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she’s not the kind who needs saving, she became her own knight in shining armor, she forged her own sword and put on her own armor, she stepped into the flames with no fear of burning, she carried the weight of the world when no one asked her to, she became more than a savior, she became her own hero.

and you know heroes make the best legends // k.s. (via worthystevie)

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“What we’ve seen of Rey, she looks like she can handle her stuff. So most of the comments I get are from parents who say how wonderful it is that their little girls can see this character. “

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 “ The belonging you seek is not behind you. It is ahead.” 

I went back to painting in photoshop. I always get so out of control with brushes and colors when I work there.. but I like this one. ^^

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r e y   b e i n g   b a e

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“don’t worry about it,” she replies, even before she’s seen what his apartment looks like. she’s expecting him to live in an actual trash can by the way he talks, but rey is pleasantly surprised to see that’s not the case when she walks in. it kinda looks like you would imagine a guy’s place to be.

the music is, of course, much louder now. but she’s able to ignore it to listen to what he says. her eyes scan the cabinet, widening as she sees just how many games he really does own. there’s enough here for a different game night at finn’s for at least half a year.

“there’s a lot to choose from. ummm...” her eyes fall on a game that she’s played quite a few times before (and won). “how about super smash bros. brawl?”

he hadn’t bother to think about whether or not she might actually be a gamer -  the surprise is more from A. her answering more than the bare minimum required for his question and B. actually agreeing to play video games with him. (he would have thought she’d want to get out of  there as quickly as possible.)

‘ cool, ’ he repeats, moving out of the  doorway to let her in. ‘ sorry about the mess. i wasn’t exactly PLANNING on having someone over. ’ it’s not as bad as it could be - there are no unknown food-type things festering anywhere,  it’s just piles of (CLEAN, okay) laundry and a few dirty dishes scattered around.

‘ uh, games are there, ’ he points to the tv cabinet. ‘ i have a few different consoles, so just pick whatever and i can hook it up. ’

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persephone follows, eyes wide and steps hesitant. she is unable to see the smile beneath his helmet, but she senses a difference in his tone and mood. his voice comes suddenly louder, and she flinches involuntarily. it is not a voice raised in anger, though, and persephone quickly relaxes.

though his smile is hidden from view, hers is not. as she stops a few steps behind as he moves closer to cerberus. it is the first time she has smiled since she agreed to go with him. it is endearing to watch the god interact with the beast. from looking at him, she would think hades to be cold and incapable of affection. but persephone has be shown glimpses of it. it’s subtle, of course, in the way he takes her hand or lifts her in and out of the boat. subtle, but not lost on her.

her smile falters when he gestures to her. that anxious feeling that she will do something wrong returns, but she does not want to appear weak. one deep breath, and her feet are moving again. persephone comes to his side, her eyes roaming over each of the beast’s three heads.

persephone stretches out her hand, steady despite her inhibitions. she lets her hand linger in front of the middle head so cerberus can become accustomed to her scent. he sniffs a few times, whining happily. his massive nose pushes against her hand, and persephone feels a little braver.

“hello, cerberus. i won’t hurt you, boy,” she says quietly as she reaches behind his ear and scratches, just as she would a dog back home. she's always had a soft spot for animals. as cerberus begins to react positively to her touch, the smile returns to persephone’s face, this time wider. she tears her eyes away from the hound to look at kylo ren, her smile softening.

‘ it is nothing to be embarrassed of, ’ he  nods. on the contrary, her eagerness is, while almost childlike, overall a good sign. it means she will adjust well, that she  WANTS to adjust well, and that, truly, is  all he can hope for.

he is trying not to probe into her mind again - hades is not looking to violate  her privacy. he is itching to know the  cause for her sudden frown, though, and he unconsciously reaches for her through the Force, not seizing but rather brushing against her defenses; he is wordlessly voicing concern he cannot yet show in front of his employee.

