessarily," Rey grinned mischievously, undoing his seat belt.

She undid his fly, slipping her fingers inside as she leaned over his thighs.

Ben let out a long moan when she closed her lips around his cock. He had to stay focused until the next exit, unwilling to let an accident finish what Syed had started.

Damn, it was good. His hands were shaking. He couldn't, it was impossible. He turned on the safety lights and took the very next exit to Elko, looking for a place to park.

He was met with empty road, not a speck of shade or a soul in sight.

Ben drove around aimlessly a while. Rey sucked him off thoroughly, making his heartbeat skyrocket and his vision go white at the corners.

Silos in the distance, trucks. It didn't matter.

He pulled over at the end of a dusty driveway and killed the engiine. Finally he was able to cry out his pleasure as she reduced him to pure feeling with her tongue.

As the pressure built in his lower abdomen, he reached over her body to open the glove compartment. Rey, disturbed, uttered a stifled protest; her mouth was full.

“Condoms,” he explained. “Glove box.”

He managed to open the small compartment, grabbing the black cardboard box. There were three left. Rey released him with a loud "pop" that left a trail of saliva in its wake.

“We're going to run out. There has to be a pharmacy here somewhere.”

Ben nodded, but looked away. They were not going to have any more stops. If he left her with Rose Tico in Winnemucca, as she had asked him to earlier, this would be their last time.

The last time in...forever probably, given the storm that was coming. He had given up his reputation, his career and his money, for the fleeting pleasure of holding her in his arms.

If he could go back—no, he would do it all over again. Without hesitation, in the blink of an eye. Having the chance to love this beautiful, outstanding woman was without a doubt the best thing that ever happened in his life.

He got out of the car, his erection straining against his jeans, and Rey laughed. The dry Nevada air was quickly undoing the work of her lips, so with a mischievous look, she took him in her mouth again, kneeling in the dust. Ben couldn't resist the need to grab her hair and guide her movements. She let him.

He felt his pleasure go spike, leaning against the car, eyes closed. He didn’t want to come in her mouth. He wanted to make love to her again, one last time. So he slid one hand under her cheek, urging her to look at him. He motioned for her to get up.

She stood up, wiping her mouth. Her lips were swollen and wet. He kissed her, madly. She unbuttoned her jeans, slipping them down her thighs, twisting the fabric impatiently past her calves before jumping a little to allow it to slide all the way down. Ben watched, taking in everything about her. The flush of her cheeks which brought out her freckles; the curve of her hips, the lilt of her English accent as she cursed in her struggle to undress. The adorable way she was hopping from one foot onto the other on the dusty ground and—uh oh—he leapt to catch her when she lost her balance.

As he held her, he pulled her towards him and kissed her again. She ran her tongue against his lips and he opened his mouth to greet hers. With his right hand, he grabbed the elastic of her underwear and pushed it down.

There she stood, Rey, bare to the touch, turning her back on him to lean suggestively against the car.

He wanted to take her in missionary again, or maybe on her knees in the back of the car, so that he could kiss her from behind, caress every inch and feel her skin—but Rey was on fire and she had other plans. With a swish of her hips she grabbed Ben's hand and guided it down her slit, wet and swollen. He felt himself harden as he palmed her sex and couldn't resist the urge to kneel in the dust behind her and run his tongue along her folds. Rey let out a strangled cry somewhere between surprise and delight, followed by a content sigh. His tongue lapped greedily at her clit, rubbing back and forth.

Ben's hands squeezed her buttocks and she arched her back, moaning with pleasure. Her nails were scratching as the metal exterior of the car. She felt him move back, allowing the breeze to caress her damp skin, followed by the brush of his knuckles as he lined himself up and pressed into her.

It was so sudden and deep that Rey’s breasts collided with the side of the car. She clung to the feeling, arching her back as much as possible, up on her toes, as he buried his fingers in the flesh of her hips to make her bounce on his cock with each thrust. She was breathless and disorientated, her balance threatening to fall apart, eyes closed, mouth open. She reveled in the brutality of it, the uncouth way in which his fingers and his cock bruised her flesh. But there was something truly desperate in his movements, in his voice, and she turned around, suddenly worried.

“Hey, are you okay?”

He withdrew, grabbed her by the waist, lifted her like she was no heavier than a sack of flour and plopped her on to the hood of the car. She barely had time to react as he pulled her hips towards him, spread her thighs and entered again, all the way to the hilt. Rey gasped. She was looking for something to hold on to with her hands, but the surface was smooth and sun-scorched, her body rubbed painfully against the polished metal.

“Hey!” she yelled, but he didn't seem to hear her. “HEY!” She shouted angrily, at the top of her lungs.

He stopped abruptly. He had red eyes, trembling lip, hair stuck to his face, and his fingers had left deep marks on his hips from Rey.

