#finn is force sensitive!!!!!!!

[brokestrapmountain]

Feeling delusional rn…. old people Dinluke adopting Finn and having to go through him bringing Poe to one of the family dinners. Luke loves the Damerons and thinks Poe is a spunky kid who’s probably gonna end up getting his kid arrested but maybe it’ll do him some good. Din can’t stand Poe.

“We don’t know what his intentions are”

“Din he’s a kid, he’s only 19. Give him a break”

“Yeah, and what were YOU doing when you were 19”

[dalekofchaos]

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[zaddymaul]

no one ever:

me: fuck this im going to rewrite star wars

[eagna-eilis]

Hear me out, okay.

In 10 ABY, when 'Ahsoka' is set, Ahsoka is only in her mid to late forties.

At the end of TROS (she's not dead, sorry, I'm not having it), she would be about seventy.

Which is definitely not to old too old to teach Finn some Force stuff. Former child soldier to former child soldier.

Elder Ahsoka teaches Finn some Force Stuff AU like right now plz.

[triscribeaucollection]

Lonely Shadows

 Lonely shadows following me, Lonely ghosts come calling Lonely voices talking at me, Now I’m gone, now I’m gone, now I’m gone

Jango couldn’t find any record of a ship arriving. And yet.

The woman wasted no time, striding through the halls, introducing herself to any and every clone she crossed paths with. General Organa, she said. Leia, if any of them wanted to address her informally.

Her shadows pressed the ‘informal’ aspect a little harder. Just call me Poe; it’s only Commander Dameron in emergencies. He smiled wide and joked easily, inviting the troopers to relax more smoothly than his superior. The other one stayed quiet, for the most part. Drifted to the edge, if they happened to meet a large group of clones at once. Managed to find the wariest soldiers, every time, and kept repeating the same words.

 My name is Finn. I used to be FN-2187.

And each time, without fail, he got those same soldiers to loosen up. To look at him with awe in their eyes, and easily transfer it to Dameron, who’d offered him that name, and Organa, who never acted like he was anything other than a trusted confidant.

Jango didn’t think he was the product of a Kaminoan cloning vat. But. Wherever he’d come from, Finn carried himself like someone used to marching in armor, and said exactly the right things to make the troopers trust him, from those fully grown down to the smallest cadets. Even Dameron, for all his relaxed posture and open smiles, couldn’t manage it nearly so easily.

Neither of them paid Jango the slightest bit of attention as he stalked after their group, watching with folded arms at each stop. Organa, though. She glanced at him at least once per interaction, a single eyebrow arched in challenge.

 And my mother told me son let it be, Sold my soul to the calling Sold my soul to a sweet melody, Now I’m gone, now I’m gone, now I’m gone

Despite no record of the ship that dropped them off, the Kaminoans didn’t dither over assigning private quarters for the trio. Organa and Finn, after all, both carried lightsabers on their hips. Blasters, too, but the Jedi weapons stood out as more important. When Jango first tried to confront them, in the hall outside Lama Su’s main office, Organa looked him up and down, snorted, and flung Jango into the wall without lifting so much as a damn finger.

“Technically not a Jedi,” she told him, keeping Jango pinned in place with his feet dangling. “But my brother is. And I learned plenty from him.”

Clearly. He knew how some Force-users could make a phantom fist around their target’s throat, choking off airflow until they collapsed. Organa took that to a new extreme - it felt like getting flattened inside a trash compactor, with no room to move a limb or his head or even his lungs.

Only when the woman had walked halfway down the corridor with her two shadows did the pressure ease off, letting Jango drop to his knees and gasp for breath. And even so, he could still feel a sense of her watching him. Not malevolent, not amused, but assessing. And Jango liked that even less than he would if Organa acted like she was toying with him.

