For the first time in quite a while, she laughed freely. It was infectious, happy, and, these days, all too rare.
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For the first time in quite a while, she laughed freely. It was infectious, happy, and, these days, all too rare.
yikes!!! Sorry for my absolutely horrendous activity over here atm, I’ll try and get a few things done later on today, but if you ever want me and I’m not around then there’s a 80% chance I’m over on Watson xx
“the last of us” inspired sentence starters
lazarusarchived:
change pronouns/etc if necessary
“i sell hardcore drugs.”
“we need help.”
“this ain’t for kids.”
“you’re gonna be okay.”
“believe in the fireflies.”
“got enough ration cards to last us a few months.”
“be careful.”
“i am the romantic type.”
“don’t leave me to turn.”
“it’s gettin’ close to curfew.”
“going outside the wall is suicide.”
“you mumble in your sleep.”
“i hate bad dreams.”
“it’s called luck—and it’s gonna run out.”
“are you still breathing?”
“we’re shitty people.”
“our luck had to run out sooner or later.”
“don’t touch me.”
“she’s infected.”
“just fucking go.”
“i can’t swim.”
“does it sound like i know how to whistle?”
“i’m a pretty good shot with that thing.”
“let’s get the hell outta here.”
“goddammit—i’m clean!”
“i owe you nothin’.”
“there’s one inside.”
“it’s the normal people that scare me.”
“you of all people should understand that.”
“i can handle myself.”
“once upon a time, i had somebody i had to look after.”
“you don’t need to worry about me.”
“fuckin’ hunters.”
“i’m glad I didn’t get my head blown off by a goddamn kid.”
“i’ve been on both sides.”
“so–you kill a lot of innocent people?”
“you sacrifice the few to save the many.”
“i don’t think they saw us.”
“trust me, it ain’t easy.”
“damn it—spores.”
“somethin’ on your mind?”
“you make every shot count.”
“just so we’re clear… it was either him or me.”
“how’d i do?”
“yeah, well, i was tryin’ to kill you.”
“you’re bleeding.”
“we can help each other.”
“i saved you!”
“you wanna hear a joke about pizza? …never mind, it was too cheesy.”
“how is it you’re never scared?”
“what are you scared of?”
“i’m scared of ending up alone.”
“it’s all your fault!”
“thanks for not blowin’ my head off.”
“you survived because of me.”
“you lay your hands on me again, it won’t end well for you.”
“you still remember how to kill, right?”
“hey, hey—are you hurt?”
“i guess we’re both disappointed with each other, then.”
“what do you want from me?”
“i can’t get infected!”
“you are treading on some mighty thin ice here.”
“i’ve lost people, too.”
“you have no idea what loss is.”
“everyone i’ve ever cared for has either died or left me.”
“sounds like runners.”
“can you walk?”
“stay the fuck back!”
“i think we’re safe.”
“you’re a better shot with that thing than i am.”
“don’t sound so disappointed.”
“you handled yourself pretty nice back there.”
“i believe that everything happens for a reason.”
“you’re just a kid.”
“i can protect you.”
“i’ll come back for you.”
“you’re a fucking animal.”
“you have no idea what i’m capable of.”
“i’m gonna teach you how to play guitar.”
“another city, another abandoned quarantine zone.”
“is this everything you were hoping for?”
“we don’t have to do this.”
“i ain’t leavin’ without you.”
“i guess you can’t escape your past.”
“hands in the fucking air!”
“i pretty much lost everything.”
“no matter what, you keep finding something to fight for.”
it’s not even lunchtime yet and today has already been Too Much
; i hate u, @skywclkiing & @forcesensing.