His eyes were red, his lips trembling. Damp strands of hair cling to his face. His hips were bruised too.

“Hey, careful, you're hurting me. What the bloody hell is wrong with you?”

He withdrew, wiping his eyes. She hopped off the car and approached him, brushing a lock of damp hair away from his forehead with her fingertips.

“Hey, baby, talk to me.”

He said nothing, but pulled her against him and buried his face in her hair. He kissed the shell of her ear, her neck, her throat, the tender skin under her chin, and finally her mouth.

“Let's take it easy,” she said. “I still want you.”

With her left hand, she opened the back door of the car, and BB8 escaped with her usual enthusiasm. Rey paid no attention to the dog and motioned for Ben to come in and sit down. He followed.

She joined him, crawling between his open knees and gently settling against his thighs, leaving a trail of slick on the end of the condom. His arms encircled her neck, knees falling limply against the back seat as she sank down in a slow, sensuous rhythm. They sighed simultaneously and she kissed him again.

This was what he needed. A long kiss and a slow ride.

It was Rey who set the pace now, rolling her hips, undulating against him as she so pleased, and he devoted himself to being the object of her pleasure. Said nothing as she admired him and kissed him over and over. She could feel the tension building in her thighs, in her belly, slow and aching as her body clenched around him greedily in the height of ecstasy. She grabbed hold of his hair, pulling forcefully, throwing her head back, eyes closed.

He never took his eyes off her. The way she used him for her own pleasure, the intense look in her eyes, flushed and heaving. His hands skimmed up her breasts under her cotton t-shirt. He pinched. She screamed, arching her back and yanking on his hair again. He rolled the nipple under his thumb teasingly before pinching it even harder.

"Fuck yes!" She cried over and over, her voice reverberating in the quiet. She leaned over him, sealed her mouth over his, and moaned against him as he continued to palm her breasts, nipping teasingly at his lips and tongue.

Her skin was scalding. Her face was bright red, her coordination an afterthought as she lost herself in bliss. So he untied their mouths, pressed his forehead against hers and didn’t hold back.

“I love you Rey Jakku!” He rasped.

“I love you Ben Sol-“ she said back, unable to finish the sentence.

Rey’s heart skipped a beat as her climax rolled through her body, she saw sparks erupt behind her eyelids. She felt it all the way down to her toes, her body contracting sharply against his. Her head fell back limply and Ben thought for a moment that she had lost consciousness, until a second orgasm had her clenching so tightly around him that he lost his own control.

His core burned with white-hot pleasure as he squeezed her breasts, pressing her body flush against his. He was lost in how good it felt, an electrifying, all-consuming wave that ignited his body, twisting wildly in his veins and making his mind go numb.

“Oh fuck,” he said, struggling to catch his breath.

“Fuck yeah!” Rey replied, kissing him again.

They remained entwined for a long time, skin against skin, soaked in sweat. Rey lifted his knee to slide off of him and remove the condom. Ben was no longer smiling. He tied the condom with practiced ease and pulled up his fly.

Rey was still pleasantly warm and tingly.

“What was that, fireworks? It was like I saw a thousand candles!”

“Consider it a farewell,” Ben sighed, his voice broken.

#reylo #fanfiction #modern AU #scenic route

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batnsons · 10 months

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i’ve reached season 2 of star trek discovery and my love christopher pike is here and he is beautiful. he’s everything i hoped for and more

#rey's endless list of favorite characters #christopher pike the silver fox that you are #christopher pike #loml #rey's endless list of crushes #rey rambles #st: disco #st:disco #st tv #st

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orionwhispers · 4 years

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21 Questions ⭐️

Tagged by: The wonderful @spacesnail3000 🍒

Nicknames: Honestly don’t have any in real life or on tumblr!

Real name: Sadly private, but you guys can call me Orion 💫

Zodiac: Cancer! And I 1000% believe that it shapes me and my personality. I am a cancer to a T 🦀

Height: 5’3!

What ⏰ is it?: 10:44 am in rainy England 🌧

Favourite Band/ Group: Probably Fidlar or 5sos or Sir Sly!

Favourite Sports Team: Lol um not much of a sports person but I did get into the women’s World Cup last year! So gotta say England Women’s team.

Other Blogs: wow I’m probably forgetting a billion but @nofuckingfighting @iamkatehardy @hardyimagines @waterylane @twistedrunes @tommyalfiesdoll @gagmebucky @venusbarnes @sunmoonandbucky @spacesnail3000 @wkemeup @fvckingavengers @cake-writes @you-are-my-sanctuary @peakynsfw @peakyblinders1919 @idesiretomhardy just off the top of my head but there are so many more I love!

Do I Get Asks?: Yes I do and they are my favourite things to receive, you guys are all so lovely and engaging and wonderful.

