Because it's the right thing to do

I 𝓻𝓪𝓷. RIGHT INTO 𝔂𝓸𝓾.

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if anyone's still here/still following/still active, I'm rping Finn on @himbohotel. I've missed you guys && I've missed him. Hope to see you there <3

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    He’s here. He’s alive. How? Poe doesn’t care about the how right now. Hands grasp at Finn’s back and one hand grasps onto his neck. Finn is alive and here. Poe’s mind flashes back to the last time he saw the other. Slowly breaking into atoms with the pilot making desperate promises to save him. In the end, it seems, Finn ended up saving HIM. He shakes with the emotion of it all now he’s allowing himself to feel something other than the nothing he’s felt for a long time.

“YOU’RE ALIVE.” His voice is but a whisper. It’s hard to speak any louder when his voice is often blasted across loudspeakers and holos throughout the galaxy. He can’t help but take a deep breath. Maker, he even smells like how he remembered. The shot doesn’t even make him flinch. It’s a sound he’s used to now.

Get out of here. Right. Escape. “Where are we going to go? Half the galaxy is on fire.”

       Finn squeezes Poe’s arms for extra assurance that the man in front of him is real, beaming so large that his eyes are mere slits in his flushed face. He scans his friend’s body for any obvious injuries & finding none, crushes the man against him once more. Blaster fire happens around them & a little explosion rocks the ground, but he doesn’t let go. ❝ We’re gonna go to the half that isn’t on fire & figure out a way to extinguish this half together, ❞ he says, voice full of that quiet conviction he remembers employing just seconds ago when they were facing the First Order on Exegol. 

He doesn’t know how long he’s been...away...but he remembers the fear of crumbling apart, the horror on Poe’s face, & then...nothingness. Nothingness for longer than he can remember before the painful Becoming of Being. But he doesn’t want to talk about that---just like he doesn’t want to talk about his days being a Stormtrooper. What matters more is the now. He breathes in Poe, lets himself sniffle before his shoulders straighten & his jaw gets a mulish tilt. His battlemode, as Rose fondly called it. He’s going to get them out of here.

The few Stormtroopers on their side have taken to taking off their helmets & when Finn roars a command, they disengage in perfect sync, forming a phalanx around him & Poe.  ❝ Move out! ❞ This is his wheelhouse, the thick of battle, & there’s nowhere he’s more comfortable---for better or for worse. He helps Poe along, arm slung around the other’s waist. Not because he thinks Poe is too weak, but rather because he’s afraid if he lets go of Poe for any reason, he’ll fade away.

The first step he takes aboard the Millennium Falcon is like coming home & he finally exhales.

[bevsi]

finn & rose

[carrionkid]

i love “character kills their abuser” stories so much

more characters killing their abusers and less forgiving their abusers

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can’t wait to leave social events early wit my husband and just go home and chill

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The compound is getting them all together. Poe’s heard talk that there’s an attack going on. That they’re being brought together so they can either be executed or put onto ships for an evacuation. The First Order doesn’t want to lose their precious prisoners. Poe sits with some of the others in the main mess hall wondering just what the hell is happening. There’s not enough people out there to be staging a rescue like this. And yet the storm troopers guarding them seem to be getting less and less as they move to try and secure the base.

Everyone goes silent as the sounds of blaster fire sounds from outside. They remain sat at the tables with their eyes on the durasteel. The doors slam open and everyone, Poe included, stares as the room seems to fill with resistance fighters. But his eyes are drawn to a face he hasn’t seen in five years.

“Finn?”

        ❝ Poe! ❞ Like a magnet to iron, a moth to a flame, Finn will always be drawn to Poe Dameron. Even space, time, or whatever dimension he had been stuck on all those years can’t keep them apart. Rushing through the bodies thrown together in chaos, Finn reaches for Poe & draws him into a bone-crushing hug. He’s shaking. Or maybe Poe’s shaking. Or maybe they’re both shaking. It doesn’t matter. None of it does.

❝ You’re alive. You’re alive. ❞ Maker, it feels like a lifetime ago the first time he uttered those exact words to the man in his arms. Finn’s face splits into a shaky grin, almost as if he’d forgotten how to express joy, before it steels over & he withdraws his blaster to shoot an officer who had taken advantage of his distraction to sneak up on them. Not to stun, to KILL.