[06/02/16 22:50:31] bubble ✘: YOU’RE NOT EVEN MY REAL MOM [06/02/16 22:50:31] tweet: Ffygffttyhhuikjyyuijgtjkyt [06/02/16 22:50:42] tweet: HOW DARE U OMG [06/02/16 22:51:01] Dee: Soft gasp [06/02/16 22:51:04] tweet: Ur tearing this fam apart kylo [06/02/16 22:51:19] bubble ✘: YOU JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE EMO [06/02/16 22:51:27] bubble ✘: IT’S NOT A PHASE; IT’S WHO I AM [06/02/16 22:51:47] tweet: Panics at the disco [06/02/16 22:52:05] Dee: Falls out of a boy [06/02/16 22:52:35] tweet: The chemicals of a romance [06/02/16 22:53:55] Dee: Black veils a bride [06/02/16 22:56:34] tweet: One-hundered eighty-two Blinks [06/02/16 22:59:08] Dee: Parades on Mayday [06/02/16 22:59:32] bubble ✘: sleeping with a siren [06/02/16 22:59:48] tweet: Days of Green [06/02/16 23:00:13] Dee: Slips not [06/02/16 23:00:38] bubble ✘: pierces the veil [06/02/16 23:00:41] tweet: Ram a Stone [06/02/16 23:01:36] bubble ✘: falls reversely [06/02/16 23:04:42] tweet: Low All the Time [06/02/16 23:05:03] bubble ✘: escaping the fate [06/02/16 23:05:11] Dee: Evens essense [06/02/16 23:07:23] tweet: Half a minute to Mars [06/02/16 23:07:39] bubble ✘: a hotel in tokyo [06/02/16 23:07:55] Dee: Death cabs for cute people [06/02/16 23:09:41] tweet: Outcasts of Euro-American decent [06/02/16 23:10:10] Dee: Link in parks [06/02/16 23:10:14] bubble ✘: parallel park some more [06/02/16 23:10:36] Dee: I hate this I cant stop laugjing [06/02/16 23:10:36] bubble ✘: or alternatively: more paranormal [06/02/16 23:10:57] tweet: Emo garbage I hate the both of you
hunger games trilogy || starters
veilled:
feel free to change pronouns , tenses , etc .
❝ it takes 10 times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart .❞ ❝ why am i not dead ? i should be dead .❞ ❝ having an eye for beauty isn’t the same thing has having a weakness .❞ ❝ i wish i could freeze this moment , right here , right now , & live in it forever .❞ ❝ no one really needs me .❞ ❝ remember , we’re madly in love , so it’s all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it .❞ ❝ i am not pretty . i am not beautiful . i am as radiant as the sun .❞ ❝ you love me . real or not real ? ❞ ❝ ally . friend . lover . victor . enemy . fiancee . target . mutt . neighbor . hunter . ally. i’ll add it to the list of words i use to try to figure you out. ❞ ❝ here it’s safe , here it’s warm .❞ ❝ i’m not like the rest of you . there’s no one left i love .❞ ❝ i’m very hard to catch , & if they can’t catch me , they can’t kill me .❞ ❝ stupid people are dangerous .❞ ❝ you don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope .❞ ❝ you’ve got about as much charm as a dead slug .❞ ❝ my nightmares are usually about losing you .❞ ❝ for there to be betrayal , there would have to have been trust first .❞ ❝ destroying things is much easier than making them .❞ ❝ here’s some advice . stay alive .❞ ❝ they’ll either want to kill you , kiss you , or be you .❞ ❝ you’re not leaving me here alone .❞ ❝ well , i don’t have much competition here .❞ ❝ you here to finish me off , sweetheart ? ❞ ❝ i stand by what i said . do you want me to lie about it ? ❞ ❝ because i’m selfish . i’m a coward . ❞ ❝ you & me , we’re even . no more owed . you understand ? ❞ ❝ if we burn , you burn with us .❞ ❝ what ? do you find this distracting ? ❞ ❝ i can still rip your throat out .❞ ❝ where’s loverboy ? ❞ ❝ i’m the kind of girl who , when she might actually be of use , would run to stay alive and leave those who couldn’t follow to suffer and die .❞ ❝ the kisses have the opposite effect , of make my need greater . i thought i was something of an expert on hunger , but this is an entirely new kind . ❞ ❝ hope . hope is the only thing stronger than fear .❞ ❝ a spark could be enough to set them ablaze . ❞ ❝ kind people have a way of working their way inside me and rooting there .❞ ❝ whatever breaks you .❞ ❝ i am in pain . that’s the only way i get your attention . ❞ ❝ i’m not going anywhere . i’m going to stay here and cause all kinds of trouble .❞ ❝ imagine thousands of your people , dead . your loved ones , gone . ❞ ❝ i hate being so alone .❞ ❝ don’t make me sorry i restarted your heart .❞ ❝ they will kill us .❞ ❝ you know , you could live a thousand lifetimes and not deserve him .❞ ❝ please feel free to take this personally . ❞ ❝ at some point , you have to stop running & turn around and face whoever wants you dead .❞ ❝ aim higher in case you fall short .❞ ❝ some walks you have to take alone .❞ ❝ whatever breaks you .❞ ❝ well , you’re a piece of work , aren’t you ? ❞ ❝ isn’t it strange that i know you’d risk your life to save mine , but i don’t even know what your favorite color is ? ❞ ❝ you are my life .