when the boat gently lurches to a stop, kylo ren steps over with ease and lifts rey once again, setting her steadily on the shore with surprising grace. the guard dog’s middle head sniffs the air and lets out a great whimper, when it catches sight of hades’ form, immediately laying it’s three heads onto the ground and wagging its massive tail in anticipation of seeing his master.

behind the mask, kylo ren smiles. he  gestures for persephone to follow him, and approaches cerberus. he calls out to the beast when he draws nearer, his voice loud despite his helmet’s  distortion. ‘ cerberus !! i’ve brought someone for you to meet. ’ tail wagging so excitedly that the ground shakes  slightly, the guardian of the underworld’s gate whines.

he takes a moment to scratch each of the heads behind the ears, then gestures for his companion to do the same. cerberus is friendly to any creature he sees hades being kind to, the girl is no exception.

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sms message to rey: u dont have2 ok m not stupid

sms message to rey: IM NOT DRINK

sms message to ben: i know you're not stupid

sms message to ben: ben pls. you're a mess rn

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People can be lovers and enemies at the same time, you know.

Willa Cather, My Mortal Enemy  (via wordsnquotes)

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Reblog if you’re rebel scum ♥ [shop]

>Reblog if you’re imperial garbage<

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dammit. why doesn’t he ever give her straight answers? she knows what she wants, but what does he want? they have serious communication problems, and rey knows this. but she hasn’t done much to try and fix it. it’s almost like she’s content with this strained friendship they have. but rey knows deep down this is far from what she wants. but how would she even go about telling ben how she really feels?

no, she doesn’t want to leave. maybe it’s best if she does. there’s no telling how long he’ll be like this. and she’s so headstrong that she’ll most likely only bug the shit out of him. but god dammit, she wants to. she wants to get some reaction out of him that’s not a frown or a gruff remark. so against her better judgement, she shakes her head. “no, i’ll stay.” there’s a pause. “do you wanna play a game or something?” maybe there’s a chance to save this evening from becoming a total burnout.

he - feels really shitty now, and it’s times like this when he almost wishes rey never knocked on his door that very first day. if she’d never knocked, she would probably be sitting in her own damn apartment right now, with moe and Other Ben or whatever their goddamn names are (he knows what their names are but refuses to admit it). she’d be smiling and happy, not having to deal with his moods, his ISSUES, his lack of control. she shouldn’t have to deal with that. she should have to deal with HIM. 

his tone is clipped when he finally speaks. ‘ if that’s what you want. ’ it should be  obvious by his tone that it’s NOT what HE wants, but he’s not about to say that he  wants her to stay. it’ll be okay. she’ll leave and it’ll be one more thing to be angry  about, one more fist to put through a wall, one more door to kick so hard the wood  splinters around his boot. it’ll be fine.

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“all that for nothing,” she mutters under her breath. not that rey really minds. she just hates to see things go to waste. she’s always been super careful with her money and pretty much everything she owns.

she kinda doubts he’ll clean it up later. it’ll probably still be sitting like that the next time she comes over. rey swears that sometimes ben would never get anything accomplished if she wasn’t around. he’d most likely be slumped over somewhere like he is now. like a slug.

“well you better eat these taquitos.” rey has turned to face him, arms crossed as she leans against the counter. “or you can make your own food from now on.” she's partially teasing him, but being relatively serious at the same time.

she’s probably right. ben would make an awful husband. an awful boyfriend, really. maybe that’s why she’s not  interested. rey’s boyfriends can probably cook and take care of themselves (not to mention take care of HER whether or not she needs them to) and that’s not something ben is equipped to do.

great. now he’s even more mopey.  he shakes his head, eyeing the  blender with sudden disdain.

‘ no, ’ he mutters. ‘ i’ll clean it up later. it’s fine. don’t worry about it. ’

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If I don’t reply or I take ages to:

It’s drafted

My mood doesn’t fit

I’m trying to equal your perfection

I’m brain-dead

I lost the reply

I’m easily distracted by something else

All/some of the above

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modern day star wars  →  rey

she was five years old when her family was taken from her. less than a week later children’s services found her. for the earlier years of her life, she was in and out of orphanages and foster care programs across the country. by sixteen she took off, picking up odd jobs and competing in silly competitions in different towns and cities to pay the fares required to find her way back home. now, with what little information she has, she believes she will soon be reunited with her mother and father. 

