#so grateful - like I don’t wanna get emotional but this meant so much fo me and I cherish all of y’all

[kedsandtubesocks]

I’m so grateful I got to celebrate with so many of you and I’m beyond thankful for the love and kindness y’all so warmly embrace me with, it truly means the world and know you all light up my days so much 💖

Thank y’all again from the bottom of my heart! 🥺

[lovingumi]

hii can i request for a suna angst to fluff where suna hasnt been spending time with his gf cause hes been planning a surprise party for her birthday but one the day of her birthday he decided to not greet her because he wanted to surprise her but then he sees her crying in a corner when they were about to go home and she doesnt tell him why then he brings her home then boom surprise hehe thank you

— surprise.

⤷ hii can i request for a suna angst to fluff where suna hasnt been spending time with his gf cause hes been planning a surprise party for her birthday but one the day of her birthday he decided to not greet her because he wanted to surprise her but then he sees her crying in a corner when they were about to go home and she doesnt tell him why then he brings her home then boom surprise hehe thank you

synopsis: suna surprising his girlfriend for her birthday, only to hurt her in the process because of the lack of communication.

pairing: suna rintarō x fem!reader

warnings: none

+ i’m sorry for taking so long, really. and i’m sorry if you meant this in way that they would be adults and not high schoolers, i realized that it could be that after almost being done with writing it. not too happy with this one, but my skills have gotten a bit rusty </3

“_____? hey, _____!” you woke up from your daydream and stared in to osamu’s eyes, blinking as realization came back to you. “we’re done, we can go home.” you looked around in the classroom and saw that it was already empty besides the two of you and the teacher.

he was already gone too.

“rin already left and went home, didn’t he?” you mumbled, packing your bags as you glanced at the miya. he grimaced and nodded. “yeah, he’s been kinda busy lately.”

you cocked your head and let out a bitter chuckle. “i’ve noticed.”

the two of you met up with atsumu and started walking home together, since the three of you lived close by each other.

“say, twins.” you kicked a stray pebble, watching it flick to the side of the road as you heard them both hum.

“is he planning on breaking up with me? is that it?” your grip on your bag tightened as you sunk your teeth in to your lower lip, not wanting to get emotional at the thought of losing him right before your birthday.

“what? no—!” your head snapped up to look at atsumu, your brows furrowed as you realized that they wouldn’t say anything to you. they wouldn’t betray their friend for some girl they happen to know.

“should’ve figured you guys wouldn’t say anything.”

the rest of the way was silent, with some occasional jokes coming from atsumu that no one laughed at and osamu just telling him that he should stop.

you were about to go left as the twins were about to go right until osamu called your name. “please don’t doubt him, _____. he really does love you, just be a little more patient.”

your eyes were cast down as you nodded, smiling while waving them off as you were on your way back home.

you didn’t receive a goodnight text either.

the next day the twins arrived at your home earlier than normal with grins and a birthday cake. a sweet smile appearing on your face as you saw these two dorks at your doorstep.

“gonna invite us in and eat the cake or do you wanna stay here and do nothing?”

you giggled, opening the door wider for them to enter and start your day with some cake and two boys that would probably eat everything.

although you secretly hoped for someone else to come.

after having eaten a tiny piece and gotten ready for the day, you left with each twin by your side and started the school day with a smile accompanied by some anxious feelings that were brewing inside of you.

and him avoiding you didn’t help in the slighest.

the day passed with you barely seeing your boyfriend. every time you spotted him and had a split second of eye contact, he immediately dashed and left you alone by yourself. so you just stopped trying for the rest of the day and focused on your lessons while watching the clock tick slowly.

you walked outside to the tree that started blossoming it’s pretty pink flowers after you were done for the day, leaning against it as a soft breeze went through your hair. the sky was blue with faint clouds decorating it, the sun shining bright and giving you a perfect birthday.

if it wasn’t for him acting like this.

yet you decided to wait for him at your meet-up place, wanting to know what this was all about, even if it meant that it would break your heart in the process.

but you just couldn’t stop your frustration and anxiety from tipping over.

“hey, thanks for waiting, let’s g-“

the second his eyes settled on you, he stopped his sentence. he noticed your puffy eyes and red nose, guilt immediately filling his body at the thought of him abandoning you for a day or three having this much effect.

“can you bring me home, please?” you whispered, avoiding his eyes and crossing your arms over your chest.

he nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking quietly besides you. “that was the plan anyways, i’d never let you walk home,” he tried, glancing at you for a second.

you nodded, eyes dead set in front of you as your legs took you to your home.

“i know.”

the birds singing and the leaves shuffling against each other filled the quiet air, your once tensed face easing up at the serene environment around you.

moments later you arrived home, turning around to face suna who shifted his weight from one leg to the other. “thank you fo-“

“can i come in?”

you blinked at him, not understanding why he suddenly wanted to be around you and daring to interrupt you after everything he pulled. you just shook your head, not having the energy to give him an answer and turned around, unlocking the door.

you took off your shoes and felt his chest pressed against your back in the tiny entrance. you quickly stepped into the living room, only to be greeted with your friends and family members with balloons of your favourite colours hanging around.

“surprise!!”

you stared at them, your mouth slightly open and eyes wide.

“.. huh?”

atsumu stepped forward and brought you in for a hug, your side pressed against his as he pulled you further down the living room. “why is our birthday girl lookin’ so sad, huh?”

you blinked, the function of talking having disappeared as you quickly pulled away from atsumu and turned around to suna who stood there awkwardly.

