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piglet26 · 5 months

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Finnrey! I ship the Bffs while I Reylo. TFA

Let's be clear I love FinnRey and I understand the possibility of them being romantically was set up. John Boyega and Daisy Ridley were set up as the heroes of the new trilogy and they had wonderful chemistry. More than that, it was clear they enjoyed working together. John Boyega confirmed that JJ Adams developed Finnrey even more as he watched John Boyega and Daisy Ridley friendship develop.

Everything in the galaxy was beautiful. Hopeful. We saw two strangers become two friends willing to die with one another. We saw a boy meet girl. Girl stand up for boy. Boy stand up for girl. They go on an adventure together.

...... then this happened.

And Reylo took over the world. Daisy Ridley and Adam Driver have dynamic and sexual chemistry. Even with just about three scenes that they have in the movie they left quite an impression. They single handedly sent the trilogy on a different course than initially planed. That wasn't the only thing to happen. Reylo became a lightning rod for both love and hate. Thus began Reylo vs Finnrey. In between all of that was frustration over Finn being sidelined and mistreated. Sadly, I don't think many Star Wars understand the essential element that was Finnrey, nor understand their relationship. FinnRey are soulmates too, they're not just romantic. Rey's destiny laid elsewhere.

Another important point. Finn has become quite famous, even to my mother who never watched the movies, for screaming "Rey". This on top of his non-sexual friendship with Rey somehow made Finn deemed "A Simp" by the Star Force Bros. Or, he's a black man following a white woman around. It's insulting, simple minded and goes against storytelling.

FinnRey as told in The Force Awakens

While Rey and Kylo introductions are meant to represent ying yang, Finn and Rey introductions are meant to highlight their similarity. Finn is a stormtrooper. A child kidnapped, conditioned and employed as a sanitation worker with a side hustle of fighting. Rey is a scavenger. A child abandoned to work for Unkar Plott and live a lonely and isolated life. The glasses Rey uses in her work are taken from a Stormtrooper uniform. The first we see of Finn is in his stormtrooper uniform. They are both in white.

Finn as a character is earnest, brave, loyal and quick to form friendships. While he initially only helped Poe because he needed a pilot to flee the First Order, he doesn't take Poe's life for granted. When he finds out Poe made it out of Jakku alive, he's genuinely happy.

Rey, despite what people think, does have a character. Rey is guarded, lonely, impulsive, resourceful and independent by circumstances not choice. When these two collide it's because Finn see's Rey being attacked and feels compelled to help her. BB-8 tells Rey that the jacket Finn is wearing is his owner's so naturally Rey thinks he stole it. She mistake him for a resistance fighter and he goes along with it.

Naturally both Rey and Finn seem interested in one another at first. Suddenly this dashing, handsome, resistance pilot falls in your lap and walks with you on an adventure.... girl, you see what's what before you say no. You could say the same for Finn. We're not given much information about his upbringing as a stormtrooper, but his initial reaction to meeting this brave, pretty girl is to form a bit of a crush. We've seen in Rey's introduction that she fantasizes The Resistance. She's got a resistance doll and she playfully wears a resistance helmet.

In the movie, we're given more of a hint that there is an romantic intention from Finn's perspective such as when he asked if she had a boyfriend, cute boyfriend. In the novel, it's clear she does notice his attractive appearance, "And she’d found a new friend who, unlike BB-8, was flesh and blood. In fact, **after getting a good look at him, he was quite..."

But the moment she and Finn are pushed back into action, Rey loses her sentiment and simply bonds with Finn as a person. Rey is actually annoyed she's been marked by the Stormtroopers simply by being near him. Finn keeps taking Rey's hand as he leads her away from danger hahaha something that she really loathed. A moment of shift is highlighted in the novel when there's an explosion behind them on Jakku. Rey is the first to orient herself and when she checks on Finn, the first thing Finn does is ask if Rey is ok. This is all Rey ever wanted... someone who cares about her. This is what shifts her from being dragged along to actively helping both her and Finn survive.

Finn and Rey actually form a beautiful and deep bond very quickly mostly because they start off together. Both of them are out of their environments with literally one person that's really in step with them. Can you blame them for latching onto one another?

As they flee in outer space, they learn one another's name and get to know one another better. We as an audience get to see that both are complimentary to each other and already more open. When Han Solo captures the Falcon both continue to seek to protect one another.

While Finn and Rey both try to flee the First Order and encounter Han Solo Finn's goals haven't changed. While at Maz's canteen? Finn's announces his goal to flee the First Order and Rey is shocked when he 'abandons' his mission with The Resistance to find refugee in the outer rim. "Rey sat at Maz’s table, stung by Finn’s departure. She had saved his life multiple times, and yet he had dumped her like an empty blaster cartridge. She chided herself for thinking he would be different. If her short life had taught her anything, it was that those close to her would abandon her. That was the way of the galaxy. Best to live alone and look out only for number one. Then you wouldn’t get hurt. Then you would survive. So why did she suddenly find herself going after him?"

It's in this moment that Finn finally reveals the truth about the fact that he's a stormtrooper and not apart of the resistance. He tells the story of his rebellion. "I made a choice. I wasn’t going to kill for them. So I ran. Right into you.” Finn’s voice broke, but he quickly recovered. “You asked me if I was Resistance, and looked at me like no one ever had." That! Right there! Finn saw a chance to be something else in someone's eyes and took it. He ask for Rey to come with him (maybe she should have hahaha) Rey wants to continue on with her mission to get BB-8 back to the resistance, while Finn runs off with a crew to seek refugee in the outer RIM.

Now I cannot say this enough. Finn doesn't give a damn about the resistance. Nor does he cares about fighting the good fight. At least not in the first film and most of the second. When Maz's place is attacked by the First Order. It's his affection, loyalty and respect for Rey that motivates him to stand up for himself and confront his fears. When Rey is kidnapped in the sprint of his life Finn tries to save her. When he concludes that Rey was taken to First Order base he goes straight there with the help of the resistance, even going as far as deceipt, to rescue her. He faces off with Kylo Ren, the greatest threat within The First Order, in order to defend Rey and himself.

Han Solo – “How do you know how to disable the shields?

”Finn – “I don't. I'm just here to get Rey.”

Han Solo – “You sure you're up for this?”

Finn – “Hell no. I'll go in and try to find Rey.”

Meanwhile while Kylo Ren is interviewing (side eye) Rey he takes a peak into the emotions of Rey concerning Finn. "Hmm…," Kylo Ren murmured softly. "You've met the traitor who served under me. A minor annoyance grown larger than he deserves. You find him more than tolerable." He drew back slightly, bemused. "You've even begun to care for him. A weakness, such distractions." Yeah, the boy is in her heart.

Then there is the moment when Han, Chewie and Finn find Rey on the First Order Base. "Whatever the Wookie had uttered caused tears to well up in her eyes. Having never found himself in such a position before, Finn was unsure how to respond. Knowing well her inner toughness he wondered what Chewbacca had said that could have inspired such a reaction. "What'd he say?" She sniffed and wiped her face. That it was your idea If he had been unable to find the right words with which to respond before, her reply, combined with the look she gave him, reduced him to a state of temporary aphasia."

It cannot be underestimated the importance of Finn on Rey's overall development. Rey’s spent her whole life waiting for her family to come back for her on Jakku, knowing really the whole time that they never would. Finn coming back for Rey after she was captured is the first time in her life someone has cared enough for her to come back for her. He cares about her, he fights for her, he came back for her and never asked for anything in return. The two of them have a friend, a genuine friend, probably for the first time in their lives and despite the fact that neither of them know much about friendship..... they make great friends.