 Oh give me that fire Oh give me that fire Oh give me that fire Burn, burn, burn

[nuvomica]

i forgot i was once a star wars blog. waddahell

[starkissedblade]

that finn fic i think abt all the time is dust in the wind. i can’t find it. it’s one where he basically learns the force on his own, he gets out of the first order not thru Poe but he still ends up at maz’s place and i believe the last time it updated yrs ago, he was working there?

[captin-merc]

I watched Lego Star Wars Summer Vacation and this was my immediate reaction:

[winterswake]

please tell me sabine is not force sensitive i'm tired of this stupid shit

[richardgrimes]

remember when finn sensed that rey died

[artistactorathens]

Something I say all the time about the sequel trilogy is that I absolutely love the characters and absolutely hate the story they were unlucky enough to end up in (especially Finn)

man. the star wars sequel trilogy could have been so good if they hadn't fucked it up

[weregonnabecoolbeans]

I can’t believe they failed Finn and Poe so completely in The Last Jedi and The Rise of Skywalker

Like Finn’s story could have been such a cool one to focus on..one that we haven’t really seen in star wars

Instead they chose to push a weird and uncomfortable copycat mix of the OT and PT stories with Rey and Kylo Ren

Idk it’s actually kinda incredible how badly they messed that up

[wantonlywindswept]

WHY CAN I STILL NOT POST POLLS ON DESKTOP, TUMBLR

anyway for future fic things, opinions?

[drunk-on-starlight]

I think Rey's first students should be Jannah and her group of defectors.

Former stormtroopers, symbolic descendants of Clones, the ones who unwillingly killed the order helping to rebuild it.

[yourstrqly]

★ . . . 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖, 𝐊𝐑𝟕

pairing: kimi raikkonen x fem!reader

smut shot: in which kimi and you have a kids-free day resulting in a steamy session of period and shower sex.

an amused grin danced on the finnish f1 driver's lips, as you dropped yourself on his lap without saying a word but you didn't need to — the man knew why you came to him.

his attention was what you wanted; there were no kids at home today, letting them stay over for a few days at their grandparents house and giving you both a break to reconnect as a married couple.

"kulta", kimi greeted you, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear carefully. "can i do something for you?"

Leaning into his touch, you mumbled a kiss me please, eyes half-closed, waiting for the feeling of his lips pressed against yours. And he didn't disappoint, tilting your head up and him leaning slightly down to capture your plush lips, he grew fond of many years ago. there was something so soft and delicate about the kiss, no rush, no urgency. you loved to let completely go, giving him the lead.

you parted, taking each others face in before going in for another kiss, which was much more heated than the one before; lust built up and kimi bit your bottom lip to slip his tongue into your mouth, deeping the kiss, only making you whimper.

slowly, whilst making out like horny teenagers, you grind down, signaling that you wanted — needed — more.

"want to relief the pain?", he asked, a naughty glint in his eyes.

"kimi", you whine, "shower, now please."

as you want to get off his lap, your man presses his rough hand against you back, securing you in his arms. then he stood up, not minding your weight and makes his way to your bathroom. when you arrive, he carefully let's you down, pulling the clothes from your body before doing the same, gracing you with his lean muscles and sun-kissed skin you loved to kiss and lick.

you stare at his back as he steps in the shower, turning the water on and angles his body in such a way, that you get a glimpse of him, stroking his length. he's a piece of art to you.

"join me, kulta, or do you want to watch from there?", the Finnish man laughs. a blush creeps up your neck at his words and you shake your head; you don't just want to watch him — you're going to get what's yours. yours to please, yours to touch and yours to fuck.

without a warning the finn picks you up, forcing a yelp out of you and you wrap your legs around his waist.

"that's good?"

you nod in agreement, letting him push you against the cold tiles of the shower. he grabs his dick, stroking it against your puffy clit before dipping it slightly against you wetness, teasing you.

"fuck kimi, please stop with this", you moan out loudly, unashamed. "just fuck me already."

"so sensitive, I haven't done much yet", the retired f1 driver says, lust coating his voice.