❞ ❝ i’m here to help you make an impression .❞ ❝ you have no idea . the effect you can have .❞ ❝ if desperate times call for desperate measures , then i am free to act as desperately as i wish .❞ ❝ so when did I become so special ? ❞ ❝ you’re not afraid i’ll kill you tonight ? ❞ ❝ technically , i am unarmed . but no one should underestimate the harm fingernails can do .❞ ❝ i doubt they’ll figure out our plan , since we can barely understand it ourselves .❞ ❝ mess with us & we’ll do something worse than kill you . we’ll kill your children .❞ ❝ you’re kind of squeamish for such a lethal person .❞ ❝ you’re not going to die . i forbid it . all right ? ❞ ❝ i thought we had an agreement not to lie to each other. ❞ ❝ closing my eyes doesn’t help . fire burns brighter in the darkness . ❞ ❝ jealousy is certainly involved . ❞ ❝ what is the worst pain ? to me , it’s always the pain that is present . ❞ ❝ i’ve been down by the stream collecting berries . would you care for some ? ❞ ❝ may the odds be ever in your favor .❞ ❝ what i need is the dandelion in the spring . the bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction . the promise that life can go on , no matter how bad our losses .❞ ❝ ____ ? maybe some pants ? ❞ ❝ i can’t tell what’s real anymore , & what’s made up . ❞ ❝ i knew you’d kiss me . ❞
hoo boy today has been A Day. I’m going to be around a bit tonight but chances are it’ll mostly be lurking and lil things
shotfcrst:
Innocence clings to her chest. Its head rests right under her startled chin. Its hair smells like coming home after a long day of politics, of telling stories about the jedi, of … Tears press against her fragile eyelids. They rise in her chest. She musters all of her strength to keep her body from shaking. Salty droplets make their silent way down her cheeks and land on the crown of Rey’s head. Leia refuses to let it show. Her body is frigidly still. Even her breathing is unnaturally controlled. Anything to keep up appearances. To make Rey believe that it is alright, that her mom is making a good decision for all of them.
Carefully, she looks to her husband, acceptance barely visible through her tears. An answer to his earlier plea: we are doing the right thing. She hopes that if she can convince him, she can convince herself. But she doesn’t like him seeing her tears. If he touches her again, she’s not sure she will be able to keep from shaking, and then all will be lost.
As if to hide from reality, Leia rests her face against her daughter’s head. She takes a few deep breaths. They don’t stop the tears, but she doubts anything will. Perhaps when she has run out of them, and then she will sob hollowly, no doubt. She cannot imagine smiling again.
❛ I know. ❜ Somehow – by some miracle – she sounds almost happy. As if this is nothing but a small vacation for her daughter, as if they will – with absolute certainty – see each other in a few days. ❛ You are good, Rey. And I will miss you very much. ❜ Her voice finally breaks on the last word, so she decides not to say any more. She kisses the top of Rey’s head and fondles the air to find Han’s hand.
@shotfcrst.
he watches the girls, silently as he stands from his crouching position. he’s fighting his own tears and they’re close to winning until he sees leia’s. he knows eventually he’ll have to cry but for right now, he’ll be strong for his wife. for rey. he’s stepping closer to the two, hands on hips his mind is racing as the sounds of their voices are drowned out by the sound of his nervous heart pounding. you’re protecting her. you’re protecting her. you’re protecting her. he says it silently over and over like a mantra until he almost believes it. it’s true they ARE protecting their daughter by leaving her here until they can do something with ben, but are they doing it the best way they can? han’s pulled from his thoughts at the sight of leia’s hand reaching for his own. he reaches out intertwining his fingers with his wife’s and gives it a squeeze. a silent ‘i love you’ and ‘don’t worry it’s going to work out.’ leaning down, his lips pressed to the crown of their daughter’s head. he lifts his free hand to place on the back of her skull. he speaks with a quiet murmur before pulling away. “i love you—princess.”
This is all WRONG and she hates it. Her mother’s voice should not break like that, her father shouldn’t be fighting back tears. In her confusion and upset she is half convinced that someone has come in the night and taken her parent’s place. Surely these strangers are not the same people who tuck her to bed every night and read her stories? Those people would never leave her like this.