It's also really cute how Finn gave her his jacket to wear while out in the cold.

It does have to be mentioned that originally in The Force Awakens novelization there was suppose to be the beginning of a romance. The authors recalls being asked to edit the book. One request that “bothered” Foster while writing “The Force Awakens” was to remove the romance he was setting up for Rey and Finn, played by Daisy Ridley and John Boyega in the film. The two characters are not romantically involved in “The Force Awakens” movie, but Foster said Abrams’ screenplay was “obviously the beginnings of a relationship” between Finn and Rey.

In the forest while Kylo Ren's real bone to pick is with the traitor/Finn ultimately Finn stands against Kylo Ren to protect Ren, facing his fear by doing so.

Likewise Rey stands against Kylo Ren to protect Finn who had just been injured by him, facing her fears by doing so.

In the end Rey was prepared to die with her friend Finn as she stood by his side before being rescued by chewie.

Their initial chemical reactions to meeting each other wear off quickly, replaced by a brother-sister companionship. They are the first positive relationships in each other’s lives, and while they certainly form a bond, it’s not a romantic one. Onto The Last Jedi.

It was time to go. Leaning in to him as closely as the pod would permit, she kissed him softly. "We'll see each other again my friend. I believe that."

#star wars #finnrey #rey x finn #finn star wars #rey skywalker #rey star wars #kylo x rey #reylo #star wars sequel trilogy #the force awakens #bb8

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aheathen-conceivably · 1 month

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Anonymous OC question of the day!

If you could make a character real, which of your OCs would be:

your bestie

your spouse/partner

your secret lover!

your friendly rival

your enemy!

BONUS: do this for other people’s OCs too!

Pass the game along (anonymously or not)

Nonny! Bless you! This is is the nonsense I live for.

Okay okay we’re gunna assume they’re real but also like I’m selecting these independently, so you know when I pick my bestie’s husband as my partner I’m not causing drama…👀

Bestie

I mean come on, it’s gotta be Zelda, right? Like imma be real, maybe I would like it to be Jo, but at this point in my life ain’t no way I could keep up with her 😂

I just wanna vibe, talk about books and stories, maybe sit in silence sometimes, have some wine if I’m feeling wild. Plus I feel like Zelda has just enough of a proclivity toward the grand and the romantic that I would love to have a long winded conversation with her into the wee hours of the night.

Spouse/Partner

Welp. Sorry bestie. I’m picking your husband. It’s Antoine. Seriously, is anyone even the mildest bit surprised? I don’t think I’ve made any effort to hide that my ~type~ is the moody broken artist who you just can’t understand. Did I maybe give him some of my own IRL husband’s qualities? I plead the fifth….

But also on his positive qualities, the domestic, loyal side of Antoine is very important to me in a partner and his (newfound) emotional strength for Zelda is very attractive. Which speaking of, I mean his attractiveness is obviously a factor here too 👀

Secret Lover

Against Antoine? I have to pick a secret lover when I already have Antoine? How dare you 😭

Okay okay, honestly, I think imma have to go with Georgiana. What? I can do with some fancy gifts and maybe a few trips around the world if she’s feeling wild. Plus, she has the broken artist vibes too oops 🤣

Friendly Rival

Ya know, I think probably Rosella. I know y’all all love her, but she’s definitely got some qualities that would make me wanna be her friend but also probably shit talk and maybe even dislike her from time to time. Like I gave Rosella my love of fashion, but likewise also some of my vanity and vapidity that I’ve worked on curbing. So I think we would have a lot of similarities and enjoy a great friendship, but then also turn around and side eye the hell out of eachother sometimes.

Enemy

Low key, maybe Jo? I feel like if we crossed paths somewhere and shit went bad, it would go real bad. Like we are both stubborn as hell, sure of ourselves, and even a touch manipulative if we need to be. I also don’t think either of us really responds well to someone with similar qualities as us, so there would probably be a bit of bristling because of that too.

Can…can we make it enemies to lovers though? Or just ya know, enemies with a side of secret lovers? 🫣

Also, also….I can’t resist doing this for my babies the Plotts so with little to no explanation:

Best Friend: Chad (if he will have me) Partner: Ale (sad lasagna boys for life) Secret Lover: Can I deep cut pick Sade AND Chet when I'm an agent in the anachronistic 70s spy office? Yes, I pick yes. Friendly Rival: Hinoki (forever and always) Enemy: Poppy (please see the Jo energy above)

(psttt psttt @theplottdump for you my fellow potato brain)

#ask #answered #with a touch more introspection than needed sorry gang 🤣#also thanks Nonny love ya ❤️

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luxxtuxx · 10 months

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The Punk Prince And His Pink Princess P3

GO AHEAD TELL ME THIS ISNT PERFECT FOR THIS PLOTT!!!!!!!1111!!1!111!! Part 1 and Part 2 and Part 4 CW: HOBIES A SIMP!! A bit of angst, i have been too nice to yall. If yall ask nicely ill give you a happy ending TW: Making fun of medical equipment -------------------

Thanks to hobies help after a few days, Y/N was back to normal. She showed up her eyes as yellow as ever and back to her happy self. Hobie couldn't help but watch her with a smile almost hidden smile, he was a punk! he couldn't be love-struck by some stupid cute... (NO NOT CUTE WHAT ARE YOU THINKING.) nerd that happily skips around. He was so thankful for his mask so then she couldn't see his stupid love-sick smile She seemed to be looking for something, might as well be helpful to find whatever might be missing. "Looking for something?" he asked leaning down over her. She didn't seem to notice him walking over, a let a scared yelp. She took a breath her eyes fading into a candyfloss pink then nods "yea, I was looking for you!" she said softly in such a sweet alluring amaz- (Hobie! focus! stop it!). "Oh, well here I am what's up? Am I getting a gift or something?" he jokes, pausing his laughter when he sees her shyly nod. God, he is so lucky she couldn't see his face, he was smiling like a dumbass and his cheeks were bright pink.

She reached into her side-clasp purse and pulled out a neat black and red bag, with neatly stacked cookies inside. He felt his heartbeat quicken, they are just some stupid ass cookies why was he feeling this way. (God fuck no, Really heart?! you chose her to be in love with!? FUCK YOU HEART) (Dont cuss me out Blame the brain! He is the one releasing dopamine and serotonin every time we see her!)

Hobie let out a tsk and kinda snatched the cookies "Thanks I guess" he looks away trying to save face. then a little light caught his eye and implant on the outside of her arm... it had a sticker on it. Pink of course, because it's her favorite to dress in. He scoffs "So you let the government fool you into getting a tracker implant? What are you fucking dumb?" it was supposed to be a simple light-hearted joke, he wasn't sure why she used her hand to cover the blinking thing, and ran away crying. The entire squad stared at Hobie like he had 8 heads. "Dude, Not cool," Pavitr says and walks off. Pavitr wasn't easy to anger or upset. Hobie paused "Gwendy, What did I do wrong? I was trying to make a joke about the blinky thingy on her arm" Gwen sighs "Y/n is hypoglycemic, you know that, that's the one thing on her body that no one had ever made fun of her for. it was her Dexcom" Hobie looked confused not knowing what that meant. Gwen sighs "Her glucose monitor so she could know when her glucose was getting low so she didn't pass out on a mission. Dude, every one of us except her can see that you like her, but what you just did was low. Im only telling you this next bit because I believe in second chances, She has a hiding spot in the ceiling on the west wing north hall."

