#couldve given her a ride but oh well

[emmahada]

gave me some smacks though in return

[insecxreasalwqys]

Hate you <3   -Chishiya

Not canon. Btw, in this, borderland never happened.

“Good morning, Chishiya-sama.” One of the other doctors said. “Morning.” Chishiya said, forcing a smile. They were, not friends, but they were usually put together to do stuff, and they were in school together. Chishiya didn’t hate the guy, he just didn’t like him. No hard feelings. He was probably the only person there Shuntaro could tolerate. Dont get him started on this girl who he hated. She was so annoying, how she even got into med school, let alone become a doctor, was beyond his understanding.  Later that week, he met with Niragi to have some coffee. “So, hows work?” Chishiya asked. “I mean, its, ok?” Niragi replied. “You?” Niragi asked. “Its been fine, besides this one girl-” Chishiya started. “You talk about her all the time, i get it. Shes useless, dumb, and annoying.” Niragi finished for him. Chishiya just looked at him, impressed, followed by a nod. “Do you, like her, or something?” Niragi asked, raising one eyebrow, or attempting, atleast. “What the heck? No? Ive told you, like 5,965 times already i dont want a relationship, and even if i did, you can bet it wouldnt be her.” Chishiya snapped back, almost offended. Niragi couldnt help but let out a chuckle. Not loud, but audible.

They went to niragis house, since it was late and his house was closer. “Wanna race?” Niragi offered. “Why would i do that.” Chishiya asked, raising his eybrow, but successfully, unlike someone. “Because, you will?” Niragi said, in a tone that said ‘duh’. “Fine, you know what? I will.” Chishiya said, smirking. “Ok, well then,” Niragi said, smiling in victory. “3, 2, 1-” Niragi started, but that little a**hole started without him. Chishiya wasnt very athletic, or wasnt interested in sports, but boy was he fast. “Thats not fair!” Niragi shouted, chasing after him, they were on his front lawn. Niragi ran as fast as he could, and when he got next to Chishiya, pulled him back, it didnt hurt him, no, just to stop him. Well, it kinda backfired on Niragi bc he fell too, but it was 100 percent worth it. Niragi attempted to tickle him, but unluckily for him, chishiya wasnt ticklish. Niragi was disappointed, but he still felt like he won. “Are you serious?!” Chishiya said, annoyed. “Im wearing white.”He added. “Well maybe, Mr. Im better than you should think before he acts-!” Niragi said, laughing at the end. “Well, may-be!” Chishiya pouted, admitting to defeat. “Jerk.” He whispered, jokingly, a smile spreading across his face.  “You can sleep on the floor.” Niragi decided. “Oh come on, niragi, that was 4 years ago! Let it go!” Chishiya whined. “No!” Niragi said. Smiling. Chishiya rolled his eyes and said nothing.  When niragi woke up, he saw that chishiya wasnt there, he must’ve walked back. Well, i couldve given him a ride back. Niragi thought to himself. In the corner of his eye, he saw a note. It read: 

                 To whom it may concern, i wanted to let you know that you suck, and i hate you. <3.

             Your best friend, Shuntaro Chishiya, Mr. Im better than you. P.S, youre late :)

“SERIOUSLY?!” Niragi yelled, now he really hoped chishiya tripped.

[modharlow]

Today was one of those days again. The sky looked stormy yet shed no rain, the sun barely peeking out for a second before sheltering itself away. People were bustling about to do their everyday work, all seeming to enjoy themselves. Oh, how you wish that were you, but alas it was not. No, you were out here, passing through Valentine, because some sorry excuse of a father left the camp again. “Probably drunk off his ass again.” You lowly hissed out.

When Charles came up to Dutch and reported the missing man, the leaders eyes happened to fall on you to retrieve him. Fortunately he also sent Arthur with you. “I trust you kid,” Dutch started off as he lead you to your horse, “but not enough to believe you won’t kick Mr. Swanson’s ass.”

Well… at least he was cautious because he was right. If it had been just you, you would’ve beat the man black and blue—mostly out of anger but if you happen to fix whatever the hell was going on in that mans brain then that’d work fine too.

It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve lied hands on him, though you never want “too far”. Given everything he’d done, or hasn’t done for better words, you going easy on him was a mercy.

”Aw, now now, little birdy,” Arthur’s voice cut through your thoughts, “I know that face. Don’t tell me you plannin’ on killin’ him this time?” His tone was joking but you couldn’t help the silent “and if I do?” that came out.

Letting out a whistle, the outlaw adjusted his hat. “You ever gonna tell me what’s the bad blood between you two?”

”On my deathbed, maybe.”

”Don’t be like that.” He replied, his tone growing soft. “He’s still your father. Doesn’t help that he’s always drunk, I know, but he’s tryin’.”

You swore you’ve never felt such hot rage boil deep inside your veins. Your knuckles turned white from your grip in the horses’ reins and your teeth clenched down to prevent you from shouting at your friend. “Arthur,” your voice was tense, just like your body, “don’t be defendin’ that man when you’ve no reason.”