“happy birthday, _____”

you squinted your eyes for a split second and turned to the rest and thanked them, telling them you’d be back in a moment after talking with suna.

he raised his brows and turned around, walking back outside with you following quickly after.

“this is why you ignored me? you planned this?” he nodded, grimacing at the way you were being to straight with it.

tears filled your eyes once again as you punched his chest weakly. “y-you had no reason to do that to me! you could’ve remained how you were, why did you need to make me feel like i did something bad?” you cried, your fists on his chest as your head fell between them.

“i- i thought you were going to break up with me.”

he hesitantly wrapped his arms around you, pressing you closer to himself as the two of you just stood there in front of your door.

“i’m.. sorry. i could’ve handled it better.” you nodded, sliding your hands away from his chest and around his waist instead. “yeah, indeed you could have,” you sniffled, starting to feel better as all the negative thoughts and energy left your body.

“idiot.”

you felt his chest vibrate, his soft and low chuckle ringing through your ears as you lifted up your head and stared into his emerald green eyes.

“but.. thank you. i appreciate it, rin.”

he hummed, leaning down and pressing a kiss against your forehead. “it was no problem, baby.”

you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and pulled away from him. “now, let’s see if you got a good present that can make up for your stupid way of handling this.”

he grinned and rolled his eyes. “please, my present is easily the best, tsk.”

you cocked an eyebrow and laughed. “oh yeah? let’s find out, mr. i’mthebest,” you mocked, only to receive a lazy mocking back.

and so you grabbed his hand and pulled him back inside with you, immediately being greeted with osamu’s smile that basically told you ‘i told you so, didn’t i?’

and you just nodded, tightening your grip on suna’s hand as atsumu told you to open his present first with a mouth full of onigiri.

these guys weren’t perfect and didn’t necessarily execute the things how they should be executed, but their intentions were always pure and you’d forever be grateful for their presence in your life.

[5-falsehoods-phonated]

(Prompts with boxes have been taken, highlighted have been written)

Requests for this card are closed, thank you to anyone who sent in requests! Completed stories are planned to be posted all through December and most likely into January, so if you don’t want to see them you can block the tag #false bthb. As always shoot me an ask if you wanna be tagged in future stories!

I received this request from @atlasistryingherbest​, I hope you like it!

All Dolled Up

Summary: Fearing Roman’s newfound obsessions after the events of SvS Redux, Patton decides to break things off with him before they can get worse. If only he realized just how bad it could be. Written as a request from tumblr.

Warnings: bruises, forced confinement, threatening with a weapon, unsympathetic -if there are more let me know

Ships: Royality, Roman x Patton

Prompt: Defeated and Trophified

“You can’t-!”

“Roman!” Patton reached out to him with a desperate plea, trying to scramble to find the right words that would make all of this okay. “Everything’s gonna be okay, kiddo.’

Mentally berating himself as hurt flashed in Roman’s eyes he nevertheless held his gaze in earnest. “We love you.”

“Right.” Thoroughly dejected Patton watched as Roman sunk out, shame tinting his cheeks as he tried to make it seem like he had everything together, despite the lesson he had just learned not ten minutes before. He was grateful as Janus and Thomas reassured him but  he couldn’t keep his thoughts from drifting to the image of Roman alone in his room, having to ride out his conflicting emotions on his own and the miserable expression never leaving his face as he did so. That wasn’t the way to leave things with the prince, that wasn’t the way to leave things with anyone but especially someone he cared so deeply for and shared so much with.

Mind made up after he was sure Thomas would be alright with Janus he quickly sunk out to the regular common room, seeing no sign of anyone let alone Roman he made his way up the stairs and towards the door he had walked to so many times it was muscle memory at this point. All the sides had different kinds of relationships with each other, whether it  was familial, platonic or romantic and Patton and Roman were certainly no exception. With their shared enthusiasm fo the things they were interested, their strong urge to take care of the members of their family and Thomas and their passion to make other happy no matter what it was never really a stretch to imagine the two of them together; so it came as a surprise to know one when just that ended up happening. 

The mindscape had certainly been a brighter, happier place since they had made their relationship official, even if Virgil did cringe and scoff teasingly while Logan simply rolled his eyes and requested if they they were going to engage in public displays of affection then to please do it elsewhere or at least warn him so he could leave the room. Hand holding, hugs from behind, cheesy musical numbers, forehead touches, cuddles at movie night- nothing was below them when it came to showing their love for one another. But everything started to change when Janus began to come around, especially since Patton was the first one he had impersonated.It had hit Roman hard that he hadn’t recognized the deceitful side until later on ,and no amount of Patton telling him that that’s what he did and was supposed to do and he wouldn't be Deceit if he wasn’t good at well...deceiving could convince Roman of anything other than Janus was a horrible person from that day forward. A villain meant to be shunned and punished like any other Disney villain should be. At first Patton had somewhat agreed with him but as time passed he began to doubt that notion more and more...until today he realized he needed to take a step back and really evaluate what it was that Janus contributed to their family as a whole.

He lamented his mistakes of how he handled Janus’ situation- all of the “dark sides” situations really. All they were doing was their jobs how they knew how to do them, and maybe their methods were a bit misguided but so were his own to an extent. He needed to learn how to adapt and let go of past misconceptions- and that came with getting Roman to understand that as well.