Hobie paused. He fucked up and bad, he needed to fix this, but how?! he knew where she was but getting her to forgive him was probably gonna be the issue

#hobie x y/n #hobie headcanons #atsv hobie #hobie spiderverse #hobie brown #hobie x you #hobie x reader #spiderverse #pavitr my beloved #spiderverse pavitr #light angst #fluff

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 1 year

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First Blood

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Their mission had failed. What little hope there had been was gone as their slim opportunity slammed shut before them like a steel barred door now welded shut. The slap Lanus had given his once-lover wasn’t devastating, in fact, by Drev standards it was more of a warning shot, but now something that might have been foreplay in a previous life was the starting gun on a war to end all wars.

A war to end the Universe.

Noctus reacted first, but predictably it wasn’t to join in the fight. The little coward turned on the spot and sprinted straight back into the blackened bowels of the deserted space station, vanishing into the darkness before anyone else had so much as lifted their weapons.

WIth Kazna still partially stunned, it was Everett who actually made the first move, lunging forward towards lanus, bare hands open like talons seeking to tear Lanus’s eyes from his skull. Still shocked by what he had done, Lanus was slow to react, but by then Adam and Sunny had already begun moving.

Adam stepped in front of Lanus, spear raised to block the incoming attack.

Sunny, trusting Adam to take care of everything else, went straight for Kazna. Didn’t matter that she was stunned, on the floor or otherwise. Drev code of conduct be damned, she was willing to break it if it meant saving the universe.

She thrust her spear downward, aimed at the junction of kazna’s skull and neck, and missed last second as Kazna threw herself to the side. Still she didn’t manage to escape fully, the point of Sunny’s spear driving itself into the meaty junction between Kazna’s neck and shoulder.

Kazna screamed, but that particular area on a Drev is solid with muscle, and partially protected by carapace. The hit was solid, but not debilitating, and as Kazna jerked herself away, a spurt of orange blood was left in her place dripping from Sunny’s spear, though she was not deterred, priming herself for another thrust at her mother’s head.

Kazna was still a warrior, however, and the three pronged trident was back in her hand in a matter of moments, catching Sunny’s spear by the haft as it arched down towards her face. She then used her superior strength to throw Sunny back, saving herself just enough space to rise to her feet..

Though she had been thrown back, Sunny had not lost her balance, and came in with a second attack just as Kazna was regaining her footing. Kazna was larger, and much stronger by simple muscle mass alone, but there was a downside to being so big.

Takes more energy, and more time to moving something that tall.

Closer to the ground, getting up would have been much easier for Sunny or Adam, but as big as she was, Kazna took some time to regain her feet. That left just enough of an opening for Sunny, who initiated a sharp flurry of attacks, each one precise in their execution to the point where Kazna Almost seemed surprised, She raised her trident in a desperate attempt to fend of the whirlwind that was Sunny’s weapon, but even she was only just able to avoid death blood spattering in shallow arcs as the tip of Sunny’s spear scored a hit across Kazna’s upper cheek, and across the back of her upper left hand.

But now Kazna was on her feet, and more than willing to use the height advantage against her opponent.

In a contest of martial weapons, the larger person has the advantage of strength. In many instances contests of strength win out with the bigger on top due to sheer brute force. The only counter for smaller stature against sheer brute force is….. Skill.

Enough skill may level an unfair playing field, and it became very clear in those next few moments who was the better fighter.

Kazna had not been to real battle in years at this point, almost half a decade or more.

Ever since the Drev war she had spent most of her time, plotting, scheming, politicking, in jail, or as a mouthpiece for the void. Long gone were the days where she had headed armies and called legions to her feet. The innate skill and talent was still there, old muscle memory taking over from a life spent with a weapon in hand.

But it wasn’t good enough.

Not good enough when matched against skill honed by years of hard work from a soldier who had been fighting almost continually for the past decade, trained by the greatest military master of their generation, and versed in the arts of many exotic fighting styles not native to the Drev Homeland.

When this conflict had started, Sunny was below average on combat performance, burdened by doubt, and held back by her perceived shortcomings. But years of continued extensive training was enough to turn a warrior of no great talent, into the greatest warrior of a generation.

Kazna swung her weapon, but by the time the blood would have landed, Sunny was gone. Using the environment around her Sunny, dove forward, skidding alone the deck upon the smooth carapace of her knees, skidding right under Kazna’s arms and straight into her guard.

Sunny attacked her legs first, swiping at the tendons at the back of her heels, a move she had pulled once before. Perhaps if she had been equipped with two swords instead of her traditional spear the move might have gone without a hitch, but the awkward length of the spar was too much in the tight space. Even so she scored a sharp hit on Kazna’s leg forcing her briefly to one knee

Her golden eyes burned with an intense focus.

Kazna, unable to manuver within an enclosed space, made the decision to drop her trident, whipping two daggers concealed from the inside of her cloak. Both low glanced off of Sunny’s SE armor to her noticeable surprise, but a third, surprise blow cuffed her briefly around the side of the head.

Even so it seemed sunny was only moments away from driving a weapon through her mother’s heart when, a long, low bellow echoed up from the bowels of the ship. The sound was deep, haunting, strangely human but just inhuman enough to cause an eruption of goosebumps to appear on every human in the room.

It seemed Noctus had been busy.

The surprise didn’t phase Sunny for more than a moment,, but a moment was all Kazna needed to throw Sunny back scrambling back to regain her own feet as Sunny snarled and readied herself to come again. Before she could do so, Kazna held out a hand and jabbed it straight towards Sunny, “She is yours to devour, feeder.”

Everyone in the room would have liked not knowing what that meant, but were soon graced by the terrible image of a fleshy writhing monster, that crawled its way out of the black hallway and into dim luminance.

Apollyon’s little side project.

A creation in his own image, cobbled together from spare human parts.

Descriptions of the eldritch abomination defied reason, its body so confusing it was difficult to look at much less fight.

As Sunny and Kazna had dueled, others around the room had erupted into movement. Adam and Lanus were locked into combat with Everette, whose shadowed companion spurted out from his skin as if the man had sprung a leak. Adham was busy annihilating the rest of the Void sided makers,.

On the other side of the room Ramirez and Renegade stood at odds with the seen, completely still, staring at each other.

“Follower’s of Apollyon, RISE.” Kazna shouted

Adam keyed his mic as Fielty opened a broad signal to all friendly ships through the Empyrean, “Apollyon is GO.”

He needed not say anymore, throwing himself back into the fray with lanus. Just as more of those eldrich abominations came spilling into the room. Renegade and Ramirez were forced to break away as the room was flooded with Chaos. Sunny vanished behind a tide of flesh, still going after kazna.

For a moment Adam thought they would be overwhelmed until he found himself pressed back to back with Lanus.

“Duck!” The drev shouted, and Adam did as told just as his father-in-law’s spear whistled over his head, catching a meat appendage as it reached for them. It was odd just how familiar fighting with Lanus felt, like Sunny just…. Taller. Adam grabbed Lanus by the ceremonial scarred slits in the back of his carapace just as the Drev took a rapid turn. Adam used that momentum to take out two inhuman humanoids that came spiling out of the black hallway.

Landing back on his feet, Lanus thrust his spear forward, straight into the body of one of the abominations, and Adam took care of another creature that tried for Lanus’s open back.