The ride was silent now, save for the goodhearted people that said hello to either of you as you passed, until you both made it out of town.

Arthur let out a long sigh before taking lead and changing the direction you both were going. “C’mon, we’re gonna talk this out, you ‘nd me.”

”Arthur-”

”We’ll find him, trust me. We always do. Right now you just need to explain to me why the hell you hate his guts so much when neither of you even look at each other.”

You took note at the new destination. It was somewhere away from the roads, perfect for a private talk.

Now it was your turn to let out a long sigh. You didn’t say anything until you both ended up by some trees. From there Arthur got off his horse and motioned for you to do the same. When you did he sat both you down at the foot of a tree, perfectly protected from prying ears and the possible rain if it were to happen.

Leaning his head against the tree, Arthur spoke. “When you joined our camp you were so happy, so giddy. You didn’t have a care in the world. It was… nice. A nice change of pace.”

”I was young then. I didn’t understand anythin’.”

”What makes you think you understand now?”

Scoffing, you turned away from him brought your knees to your chest. Silently, you said, “I understand enough to know he’s a dead-beat dad.”

”Feel like elaboratin’?”

It became silent again. The horses were eating grass as the tree swayed itself side-to-side, birds flying overhead in a mixture of dull colors. All were unaware of the grief and burning hatred you held inside.

Taking in a deep breath, in through your nose and out through your mouth, you started to pick at the dirt and rocks in the ground. “I was four when mama died.” You breathed out. “I didn’t know that’s what it was. Just thought she was nappin’, y’know? She’d always seemed so… tired.” You faintly turned to face Arthur. “Was like she lost her light.” A soft chuckle filled the moment. “Guess in the end… she did, huh?”

”I’m… Listen, I-”

”You wanna know how she died, Arthur?” You were facing him now, your face calm yet the grip you had on a spare rock from the ground said otherwise. “She used the exact mechanisms my father’s usin’ right now.” You turned your attention to the rock in your hands, fingers nimbly toying with it. “Turns out, you know, that she didn’t want a child. She wanted to be free… but was tied down because of me—and dad? Oh, well, he had his teachings to do. No, he could never come home on time or spend some moments with his only kid.” You tossed the rock away from you, your eyes narrowing to keep yourself at bay. “Don’t think he wanted a child either.”

”Now that ain’t true.” Arthur interjected before flinching slightly at your glare yet not faltering. “I dunno about your mama but Reverend loves you.”

”If he loved me then why the hell are we out here having to look for his sorry ass?!” You yelled, getting up from your spot and walking away a few steps. “If he loved me then why was he never there for me? When men would be lookin’ at me weirdly, or when kids would hurt me ‘cause I only had one parent? What about when I was almost kidnapped ‘cause his dumbass had a damn “meeting” to go too, huh?”

Arthur got up too with his hands held up in surrender as he took careful steps towards you. “Easy now. It’s okay. You’re okay.” But his words fell on deaf ears as you let your pent up emotions explode inside you.

”I was six when I learned what death was. I tried killin’ myself, then tried again a few months later. I was eight when I tried to talk to him only for him to push me away. I was nine when I ran away before comin’ back. It’s funny, you know, ‘cause it was like he didn’t notice I was gone.” You swallowed down the sob that desparely wanted to come out, instead letting whimpers leave your mouth. “I was fourteen when I realized he didn’t care for me. He never did, he only worries about himself—if you can even call whatever he’s doin’, “worrying”.”

You furiously wiped at your eyes, teeth eating away at your bottom lip to stop yourself from crying more. “Arthur. Arthur, I’m bein’ honest when I say this,” you took in a shaky breath, “I’ve dreamt of killin’ him. I’ve always felt free when I did it, too. It felt so refreshin’ to me. Was like chains were melted off and I could finally run again. It’s a feelin’ I chase after every time we have to look for him.”

When you looked up at Arthur with those vulnerable eyes, he was at a loss for words. He thinks back to his own memories of you being that happy-go-lucky kid he grew up with and felt his chest tighten. So was that all a facade so you could hide away your pain? How had he not noticed to sooner? Did anyone else know? Dutch? Hosea? You were close to those two but… did you ever really let them in?

”I’m… I’m sorry, I…” Those were not the words he wanted to say. Truly, he didn’t know what to say. He knew Swanson was not an ideal father but this—this is how you were treated? How you lived your life? “I don’t… know what to say.”

”No one ever does.”

After a short pause, Arthur felt his own anger begin to form when your died down. “Why the hell do we still keep him ‘round then? If he’s like this to you, then why don’t we just get rid of him? You’re the only one we really need. You hunt, fish, and you can even haggle someone almost as well as Hosea! He doesn’t do shit-”

”Arthur, I thank you for feelin’ my anger for me but it’s… I hate him, I do, but it’s more complex than that.” Now you felt bad for pulling your friend along with your emotions. You should’ve kept your mouth shut like you always had, only showing anger when it was just you and your dad alone.