He stopped short of knocking on the Prince’s door to listen for any sound coming through, from his or any of the other doors. He figured Logan wouldn’t be particularly happy to have been dismissed and replaced yet again but that was something to unpack and fix on another day. So Logan and Virgil would most likely be boiled up in their respective rooms waiting for the figurative fire to die down before venturing out again. Remus was most likely preoccupied with something Janus had left him to keep him busy and away from making Thomas’ mental state even more scattered than it already was and Janus himself was going to be occupied with their manifestor for at least a couple more hours after everything that had happened. He and Roman would have plenty of time to themselves then to work out what needed worked out for them to hopefully be okay again. 

Taking a deep breath he tentatively knocked on the door and, hearing no answer, knocked a bit more firmly before easing it open and glancing quickly around the room before his gaze landed on Roman. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, still in his rumpled prince costume with his hands folded between his knees and his eyes shining with unshed tears as he made stubborn, steady eye contact with the floor. Patton sighed quietly as he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him and carefully stepping over to sit beside the other. 

“Roman-”

“Am I-”

They both stopped as they started at the same time, Roman ducking his head down further and angrily swiping tears off his cheeks. Patton was thankful when the hand he placed on the others knee was left there, looking back up at Roman’s face and smiling kindly. “Go on Roman, I wanted to hear your thoughts.”

“You’re about the only one.” Roman muttered, looking away and towards the door as if debating how quickly he could run and hide somewhere else before his shoulders dropped as he resigned himself to his fate. “Patton, am I..am I still needed?”

Patton gasped quietly, squeezing his knee tightly. “Of course, why would you think-”

“Because if Deciet is coming around, being accepted...if he’s going to be a part of things now...I don’t know what that means for us. For Thomas.” Roman finally turned to face him, his eyes shining earnestly. “I always thought him the villain, someone to vanquish when his deceitful means seeped into the mindspace too much, someone to wave my sword at to defend my and everyone else's honor. But if he isn’t the villain...and I was in the wrong...doesn’t that then make me-”

“Please don’t finish that sentence.” Patton gently took Roma’s face in his hands and leaned closer, making sure to capture his eyes. “You are not the villain Roamn, you never could be. Sometimes...well sometimes there doesn’t even have to be one and that’s okay. Things are changing and that’s okay.”

Roman scoffed quietly. “Patton, you’re the one who likes change the least out of all of us.”

“Which is why I’m the one that needs it the most.” Roman was quiet at that, closing his eyes and leaning his forehead against Patton’s softly, making him small and moving his hands from Roman’s cheeks to loop around the back of his neck gently. It was comforting and quiet, neither of them wanting to move and speak again in fear of ruining the temporary standstill they had come to. Eventually Patton shifted, pressing his lips softly to the prince’s nose and smiling when he was rewarded with a soft laugh. 

“It’ll be okay, Roman you’ll see. Everything always works itself out.”

“But what if something happens? We can’t just leave him with Thomas.”

Patton grinned at him sheepishly. “Well...he’s already with Thoams and has been since I left. Nothing bad has happened yet has it?”

Roman’s lips thinned as he looked down at his lap, twisting his fingers in an uncharacteristically nervous way. “What does that mean for me? I- I don’t know what I’m doing anymore.” He looked up imploringly. “You- Patton you need to be there when I mess up. I still trust you to know right from wrong and if you’re there to keep me in check I’ll be their hero again!”

“That’s not quite how-”

“No it’s perfect; I’ll just tell you everything I’ll do before I do it and you can say yes or no and then I won’t mess up again!”

“Sweetheart I can’t do that.”

“Patton no you have to! Everyone already hates me, I have to do better, I can’t just- not be better.”

Patton grasped his hands and squeezed, hoping to distract Roman from his spiraling thoughts. “Nobody hates you honey, I swear on my honor as a side of Thomas. But I can’t be there all the time. We’re going to make mistakes going forward, and the ones we’ve already made are still going to hurt, but all we can do is try our best and let that be enough. I wasn’t lying when I said we still love you.”

He brought Roman’s hands up to his lips and planted a chaste kiss on the knuckles. “And I will never lie when I say I still love you, Roman. We aren’t our mistakes, we are the growth that comes from them. It’s going to be okay.”

Patton wasn’t sure if Roman truly understood but accepted the other nodding his head anyway, even if Roman did look incredibly deep in thought. It had been a long day for all of them, they both just needed some rest and hope that the next day would be a better one. Nodding to himself, Patton stood and gently ran his fingers through Roman's hair. “It’s getting late. Wanna watch a movie and cuddle before bed?”

Roman leaned into the gesture and moved to reach for his laptop; Patton, taking that as an agreement, snapped them both into their pajamas and summoned a fluffier blanket for them to snuggle under. Any more conversation could wait for tomorrow, now was the time to wind down with his favorite person in the mindscape.

-----

The next few days...weeks...worries Patton to say the least.

Roman could never be found less than a few feet from his side, and although he’d usually find it sweet and endearing the way his every movement was tracked like he was small prey being hunted had begun to make him twitchy. If the others noticed they didn’t say anything, which made Patton feel as if he was simply overreacting and just more jumpy than usual from the frog incident. He giggled at the thought- that would certainly make sense.