How many blogs do I follow?: 210!

Tumblr Crush: Anyone reading this!

Lucky 🍀 Number: 13 🌈

What am I wearing right now?: Sweatpants and a sweatshirt, classic.

Dream Vacation: Disneyland!

Dream Car: Yellow Volkswagen Beetle, always been my dream car since I was a kid. 🐝

Favourite Food: Pasta 🍝

Drink of choice: Cup of tea or iced coffee.

Instrument: I used to play bops on the recorder in primary school, but sadly I have no musical talent. I would love to play the violin or harp though!

Language: English and some French and Spanish from school, so can basically only say my name and I like apples. 🍎

Celebrity Crush: Cillian Murphy, Tom Hardy, Tom Holland, Harry Styles, Dylan Obrien, Evan Peters, Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, Lorde, Lana Del Rey, Florence Pugh... this list is endless

Random Fact: My favourite animal is a dog and my favourite bird is a robin! 🍄

Tagging: All of you!

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eleanor-writes-stuff · 6 years

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third generation’s the charm [pt. iii/iii]

When I offered up more backstory for my Greek Gods AU, you guys probably thought you were agreeing to more Reylo. Instead I’ve given you tragic titans Anakin and Padmé, and Leia gathering a build-it-yourself pantheon.

But today is the day, that glorious day! THE REYLO HAS ARRIVED. And so, without further ado, here’s Rey finding out she’s a goddess and very rudely kicking the god of darkness out of her garden.

act three: a time for love

Our divine pantheon: LEIA – Goddess of the skies; queen of the Pantheon LUKE – God of the seas HAN – demi-God of the forge AMILYN – Goddess of the moon and night POE – demi-God of the sun and day ROSE – demi-Goddess of invention FINN – immortal former reaper REY – demi-Goddess of nature; queen of the Underworld BEN – God of darkness; king of the Underworld HUX – immortal judge of souls PHASMA – Goddess of death

WHEN A SMALL shrub first sprouted outside of Rey’s tiny shelter, the people of Jakku did not think much of it. Their polis was in the middle of a desert, yes, but even deserts were known to grow a plant or two to mark those the gods looked upon with favor.

Not long after, the tiny shrub bore berries and its leaves grew heavy with dewdrops even though the desert had seen no rain in years – but only for Rey. Those who plucked her berries without permission found themselves with a handful of sand, and those who tried to drink from her leaves watched in despair as precious drops of water rolled right past their awaiting mouths and disappeared into the ground.

Blessed, the people of Jakku whispered and hissed. Blessed by the gods, that child is.

Blessed, Rey told herself, shrugged and went on with her life-

-until the night a tower of thick ivy grew over her tiny shelter to protect her from Plutt’s goons, and any who tried to hack at the greenery found their skin red with blisters and raw with wounds. The goons stopped coming after two days, but it was too late.

Something within Rey had woken up, something she could not put back to sleep. The tower collapsed, but it did not sink into the sand. Instead the ground was carpeted by grass softer than anything the inhabitants of Jakku had ever felt in their lives, and overnight the desert turned into a forest.

The next morning, the wisest, oldest woman in Jakku took one look at Rey and fell to her knees. Ascended, she cried out to the streets. A new god has ascended!

And so Rey found herself crowned a Goddess.

To mark her arrival, Leia presented Rey with a priceless gift: the queen’s own private gardens.

Enna was the first place Rey had ever been given the right to call her own, and she grew fiercely protective of her little slice of heaven. All bar Leia had to seek permission before entering, and none were allowed to pluck even a single leaf without her approval.

Trespassers were absolutely not tolerated, and Rey was sure to make an example out of anyone who attempted to invade her private space.

Including the god of the Underworld himself.

In her defense, the young goddess couldn’t possibly have known that the strange, brooding man in her meadow was, in fact, Kylo Ren of Hades, son of Leia, frequent visitor of his mother’s once-gardens.

What she did know was that someone had invaded her gardens, and he was a threat to her flowers if the crushed blooms trapped in his curled fist were any indication. And so Rey made an example of the man, summoning great, thick vines to wrap around him and throw him out, calling him an endless string of awful things as she marched his ivy-bound form to the gates.

The intruder quickly got over his shock and started to struggle against his bonds, vehement protests muffled by the leaf wrapped around the lower half of his face. Rey motioned for the vines to harshly drop him down to the ground just outside her gates, and felt the slightest twinge of guilt when the man simply looked up at her with sad, tired eyes.

And don’t come back, she snapped at him, irritated at both the trespasser for his actions and herself for her soft heart. The gates slammed shut as Rey turned her back on him, and that was that.

Or so Rey had hoped.