❝ C’mon. Let’s get you out of here. ❞

[legacybeynemoved]

‘And I don’t

I’m only happy when I’m on the R   U   N I break a million hearts just for FUN

                                  BELONG  to a n y o n e

made by the total sweetheart @yougotone dash & 18+ only promo credit {x}

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TIME FOR A LITTLE REBELLION

indie sequel-based star wars oc written by emma

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I got a SERIOUS announcement:

you are a cutie pie!!

uwu

[gallixie]

but he’s a hero, you know. the strong kind, the hold-up-the-sky kind, the too-good-for-this-world kind. he’s a hero, and he doesn’t deserve this. 

because he is kind, too-good-for-this-world kind, and i think that’s what makes him a hero. his heart is too big, and he carries it in his hands and i think it’s as heavy as the sky anyway and even if atlas was never a hero, he is. 

and he’s a hero, and he doesn’t deserve this, but we all know how this story ends and even if you rip out the last page it doesn’t stop the story from ending. 

he’s a hero, he is, and one day it’s going to kill him. because his heart is too big, and he carries it in his hands, and no one can hold up the sky forever.

— heroes are only heroes until it takes its toll // p.s.

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bardbattled  It’s either love…

i would prefer all the love, please!

you mean cause you’re a perfect bean who writes everything perfectly? we all know this. it’s all we know. we wake up, eat, breathe and sleep the perfection that is all of your blogs and you as a person.

kdfalkjsdf you are TOO SWEET!! I’M GONNA CRY!!

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   The lieutenant clearly remembers that night and just smiles at Finn. There isn’t too much of a threat but he does flick his eyes back to Poe. “But no one can compare of THE Poe Dameron and his skills. Even after you left you were still a legend. And after the party I know you’re a GREAT dancer.” That drew a bashful but proud smile from Poe.

Poe’s mainly been focusing on trade deals with some of the planets and coordinating scouting flights. They share the load as best they can. The Lieutenant has even been talking to him in hushed tones during holos. His eyes flick over to Finn and he notices the tension a little. “Well, you know, party Poe isn’t let out too much.”

That gets a chuckle from the Lieutenant. “Should let him out more. He’s a lot of fun.”

       Finn’s eyes narrow into a dangerous squint. He’s not impressed. This lieutenant is NOT impressive. How he ever got to that rank, the General doesn’t know. Or doesn’t care to know. His nostrils flare in annoyance before he devotes his attention to his friend, hand sliding down Poe’s arm to gently squeeze at his wrist under the table & lend any support he can.

It’s as private of a demonstrative gesture he can get away with in public. As much as he’d like to keep his arm around Poe; there’s a time & a place. Out in the canteen with all their subordinates is Not it. & then the lieutenant opens his mouth. Finn wrangles in his professionalism. Luckily, he has more than a decade’s worth of experience in doing so. ❝ There’s more to do on a military base than party & force your superiors to drink past their point, ❞ Finn finally speaks up, mildly. Too mildly. With a bland smile on his face, he faces the interloper. ❝ You’re lucky you haven’t been demoted for misconduct, Lieutenant. Yet. ❞ There’s still time. Please continue to test him.

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AWWWW!!!!!!!

finn and tamàs both get one :D

i’ve been blessed uwu

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“You’re not dead, if that’s what you’re asking.” The question of ‘where am I’ so closely following her explanation of the fact that he wouldn’t see Han again yet seems to be a way of trying to subtly ask if he’s dead, too, or if not, what this is. “Sorry to disappoint.” It’s meant as a joke – she can tell he’s confused (and understandably so) and she’s always liked being able to bring a little levity to stressful situations. She pauses, and adds, “That’s a joke.” Just to clarify. 

But to further clarify the actual question at hand, Siri pauses for a second or two so she can assess the best way to approach the explanation for him. The only other time she’d spoken to someone alive but unconscious had been a man who had already known of her name, and had known at least a little about the Force. Finn doesn’t really, and she can feel his confusion and uncertainty keenly; until recently, he’d probably never really encountered the Force in any sort of personal or intimate way, and then suddenly he’d been confronted with it, handled a lightsaber, and now his unconsciousness is talking with her. “You’re at the Resistance base. Physically, at least. You’re unconscious; you took a hell of a blow out there. Your body needs to heal, and I can help with that. The Force can help with that.”