But it wasn't just that. Despite their heart to heart Roman was consulting him before nearly every decision he made, down to whether he put creamer in his coffee since that might be taking away from the others. Patton had hoped this phase would only last a couple of days and then they could move on but it honestly didn’t seem to be stopping anytime soon. He was loath to speak to the others about it since everyone was still a bit touchy and Roman couldn’t be shaken long enough to talk to anyone else in private anyway. Which left talking to Roam about it himself.

Which Patton...also didn’t want to do. He loved Roman with his entire being, and their relationship had always been a steady, even give and take. They had pretty good communication considering their individual track records and always made sure to set and respect boundaries, but with Roman being a bit testier...to say the least. More demandant for answers that Patton simply didn’t want or feel the need to give. Picking what T.V. show to watch, especially if it was just the two of them was not an entire dilemma that needed solving before they could move on!

And yet...when he didn’t answer, Roman had started to get more and more demandant. Throughout their relationship Roman had never once raised his voice at him, but it was becoming more and more a constant occurrence. He needed constant reassurance that he was doing fine and no one hated him and Patton still loved him which he would normally be happy to give, but it was so much. It was too much for any side alone to undertake upholding an entire sides’ mental health. To the point where he could feel his own slipping, and still he said nothing. For the first time in his existence Patton was almost...afraid of Roman. He had so many outbursts now and his movements towards Patton were always so jerky and it made him twitch away which only meant Roamn needed more reassurance and so the cycle continued. But enough was enough.

Breaking things off with Roman was surprisingly easy for how much his stomach was twisting with the nerves. Roman remained passive through it, expression so neutral you could pretend they were discussing the weather or what tp have for breakfast the next day. He was so afraid, so ready to have to call on another side for help, but he shouldn't have and he immediately felt incredibly silly for even having the thoughts. This was Roman, and Roman would never hurt him no matter how much he was spiraling right now. He’d wait a little longer for everything to cool off and then they’d have a meeting and discuss how to move forward. Simple. Then maybe when both he and Roman gained more solid ground to stand on they could try again and everything would fall perfectly back into place.

-----

That night Patton crawled into bed alone for the first time in years, missing the warmth of strong arms wrapped around his middle and holding him close until morning. He consoled himself with the thought that things weren’t completely over between them; it was just a small break. Everybody needed those from time to time and Roman had understood completely. He had just settled in to sleep for the night when his eyes snapped open suddenly. What was that?

He sat up in bed and listened carefully, sure he hadn’t been imagining the sound. Just as he was about to shrug it off and lay back down he heard it again faintly.

“Patton.”

The voice was so faint but now that he had heard it there was no mistaking it. Ripping off the bed sheets he hurried to his door and swung it open, listening carefully to hear the voice again.

“Patton.”

Moving to the stairs and rushing down them he turned into the living room and gasped at what he saw before him.

“Patton.” Janus’ voice was relieved but pained, tugging at the restraints that held him fast to the back of the rather small cage he was being held in. Dark bruises littered his face and his eyes blinked slowly as he struggled to focus on Patton. Rushing to the door of the cage Patton fiddled with lock as he looked desperately around for a key, his mind whirling too fast to form a coherent thought.

“Janus who did this? How can I get you out?”

“Patton you need to leave me.”

“I- what?” But you called me down, he wanted to say, shaking the thought away. Janus was clearly in no position to voice coherent thoughts. “No. We need to get you out. Do you know where the key is? We can start there.”

“You need to leave, I deserve this. I’m the villain- I deserve to be punished.”

Patton’s eyes widened, shaking his head vehemently. “No. No, you don’t, don’t talk like that. You deserve just as much as any other side and right now that means not being locked in a cage.”

Janus coughed out a laugh weakly. “Are you sure about that?”

“Of course, honey. Let me just-” Frustrated Patton shook the bars of the cage, pausing when Janus locked eyes with him, a steady glare boring into his very being.

“Wrong choice, love.”

-----

Patton cowered in the far corner of the cage, eyes tracking Roman’s pacing fearfully as his wrists rubbed raw above his head. He still couldn’t dispel the image of Janus’ face melting into Roman’s, the cage falling apart only to wrap around and trap him instead as Roamn had straightened in front of him, eyes filled with nothing but passive disdain as Patton had pleaded desperately, mind confusingly fuzzy and still trying to comprehend what had happened. The had sunk out into Roman’s room, where he had been pulled to the far side of the cage and tied to the bars so that there was no chance of jiggling the lock on the far side to escape, leaving him trapped and scared and at the mercy of whatever it was Roman had become in the face of his perceived rejection.

Suddenly a knock was heard at the door, Patton tensing as the tip of Roman’s sword was thrust in front of his face.

“Roman? Patton? It’s after 9, Lo made breakfast.” Virgil’s voice came through the door. Roman nodded his head, an unspoken warning in his eyes as he gestured for Patton to go ahead. 

Swallowing hard, Patton called out. “We’re both in here kiddo! Just- finishing up a project; might take a bit though.” He struggled to contain himself, to contain the anxiety rolling off him in waves so Virgil wouldn’t sense it and god forbid become suspicious. He needed to keep everyone safe, even at his own cost. 

There was a pause, and then: “Are you guys sure? I can bring something up.”

“No need hun, thank you though. We’ll get something in a bit.”

“Okay.” They both listened as the footsteps faded away before Roman turned to face Patton, grinning wickedly.