They were overwhelmed, “Everyone, we have to go.”

Sunny snarled in response but Kazna had retreated behind a line of meat leaving Sunny to fend of attack after attack as multiple meat appendages shot out to try for her neck.

Together they backed away towards the shuttle.

Adam and Lanuz made it there first holding off a semicircle of open ground around the shuttle as the others fought towards them. Lanus ducked and Adam rolled over the big Drev’s back, landing on the other side of him just in time to deflect a weapon, glowing orange headed towards Lanus’s flesh,

A void weapon sure to cause irreparable damage to the soul itself.

Lanus turned and again Adam found himself back to back wit hSunny’s father.

It was a good fight, and a brief pang of guilt washed through him to the point he couldn’t help it was the words blurted from his mouth, “I’m sorry.”

They spun in a tight circle, Lanus taking on the big meat creature while Adam took care of the humanoids, “Sorry for what?” Lanus said.

“Sorry for…. You know… killing you.”

There was no unawkward way to say that.

Lanus Gave him a very brief look of amusement before turning back to the fight, “I am not sorry.”

Adam thrust his spear sharply forward, Under Lanus’s arm and impaling a smaller creature that had gotten inside his guard, “I mean, maye, but I sort of feel like this entire thing might have been my fault.”

Lanus huffed a sharp burst of air, “You did not control Kazna’s actions. Her transgression was her own.”

“Oh…. well uh. Cool. Glad we are squared away.”

Lanus hummed in amusement even as he stepped back to avoid another swiping claw.

Ramirez was the first to show, sprinting from a churning wall of meat and diving into the open space between them.

“Start the shuttle! Adam ordered, and ramirez nodded, his lips pursed tight together, a trickle of blood running down his cheek as he slammed his button into the door controls and vanished inside the shuttle.

No need to wait for the Makers, they would make it out just fine on their own.

It was Sunny he was worried about, worried that she wouldn’t make it back.

But just as he was beginning to think the worst, both she and Adham came sprinting out of the churning mass.

“Your man” Adam shouted to Adham

But the Maker shook his head, “They got him.”

Sunny dove onto the ship, as the engines started up.

Lanus grabbed adam by one arm, swinging him in a tight arc. Adam’s armored leg was enough to deter unwanted followers as Lanus hauled them both back into the shuttle tripping over the lip and onto his back just as the shuttle door closed and Ramirez fired the engines. The ride was bumpy for a moment as they shot backward, over the bodies of several abominations and then out through the airlock energy barrier. Adam lay on his back next to lanus, also panting with exertion.

After a few puffing breaths Adam turned to look at his father in law, “Do you want to see them?”

Lanus turned his head tto look at Adam brows furrowed, “See who?”

Adam didn’t wait for an invitation, instead turning on the small Holoprojector on his wrist, “Your grandkids! This is Kay, isnt he adorable, and that is Nyx and that is Astra, loot how cute!”

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nancydrewwouldnever · 1 year

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NY Daily News - 6 September 2004

He's One Hot Number But Chris Evans says it's risky business being in spotlight

By NANCY MILLS DAILY NEWS WRITER

HOLLYWOOD - Is Chris Evans the next Tom Cruise?

Chris Evans thinks so.

Of course, this makes Evans, all of 23 years old, seem like he has way too much self-confidence.

After all, his two biggest roles came in movies - this year's "The Perfect Score" and 2001's "Not Another Teen Movie" - that grossed a total of $48 million.

But the power of his positive thinking got him his biggest role to date, in "Cellular," opening Friday.

"We saw everyone in Hollywood," says David Ellis, "Cellular's" director. "There are a lot of good actors in Chris' age group - Ashton Kutcher, Topher Grace, Jason Biggs, Shane West. We read all of them, but Chris stood out from the crowd. We wanted a cocky, good-looking kid, someone girls like. Chris is like a young Tom Cruise."

It remains to be seen whether "Cellular" will do for Evans what "Risky Business" did for Cruise. The movie is a fast-paced thriller, with Evans as a surfer dude who just happens to answer his cell phone when Kim Basinger, a kidnap victim, randomly dials it in a desperate attempt to get help.

But there is already one significant way in which Evans is following in Cruise's footsteps. Just as Cruise has had a habit of dating his co-stars - Nicole Kidman, Penelope Cruz - Evans is romancing "7th Heaven's" Jessica Biel, who has a role in "Cellular."

Evans says he and Biel, whom he describes as "such a sweet girl," have agreed to keep their dating private.

"Relationships are difficult," he says. "All that emotion and pain. I can't imagine opening a magazine and reading about my heartache at the newsstand. I said, 'Let's not be seen at clubs being loud and obnoxious. Let's not go to premieres or parties. Let's not get our picture taken.' She's all for it."

Evans has been acting professionally for five years, but he has been plotting his career since junior high. One of four children of a dentist and a dancer, who grew up in the Boston suburb of Sudbury, he says, "If you're a guy doing shows in seventh grade, it's easy to get leads because the competition is minimal. It fills your head with possibilities."

Actually, on this point Evans seems to be modest. One of his teachers in high school says the teen made quite a dramatic impression.

"He was a very talented kid. He was in plays from the time he was a freshman and did all sorts of major roles, like Leontes in 'The Winter's Tale.' He was in pretty much everything," says William Plott, drama director at Lincoln-Sudbury Regional High School.

"There's only a handful of kids with that much talent, and he was certainly one of them, so [Evans' success] is not much of a surprise."

Considering his work in teen movies, Evans may surprise fans with more mature roles. First comes "Cellular." Then in December, he will show his dark side in "Fierce People," with Diane Lane and Donald Sutherland. And he's playing a superhero - the Human Torch - in "Fantastic Four," which is currently filming.

While discussing his career prospects, Evans begins to show his ego once more - with the presumption that stardom may be oh-so-difficult to handle.

"Any leading man runs the risk of being flash-in-the-pan eye candy," he says. "I can't imagine anything worse than being looked at as kind of a joke, a shallow caricature of yourself.

"With 'Cellular' and 'Fantastic Four,' which is a big studio movie, I'm unfortunately stepping in a direction I don't want to go. But I'm going to say, 'No more big-budget movies.' I'm going to find the right director and the right part.

"And if I can't, I'm going to go into hiding."

#interview #2004 #cellular #chris evans

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Venus looked cute for another volunteer (she has an underbite and rbf and is scared), Francean the 6 month old skinny plott hound has rescue commitment, Curtis Jackson is blind and 71lbs and a lap dog, and Flower loves that toy!

Blue Jay is a mouthy ding dong who got adopted. He has a wound on his side and the only way I got a terrible pic was by letting him gnaw on my hand.

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"Du warst ein Polaroid im Regen und mein erstes Lied." (You were a polaroid in the rain and my first song.) | Sayuri X Oikawa

Hello, betcha didn't think this would come round eventually. I've had this plottted in my head for a while, so here it is! <3

This is an OC story with Oi kawa, please do not read on if you hate OCs. I'll tag nothing and I'll put all under a readmore, please just move on, thanks.

“So yeah, she has a boyfriend again now.”

Tooru snipped with his finger against the table in front of him. “That's great for her~,” he sings back. “Why would that matter to me?”

He does not have to see Hajime to know he is rolling his eyes. “I thought you would like a warning. Her boyfriend is working for the volleyball association and is around the national team a lot, so if you come over for the olympics or other…”

“I’ll make sure to congratulate them on their impending wedding.” Even for his usual way of speaking, the sarcasm was especially overflowing now.