Because weeks passed and still she could not purge the image of the intruder’s eyes from her mind, and on some nights she found herself wondering just what his voice would have sounded like without the leaf over his mouth. On other nights she wondered why he’d been there in the first place, and how he’d even gotten in, and eventually it struck Rey that the stranger could only have been a god.

Sounds like Kylo Ren, Finn informed her casually the day she finally confided in him, and behind him Poe nodded in agreement.

Odd. He hasn’t been back in centuries, Poe mused. Probably didn’t even know that the gardens don’t belong to his mother anymore.

Rey sat on this information for a few days, and then sat on her decision for a few days more. Finally, she cornered Finn and made him list out every entry point to Hades.

Armed with the list and all of Finn’s two thousand warnings, spurred on by the memory of sad eyes and fleeting dreams that left her wanting, Rey descended into the Underworld and marched right into the throne room.

It’s you, Kylo Ren whispered as his flame-haired judge kicked up a fuss and screeched for someone named Phasma to protect them. The girl I’ve heard so much about.

Goddess, Rey corrected flippantly as she walked across the cavernous throne room and came to a stop at his carefully-wrought silver and onyx throne. She held out a trembling hand. Come with me?

He took her hand without hesitation, and somewhere in the distance she heard his judge huff and stalk out of the room, telling the mysterious Phasma to stand down.

Where are we going? Kylo asked, allowing her to lead him out of the throne room, out of his kingdom.

On a date, Rey told him as she navigated them back the way she came without once looking back at him to gauge his reaction. It’s a new mortal custom in the metropolises, when two people…

The king of the Underworld squeezed her hand, gently turned her around and pulled her into his arms. I know what a date is, he told her with a small smile on his lips, a smile she’d been dreaming of since the day they met. And I would love to go on one with you.

And the rest was ancient history.

Well, this got out of hand. I think the combined word count for all three posts might actually be close to the fic itself - and that’s without me including the side plot of Rose/Finn/Poe! If you need me, I’ll be in a corner shaking my damn head at myself.

As always, I hope you guys enjoyed this, thank you for reading, and please don’t hesitate to like/reblog/comment. Hearing from y’all is seriously the highlight of my days.

#reylo #reylo fic #rey/kylo ren #rey/ben solo #reyben #greek gods au #star wars #rey #ben solo #kylo ren x rey #ficlet: third gen's the charm #my fics

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kpoptimeout · 6 years

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Top 10 Most Underrated K-pop Songs of 2017 (Artist Edition)

2017 has come and gone before we knew it.

Continuing with the K-Pop Timeout Tradition (see 2016 Ver) of listing the Top 10 Most Underrated K-Pop Songs because all the other sites are just bothered with the Top 10 that pretty much everyone will have heard of/have fan wars over, below are our top 10 picks of songs that did not rank high but deserves your attention! This is the list for artists’ tracks, so the Top 10 underrated non-idol tracks. Click here for the Top 10 underrated idol tracks. A separate post will also be made for Top 10 underrated K-Drama OSTs later.

Some of the non-idol artists have escaped the list in recent years to stardom (for example ZION.T, CRUSH and MAD CLOWN) so hopefully it happens again!

This is in alphabetic order NOT order of awesomeness because all of them are awesome. Also, all MVs are linked in the song titles because Tumblr won’t let me share that many videos in one post.

The Black Skirts “Who Do You Love”

While being signed to a YG sub-label like HIGHGRND makes things better for The Black Skirts, this one man band has yet to make it big domestically or internationally. “Who Do You Love” is a beautiful track that continues the underrated The Black Skirts sound - orchestral instrumentals with simple alternative rock percussion that mixes with the haunting vocals of Bryan Cho. If you are a huge fan of more haunting Western vocalists like Lana Del Rey and Troye Sivan and like some slow alternative and indie rock like The Drums, Mac DeMarco, and Vampire Weekend, check out The Black Skirts “Who Do You Love”!

Car, The Garden ft. OHHYUK “Island”

Returning to the list again this year, Car, The Garden continues to impress our ears but somehow not the charts in “Island”, featuring trending indie band Hyukoh’s lead singer OHHYUK. With the jazz and soul influences like his earlier stuff, singer-songwriter Car, The Garden delivers a smooth and addictive track perfect for listening to in lounges. Also Car, The Garden’s lighter but soulful voice blends beautifully with OHHYUK’s raspier and deeper voice to create a very layered piece. If you are a fan of Hyukoh and also into jazz and soul, like the works of Scott Bradlee with Postmodern Jukebox, “Island” is the song for you!

G.Soul ft. Hoody “Tequila”

WHY. IS. G.SOUL. SO. UNDERRATED. Hopefully, things are looking up now that the boy has left JYP Entertainment to join fellow former JYP start Jay Park in H1GHR Music Records, as JYP did not seem to know how to promote his artist line well. With many more promotions since leaving JYP, “Tequila” is definitely the best of them - the dancehall instrumental works perfectly with G.Soul’s crazy soulful voice and talented AOMG soloist Hoody’s softer tone also made the already amazing track even better. If you are a fan of Jay Park’s company’s artists or Western alternative RnB and neo-soul artists like Frank Ocean and Miguel, it’s time to check “Tequila” out!