“So, my heart; what is it that we’re doing today?”

Patton swallowed against, tears pricking at his eyes. “Getting rid of Jan- Deceit.”

“Good.” Roman moved the sword to gently caress his cheek. “And you’re going to do exactly as I say. I’d hate for this beautiful face to become just as deformed as that snake’s.”

He snapped his fingers and Patton’s pajamas were changed out for his regular attire, albeit a nicer variation of it. He could feel makeup cake his face thinly and he knew from the weight in his hair that his favorite barrettes had been pinned in neatly. Roman smiled and reached in to cup his cheek gently and Patton felt himself leaning into the touch despite the spike of fear he felt. 

“There,” The prince crooned. “A sweet little doll to puppet as I please. Deceit never could resist coming too close to what was out of his league now could he?”

Stifling a sob by biting his lip Patton could only watch as Roman moved away to begin concocting another illusion that would draw in Janus later that day. Hanging his head in shame, he sagged against his confines, feeling the ropes dig into his wrists and the cage run painfully against his spine. A useless doll thrown to a corner, forgotten in its disuse after its purpose was met.

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[unexpectedreylo]

What I Wanna See In TROS

I was kind of inspired by this blog post to do my own.  I don’t think I ask for too much.  As it is, we know we’re getting the Knights of Ren at last and just as I thought we were lacking a bounty hunter in the ST, it looks like Zorri Bliss will fit the bill.  So that’s two off my list.

The rest to me will either tie things up better with Eps I-VI and have the ST make sense in a meaningful way.  

Reylo

Why is Reylo so popular even though it’s “controversial” on the internet?  It’s because Star Wars is larger than life, it’s mythical, and it’s extra dramatic and the ST NEEDS a love story that is all of those things.  Finn/Rose is a B-block romance.  It’s not BIIIG enough with drama, high stakes, powerful emotion, and the fate of everything in its hands.  Reylo, though, is BIG.  What’s more dramatic than the two most gifted people in the Force, one in the light and one in the dark, on different sides of a war falling in love?  If you’re going to spend two movies building a Force bond between them and spend one of those films drawing them closer together in some kind of deep emotional intimacy, you have to make it pay off.  Sorry, cousins or celibate space friends aren’t going to cut it.  Meanwhile...

What Is Up With Reylo And The Force?

Everyone is obsessed with who Rey is.  I don’t think it matters who she is or where she came from.  WHAT she is matters.  Why did the Force choose her for this moment in time and to do what?  Obviously she is meant to have a connection with Kylo/Ben.  Obviously she is meant to set things right with the Skywalker clan.  But is there something more to it?  TLJ gave us the Throne Room fight scene not just because it looks cool but to have us understand that working together, Kylo/Ben and Rey are unstoppable.  When they are fighting each other, events have an uncanny way of making sure one doesn’t kill the other.  Beyond a romantic attraction, there is a mystical reason for them being together.  Abrams better tell us what that is.

Bonus:  George Lucas told James Cameron in an interview that his original intent with the ST was to introduce the Whills,which connect people with the Force (I guess along with the midichlorians).  So far, no Whills but it would make me very happy to see them introduced at last in this film if for no other reason than to help us understand what is going on.  Maybe the last scene of TROS is Artoo rolling up to the Whills and beeping, “Yo, I seen some s***” and that’s how they started writing the Journal of the Whills.

I’d give the movie another 50,000 points for including anything about the Force gods and the World Between Worlds.

Anakin

This story has had an Anakin-sized hole in it since TFA.  It’s Kylo who pays for Anakin’s fall in the past and it’s Kylo who idolizes a one-sided image of who his grandfather had been.  It’s up to the Chosen One to clear things up.  The question I have is why hasn’t his Force ghost appeared yet?  

Bonus:  Like the blogger I linked, I would LOVE to see Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, and other Jedi as well.  We already know we’re probably getting Force ghost Luke.  I’d give this movie an extra 100,000 points if Ahsoka the White turns up.  Boy wouldn’t that be awesome?

Classic “aliens”

It’s all fine and good to introduce new denizens of the GFFA but with some exceptions, I don’t find the designs as “fabuloso” as the ones done for the OT and PT.  What really grates is how they seem hellbent on avoiding any classic alien besides Admiral Ackbar, Nien Nunb, and Chewbacca.  Would it kill them to show us a Hutt, a Jawa, a Duros, a Neimodian, a Zabrak, a Twi’lek, a Rodian, a Togruta, or an Ewok to remind the audience we’re in the same universe?  (The PT did a great job balancing new creature/alien designs with including ones from the OT.)

Sneering

I’d like to see Hux or possibly this new Pryde guy or better yet Sidious sneer at Kylo with something along the lines of, “You and that....GIRL!”

Reylo Vs. Sidious

This is the only logical showdown I can see happening for the Great Climactic Battle.  Will Rey and Ben tag team it?  Or will it go weird and they do something like combine into one entity or generate a separate entity that they control?  However it happens, it’s time for our kissin’ space wizards to take out the trash once and for all.

Stormtrooper Revolt

I predict the FO is going to fracture into different factions and maybe that would be the perfect opportunity for the stormtrooper revolt Finn was supposed to lead in TLJ to happen.

The Jedi Returning For Good

As Max Von Sydow said at the beginning of TFA, the Force can’t be balanced without the Jedi.  So of course the Jedi have to be restored.  But it has to be a New And Improved Jedi Order free of what trapped it in the past.  Plus it has to let Rey and Ben hook up.