Hajime sighed at the other side of the telephone. “Anyway,” he said and sighed again,”It’s late here, so I’m going to go. I thought I was being a nice friend and telling you about it, but it seems like you don’t care, so let’s say goodbye for now.” Though Hajime had said the words, Tooru knew that he didn’t mean them.

“It’s been a long time since then,” Tooru heard himself say. “I don’t have a connection to her anymore anyway.” He waited for Hajime to say something, but the line stayed in this silence that showed that they both knew that Tooru was lying. “Well, bye, Iwa-chan.”

Hajime didn’t even say goodbye. He just hung up.

Tooru let the phone slip from his hand directly onto the bed below him. For a moment he did nothing but stare at the ceiling. What had Iwa thought would happen if he told him Sayuri had a boyfriend now? That he’d cry? And if he had? What would that have mattered?

She was free to date whoever she wanted to date. After all, they had not been a couple for ages and even when they had, they hadn’t really been one. Everything that had happened that year seemed like a movie he had once seen and then decided to never watch again. A distant memory. And that, even though it wasn’t even ten years ago at this point.

People romanticised their first real love. They also, of course, did that with childhood crushes and all, but especially with the first love one had as a teenager. Often you’d long for those very pure feelings back, without a way of turning back the clock and keeping yourself from getting older. Tooru was no different, though he could have really lived with being the exception to this.

How he fell in love with the only classmate that openly disdained him was still a mystery to him. Maybe it was her open honesty about how much and what exactly she disliked about him, or maybe it was the way her face had looked when he saw her play on the field for the first time, whatever it was, it had been quick, strong and without him noticing until it was too late.

There had been a moment in time where they could have been more than two people who occasionally kissed and slept with each other. Where these feelings could have turned into a real blooming relationship with dates and presents and love confessions. At the time Tooru could feel it on his tongue, but it had never quite come out of him, not when Sayuri had always repeated that they would “not be a couple.”

Now, older, wiser, and so far removed geographically as possible from whatever they had been, Tooru understood that Sayuri had been scared, at least a little, of going out with him. He was convinced there were feelings there too, not that she even said that to his face. But there was something about that last time they spoke to each other that told him that he was right.

That April, shortly after their graduation, Tooru had visited Tokyo on his way to Argentina. They hadn’t spoken to each other since shortly before the graduation ceremony, when he had told her that he would move abroad right after for his career. Thin lipped she had nodded away and wished him good luck and what he had actually come to ask her, to move abroad with him, stayed stuck in his throat.

He’d seen her work diligently to enter a good journalism academy, to leave her fathers oppressive house. There had been no way he could have asked her to abandon all of that for him. Tooru’s career was not more important than the goals she was working towards. She wanted to write, portray careers, and she ought to do it.

But then, the loneliness and longing, side effects of loving, had overwhelmed him so much that he had gone to see her anyway. Let Saya give him the address of her apartment so he could go by, talk to her directly. He had gone with high ambitions. He’d tell her how he felt, he’d ask her to come with him.

Now, 8 years later, eyes closed on his back, Tooru could still see Sayuri’s face right in front of his eyes when she opened that door that day. He gave her a little wave and his signature smile and her lips curled for a moment before she threw the door shut into his face again. So much of that.

Eventually, of course, she had opened her door to him again and with a growl stepped back to let him into her apartment. It was small, but completely adequate for a student with her small income. A big room that could be parted by a sliding door hiding the bed, not that Tooru took notice of much of the room at first, he was totally focused on what was in front of him.

One of their great failures as an almost-couple was that they always skipped the talking part, the “lets-define-what-we-are” part and went right into the next step. It had been a few weeks since they’d been together and now that she stood in front of him, her eyebrows furrowed in anger, he could not help but kiss her again. Really, love was stupid and selfish.

The other one of their great failures was that Sayuri never said no to him. From their first kiss to their very last, she had always let it happen. Always sliding herself into him, always letting his hand roam wherever he wanted to go. If she hadn’t at least liked him a little, she would have complained, right? He told himself things like that all the time to keep himself sane.

It was almost like a fever dream to remember now, that night, the morning that followed. As if it had barely been real. They’d gone out for food, brought it all home, sat and chatted a little, but did a lot of other stuff all the while Tooru had wanted to say what had been on his mind for almost a year, but no matter how hard he tried to persuade his heart, the words just wouldn’t come out.

Maybe it was a fear of rejection.

Finally, when he could not wait any longer, when his flight was so close that even Sayuri lifted her eyes to ask when he would need to go to the airport, in this “by-the-way” fashion that told him that she had been thinking about him leaving nonstop. Finally, then, the words on the tip of his tongue spilled out.

“I want you to come with me.” He had said, very quickly and when he noticed her mouth opening he had added: “It does not have to be now. It can be in a year or two or three. You can study here and I can come visit. I can teach you the language. I don’t care. I want you to come with me someday.”

There were her thin lips again, the ones that had discouraged him so much last time. “Why?” she had asked.

It was as if she was offering him an oil branch. As if she was saying “Tell me your feelings honestly first”. It was right there for him to take an opportunity of a lifetime and yet, he said.: “Because I think we are good together. Don’t you think so?”

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

His head was screaming at him. No matter how many years passed, this moment still haunted him. What had Tooru expected to happen? He remembered it so well, her eyes darkening and then her face dropping.

“I don’t think you should say things like that to me.” She had replied coldly. “We aren’t a couple after all.”

Then, before he could get it together, before he could say anything else, she had already ushered him out of her apartment and closed the door. Other than his dreams and the occasional check up on social media Tooru had not seen her since.

It was alright, of course, that now, years later, Sayuri was dating again. It had been alright if she had been dated a week after he had flown out. Still, the “what if” haunted Tooru and would probably continue to haunt him. Hajime knew this, though they had never explicitly talked about it. That's why he had called, to be considerate.

How would she react if he came back to Japan and ran into her? Would she stare at him coldly again like she had the last time their eyes had met? Or would she be so over their thing, that she would have reverted back to hating him? And did it really matter if she liked him or not?

Tooru sighed and grabbed his phone again. The only way to find out was to meet her again and he knew that eventually they would do exactly that. Maybe there could come a day in which they would be alright with each other, when their youth was such a distant memory that neither of them would still cling to it.

Maybe then he would finally be able to tell her what he wanted to tell her then, even if it was a confession that's way too late.

#pretty boys doing sports #fic tag #sayuri uchiha #das war die schönste zeittt weil alles dort begaaaaaaaann #und berlin war wiie new yooork.. ein meilenweit entfernter oortt

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Lockwood x fem reader

Warnings:bruises,injuries for plott purpose readers right eye is purple and they hide it under a badly cut fringe and the left is your choice

It had been a horrid few months traveling to London far away from their childhood home(not that had particularly been a home rather a prison) Having to wear the same clothes for days on end. Only doing small cases for little money as it was just them. Y/n was a freelancer they worked alone meaning they had less money, where less well know had to patch the self up as they couldn't afford medical costs and got less jobs all of which meant most nights where spent curled up on benches shivering under ghost lamps while knowing that they could never truly sleep safe and that this was all in fact their fault..