In all her heartbreak she finds herself wishing desperately for her brother. It has been a long time since she saw him last, and she has heard her parents saying his name in angry whispers more than once now, but in her young mind she knows that if he were here this would not be happening. Ben would be able to think of some plan to stop this, or perhaps they would not even be here.. They had sent him away too, though, to uncle Luke; hadn’t they wanted him either? At least, however, they had left him with someone he knew.
“Where’s Ben? Can’t I go stay with him instead?”
The question comes breathless, her voice hitching uncomfortably and still laden with tears. It does not matter what her parents say, or how happy and okay they try to sound, there is nothing that can make this situation better. Her family do not want her, so they are leaving her here on this strange uncomfortable planet for who knows how long. What if they never come back? The thought makes her feel physically sick, and a slight groaning noise joins in with the sobbing
Her parents are too close, for she is starting to find it slightly hard to breath. With all of her six year old strength she tries to push them away, trying to ignore the painful feeling of being alone without their arms around her.
“I’m not staying.”
forcesensing:
I’M NO ONE REY
sinsensory:
laberintodeofelia:
i absolutely 1000% agree with @stevebucky‘s thoughts about Rey
Things I have been thinking about, in an au where Rey sticks around the Resistance base or whatever:
the first time she’s around women changing clothes, having a crazy life-altering experience of “wow these are all women, they have all these different body shapes, but they’re also at the same time like me” and “oh shit I’m into it what are these feeeeeeliiiiings”
she maybe stares a little bit, and then catches herself, and then starts staring again, and catches herself again
an Askajian pilot named Tkaara shakes her boobs at Rey and Rey turns bright red and sputters, everyone cracks up
Rey learns about cunnilingus and spends a few days compulsively thinking about doing it to basically everyone
meanwhile everyone’s trying to flirt with her
she’s a girl with mythical Jedi powers showing up, showing childlike delight at extra food and new technology, there would be fistfights over her
plus Rey has small breasts, and she never got into the habit of wearing a bra
and the first time she gets out of her Jakku-wear and into a white t-shirt there’s a small hormone explosion in the mechanics bay
she looks like a pinup in a really limited run indie lesbian magazine, sweaty brow and grease streaks and nipples oh god
what I’m saying is that Jessika walks into a support beam, and
no one blames her
whycantibetherealme:
Do you ever just need to be touched? Not even in a sexual way, just touched. A hug, a pat on the back, a squeeze of your hand. Just fucking anything to make you feel like you’re still real.
[18:43:31] bubble ✘: i'm never gonna be ready [18:43:54] bubble ✘: F U CK OFF [18:43:57] bubble ✘: FUCK RIGHT THE FUCK OFF
tfw u know ur reply’s on point
shotfcrst:
She wants to go home, too. Sand peppers her hair and her clothes is already clinging uncomfortably to her limbs. Half of the desert is in her shoes; she might as well be walking barefooted. The sun is unforgiving.
But worst of all, she is clinging to her daughter’s hand, knowing that she will have to let go soon.
Rey isn’t supposed to be here for very long. Just while they sort things out with Ben. He is his father’s son; they should have known rebellion would be in the cards for him. Something pulls at the corner of her lips, but she doesn’t manage a smile. She can’t smile when the prospect of leaving her daughter is so close. In fact, she doubts that she will be able to go through with it. How they managed to drag her to this planet, she isn’t sure.
That is a lie. Leia’s eyes drift to the figure walking on Rey’s other side. Han. Supposedly, he has connections, who will take care of her while they are gone. And, on top of that, he has a pair of eyes, which she has never been able to resist.
Rey’s hand slips out of hers, and Leia finds herself panicking. Her heart triples its speed. It is a wonder she doesn’t reach out and grab it out of sheer force. Because Rey might be scared, but her mother is terrified.
She takes a deep breath. Holds it for a few seconds. Then lowers herself to her daughter’s level, carefully resting a palm on each of Rey’s crossed arms. ❛ This is not because you broke the picture. We have forgiven you for that. This is, ❜ oh, how she wishes she took a last glance at her husband; she could use an encouraging look, ❛ to protect you. ❜ One of Rey’s locks have escaped her hairdo. Leia reaches up to brush it behind her ear, but it falls out a moment later; the lock is too short. For reasons unknown, this simple observation breaks Leia’s heart.
