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IF DISNEY CAN MAKE A WANDAVISION SHOW EVEN WHEN ONE OF THE CHARACTERS ARE DEAD WHY CANT THEY MAKE A REY AND BEN SHOW

thank you for coming to my TED talk

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Me: I like [enemies/friends to lovers ship]

Anti: but they hate eachother/are just friends

I rest my case

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This is the face of someone who knows her husband is waiting for her in the ship. The lot was full, so he had to double park. That’s him honking now.

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John Boyega

tbh at first i thought he was drunk, but by now i think he really means the thing she said. but it sucks because he was one of my favorite cast members but after what he said about rey and reylo...... i just can’t stan anymore

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❤️HAPPY NEW YEAR REYLO FAM❤️

this is my latest Star Wars themed fanart, I won't do any more 😞 (or at least, I won't do more until they give us Ben back! after TRoS I’m still devastated)

this is a comic of how I would have preferred the end of the film. hope you like it!

Long live to the Reylos! the best fandom I've ever been a part of ❤️ thank you very much Reylo fam!

(if repost, please tag/credit me in the appropriate social 😊)

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one of my favorite sw movies EVERRRR

Please do me a favor and reblog if you LIKED The Last Jedi

I need fans wanting to celebrate Star Wars on my dash.

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My rolling up to JJ Abrams’ house after TROS:

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i am currently coping by telling myself that ben is in the world between worlds, and he is not exactly gone just yet, and that he’s still out there, somewhere, waiting for rey to save him.

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hey guys i just finished rewatching tros guess who had a mental breakdown in the theater :,)

LIKE WHEN BEN STARTED RUNNING TO HER AT THE END AHHHHHHH

IT WENT FROM

“your new family will die”

AND IMMEDIATELY CUT TO BEN RUNNING TOWARD HER

HE IS HER NEW FAMILY

😭😭😭😭😭

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AHHHHHH SO IM GOING TO REWATCH TROS TOMORROW AT 6:30 AND I STILL HAVE 4 1/2 MOVIES LEFT TO WATCH IN ALL

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so i’m watching ROTS (going on a sw binge since tlj finally came to d+)

AND ANAKIN JUST SAID

“And together, you and I can rule the galaxy”

and that just really hit home to my reylo heart.

both ships (anidala and reylo) DESERVED THE GALAXY.

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i......love this. more than words can say. i literally cried at this omg

How TROS should have ended.

The Emperor shot blinding streams of force lighting into the atmosphere.

Displaying the raw, immeasurable strength of the Sith flowing throughout his being. A piercing shock wave boomed loudly, shaking the ancient stone temple as pillars and statues began to crumbled and fall.

A mind-melting hum emanated from the Emperor as he assaulted the sky with endless strikes of white lighting. Causing the ground shake and shatter below Rey and Ben’s seemingly lifeless bodies.

Palpatines eyes were burning bright yellow from under his darkened hood. As he basked, bathed in darkness and destruction and death. Victory, at last victory! The Sith shall rise once again!

Snow white strings of light blended with the thousands of red and green lasers that zipped across the night sky. Cracks of deafening thunder roared overhead as x-wing after x-wing was obliterated. The Emperor cackled sinisterly, force lighting still fizzing and crackling from his reformed finger tips. Striking down the very last of the Resistance.

Rey’s eyes flickered open and were met with immediate devastation. Screams, gun fire, roots of lighting slithering across the stars. She blinked slowly. Her mind still in a foggy daze.

How did this happen?

Tears began to well up in her bloodshot eyes. The muffled sound of thundering explosions filled her ears as her heart weakly thumped in her chest. Suddenly a voice snapped her back to consciousness. Not one, but many. She softly gasped and her eyes widened.

Use the force Rey.

Confronting fear is the destiny of a Jedi.

Bring balance to the force as I once did.

This is your fight.

We are with you. Both of you.

Ben finally came to with an agonizing groan and scooted onto his side. His face was pale and speckled with various cuts and bruises. A slight sigh of relief wheezed past Rey’s lips.