Huffing, Arthur let his hands hold onto his belt as he leaned on his foot. “Well… we got all the time in the world for you to talk.”

While you dried off your wet face with your sleeve, you tried to formulate the correct words. “It’s… hard to explain. If he’s gone then… I’ll have no more blood-family. ‘Nd despite everythin’, well, he still let me go with him to join Dutch when he could’ve left me.” You voice trailed off, your eyes straying from the looks Arthur was giving you. “I-I know, okay? It’s idiotic for me to feel like this even after all that’s happened but I just—I can’t leave him to fend for himself. He lost his wife, ‘nd now I’m all that he has. Even if we don’t talk…”

”I don’t think I’ll ever understand you.” Arthur muttered as he took steps towards you. “I ain’t ever been in your boots so I guess I can’t say much but,” cautiously, he put his arms around you, “if you ever want his ass gone, just say so. Or if you… if you wanna leave ‘nd let him stay with the gang then… that’s alright. Just tell me beforehand, okay? I’d be mighty down if you up and left without a goodbye.”

You nodded your head while you returned the hug. Your eyelids stung and your body felt heavy from your outbursts of emotions, though you couldn’t deny how safe you felt right at this moment.

Closing your eyes, you let yourself get lost in the feeling of being openly loved by someone you held dear to you.

Arthur had been your first since you were first welcomed to the gang and a side of you berated yourself for keeping silent from him for so long. Still, within these moments, you felt alright. You felt… free. “I won’t leave. Not when I have someone like you lookin’ out for me.” You tried to bury yourself deep into his chest, wanting to stay with this comfort for much longer. Softly, you whispered out, “Thank you.”

[fangedprince-reblogs]

im having the most love hate relationship with the rise of skywalker rn like?

ben solo/adam driver really did carry this movie huh

That said, daisy ridley was fucking great and rey deserved better

like bitch??? ngl i did actually like rey palpatine it gave that little connection to the OT and PT

but rey SKYWALKER? like damn ben fucking earned that family name for himself, it was his, and rey gets the credit for it because reasons

rey absolutely would not have taken that for herself

an alternative: "rey who?" "rey of the rebellion/resistance/republic" because that's literally WHO she was

her family was ultimately the resistance

a bunch of ppl keep saying palpatine won but like... he didn't? rey and ben literally restored balance like anakin was supposed to?

on that note grey jedi rey was the best decision they could make

also: force ghost anakin/obi wan shouldve appeared

like come on, anakin could get in there one time to give some advice or whatever to some girl he didn't know but had nothing to say to his own grandson who was in so much anguish because of him

if nothing else, obi wan couldve given the child named after him some guidance

this is more of a minor what if but ben shouldve lost an arm when fighting the knights of ren with leia/luke's saber

like, his old saber was unstable and angry but it protected him with the crossguard

so when he accepts the calmer, non-split saber he's accepting the skywalker legacy and the fact that he's no longer protected by his hatred

and as hes accepting the skywalker legacy, he accepts the curse of losing his hand in a lightsaber battle

anyways i owe petty bitch hux my life

someone tell me why poe and finn had to fight most of the movie?

dont make my boys suffer pls

john and oscar pulled it off well tho

honestly if it werent for the acting then this movie would be so much worse

they really killed of Rey's character arc huh

this whole movie was about not having to go it alone but that's exactly what rey did by the end

started off as a loney child on a desert planet, ended as a lonely woman on another desert planet

if they had ended it before rey went to tatooine then maybe we'd have a better ending

also: instead of just having force ghosts luke and leia, all the jedi should've been there

yes that includes PT stuff

im still bitter about the new trilogy trying to erase the events of the PT

like i understand not wanting some of it to be remembered

but SO much characterization and lore was in there

palpatines evil wasn't fully understandable without knowing his actions in the prequels

anyways anakin and qui gon's ghosts shouldve been in the ending

also this movie did really rely too much on references to the OT

i mean yeah the han solo comeback was awesome

and i missed lando a bit

but like... the movie cant ride on the occasional "oh my god"s and "it's ___!"s of the audience

also how did rey find another kyber crystal for her lightsaber those things aint cheap

why did ben have to die after a reylo kiss

my mans just redeemed himself and made himself a likeable character that wasn't a whiny child

and they just... killed him huh

i feel like they were going for an anikin/padme parallel but happier and sis its not working lmao

anakin and padme had genuine chemistry and moments to just be themselves among each other

reylo stabbed some people

still tho... im almost warming up to the pairing lol

perhaps if they'd gotten a few more minutes of being them then things would've turned out differently

but they didn't so ben died for... idk who knows lol

fuckin... they could've held the balance together? if they killed palpatine together then rey wouldn't give into her hatred and become a sith?

in conclusion: this movie was... who knows but i owe adam driver my life