Reconciliation Between Ben And His Family

I don’t know how they’re going to pull it off re Leia but I think it’s VERY important for the Solo-Skywalker family to reconcile to bring this to a close.

And most importantly...

Bendemption

What the hell was all of this for if Ben finally doesn’t deny the truth that’s his family and remembers he did not come from the Dark Side?  

[a-simple-imagine]

Say Something - pt 2

Requested by me: Demi is starting to give up hope and so prepares her goodbye

Pairing: Demi Lovato x fem!reader

A/N - Once again I love these series. Means so much to me. I still cry

Part 1 Part 3

After that day in the hospital and I returned home, I realised how weird this was going to be. I'd been alone in the house before but the thought of Y/N not returning ever seemed to make the place feel so much bigger and empty. I didn't like it. I thought about her a lot. Each day there would be someone who would ask me if I was okay and I had to say yes. It was like I was trying to trick myself into believing that I was emotionally okay with this. It hurt a lot to picture the love of my life laying in a hospital. But I had to push on like nothing happened. It was an endless stream of work but I was grateful for it. It kept me distracted. I'd developed an interesting relationship with Y/N's mother too. We grew closer due to how often we'd talk on the phone. I couldn't even imagine how this was for her. The thought of losing a daughter seemed too painful to even comprehend. Y/N always talked about her mom. She was a huge influence in her life, Y/N adored her. I could see why. She was a very wise woman but also sweet. Surprisingly she wasn't anything like Y/N at least from what I could tell from our chats. Maybe she got her attitude from her father?

On a fine morning, we were driving to an interview. I was tired and I had a headache from my tight ponytail. I was grumpy, to say the least. Just as we arrived, my phone started ringing. I got it from my pocket. It was Y/N's father. He told me that Y/N had an infection. Apparently, they hadn't noticed it before. I was confused about how trained health professionals could miss such a thing but I guess we all make mistakes. Only my mistakes don't cost people their lives. I almost had a panic attack in the car. He continued to tell me they were doing everything they could but there was no easy way to fight an infection. I told my team about the call and they immediately asked if I wanted to cancel my interview. I didn't. I wanted to just carry on so I wouldn't think about it but even with all the work, I had to do I was distracted. I couldn't help thinking about whether she'd be okay.

Turns out she wouldn't be. She only got worse. Her body just wasn't fighting the infection and the medicine was just stopping it from spreading quickly.  After all this time I'd come to the realisation that at some point I was going to have to let go. I didn't necessarily want to but there was little chance of her waking up. I finally worked up the courage to go visit her since the news of her infection. Walking into that hospital, unlike all the other times, filled me with dread. Her parents were there. They told me the doctors think she hasn't got much time left. I entered her room with such caution. My eyes drifting over her, you could see the life had almost been drained out of her. She'd lost weight around her face. She was pale. I couldn't help but sigh. Last time I sat alone in this room I poured my heart out to her. I prayed to god that she would wake up but it didn't work. Was this me giving up? Doctors aren't always right. They got things wrong as we know. But even so, all of this was driving me insane. I was messing up performances. Drifting out in interviews. I couldn't even sleep. None of this was healthy.

"Y/N..." I took a deep breath. I had no clue what to say. I wanted to be strong for once. "So after talking to the doctors and your parents, they said I should probably say something before it's too late. And so after some thought, I'm choosing to say thank you. Thank you for loving me. Being there for me when I needed you. For everything. You've shown me things others never could and I'm eternally grateful for that. You're really something else, Y/N. We've had a lot of good times over the years and I wish there were more to come. I wish we had more time but for now, I'll just say I love you. A lot. Nothing will ever change that." I rose to my feet. It wasn't heartfelt or emotional. Reaching the door, I took one lasts look at her. "Goodbye."

I walked out into the hall met by her parents. They flashed warm smiles but didn't say anything. Her mother pulled me into a hug. Squeezing me rather tightly. It reminded me of the first time we met. It even looked like she had been crying. With an arm draped over my shoulder as a sign of comfort she began leading the way out the hospital but my mind drifted back to Y/N. That wasn't enough. She deserved more than that pathetic speech. I was just scared. Scared to actually let go. A stray tear fell down my cheek and that's when I knew I couldn't leave yet. I pushed Y/N's mothers arm off me and rushed back. Stumbling through the door of my unconscious girlfriend's room. Nobody followed me inside, I was surprised by that. I retook my place in the seat beside her bed.