Deciding not to tease you anymore, he reposition himself, slowly pressing into your with lust and blood coated warmth, letting you feel every ripple and vene.

A low moans escaped your throat as he's fully eased inside you. "fuck", you gasp, "you're big, so good."

kimi rolls is eyes at your whine; you know he's packed and sure, he loved your reminder but right now he just wants to fuck you hard. he brushed his hand over the bulge that had formed in your abdomen — nothing crazy like some porns described it but he liked seeing it whenever you had sex. he's just a man, enjoying the simple things in life.

"maybe you're just too small, love."

throwing a glare at him, you want to give him a piece of mind, not having this conversation about your high again. It's something that irks you.

"Nah, just up and let me fuck you hard and good, eh?" there's no hesitation, he does exactly what he just said, his long, slow trusts change in a deep, fast rhythm, making you lose your mind. you're a babbling mess, your arms secured behind his beck, pulling his hair to get him to groan and grunt louder.

you're nearly falling off the edge, whining whenever he hits your spot. two of his fingers massage your clit and that what tips you over. kimi fucks you through the orgasm, reaching his high minutes later, coming inside you.

he pulls out, tickling the last whimper out of you for the next few hours before repeating this. his dick his coated in your juice and blood, a dirty combination he loves — he bumps himself, smearing it on his soft length whilst watching his cum flowing out of your pussy.

[alloftheimaginesblog]

Headcanons for Finnick Odair in the bedroom...

Finnick holds a lot of trauma, repressed shame, anxiety, fear and worry around sex. Due to him being forced into prostitution by Snow after he won the games, sex became quite traumatic for him. He was trafficked and every day, the effects still haunt him.

He trusts you so he opens up to you about this, about these issues and my god, your heart breaks into one thousand little pieces.

He's open about it and has learned to talk about it and he tells you awful, horrid stories about his experiences. You cry with him, reaching out with kind hands to wipe his tears away and kiss him on the forehead.

"We don't have to, Finn... Not until you're ready and if you're never ready then that's okay. I want you to be comfortable and if you never want to have sex, that's okay but please just let me know. Tell me how you're feeling and what you're comfortable with."

He can't tell you how much he appreciates you saying that. The love, awe and admiration he has for you in that moment is overpowering.

He likes to kiss you and for a while, that's as far as he'll take things. He wants to go further, god, he wants you so bad but he's just not ready. You understand and you don't push.

When he is finally ready, my god... it's the best night of your life.

He's tentative at first, slow hands relearning skills he hadn't used in a long time but muscle memory exists and soon, he's confident and smirking.

He kisses you everywhere, head between your thighs with a skilled tongue. He grips your thighs as you lose control under his touch.

When he raises his head, he's smirking big and wide.

"You taste divine, gorgeous. Absolutely intoxicating."

He could spend hours between your thighs. He gets off on getting you off; he loves knowing how good he makes you feel, loves knowing that it's him that makes you feel this way.

He's a perfect mix of rough and gentle.

He doesn't overstep, if you're not comfortable with rougher sex, he'll keep it passionate but if you are comfortable with rough sex then get ready to wear his hand like a necklace.

He'll push your head into the pillows as he fucks you from behind, moans getting trapped in the sheets of the bed as he leaves red handprints on your ass.

He likes he tease you so denies you of orgasms until you're a screaming, sensitive, quivering mess.

He likes tying your hands up, using them to hold onto as he fucks you from behind, likes leaving you defenceless so that he can ravage you.

He'll leave love bites everywhere, he's possessive; he likes when other people know that you're his.

Breeding kink one hundred percent. He likes filling you with his cum, likes pushing it back inside you with his fingers and his tongue if it dribbles out of you.

He likes risky sex in public places; likes the excitement of the risk of someone seeing.

He gets jealous sometimes which results in hard, fast, possessive sex anywhere; against a wall, over a table, in a bathroom... anywhere.