Jannabi “She”

Having been around since 2014 and dropping endless somewhat retro feeling but super touching crooners, the boys are back with another underappreciated and heartwarming track in “She.” You know the old school but the warm feeling you get from listening to Christmas songs? That is what you get from this track. One of the best parts of the song is definitely the end of the song where backing vocals playing with the scales in this way reminiscent of Queen in the “Bohemian Rhapsody”. Seriously lead vocalist Jung Hoon is probably one of the best singers out there, his deep and emotional voice easily playing with the notes throughout the song. If you were a fan of the 80s tracks in Reply 1988 and want a more modern twist of those vibes, check out Jannabi’s “She”!

Jane Jang “Carmin”

While she is revered as an OST Queen, Jane Jang still needs a lot more attention as a solo artist making her own music. Not only is she mad talented, her voice is unique and much needed in K-Pop - a mature drawl that is inviting, attractive, and rare in the scene. Anything she sings just sounds 10 times classier than it already is. And “Carmin” is one classy track, to begin with, sounding like the background music playing in a boutique French café in an arthouse film, with Jane Jang’s vocals making the song all the better. If you like a good track to wind down at the end of the day or easy listening artists like Jon Brion and Pink Martini, this is the song for you!

Jane Jang, GIANTPINK, PERC%NT “Dumb Dumb (Remix)”

The SNOWBALL PROJECT in 2017 was a competition between MYSTIC Entertainment and SM Entertainment where each company needed to remake a certain song from the rival company. While SM’s remake of Yoon Jungshin’s “Rebirth” by Henry and performed by Red Velvet has 4.7 million views, honestly MYSTIC crushed them even though their non-mainstream status meant they only got 400,000 views on Youtube. Not only was the song amazingly produced to the point it shed its previous sound and can straight up be a MYSTIC song. Moreover, the rap of GIANTPINK and PERC%NT is out of this world in flow and power and Jane Jang’s wistful vocals allowed for a whole new interpretation of the “doll-like” concept Red Velvet had during this song. If you are a fan of the cool stuff PRIMARY does with other K-Pop artists, you are going to love this “Dumb Dumb (Remix)”!

Lee Jinah “Random”

After her great run on K-Pop Star 5, I was excited for Lee Jinah’s first mini album under Antenna Music “Random” and the same named title track. And girl did not disappoint. Her unique child-like story-telling voice when singing is great as always and combined with her amazing jazz piano skills we have a wonderful laidback piece of endless fun. And since her “Appetizer” release, Lee Jinah has clearly matured as an artist and I love seeing her continue to explore more in future music! If you are a fan of the quirky pieces of IU and Lim Kim, check out “Random” by Lee Jinah!

NELL X Groovy Room “Today”

NELL is one of the top sunbae rock bands of South Korea but not many people seem to have noticed their amazing collaboration with Groovy Room, the duo producing team that works with Jay Park, ONE, Heize, SISTAR’s Hyorin and so many more! And this EDM infused rock track shows Groovy Room can do a lot more than hip-hop and RnB and that NELL is also going to be evolving continuously with the times. If you are a fan of K-Rock groups like FT ISLAND, and Day6 but also like the anthems from western rock groups like Coldplay, this is the song for you!

Yoon Hyun Sang “Silhouette”

Another underrated K-Pop Star alum, Yoon Hyun Sang from Season 1 continues to grow in FAVE Entertainment (former LOEN Entertainment). From his more Korean Drama OST music at the beginning of his career, he has now moved onto laid-back and mature jazz and bosa nova sound that I am completely down for. Hopefully, more people start showing his music more love too. If you are a fan of Eric Nam and Eddy Kim’s music, it’s time to add Yoon Hyun Sang’s “Silhouette” to your playlist!

Younha ft. pH-1 “Hello”

Younha was once a big name in K-Pop and J-Pop for her ballads but does not seem to be getting as much love since she moved onto a more RnB sound. Which is unfortunate because her new RnB stuff is just as good, if not better. “Hello”, produced by hitmakers Groovy Room, has a catchy water dripping sound acting as the base beat that melds well with the smooth sound of the song. Also, the repeating of the word “Hello” in the chorus and pH-1’s powerful rap gives the song a sense of urgency, making the song sound like it could be the OST for the best K-Drama of the year. If you like stuff by Heize, Suran, and LEE HI, I highly recommend Younha’s “Hello”!