"Sorry about before but I don't really know what to say, y'know? Is there something I'm supposed to say? I miss you but you already know that. I could say I love you but you already know that too. A few weeks ago when this first happened I was so sure you'd wake up. I had hope which quickly became my downfall. There was just so much that I still wanted to do with you that I think I refused to accept life without you. But now, I'm sitting here and I'm being told I have to. I've got to think of a future without you. Growing old without you. Having a family without you. And that hurts a fuck load. I feel like my heart is being ripped apart into thousands of pieces. But this is how it has to be, right? I don't want you to think I don't love you anymore because I do. I'm just... I'm giving myself a shot at being happy. That sounds harsh but I don't mean it to be. I'm never gonna forget you, Y/N. You'll always be someone I hold dear in my heart. You were a love I lost and I'll never forgive God for taking you away from me. It was too soon. Any time is too soon." My head dropped to rest against the bed. Tears silently dropping. I really did feel like I was giving up which made this whole thing more painful. I wanted to be with her forever. I wanted a life with her, no one else. I hate this. I hate it all. I don't wanna leave her. The things I would do just to see her smile again. What did I do to deserve this? What did she do? I get that we're not perfect but this isn't fair. My fingers tensed amongst the sheets as my hands balled into fists. Tears fell faster. I couldn't even bear to look up at her right now. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm sorry that I'm not stronger." I lifted my head just enough to look to my stay strong tattoo that graced both wrists. It wasn't enough. It made me cry more. I took a deep breath trying to calm myself down but it wasn't working. I let my head fall back to the bed. This was too hard for me. I had so many thoughts and emotions whirling around my head and I didn't know what to do. I couldn't help but think of our life together. How nervous she was to kiss me for the first time so I had to take the lead. Y/N tried to act all cool afterwards but the blush on her cheeks betrayed her. The huge grin left on her face as we cuddled up to watch the fireworks. It was perfect. The time she threw up all over my bed just after saying she loved me for the first time. She found it hilarious but it was honestly disgusting. I didn't take her seriously but she insisted that she didn't say it just because I was looking after her. There was the time she pretended to drown while at the beach just so I would go in the water with her. I did go in and she got stung by a jellyfish. I called it karma. She wasn’t laughing then. Even the first time we ever had sex, her first words afterwards were I've had better. She never meant it in a mean way and they ruined the moment entirely but it isn't something I would change. I wouldn't change anything about our relationship. Even all the silly arguments. It's what made it special. What made it ours. Sitting in the silence for what felt like forever actually helped me calm down a little. I finally looked to her once more and forced a smile. I was being selfish. I was only thinking of myself and what I wanted. Sure I wanted her to wake up but if she couldn't then it was wrong of me to be angry. She didn't ask for this. I know if she had the choice she'd be with me. "You'll always mean the world to me Y/N. You're the first person I genuinely feel like I loved. You weren't there to save me. I wasn't holding on to something that wasn't real. You just loved me for who I am. And what we had was beautiful. It was pure. Something truly irreplaceable and I'm forever grateful for our time together. But I guess this is it. We have to part ways. Part of me is still hoping you'll wake up. Call me a crybaby or something. Goodbye, Y/N. Forever."

I placed my hand over hers. Wanting to feel close to her before I gave up on what we had. I know I had no choice I'm the matter and this wasn't my fault but it still felt that way. The door opened and in walked Y/N's parents. They seemed sad which was understandable. They came and stood beside me. I looked up to them through tear filled eyes. I didn't know what to say to them and I had nothing more to say to her.

"Y/N, loved you a lot, Demi. And we're grateful she got to experience life with someone as amazing as you. We couldn't possibly thank you enough for what you did for her. We're sorry she's leaving you life so soon."

Her mother's voice had become so reassuring to me over the last couple of weeks that I almost always forget that this is affecting them too. "And I'm sorry, I couldn't protect her."

"That was never your job. All you had to do was love her."

"And I do... So much. But still, I'm really sorry that all of this happened. I know it's not my fault but I feel like I need to apologise because there is nothing else I can do. I mean that's your daughter. I can't even imagine how hard this must be for you guys."

"You don't have to do anything, we're grateful for our daughter and the fine woman she became. We're grateful she was happy and healthy and achieved so much. We can't change what happened now but we can keep her in our heart, I think that's what she would have wanted." Her mother was crying. So was her father. But compared to them I seemed a mess. I think they were putting on a brave face for me. They both placed their hands on mine which was still resting above Y/N's. It was like a final goodbye. A final moment to be close to her. It was bittersweet and I tried to smile. This really was the end.

When I felt her hand seemingly shift under mine, I didn't think much of it. That was until it happened again. I glanced up to see my girlfriend, just as before. Only this time her eyes were open.

"Y/N..."

She didn't say anything of course. Just blinked as she looked to us

"Oh my god, Y/N."

I looked at her parents who seemed more shocked than anything. Was this for real? Or was I about to wake up? I literally had to pinch myself to check. This was real. She was awake after all this time. My grip on her hand tightened. Tears falling once again. A few nurses came rushing in followed by a doctor. It was weird and I didn't know what to do. Everything was happening so fast. I was asked to leave the room and I was in no condition to argue. I took one last look at her and she seemed to be smiling. I returned it, wiping my cheeks. Mouthing the words I love you as I watched the door close on my girlfriend.

[sanversinsane]

I have a prompt based on my own insecurities. I've never related more to a character than I have with Maggie. I have depression and I deal with feeling like I'm not good enough or I'm always a burden to talk to.. maybe one where Maggie feels that way and Alex being amazing? It's okay if you don't wanna write it?

First of all I’m so sorry you deal with this kind of pain. I get it, and it’s definitely not fun. I hope I did this a little bit of justice.

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Maggie Sawyer had a dark side.

A sad side.

A side Alex had yet to see.

They had been dating for 4 months, and Maggie hadn’t had one episode. She was just so happy. She was blissfully happy. But that 4 month mark is where things usually start to change in her head. Because after 4 months she either finds a reason to leave, or they find a reason to leave her. All of her most recent relationships hadn’t made it much past 4 months, and the ones that had were just unhealthy.