But this was it. After seeing an advertisement in the papers at a small agency where pressumubly none of the agents would know who they where meant a new start. A new life hopefully one filled with more happiness than in their past. As they raised their trembling knuckles to the door panic filled them. What if they didn't want them. What if this was the wrong address. NO! Y/n told them self firmly they had come so far they where not giving up now they had an actual chance this time. They were not about to be scared by a door. Once again raising their hand they rapped three times firmly on the door.

"Hello?"A small red haired girl opened the door staring y/n straight in the eye."Ummm h-hi my n-name is y/n." "Y-y/n y/l/n."Voice shaking with cold y/n stared straight back at them."My name is Lucy carlyle, how may I help you y/n y/l/n." "I came here for an interview with Mr Lockwood did I get the right address??" Y/n asked quietly."Yes you did come right this way" Lucy said ushering them into the sitting room having noticed how cold and shaky they where." If you wait in here I will bring lockwood to see you" she said smiling slightly at them." Okay" y/n said not making eye contact. Lucy left the room and y/n distinctly heard the red head yelling "lockwood get your arse down here we have a new candidate bring George too!!"

Most of the people you thought yiu where quite shy as you found it hard to talk with people or even be around to many unfamiliar ones.

When Lucy entered again she was followed by two boys the first with dark hair and glasses not to tall but not short they second was quite a bit taller with dark hair that flopped slightly to one side.

"Hello there my name is Antony lockwood and these are my associates George karim and Lucy carlyle who you seem to already have met." Y/n noded, a little intimidated by his confidence and charming smile which made them feel a little strange.

"Please take a seat" he said as y/n had been standing the whole time. Sitting down you wairly watched the three figures seated in front of you feeling all the negative thoughts you had been from earlier again minus the wrong address one of course. "So Luce tells me your name is y/n y/l/n am I correct." lockwood said grinning again at the small figure in front of them. "Uhm yes that's right" You said ducking their head slightly still refusing to make eye contact and instead fiddling with their hands.

George who was seated in his usual spot (in his chair) looked slightly confused at their lack of response before bluntly saying. "Hey why are you not looking at us." Startled by the obvious question y/n was finally brave enough to look up at the three meeting their intense gazes. "I'm sorry was not making eye contact but is it a problem" you said a slight edge to your voice you maybe quite shy and nervous but you always stood up for them self. "No just curious" George replied eyes locked with yours. "Well if it's not a problem I don't think I need to continue looking at you right?" you said before quickly dropping your gaze back to your hands. "Ok " lockwood said trying to break some of the built up tension "shall we get on with the tests then." you had been expecting tests so you where not at All surprised and just nodded. Lockwood picked up a tray contain some items covered in cloths pulling the cloth if one of the items(a jar contain the source) "well what can you tell me about this." leaning forwards intrigued by the skull you tapped gently on the glass unsurprised when it seemingly came to life and snapped at you. Unlike most people completely unfazed by the object you had seen a lot worse one small skull wasn't something to be afraid of. "It's a silver glass container the ghosts skull is its source which it's tied to and contained inside the jar, but only a few of the really big agencies have these so how'd you get one??" "Time for questions later" lockwood said his signature grin still planted in his face. "For now let's continue" he said pulling the cloth of the second item a small penknife. "May I?" you asked hand stretching slightly towards the object in front of you. "Of course" he said. Gently picking up the object you closed your eyes feeling the familiar buzzing sensation as your unusual talent began to work. Being dragged into the past there where a man in their late 40s-50 out hunting as he was was shooting at some deer he keeled over pain throbbed through your chest quickly bringing your right hand to your left wrist and pinching hard you where shaken awake from the coma like state their talent put them in. "You alright" lockwood asked quietly eyes full of concern and confusion. "Mhm yup definitely." "there was a middle aged man out on a hunting trip and he died of a stroke seemed a gentle enough man." "He was my uncle and your right a very kind gentle man shame really." "How did you do that" George said abruptly. "Do what." How did you know so much how did you know his age that it was a man and that he died of a stroke. "Just lucky I guess" you averted your eyes away from his back to your wrist knowing that there would be new bruising from how hard you had been pinching but you didn't want to get stuck in the man's death plus you'd had had a lot worse happen to yourself even so it throbbed a little and y/n pulled their sleeve lower so the reddish marks would not be visible to anyone else in the room. "Yes your right" your train of thought was Imterupted by lockwood replying from George's question "it is quite interesting that you knew so much I probably should have asked this earlier but what talents do you have??" "Uh well a have all three all are pretty good but I mainly listen and touch things to find out what has happened and who it's happened, to I find it easier and more natural than my sight." "Ok noted" he said his grin still making their stomach flutter. "Shall we continue" pulling off the cloth to reveal a gold watch...

After the third and fourth test (the toothbrush Cup had peeved them off quite a bit when they realised it was just a cup but then again it was still a valuable test of honesty so they pushed down any annoyance and feelings to punch George and lockwood for laughing Lucy however had immediately put here head in her hands and groaned when they pulled out the wretched cup hinting that they also thought it was stupid. "So y/n" lockwood said before I discuss your possible employment may I ask why you are here and not at another agency??"" Its clear you have a lot of talent." "umm well thanks but I don't particularly like big agencies with all the adult supervisors and not knowing what your really getting yourself into crap." "Fair enough" said Lucy smiling at the small figure in front of her she had really missed hanging out with someone new as nice as George and lockwood are they drove her absolutely nuts so a new change of atmosphere was happily accepted by her. "If you would just excuse us for a few minutes we will be back shortly" lockwood said gently touching your shoulder as he walked past. "Yeah no problem" you said watching the three file out onto another room. Oh god this was it they where going to say I'm sorry but no. What was taking so long they had said a few minutes bit it was starting to feel like an eternity. "Hey y/n" you jumped slightly as lockwood walked back in "well after having a discussion with my colleagues we have made a decision...

Hope you enjoyed comment part two or futer ideas for fics you want(wasn't proof read btw so sorry for any bad grammar)

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independentzaun · 1 year

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☼ ☼ ☼ ☼ Go have a field day, muses. *yeets thyself into bushes*

Silco and Sevika glanced at each other and smirked. “Two each? Two each” Meanwhile the mun sighed softly suddenly convinced this had been a mistake.

Silco, of course started first. “Melisandre is sensitive to certain smells. They can go to the garbage dump with no issues, but if there’s someone around that smells too heavily of perfume for example they have to get away if at all possible. It’s an issue that arises when shopping sometimes particularly in aisles with lots of detergents and cleaning supplies and those things to try to make the air smell better.”

Waving a hand towards Sevika he gave way to her. Considering what to offer Sevika shrugged. “She, unlike myself and Silco, almost never drinks alcohol. They used to drink on occasion, and there was a couple periods of time in which she drank on a regular basis. One particular time when they treated one trip almost like a vacation down in…” Catching the glare from the mun Sevika chuckled. “Anyways Melisandre has no issues at all with alcohol, but she’s simply lost interest in indulging in it herself as she’s gotten older.”

Back it went to Silco, and he smirked knowing what to offer up next. “Similar to myself, our...dear...Melisandre is almost never far away from a knife. She’s not as skilled as I am, but for various reasons they normally have one close by. It’s not something they make a big deal about or brag about or anything else. However there is certainly an appreciation for them.”

Last of all was Sevika who nodded. “Her household has two cats, and a dog. One of the cats is new just having been brought into the house a month or two ago. The two cats are just your normal cats with one a rescue off of the street as it so happens during a time she lived in Florida. The dog is a plott hound.”

Side eyeing the two muses the mun shrugged. “Well that wasn’t too bad I suppose, and all of that is true.”