He’s alive.

She panted heavily as she weakly rolled over. Using her bloody fists to push herself onto her feet. Then stumbled to help Ben up. They stood before the Emperor together. Holding onto each other for support as their legs trembled beneath them. Threatening to give out.

Palpatine glared down at them from his throne.

How amusing.

The Skywalker and The Palpatine taking one, last, stand.

Pitiful.

“You can’t defeat me! I am, all the Sith!!” He boomed, cackled maniacally. Directing his force lighting towards them.

They screamed in torment as the blazing heat traveling across their skin. Ben took Rey’s hand and clasped it tightly, them both shutting their eyes and calling upon the force. Calling upon the Jedi’s past.

Suddenly, time froze. The screaming stopped. The gunfire ceased. There was utter and complete silence. Bliss. Ear piercing silence filled their minds as they connected. As they became one.

Rey and Ben’s hair began to float above their heads as it turned snow white. The force channeled through every fiber of their being as they slowly levitated off the ground. The ground shattered and the walls crumbled as the force radiated off of them.

“Impossible.” The Emperor spat in disbelief.

Rey and Ben opened their eyes to reveal that they were glowing with blue flames. “And we.. All the Jedi..” Rey growled.

They lifted their palms towards the Emperor and blue lighting shot out towards him. Swirling around him and attacking every inch of his body. Engulfing him in flames. Palpatine let out a blood curdling shout of pain laced with anger as he was burned alive. His skin charring and melting from his face.

Rey and Ben began to shine with brilliant light as their power grew, illuminating the entire temple and blinding the Emperor as they rose higher and higher into the air.

“Noooo!!!!” The Emperor croaked as he faded into ashes. Leaving not even his cloak..

He’s dead. He’s gone. Darth Sidious. The strongest Sith in history, is now no more than a mere pile of ashes. Rey and Ben gently floated back down to solid ground. Their hair went back to it’s natural color and their eyes stopped glowing. They both panted heavily. Sweat dripped down Ben’s forehead and droplets of blood flowed from Rey’s nostrils.

Rey became weak, her breath hitched in her throat as she collapsed. She felt herself drifting as life drained from her body.

“Rey!” Ben exclaimed, catching her in his arms. He frantically brushed loose strains of hair out of her face. He watched as she exhaled her last breath and her eyes glazed over. “Rey!? Rey!?” He shook her gently, tears already rolling down his cheeks.

He pulled her lifeless body into his chest and held her. Held her like he’d never got to, rocking back and forth as his tears soaked her neck. He gazed down at her beautiful face, grazing his thumb over her freckled cheek. His hand traveled down her form and rested on her abdomen.

“Please work.” He begged to himself. He shut his eyes and inhaled deeply, feeling the force flowing through him and into her.

Unbeknownst to Ben. His grandfather was watching him. Anakin Skywalker himself. A blue silhouette in the distance. Giving him the strength to save the love of his life. The way he never could.

He smiled. You’ve done good kid.

Ben jumped when he felt Rey’s warm hand cover his. “..Ben?” She blinked.

“Yeah, yeah it’s me?’ He smiled.

Rey sat up and cupped his face in her hands. Wiping his tear stained cheeks. Getting lost in those bewitching hazel eyes of his. She saw a completely new man. She saw him, truly for the first time. Not Kylo Ren but Ben Solo.

Her lips crashed into his and Ben meekly gasped into her mouth before settling against her lips. His arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her close. They relished the taste of the other as their tongues danced. Rey’s fingers tickled the back of his neck as she deepened the kiss. Niether of them wanting to let the other go.

Ben smile and chuckled shyly when they pulled away. Her warmth still on his lips.

“Let’s get out of here shall we?” Rey smiled.