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sms message to rey: no u know

sms message to rey: m always a dick tha tswhy u dontlike me

sms message to ben: when did i ever say i didn't like you?

sms message to ben: omg nevermind you're too drunk rn

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kilgravesjessica:

Four Word . Prompts

“Please, come with me.”

“You’re always number one.”

“I can’t do this.”

“I won’t let you.”

“Maybe I’m just crazy.”

“I’m not even sorry.”

“Honestly, just stop it.”

“I believe in you.”

“Don’t be an ass.”

“Who were you with?”

“Please talk to me.”

“I can’t trust you.”

“I need you, though.”

“Don’t be fucking rude.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“So, it was you.”

“I need to go.”

“Just stay with me.”

“You can trust me.”

“Alright, I love you.”

“I’m sorry, but no.”

“Will you help me?”

“You’re a terrible cook.”

“Can you shut up!?”

“You love me, right?”

“I really need you.”

“I don’t love you.”

“I’m not doing this.”

“I really need you.”

“You don’t want me.”

“Let me help you.”

“You’re such a bitch.”

“I can’t do this.”

“You think you’re funny?”

“Hey, I said stop!”

“Will you marry me?”

“Wanna go out sometime?”

“I don’t want this.”

“You always this quiet?”

“Are you fucking insane!?”

“I don’t want you.”

“I’m not wearing that.”

“Sorry, were you sleeping?”

“This was never right.”

“You look really tired.”

“I’m out of here.”

“You need to go.”

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rey is still pissed about the text conversation with ben. she finally gave up trying to talk to him. he’s too drunk, and she’s too irritated. in fact, her phone is buried beneath one of the couch cushions, where she hide it after rereading the texts for the sixth or seventh time. she’s just so – angry. rey is not used to feeling like this. she’s jealous? yeah, jealous. to think he’s out with another girl (she assumes it’s a girl, since he never gave her a straight answer). she’s lying on her back – one arm hanging off the couch, the other draped across her face. when she hears the knock at the door, she quick to move. for some reason, she thinks it might be ben. but when she opens the door, she’s greeted not by ben’s usual frowning face, but by poe and finn. her face registers confusion for a second before she remembers the jacket. it was crumpled up on the couch, and she had hung it up before it got too wrinkled. no doubt that's why they came back. “hey, you two. come for the jacket?” the absence of a smile and her lifeless tone are sure to raise an alarm, but rey is really in no mood to try and fake being cheerful.

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there’s times where poe sees himself reflected in finn’s eyes and he catches the look of complete reverence in his gaze. he looks at him and knows, just KNOWS without exception that there isn’t a word he’s speaking that he isn’t hanging on. to be held in such high regard is to be LOVED and there’s no one who can make him feel as much of that as the male beside him. but this isn’t one of those times because he’d TOLD finn that it was going to be freezing out tonight and it’s like he hadn’t heard a word he’d said. his leather jacket—to be honest it really belongs to finn, it SUITS him—is probably lying in a heap on rey’s couch right now. more likely that she’s gone to the trouble of actually treating it with some care, draping it over the back of a chair or hanging it up on a coat rack. either way, the jacket’s not in his possession and so he’s taken up the responsibility of WARMING finn on the way back to rey’s apartment to retrieve it. not that he’s complaining. his favorite person in the whole wide world is snugged up to his side and his arm is draped over his shoulders to keep him there, what the hell would there be to complain about? “it’s not like i DIDN’T warn you,” poe insists, continuing the conversation they’ve been having on their walk towards their mutual friend’s apartment. he raises a hand to knock on her door and gives his companion an indulgent, sidelong look. “and since when did we decide to just start leaving our shit with her, anyway?”