       He’s still angsting over his choices & how they led them here--wherever here is--when she tells him he’s not dead. Finn breathes as the weight is lifted from his chest. He’s not dead. He’s not dead. He wants to weep but can’t. The emotion is there, but he’s not able to access it. It’s almost like he’s behind the helmet again. Finn taps his jaw. He can’t feel anything, but the lack of a plastoid thrum settles him down. 

He blinks at her, at this Siri. The Force? The Force can heal? Finn can almost hear the exasperated “That’s not how the Force works” & has to stop himself from whirling around. He’s not well-versed in the Force---he’s only heard whispers & rumors from older ‘Troopers every time the Knights of Ren prowled through the Base---but he’s only ever experienced the worst the Force had to offer. He can still hear Rey screaming as she was flung into a tree; still see the deranged look in Kylo Ren’s eye. He doesn’t shudder, but it’s a close thing as he latches onto the positive, eyes widening. ❝ So----you can heal me with the Force? ❞ He doesn’t know what happened to him before he landed...here, but he remembers a sharp, searing pain before the darkness swept over him. His “hell of a blow” must have been great.  ❝ How is that even possible? ❞

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        she doesn’t know where she would be, or how she could do this without finn. (  the same goes for poe, but she did meet him after finn  ). perhaps she’d be wallowing in the self doubt and episodes of depression, like she had before she met him. maybe she’d let unkar plutt treat her even worse they he did now. thankfully, she wouldn’t know what’d it be like if she didn’t, because she had them. her found family.

her nose scrunches up at him before she sits back and rey leans forward to grab her box of takeout, slipping it open and taking a spring roll, and taking a big bite into it. “  oh, fuck.  “ she sighs contently, holding the box close to her. “  this is damn good food, finn.  “

she’s still happily biting into the spring roll when poe pops up on the screen and she gives him a soft smile, waving with the hand that was holding the spring roll. just like finn, she adored poe. they got into far too many silly arguments that finn usually had to watch, but he was still important to her. “  hi, poe.  “ she says, muffling laughter at finn. “  did we wake you up?  “

        ❝ Did we wake you up? ❞ Finn repeats, obnoxiously so because even though he’s a twenty-four-year-old combat veteran with PTSD & a rebuilt lower spine, he’s still twenty-four. Poe groans & rolls his eyes, still looking like he’s on set of a GQ bedroom shoot. Unfair.

Finn has too many attractive friends. It’d be a nightmare if he didn’t love them to death.

❝ You’re lucky I don’t have a flight early tomorrow, ❞ Poe says, voice scratchy with sleep. Finn blows a raspberry at the pilot’s idle threat. He knows---they both know---that Poe would pick up from a dead sleep if it were either Finn or Rey on the other line. It’s an unspoken pact between them; their bond just too damn strong.

His therapists worry about co-dependency developing, but the thought of going out in this world without Poe or Rey scares the hell out of Finn. He’s already lost so much; he can’t lose them too. He bites into a samosa to escape that line of thinking.

❝ Yeah, yeah, bruv, we’ve heard yer threats before, ❞ he says through a mouthful, spraying crumbs all over his front.  ❝ Tell us somethin’ new---wot’s it like over there? ❞

Poe blinks, dark eyes dreamy & distant. ❝ Gorgeous. Wish the two of you could see it here. Perfect weather, not a cloud in sight. ❞ & just as he says this, the clouds, gray & swollen all damn day, burst open, pitter-pattering the windows of Rey’s apartment. Finn makes a face & Poe laughs.  ❝ I definitely don’t miss the British weather, man. ❞

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I am tired of being brave.

Anne Sexton (via quotemadness)

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Random Cute Headcanon

Finn can’t cook to save his life, but he bakes like a pro.

Think about it: you need to follow a baking recipe to the T & Finn has proven time and time again that not only can he follow orders meticulously, but he’s also ridiculously resourceful.