#munanswers

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theplottdump · 6 days

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catharsis

#a wee bit of post set release gameplay spam #side plott #valerian plott #chad chinsley #leanne 5000 #sunny plott

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obigem · 7 months

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It'd be another 3 months before the sculpture would be completed, a timeframe the Fletchers would ordinarily not have been privy to if not for a package they received one morning.

"Cameron, what on Earth?" Dre started. "And look there's something attached to its leg."

Their eyes drew to a one-page letter adhered to the leg of the golden statue, prompting Cam to read aloud:

Dear Cameron. I hope you have been well. The statue your artist friend sculpted for us is sufficient and will make a handsome addition to my art collection.

You mentioned during our phone correspondence that you found my research in cloning technology fascinating, so I offer this cloned statue as evidence of my expertise, and of course for your study. May it be something beautiful to liven up your lab.

Warmest Regards Valerian Plott

"Aww, Dre, it's a gift. Val's never given me a gift before. This is good, right? It has to be. He said something beautiful, that's an inside thing between us. Wow, I think we might be best friends." Cam gushed.

"That's great, babe, but what are we gonna do with this…thing?"

"Don't worry, Dre. I'm sure we can find a place for it." Cam mused.

"Right…and babe? That place better be in the dimest, darkest corner of the basement."

"We'll talk about it." 😅

#fletcher legacy gen 1.5 #ts4 #ts4 story #ts4 gameplay #simblr #ts4 legacy #ts4 legacy challenge #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 gameplay #side plott #Cameron Fletcher #Andrea Fletcher

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piglet26 · 5 months

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Rey...A Mary Sue?

When it comes to the Star Wars fanbase.....Disney is the maker of many of their own problems. Disney has blown things out of proportion. They've attacked their own fanbase and then hidden behind that very slander to avoid criticism. They haven't honored the very audience they seek to make a lot of money from, not to mention the franchise. They've bounced around between visions trying to please everyone and then pleased no one.

However, the Star Wars fanbase is also to blame for many of their quarrels, grips and dissatisfactions with the franchise. Oh, you don't like the corporatized Disney sequels? Well I remember you didn't like the prequels which George Lucas actually did them. Disney sequels are too comedic? The movies would've been better if there was less humor? Well the prequels were too whiny, political and serious.

It's not enough that Disney films are more diverse, have a female lead and have more females on the production side..... unless those characters are saying, doing and being portrayed exactly how the fanbase would like.......then Disney is still misogynistic and racist.

Carrie Fisher, The Princess, faced sexism, ageism and body shaming from both Disney and the Star Wars fandom prior to returning for The Force Awakens. Since he passing obviously many people would like to forget about this or flat out bury it.

Carrie Fisher tells British Good Housekeeping that she was pressured to lose more than 35 pounds to reprise Princess Leia in The Force Awakens: “They don’t want to hire all of me — only about three-quarters! Nothing changes, it’s an appearance-driven thing. I’m in a business where the only thing that matters is weight and appearance."

She first donned that golden slave bikini when she was 27. Thirty years later, Carrie Fisher’s back as Leia in “Star Wars,” but apparently some viewers thought she’d look exactly the same. The 59-year-old actor was the unfortunate recipient of a barrage of hateful tweets from critics who felt the need to tell her she’s aged badly in the past three decades. She Tweeted, "Men don't age better than women, they're just allowed to age." Meanwhile, Harrison Ford looked old and Mark Hamill looked liked a drunk.

All of this is to say the question of whether or nor Rey is a Mary Sue isn't a simple one. While Disney LucasFilm didn't develop the character as well as they could have.... the audience largely had double standards. Rey, as a woman, had more work to do to win over an audience already suspicious of the feminization of Star Wars.

Let's address the criticism

Why does Rey seem so skilled?

Rey works for Unkar Plott scavenging. It would make sense she understands engineering and mechanics. She has to understand how things work, which parts are valuable and understand that about multiple forms of machinery. How does she fly? Just fly, not even combat fly. If in her introduction she was shown to be flying commercially maybe people would've let it go, I'm not sure. Luke and Anakin by contrast turn out to be expert pilots who fight in combat..... no one questioned a thing and one of them is a child. When she initially flies the Falcon she does an alright job and in the three sequels films we never see her fly in combat. Finn never learned how to fly!!!! He famously needed a pilot, yet, got a crash course in The Last Jedi enough to fly at the end against the First Order. She speaks droid, but all our protagonist in Star Wars do. Someone has to be able to understand them.

Rey has no flaws and she's so perfect.

No, actually she's not. Rey is extremely vulnerable, lonely and requires validation. She fears she's gonna be an old woman cleaning gear on Jakku, but she doesn't leave. The only character she really relates and connects to.... is the villain. Yes, she's likable and she's suppose to be because she's our protagonist. Who the hell finds fault with either the character or the production team for trying to make their main character likeable?! Other characters are attracted to her. It's important to note that most force users come off as charismatic, magical and attractive.

Does Rey have a personality?

Yes. Many people get held up on the fact that Rey seems to be bubbly and happy despite growing up in isolation in a tough environment. Initially, with Finn, she comes off pretty hostile and untrusting. It was only when she assumed he was resistance (something safe) and he went along with the assumption that she relaxed a bit. She responded with anger at him just grabbing her hand, but when he showed concern for her then she reciprocated. Neither Finn nor Rey have proper social development which explains why they latch onto one another. Not to mention both are outsiders thrown into pivotal roles without much concept on how to deal with those roles.

Rey is also very childlike. It's something Kylo Ren tries to push her out of. She waits around for her family for years. She licks plates and plays with the resistance helmet. She latches onto people. She latches onto Finn once she trust him. She latches onto Han perceiving him as an ideal father figure. When she forms a connection to Kylo Ren she latches onto him. She's loyal to the people and things she cares about. There were things that could have helped Rey become a fuller developed character. Rey can fight but we never learned WHY she learned how to fight. Has she been stolen from a lot? Has she been attacked? Was she trained? Rey was taken at a young age, what schooling did she receive? Did she just learn trade work? In the novels, her character is obviously developed more, but Lord! People really act like any oversight of character development was a feminist statement about perfection. In reality, it was a film trying to balance multiple characters in a 2.5 hour film.

Rey doesn't have any training and yet is so magical with the Force.

Rey is assisted by The Force. Force users can use the force with very little understanding of it or training. Anakin as a 9 year old is just winging it. So there's that. Now the first time she encounters Kylo Ren, she's terrified and running/shooting for her life. When he force freezes her she's helpless. When he puts her to sleep with the force, she has to be rescued by men.

Now this is the most important. Her bond with Kylo Ren is one of the reasons she's able to access more of and learn about the force. "A Force dyad, also known as a dyad in the Force, was when two Force-sensitive beings had a unique Force-bond—that was unbreakable—that made them one in the Force. The power of a dyad was as strong as life itself, with the individuals forming the dyad sharing a connection that spanned across time and space."

They don't play this up enough in the movies. In the novels it's clear that their minds bridge. She's able to access Kylo's mind from understanding how he accessed her mind. Their bond boost both of their strengths in the force. It's important to note that Rey's abilities actually terrify her.

Rey knows more about the Falcon than Han Solo.

She explained that Unkar Plott installed a compressor which Rey was aware of and both Han and Rey agreed put stress on the hyperdrive. After her assistance bypassing the compressor Han is firming in control of The Falcon.