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paradiselostbythedashboardlight · 6 years

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So in honor of me finally rewatching The Last Jedi, I thought it might be fun to do a little retrospective and also rewatch the Force Awakens just to see how they flow together etc. Here is a rambling list of my thoughts

The Force Awakens rewatch:

1. It really has to be said, but Finn objectively has a much better part in this movie. He’s so funny and so charming and so relatable. But one of the things I think fan fiction made me mentally edit out was that he really is a super reluctant hero! Like, he legitimately never has any interest in joining the Resistance, most of the help he gives to them is motivated by quid pro quo for helping rescue Rey. Basically, I think this sets up his TLJ plot line a lot better than I had initially thought, because Finn is super uncommitted to the cause.

2. Finn and Rey are a fucking delight. One thing that this movie does so well is keeping them almost constantly in peril and they are just electric when they’re bouncing back and forth off of one another. Also I’d kinda forgotten (again, the perils of fan characterization) but Rey is actually very prickly to everyone at first and seeing her warming up to Finn and eventually even hugging him when he inadvertently does the most powerful thing he could (coming back for her) is absolutely precious. I ship them hard. And yes romantically, but I also feel like I won’t be mad if it doesn’t end romantically in the movies as long as they still are the most important people in each other’s lives.

3. Rey is also pretty unnerved by her Jedi powers and I think that subtly sets up a lot of her reactions to Luke’s training. She really is trying to play it like she knows what to expect and she’s ready to be trained, but she’s basically just putting on a brave face when her powers actually really confuse and overwhelm her in TFA. Also I TOTALLY forgot Kylo Ren being a weirdly elitist dick the whole time about her like “what? some girl? some rando scrapper???” like calm down there is meritocracy in this universe.

4. There are a lot of good jokes, to whoever says that Star Wars shouldn’t be goofy and have a lot of tension ruining humor, I raise you the scene where Finn is trying to put a bandage on Chewbacca and BB-8 hears him roaring and literally screams and runs away. Also Harrison Ford having the best two lines of his career essentially back to back with “that’s not how the Force works!” and then immediately “what do you mean you’re cold???”

5. I know he doesn’t have a lot to do in the second half of the movie, but the pure gleeful joy I feel when Poe is shooting down TIE fighters and there’s this huge pan shot and Finn goes “THAT’S ONE HELL OF A PILOT” will rectify any sins.

6. Seriously note, but this also gave me a better sense of how Leia’s storyline was meant to progress. She’s the one who has hope in TFA that her son can be redeemed and not just that, he can be brought home and everything will be fine. It takes Han’s death and all of the events of TLJ before she is finally ready to admit to Luke that her son his gone and he can never come back. I think by the time I saw TLJ I’d forgotten just how wildly hopeful she was and how crushing it is to see her abandon that.

7. Additionally, Kylo Ren is super fucking creepy in this movie. Like, I think again that the fan culture has made me forget that, but he’s legit terrifying. And that’s great, I really like how scary he is and he’s a great villain. But one thing I noticed is that everyone sorta portrays him like this super emotionally volatile explosive screaming guy, but he actually spends the majority of TFA speaking in a very creepy flat monotone. Essentially the only hints of anger you ever get are in his violent actions, but his voice is always calm. It’s only at the end when you see him really come apart at the seams and start screaming at people. Anyways, I think that was very telling for how accurate Snoke really is when he says that killing Han kinda made him snap. ALSO DAMN THE SOUND EDITING OF THE FORCE INTERROGATIONS IS GREAT.

8. Rey’s theme fucking goes. That’s all I have to say, it’s dope.

9. The stormtrooper screaming TRAITOR is exactly as funny as I remember it being.

10. Hux is a lot more... competent here? Or at least, he’s not a cartoon character. I don’t really feel strongly that one or the other is better though because I got enjoyment out of both.

11. This movie is a lot more of a World movie than a plot movie. I don’t know how else to put it. I think that’s why some love it and some felt cold while feeling completely differently about TLJ. But this movie is trying to get you hype for the world of Star Wars whereas TLJ is really focusing in on a particular plot and thus narrows scope and focus a lot.

The Last Jedi rewatch:

1. So switching from one movie to the other rapidly, I definitely felt a bit of tone whiplash at the beginning. Particularly the Poe and Hux dialogue is just super goofy and Hux’s face is making really campy expressions the whole time. But as I continued, I think I realized that actually the tone of this movie isn’t that much sillier. Yes it has porgs (and you can pry them away from my cold dead hands) but the majority of the scenes are actually pretty grim. Overall, this movie has a lot more death and destruction. No one but Han really dies in TFA and we barely notice when the Resistance loses a ship. The tone of this movie is actually pretty bleak for the most part, which is why I think the humorous sections seem more jarring.