They wrapped their arms around each other and weakly stumbled onto their feet. Limping their way out of the temple.

~~~~~~~~~

Rey ignited her newly constructed lightsaber. The blade shot out of the handle with a hiss; revealing it’s vibrant yellow color. “Thoughts?” Rey smirked at Ben, the glow of the saber tinting her smiling face.  

She felt a sense of pride over her creation. It wasn’t red, blue, or green. It was yellow. Her color. Rey’s color. She’s declared her individuality to the galaxy. That she will choose her path, and the legacy that she leaves in the universe. Herself and no one else.

An amused grin crept onto Ben’s lips. “It’s nice. Not as cool as mine obviously but.. Yellow suits you.” He folded his arms smugly.

Rey rolled her eyes. “You-”

She was cut off by an elderly woman suddenly approaching them. “Who are you?” The feeble woman asked with squinted eyes. She hadn’t seen a single living soul on this homestead since she was a young woman. Over forty years ago now.

Rey pondered for a moment. She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. The truth was caught on her tongue. Plastered to the roof of her mouth. Fear laced with shame came over her. ‘Palpatine’ wouldn’t dare leave her lips.

She turned to Ben; her brow knitted together. He smiled softly, giving her a firm nod of assurance.

They are with us.

She peered into the horizon. Two iridescent figure, glowing blue appeared among the dunes. Side by side. Silently giving her approval and soothing her uneasiness.

She puffed up her chest a little.“We’re the Skywalkers.” They declared confidently together.

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Ben wrapped his arm around Rey’s shoulder as they watched the binary sunset of Tatooine. A warm orange hue blanketed the horizon, soaking the sand in serenity.

There’s history in these grounds. Generations past. This is where it all began. And this is where it’ll all continue. Home.

“I love you.” Rey murmured, keeping her gaze ahead.

“I know.” Ben replied.

Also posted to ao3: https://www.archiveofourown.org/works/21870346

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you can fucking SEE the heartbreak in his eyes and how dead he already looks. he already looks like he’d rather be dead than live without her. i’m so depressed, i can’t.

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TROS SPOILERS

"I'm looking forward to your space kiss. You're going to have to have one. Every girl does."

Carrie Fisher to Daisy Ridley

This kiss, as beautiful as it was, isn't worth the pain that came next. Carrie would be devastated about the way the film ended.

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SOMEWHERE GREY

here’s something for you broken-hearted reylos out here. 

Set after TLJ and before TROS 

Okay, so this is most definitely the first time I’ve done this. Is it long, a bit is it cute, yeah sure. 

Kylo was trying to sleep when it happened. He was half-way through tossing over when he felt it. That silent anticipation, the same feeling you get before a storm.

The bond. 

He was split between two worlds, feeling the cold of his own chambers but the searing warmth of another, both here and there, but he never knew where ‘there’ was exactly. He could feel the sheets of his bed and also the ones of another, he could sense the footsteps of the guards beyond his chambers, but also the silence of the other room he was also in. But most importantly, He could feel her next to him. Rey. This was the second time this had happened to him, Rey bonding to him while she was sleeping. 

Looking at her peaceful body, he rolled his eyes and did the same thing he did the last time it happened. He picked up his pillow, put it on the floor, and tried to get back to sleep on the ground.

When it first happened, he felt so awkward with the scavenger in his bed. This girl, who had called him a monster, a snake, who refused to take his hand, lying there. The same girl who thought he was unforgivable after what happened the last time they met, the girl he had constantly disappointed, the girl who had left him this scar, the same girl who was sleeping in his bed. Last time, He had fallen asleep on the floor, and when he awoke, she was gone, at the time he was sure it was some sort of dream, however vivid it was. But now? Now it was real, the girl who hated him, was in his bed. Way to send mixed signals, Kylo thought as he settled down on the floor.

