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Okay so I’ve decided that after everything that went down in this fandom yesterday that I’m leaving it for a short time. I’m disgusted with the behavior this supposedly welcoming fandom exhibited yesterday, though I know not everyone was involved and not everyone is at fault. I love this character so I plan on returning to her but until I feel comfortable on this dash I’m moving my main blog to a Star Wars OC blog. If anyone wants to find me I’ll be over here [X].

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Her eyes never left the weapon. She clearly couldn’t stand the thing. “Ah, I was helping a friend... her name is Maggie and she went missing a few days ago. This was the last place I-” picked her signal up. “I heard from her so... I was just looking for Maggie.”

     Lancelot. He’d heard that name before. Very slowly, he lowered      the gun in his hands, although he made no move to tuck it back      into his holster — there was still a real chance that she was lying      in order to lull him into a false sense of security, and if that were      the case, he wanted his gun at the ready. ‘ … What is it you’re      doing here, then. ’

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“I haven’t really had anything to eat in the last few days so I’d probably eat anything right now. Lead the way?”

“Don’t shoot!”

Luke lowered the phaser, eyebrow arched. “Who are you?”

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“Well, all right.” she couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face. She pushed her hair back and chewed her lip for a moment. “I don’t suppose there’s a place where I can get some food is there? Like a store or something?” she doubted it highly.

“I would not mind the company of the living for a few days.” he offered. “So long as it is not an attempt to get me to return.” He smiled softly. “I jest, you are welcome to my asylum for as long as you need.” 

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goodnight you cracky fucks

is bedtime

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welcome to hell

Three months. Three months I made it before becoming shipper trash.

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Bards eyes flew open at that. “Oh my god, your son is my boss. He’s going to kill me.” she snorted, leaning up a little. “I don’t care. Oh my god do I not care.” she leaned down, kissing him firmly as her hands trailed over his chest.

“Could you please walk with me? I don’t feel safe here- too many alphas around…”

“Of course,” Rainard held his arm out of her to take “you shall be perfectly safe. I promise.”

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Send me “I like the way you smile” if your muse has a crush on mine.

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literally the entirety of the star wars fandom rn:

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“I... I know it’s not gone but I need to rest.” she admitted, nuzzling closer. “I’m glad I’m yours too.” she murmured against him, flipping him so she could lay on his chest. “You feel so good.” she murmured, lips constantly softly brushing against his skin. 

“Could you please walk with me? I don’t feel safe here- too many alphas around…”

“Of course,” Rainard held his arm out of her to take “you shall be perfectly safe. I promise.”

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trying to find that one post where y’all speculate about Finn realizing he needs to provide a surname, and he just goes with “Dameron” because that’s the first one which comes to mind (none of his old friends had surnames or even names beyond their official designations, and he can’t remember that much of his family)

and Rey is like “yeah solid choice, makes sense, I like the sound of it” because Rey is a feral desert child and doesn’t know any better

and of course Poe is charmed, and is like “sure I am happy to provide jackets, surnames, my elite piloting skills, my hand in marriage: anything for my friends”

and idk at some point, someone is like “okay Rey do you have any other name, what’s with the mononym shit” and she’s like “uhhhhh DAMERON” because really if it works for Finn, it can work for her

and the long and short of it is: they see nothing unusual in this and completely miss any implications, and eventually this nonsense gets back to the Resistance fighters and Poe’s entire squadron smirks at him for days

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“I know what u did to Poe u emo fuck.”

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She didn’t want him to pull away, to ever let her go. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him tight against her. She didn’t notice she’d lost some of the heat in her, some of the ferocious need that ran through her but she still felt like she was wound tight as a clock. “Yours. Only yours.” she murmured against the skin of his chest.

“Could you please walk with me? I don’t feel safe here- too many alphas around…”

“Of course,” Rainard held his arm out of her to take “you shall be perfectly safe. I promise.”

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“Now the crew has two whole people. I hope that won’t be an issue.”

"...You need a pilot."

“I do.”

“Are you offering?”

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Send "✦" for my character's reaction to yours pulling them into a closet, covering their mouth, and saying "Quiet. You're being followed."