She beat Kylo Ren at the end of the Force Awakens despite never holding a light saber.

Well, I agree with this one. Kylo Ren wasn't trying to kill her. He was sparring with him and testing her talents. If he wanted to kill her, there was a convenient cliff he could've pushed her over. He wants to train her and he wants her.

Daisy Ridley is a talented and charismatic actress.... she just isn't recognized for it. The fandom looks for flaws, weaknesses and reasons to complain. I don't want to take away anything from the males in Star Wars. I want them to be great. Honestly A Song of Fire and Ice is how I'd like to see more men and women written. Some are good, some are bad, some are great, some are horrific and all are flawed.

#star wars #rey skywalker #rey star wars #ben solo #reylo #kylo x rey #ben solo deserved better #finn star wars #star wars sequel trilogy #carrie fisher #disney star wars #rey nobody #rey palpatine

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10 little facts about me ✨🖤

1. I’ve had this blah since 2015

2. I proactive witch craft, have been for 6 years now

3. I have one son earth side and two in the stars ✨

4. I have a plott hound, and two cats.

5. My favourite movie series is the avengers 😅

6. I am obsessed with pop punk music but also adore pop music 🎵 🤟

7. I love songs about break ups even though I’m happily taken 🤣

8.i was falsely diagnosed as bipolar at the young age of 13, at 23 I was diagnosed with adhd and autism. 💜

9. I am a book worm 🐛 📖

10. I know basic words in ASL. Water, eat, more, bath, mama, dad, wait, yes, no, milk, dog, cat. Etc. and learning more.

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chickenparm · 2 years

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Read part 3 and----those last lines read suspiciously plott-y. AND I LOVE IT!

what? you want plot? literally anything for you jester-junk

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“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“No, I’m very serious. Also very injured, not sure if I mentioned that.”

Marcus did not look impressed, watching you lean against the front doorway of his home with a hand clutched to your side that was steadily leaking onto his doorstep. You stared at him expectantly, eyebrows raising despite the near-debilitating pain in your side.

“You’re more trouble than you’re worth, you know that?”

“Strange, is that why you keep sneaking into my bedroom?” You taunted as he grabbed you by the front of your coat and pulled you inside, the door slamming shut behind you to cut out the rest of the world.

You knew it was late, but unfortunately there’s no way you’d make it back across the bridge in this condition - and even if you did, Silco would have a conniption fit at your carelessness. No, if Marcus had a first aid kit then you could stitch yourself up and Silco would be none the wiser.

“What happened?”

“Came up here snooping around for some info in… someone’s house. Turns out his son was home and he got the jump on me with a kitchen knife.”

Marcus sighed through his nose as he helped you further into the house, the obvious destination being the bathroom you could see at the end of the hall. As he pushed the door open and turned the light on, he asked quietly, “Is he dead?”

“I thought about it, but no. If it helps, the only reason I didn’t stick him was because it would have made more work for you in the morning.”

“How generous of you.”

Marcus’ deadpan actually made you laugh through the twinging of pain in your side from the slash between your ribs. He rummaged underneath the sink for a moment before pulling out the nicest kit you’d ever seen and set it on the lid of the toilert. Then he turned and lifted you by the hips to sit on the sink before you could even argue.

If his fingers lingered a bit too long against the sliver of skin revealed by your shirt riding up, then you just chalked it up to it being a few weeks since either of you’d seen each other. You weren’t sure about him, but it felt weird to screw around with anyone else. Whether that was because it was painfully boring and poor quality, or that you genuinely started to like being around him was still up in the air.

If anyone asked, it was just that the sex was good.

“Jacket and shirt off so I can see.”

“Yes, sir,” You mocked, slowly following his orders with a face twisted in pain at the movements you needed to make to get your arms out of your jacket and your shirt off. Luckily he helped at least a bit, sliding it down the arm on your injured side so you wouldn’t have to jostle it any further.

Patching you up was quick - his stitches were surprisingly even and practiced despite your constant bitching about the pain. You fully expected him to kick you out after he was finished, but he let you settle on the counter as he packed away the kit and disposed of the needle he used on you.

“Staying the night?”

That was not the question you expected. Asking you to leave? That was more in-character. But offering to let you rest here for the rest of the evening was so out of the blue that you stared at him in silence. Marcus noticed your shocked gaze and said nothing, instead grabbing the towel off the wall and nudging you to the side to get it wet and wring it out.

Nudging your thighs apart, he stepped between them to run the wet part of the towel across your bare skin, rubbing away the drying blood that had fallen while he fixed you. You looked up at him through your lashes, taking stock of the set of his jaw and the way his eyes seemed to roam along your skin in ways that weren’t required for simply cleaning you off.

Finally, you answered his question quietly, barely more than a sigh.

“Yeah, I’ll stay if that’s alright.”

“You know I wouldn’t have offered it if it wasn’t. Probably should have just kicked you off my doorstep to begin with so your father doesn’t come hunting for you and give us matching scars.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at this, partly humorous and part in disbelief, “You think me being here is what’ll get you stabbed? Not the fact that you and I are friends with many benefits?”

“You’re right. Fucking his daughter would definitely be the final straw.”

Marcus’ hand had long since stopped moving, his fingers laying across your ribs neatly above your stitches, fingertips bruising the side of your breast. You leaned into him a bit more, taking note of his scent - like soap. He must’ve showered not long before you arrived.

“If you’re going to die for it, might as well get your full mileage-”

“You want that in your condition?” Marcus looked you up and down, lingering on the angry red stitches at your side. You shrugged one shoulder as if to say you wouldn’t be opposed to it. There were ways the two of you could scratch that itch that didn’t involve you having to move around too much. It would be nice to be a passive participant for once.

Marcus emptied his lungs with a deep sigh before he stepped closer to grab your thighs and wrap them around his waist. He lifted you easily, and you set your chin on his shoulder to watch the hallway pass by as he carried you elsewhere in the house.

“Where’s the kid?”

“At my parents' house for the night - I got home too late from work to wake her and bring her home.”

That’s sweet, you thought absently as your hands slid under his arms and around his back. Marcus’ fingers dug into your thighs just a bit more, holding you tightly until you found yourself lowered onto a bed. You looked around the room as he stepped away, noting that it seemed very well lived-in with photographs on the walls and various knick-knacks and decor scattered around.

And underwear on the floor that you recognized from the last time the two of you had rolled in the sheets.

“Giving me your bed?”

“Sharing my bed,” Marcus corrected from where he was digging in the closet. He pulled out a shirt that seemed worn, and tossed it over his shoulder for you to wear. Not one to complain about free clothing, you slipped your bra off and pulled the shirt over your head. It was plenty long enough, so with a bit of struggle you kicked your pants off as well.

“I’m serious, we’re not fucking tonight,” Marcus warned as he pulled the blanket back and slid between the sheets. You crawled in next to him with a wince at the movement, and fully expected to roll away and go to sleep. Instead, as you laid with your back to him and nestled further into the pillows that smelled just like the soap he used, an arm slid around your waist and tugged you to a warm chest.

“Don’t say a word.”

“Didn’t plan on it, but now that you say that-”

A pinch to your hip bone had you cutting yourself off with laughter at the ticklish sensation, and the two of you fell into silence that lulled you into sleep when paired with the pressure of being held so neatly by the man at your back.

You didn’t want to think about why you enjoyed this so much, why your high-strung nerves from a night of work were suddenly calmed by the feeling of a strong arm around your body and gentle breaths at the base of your neck.

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