Putting his hand under his head, he began to position himself and finally found a comfortable lying position. He began to fall asleep as the thoughts of the girl were starting to fade. Without noticing, a sudden coldness entered the room. All at once, his heart rate increased, his hands went cold, he felt like the air in the room was being swallowed as he struggled to breathe. What’s this? A sharp pain rose from his chest as he tried to breathe. But as soon as it came on, it went away as he felt himself being sucked into a dream and the pain was replaced by something else.

It was a feeling of loneliness that he felt. To him, it seemed all light could dissolve into this feeling. All happiness. Taken by this feeling, this fear, of abandonment. Everything went dark, as the cold swept over him, and the strange fear wracked his body. 

He could hear pleads, begging, from what seemed to be a girl. It was followed by a feeling of being discarded. He could feel tears swell in his eyes, but they weren’t his. The screams rose until he couldn’t hear anything else other than the voice of this child, screaming, followed by a dreadful silence, the silence of being alone, a silence he could understand, but a silence that wasn’t his.

He woke up from the trippy dream. Swearing at his pillow. He stood up, dazed, and noticed her. Her hair was matted in her face as she tossed and turned, kicking the sheets erratically. She was having a nightmare, he could feel it, fuck it, he was just in the thing. He watched her as she tossed and turned in his bed. He didn’t like seeing her like this, but he wasn’t supposed to care about her wellbeing, it didn’t make sense to feel like that, even if they were connected. But if he was to be completely honest with himself, there wasn’t a time where he hadn’t cared about her wellbeing, he could always feel her pain, no matter how hard they tried to shut each other out; even from the beginning, they’d always been connected, even from the start. His facade was fading, the same with everything in his life, he didn’t know which way to go, what direction to run in, what legacy to follow, what side to listen to today, he found it hard to tell the difference between light and dark but knew in some dark way they were always equal, with great darkness, comes great light to fight it, a long breathless war.

He couldn’t just see her suffer like that, even if she wasn’t in real danger. He thought of the first time he had been inside her mind, the first time he had felt her isolation. And the island she thought of, the island he was all too familiar with. He thought he’d try, to see if it calmed her down, he began to force project thoughts of the island, he had tried so hard to repress that place. The place that brings Rey great calm, brings me so much pain; guess that’s poetic justice.

He tried to see past what had happened there, and focus on the scenery, the masses of pebbles that lined ancient pathways, the noise the waves would make as they struck the mainland, the waves themselves-the way they tumbled to and from the shore, the way the moon would bounce off them at night, he thought of the view from the highest point of the island, and the immense, untainted green that flowed through it. He could sense her calm down, her breathing slowed, her movements practically stopped. A sense of relief flushed over him. He yawned, as he returned to the floor. 

He had closed his eyes when he heard it. A voice, soft, and hollow and bearly a whisper.

 “ben?” 

He’d opened his eyes, but he couldn’t hear anything else, so he blamed hearing her voice on the lack of sleep, and returned to trying to get back to bed.

“Ben?”

It was a murmur but that was definitely something. He got up again, and approached the sleeping Rey, he had presumed Rey was still asleep as there weren’t any weapons directed at him, and nobody had shot him just yet.

He couldn’t forget how lonely she felt, how lonely he felt, after the nightmare, he couldn’t forget the darkness and the screams, her screams. 

He couldn’t change the way he was heading, he couldn’t change the fact that they were opposed in every way, set against each other. But tonight he didn’t want to pick a side, maybe he didn’t know, maybe he didn’t want to know. Maybe for once in his life, he wanted to be in the middle, grey.

Kylo put his pillow back on the bad, climbed under the sheets, tired and confused, he put his arm around Rey, the most comfortable he’d ever felt in his own bed. He could feel Rey’s energy, she was happy. Kylo smiled at the thought of her dreaming of him, of her being so at peace with his touch.

 “you’re not alone”

Kylo shut his eyes once more. With Rey in his arms, and fell asleep.

Reading this- it’s so creepy but Oof

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REMEBER WHEN THE GRUMPY VILLAIN ASKED...

WHEN LITTLE DID HE KNOW...

THAT NOT ONLY WOULD HE SAVE THE LIFE OF THE GIRL HE WAS SUPPOSED TO KILL...

BUT HE’D FALL IN LOVE WITH HER TOO.