@shotfcrst.
with every step they took han’s heart continued to drop, until he was sure it would end up in his stomach. the dry desert air wasn’t helping with his already dry mouth as he fought back the lump in his throat. he knew this was for the best and he knew that his daughter would be in good hands here. he had been preparing himself for the goodbye the second he gave the idea to leia. but if this was the right thing to do then why was it so hard? — hazel eyes fall to the girl between himself and leia and his heart swells. the innocence in her question only makes what they’re about to do that much harder. he takes a step behind his wife and places strong hands on her slender shoulders. it’s to protect her he reminds himself as her mother speaks, she’s trying her best not to fall apart in front of the girl and han hears it in her voice, he squeezes her shoulders reassuringly. when the brunette is done its his turn, he clears his throat and squats to her size before speaking in a calming tone. “sweetheart. your mother and i want the best for you and right now that’s for you to be here. i know you’re confused but you’ll understand in time i promise. we’ll be back before you know it, and then we’ll work on those flying lessons.” there’s a sad smile on his lips when he finishes his sentence and he looks up to his wife, silently pleading for something–something that reassured they were doing the right thing.
Oh she doesn’t like this, she doesn’t like this one bit. Her mothers hands are on her arms, and her father is talking softly, right to her. These are things that should be comforting, they should be slowing her heart and making everything okay but they’re not and she does not understand why. Maybe it is the terrible look in her mother’s eyes or the not-smile-smile on her dad’s face; either way Rey feels her stomach begin to drop, worry, fear and sadness curling up somewhere next to her heart as she listens to their words.
They are sending her away.
Well, leaving her behind, technically, but she is too young and upset to make the distinction. All she truly understands is that for some reason her parents, her parents who she loves and trusts more than anyone in the entire galaxy, do not want her anymore. Oh they’re saying they’ll be back, that it’s too keep her safe, but how can it be? How can she possibly understand this?
As the heartbreaking realizations sink in her small lips begin to wobble and dark eyes fill with tears.
“No.”
A childish response, but at the end of the day that’s all she is: a terrified six year old. Quite suddenly the tearful eyes and wobbly lip develops into full blown sobbing. Tears roll down her cheeks, sobs tearing from her chest leaving her breathless; the picture of childhood misery. For a moment she considers running away from them. Perhaps if she runs and hides somewhere, they will decide that it is not worth the trouble to leave her here. Or perhaps they will see that she is so fast and sneaky and clever that they actually want to keep her. Or-and this thought only makes her sob harder-perhaps they will be happy, perhaps running away will only save them the trouble of abandoning somewhere in the sand dunes
In reality, however, she does the exact opposite. Scared and hurt and betrayed as she is, they are still her parents and she is still only a child. Without even thinking about it she finds herself rushing to her mother, clinging to her as tight as she possibly can. Abandonment or not her mother is still the best comfort she knows; even if she’s the reason she needs comfort in the first place.
“Don’t make me stay, I’ll be good. Please mum.”
gunsandhoods:
if your muse has trust & abandonment issues clap your hands
whatever you don’t think about little Rey stuck on Jakku all alone who’s managed to survive for a good year and a bit all on her own and is learning how to be strong and defend herself and scavenge, but is still too scared to check under the bed for monsters and is scared of the dark
"Hey, there little one."
meme | accepting
@royalgeneral
“Why are we here? It’s sandy and HOT and smelly. Is it because I broke the picture? When can we go home? Where’s BEN, is he coming too?”
The questions are honest and innocent, the girl too young to notice the tension in her father’s shoulders; the tears her mother is so desperately trying to hold back. She walks in the middle of the two of them, both of her tiny hands lost in theirs. Sometimes when they walk like this they will swing her by the arms, lifting her so that she f l i e s through the air, only for a second or two at most but to her it always feels longer, although not long enough. Dad promises her that he will teach her to really fly, one day, and the thought makes her giddy with excitement. For a moment she considers asking them to swing her now, but they are not talking like they usually do and the look on her father’s face makes her decide otherwise.
She walks.
Tiny feet are not made for trudging in the desert however, and she finds herself slowing, then stopping. Her parents look at her, but she sticks her bottom lip out at them, arms crossed defiantly across her chest. It was wrong to break the photo, she knows that, but she didn’t mean to and this punishment seems to outweigh the crime rather heavily.
“I’m tired, I want to go home.”