2. Canto Bight. Ah Canto Bight. The part no one likes. It bothers me less with each rewatch because I can see how it sets up so much thematic material that I really do like. For example, DJ is a great foil to Finn in that he is pretty much what Finn could have become if he’d continued on his path from The Force Awakens without Rey. Disillusioned with both sides, motivated only by survival, no hope in something better. Also I really think it does give you complexity that TFA lacks with its pretty vague description of what exactly the Resistance is and what is happening in the galaxy.

3. You know actually, I think the reason people don’t like the Canto Bight sequence is because it’s basically the prequels! Hear me out: full of wacky aliens, showing the rich and powerful part of the galaxy not the gritty part, moral ambiguity for the good guys, dialogue is HIGH camp (”this lousy beautiful town” lol Rose plz no), CGI chase scenes. There is even a small boy yelling “woohoo!” at a race. It is the prequels.

4. I still love Luke’s plot and I don’t see how it could have gone any differently and still worked. There is literally no better reason for Luke to have randomly gone away to enjoy #islandlife alone when the Resistance needs him. Like... The Force Awakens sets up that he’s disappeared mysteriously and even Leia can’t find him with the Force so you’re expecting something bad.

5. Rey’s parents. I realized this time that she never actually clarifies in TFA whether she knows her family or not. So it does actually make sense that she remembers them from being like a 5 year old, felt horribly abandoned when they sold her, and hangs on to this naive belief they probably gave her about returning one day to save her. She’s not really searching for their identity so much as their whereabouts.

6. I know this is controversial, but Poe really does have a better plot line in this movie. I’m sorry, but he doesn’t really even have a storyline in TFA, he’s just like... a chill guy they meet. You don’t have to like the storyline, but you should admit that it is nice that he got one this time. I also noticed some really nice details/transitions where his dialogue mirrors Leia so it’s really clear that this is all a setup to him assuming command of the Resistance.

7. So... right... I don’t want to delay this any longer, but this movie does have some... awkwardness. The random scene with Maz. How coincidental it is that they find DJ. Holdo holding the idiot ball a little and being randomly suspicious around Poe. It isn’t quite elegant with its plot, but I do respect that it is due to the fact that the movie is trying to convey a much more complicated series of events. And TFA isn’t without some of these contrived moments, it just covers them a little better (I’m looking at you Rathtars and jumping to light speed whenever Han damn well pleases and Phasma in the trash compactor).

8. Kylo Ren is like way crazier in this one, but much less frightening. In fact, I noticed that while I previously mentioned this movie is way darker and more upsetting, the villains are actually much less scary. Snoke is like... super not scary. Hux is a loony toon now. Kylo Ren is somewhere between sympathetic character and petulant walking tantrum. I think that serves to put the focus of the story less on defeating some evil guy, and more on the evils of systems and organizations. The threat isn’t a guy with a mask or a gross face in this movie, it’s the endless consumption of war that ultimately makes human life meaningless. I like the message, but I also like scary guys in capes so... conflicted.

9. I’ve watched this movie three damn times now and I still can’t tell if I like Rose because she’s a good character or if Kelly Marie Tran is just That Charming.

10. I still really like this movie and whenever something doubtful happens, the movie immediately follows it up with something so mind bogglingly awesome you can’t even think about it anymore. The highs are high even if the lows are more obvious.

11. They should have fucking kept that Phasma deleted ending.

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REY IS NOT OKAY, lets kick this clusterfuck of emotional content off with that! She is a ball of anxiety, depression, and low self esteem all wrapped up in spiky armor. She’s basically a lil hedgehog curled up in a ball protecting her soft tummy, which is how she’s lived most of her life until the events of TFA. This doesn’t make her WEAK in any way shape or form. In fact, it’s the pillar of strength that keeps her pressing onward. She is vulnerable and tender underneath the spikes she built to survive a world where softness doesn’t survive or exist.

We’re gonna start with the obvious here ABANDONMENT and work our way up down this painful laundry list. Now, many adopted children that are in loving and wonderful homes are still liable to feelings of abandonment or low self-esteem ( this varies from person to people ofc. the adoptees I have known over the years are an even split down the middle ) ‘why wouldn’t my parents want me? am I not good enough? did I do something wrong? ect’ These are children placed in healthy environments with people that love and want them and those dreadful creeping feelings still exist. Now imagine quite literally WATCHING your parents on a hot and dead planet with a stranger, zooming off into space never to be seen again! If you can garner such lifelong & potentially damaging feelings in a place thats wonderful, imagine knowing and remembering their departure.

That is so goddamn WOUNDING and traumatic that she has no other choice but to bury that pain. It’s a survival instinct. It’s the mind and body protecting you from something too terrible for a child her age to cope with. So she goes on autopilot and clings to the hope of SOMEDAY because she has no other choice. Trauma like that erases memories, especially in children as young as Rey.