But 4 months in and Maggie couldn’t find a flaw in Alex Danvers system. The flaws Alex had were manageable. They were things Maggie understood and could deal with. But, for the most part, Alex Danvers was an untouchable angel. She was perfect. And that was when Maggie began to find her out. Nothing was wrong with Alex, and everything was wrong with her, and she didn’t deserve a woman like her. She didn’t deserve her kindness, and her warmth, and her joy.

Because if she knew, if she really knew how Maggie got, Alex would run. They all ran.

She was having one of her bad days. Her really bad days where the only thoughts in her head were negative. She tried the exercises her therapist taught her, she tried her happy music playlist, she tried running, she tried distractions, but none of it worked. Nothing worked, so she dug herself into her hole and let herself get buried by the negativity, the sadness, the anxiety. The depression.

But Alex still existed. And Alex called. And called. And kept calling. And Maggie kept not answering because she couldn’t hide this. She knew Alex would hear it in her voice. Maggie couldn’t even bother to lift her hand to send a text. What would she even say? So she let it ring. And she blocked out Alex, because soon enough Alex would block her out.

But that’s not Alex. When Maggie heard the knock on the door she knew who it was. She knew it was her girlfriend. Her perfect. Compassionate. Loving as hell, girlfriend. She stayed quiet.

“Maggie, babe I know you’re in there.” Alex spoke through the door. “I can hear your music.”

Maggie didn’t reply. She stayed still. She stayed silent. But her heart beat a bit faster than it had at all that day, and that was something.

“Baby please open up.”

Nothing.

“Maggie Sawyer open this goddamn door, you’re scaring me.”

Maggie heard the sound of the knob jingling. She still didn’t move. She was molded to the couch. She wanted to yell at Alex to leave, to never come back, to save herself from the pitfall that is Maggie’s fucked up head. But something stopped her. A small small part of her wanted Alex to bust through the door and hold her.

And that’s exactly what Alex did.

She picked the lock. She threw open the door. She found Maggie on the couch. And she held her.

Maggie was numb. She wasn’t crying like she did sometimes. Those times were usually good because it meant she was feeling something. But no, this time she just felt numb and cold, but Alex’s arms warmed her up.

After god knows how long, Maggie finally spoke, for the first time in almost 24 hours. “Alex you should go.”

“No.” Alex replied.

“You should leave.”

“No Maggie, I don’t know what this is but I’m not leaving.”

Maggie sat up and looked at Alex. She felt tired, like you would if you took a sleeping pill but never fell asleep. “This is me Alex, and you deserve better than this.”

“Maggie talk to me.” Maggie felt the emotion seeping out of Alex’s eyes and her mouth. “Please talk to me.”

“They’re called depressive episodes.” Maggie sighed. “It started at 16. They were frequent and so horrible I couldn’t move sometimes. I was put on medication at 17 for depression. It helped sometimes but I still have my days. My really bad days.”

“Mags.” Alex grabbed her hand. “I’m here fo-”

“You need to leave Alex.”

“Maggie, nothing you say is going to get me to leave.”

“Please, I don’t want you to see me like this.” Maggie could feel it, the emotion entering back into her body. It felt like shame, disappointment, sadness, but it was feeling nonetheless. She felt the tears prick her eyes.

“Maggie this is nothing to be ashamed of. We all have something.” Alex squeezed her hand.

Maggie felt the tears begin to fall from her eyes. “But this is a bad something Alex. This is a dark, sad, depressing something that I don’t want to pull you into. You’re too good for this Alex.”

“Maggie look at me.” Alex said lifting Maggie’s head with her finger. “I am not to good for this. I have my things too.”

“Not like this.”

“I’ve been on medication for PTSD and extreme anxiety for the past 8 years.” Alex admitted. “And I mean crippling anxiety Maggie. Can’t move my body, panic attacks that feel like heart attacks, kind of anxiety. I get it Maggie.”

“But this is different-”

“It’s not Maggie. I get the shame, and I get the loneliness, but I’m here for you.” Alex said holding Maggie’s face in her hands. “I’m going to sit here with you until you feel better. Until you’re bad thoughts so away. Until you understand that I’m never leaving you, especially not like this, because that’s what I’d want you to do for me.”

“And if they don’t…go away?” Maggie asked, because most of the time they did pass but every time these episodes came her biggest fear was that it would just be an episode this time. That it would last, and it wouldn’t just go away.

“Than I guess I should make myself pretty comfortable on this couch huh?” Alex smiled a bit. “They will go away Maggie. They will.”

She hugged Maggie into her chest. Maggie’s ear rested right where Alex’s heart was changed behind her breast. She could hear it’s beating, steady and rhythmic. Maggie focused on that sound. She forced herself to listen to that heartbeat until it drowned all her bad thoughts. This was something she had never tried before, but it seemed to work. She had never tried it because no one ever held her like this, when she was like this. No one stayed. They all just called her crazy. They all just got freaked out, or ran. But Alex held her, and stroked her hair.

Soon Maggie was sitting up and hugging Alex back. Maggie kissed her, and thanked her, and cried on her shoulder. Not exactly a sad or shameful cry, but a thankful, grateful cry. Alex made her coffee and cuddled up with her on the couch where they watched dumb movies. It didn’t fix Maggie but it helped.

Alex helped.

For the first time someone helped.

And she still felt like this woman was too good for her, but this time Maggie refused to push this one away. She refused to push Alex away.