ANXIETY? Heaps of it. Constantly. About nearly everything whether she is able to express if or not. There’s a chance she’ll miss her fam if she’s away from Jakku? Panic attack. There’s a chance her AT-AT might be ransacked by thieves in her absence? Panic Attack. You’re headed off somewhere without her? Panic attack. It might be mild at the start, but years down the road now that she’s away from the child labor camp daycare it will hit her full force. Finn will say he has to go off planet, he has to go SOMEWHERE alone and he promises he’ll be back. Her stomach would give a sick and ugly jolt but he had never lied to her before so she bites her tongue and waits. She HATES herself for the relief she feels at his swift return, how weak it makes her feel against a feeling she has no control over. Anyone she has ever grown close to is subject to these feelings, this fear. With Han being murdered right before her eyes she’s utterly shattered and can’t help but expect her loved ones to disappear.

Lets talk about that good ol soul crushing DEPRESSION !! When the excitement dies down, when you’re heart stops pounding and you’re still for some unforeseen amount of time, it sets in like a weight. When there’s nothing let to be anxious about and the stillness takes ahold. Whether she was laying awake in her AT-AT on Jakku or curled up in her bed on D’Qar / Ahch-To / The Falcon, it is so heavy it nearly crushes her. The moments she doesn’t spend every second fighting to survive are foreign and agonizing. Being surrounded by wonderful friends and adoptive family is fantastic, sure. But depression doesn’t give a fuck how great things are going. It eats and eats at you until you cease to exist. She’s whittled away during the night, reborn every morning, ready to expend all of her energy on work so she can forget.

SELF ESTEEM? where do we download that? reiterating the abandonment issues ‘my own parents didn’t want me, why would anyone else? what did i do wrong? what if i do it again and people leave me?’ an endless stream of consciousness that makes her ache. Rey doesn’t wallow though, not for long and certainly not where anyone can see her. That’s where those lil hedgehog spikes come in handy. She doesn’t need anyone! She’s spelt well over a decade by herself, she doesn’t need to let anyone in. But God she wants to. She’s so tired of being hurt and left behind. She WANTS to be chosen for once, so much so that the girl wary of all physical contact throws her arms around the boy that came to rescue her. Does she deserve it? Is she worth all that trouble? She doesn’t know but she thanks her lucky stars someone things she is.

Last but not least that good ol OCD ‘cause if you think she stopped scratching lil tallies into places or counting down the days you are WRONG. When a habit that important and kept so devotedly, it doesn’t just go away. None of her little ‘quirks’ do and she will go into a full blown panic if they are not completed. Rey missing a tally? She’ll lose track of the days that go by in her head, she’ll lose track of her family, she’ll miss them! That feeling would have been double on Jakku, especially if she was trapped somewhere or away for an unspecified amount of time.

Every single ill that has befallen her, every abhorrent thing she has suffered and quickly swept away in order to survive will come back sevenfold down the line. The body keeps score and boy has she racked up a SIGNIFICANT number. This shit does not go away with a hug and a new life. This will follow her until her dying day, which if left untreated by a mental health expert, could be sooner rather than later. If you honest to God think that Rey would okay in any capacity with whoever left her, that a normal relationship would ensue in the near future, than you have no concept of mental health or trauma or this character in general.

On the subject of PARENTAGE & LUKE SKYWALKER since that is still a terribly unfortunate theory ; I cannot think of a faster way to send either of them dark side. Not only does it destroy any integrity Luke had, but it would send Rey SPRINTING in the opposite direction. There is no reason good enough to abandon your child to a life of starvation and hard labor and deep down Rey knows this. There are hints that her parents are dark siders, people that lived and possibly worked on Jakku for the Empire which would make sense given its history. That being the case she’s much more likely to stay were she is, not fleeing to a middle ground or to the opposite side which would happen if the former came true. Her outlook would be tainted because why would a HERO, a GOOD MAN leave her to suffer alone? No matter her lineage, the relationship with her birth parents is FRACTURED. No matter how much she wants them, they have sewn seeds of mistrust in her heart that will take DECADES to undo. With her new family in the resistance, in FINN, she doesn’t need anyone else. The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. She’s found her family in friends and that is far more profound than any blood relatives.

#ii. WE OBSESS ; IT IS OUR NATURE | headcanons #not for reblog //#rip everyones dash #instead of starters this was what i was doing b/c its important #which is why it's huge #stop fucking vilifying luke by tryina make the ridiculous re/ywalker theory a thing lmao #gOD i will never understand how half this site is so blind to how gross and terribly written it is #those two characters are precious and deserve better #NOT TO MENTION ADOPTIVE RELATIONSHIPS ARE EQUALLY VALID AND IMPORTANT #sb : how passionate are u abt rey?#me : so many.gif #i wrote this at like 2am pls bear w/ me tbh

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