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[reysistance]

changed my mind hehe

[reysistance]

do you think when leia slapped poe, rey got a sense from the force that it happened

[mcflymemes]

GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY (2014) PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary.

you can't! you'll die! why are you doing this? why?

it can't be done. you're asking us to die.

i have lived most of my life surrounded by enemies. i will be grateful to die among my friends.

you are an honorable man.

i will fight beside you.

well that's just as fascinating as the first 89 times you told me that.

i just wanted to tell you how grateful I am that you've accepted me despite my blunders.

it is good to once again be among friends.

i can barely see.

where did you learn to do that?

i'll have to agree with the walking thesaurus on that one.

nothing goes over my head.

i have a plan.

you've got a plan? first of all, you're copying me from when i said i had a plan.

i don't think you even have a plan.

we've already established that you destroying the ship i'm on is not saving me!

when did we establish that?

i wasn't listening then.

i just saved [name]!

you don't get an opinion.

that's a fake laugh.

it's barely a concept.

you're taking their side?

what the hell does that have to do with anything?

i am going to die surrounded by the biggest idiots in the galaxy.

no one's blowing up morons.

you just wanna suck the joy out of everything.

when i look around, you know what i see? losers.

i am not gonna stand by and watch as billions of lives are being wiped out.

leave it to me.

look at him. he's useless.

on that wall back there is a black panel. blinky yellow light. you see it?

how are we supposed to do that?

you must be joking.

i really heard they find you attractive.

we gotta move quickly.

for the record, i advised them against trusting you.

prove me wrong.

i am not some starry-eyed waif here to succumb to your pelvic sorcery.

i'm a warrior. an assassin. i don't dance.

we have a legend about people like you. it's called footloose. and in it, a great hero named kevin bacon teaches an entire city full of people with sticks up their butts that dancing is the greatest thing there is.

we're just like kevin bacon.

you've heard of this. you've seen this, right? you know what this is.

you're an imbecile.

what did the galaxy ever do for you?

why would you want to save it?

what should we do next? something good? something bad? bit of both?

we'll follow your lead, [name].

take my hand.

you said it yourself, bitch.

do you believe him?

your ship is filthy.

if i had a blacklight, this would look like a jackson pollock painting.

who calls him that?

i don't know how this machine works.

what are you doing?

dance-off. me and you.

quit smiling, you idiot. you're supposed to be professional.

i like your knife. i'm keeping it.

that was my favorite knife.

i live for the simple things.

he has no respect.

you're drunk.

this is exactly why none of you have any friends.

you've always been weak.

no one talks to my friends like that.

i only ask that you take this matter seriously.

you should have learned.

i don't learn. one of my issues.

what a bunch of a-holes.

you should try to be more nice to people.

hold on a second. you're being serious right now?

[reysistance]

starter call, multimuses please specify a muse or i'll spin a wheel and choose hehe.

[flyrebel]

" i'm not doubtin' you —  " sentence dies in his throat, taken aback by the way she so unceremoniously closes her eyes mid conversation. poe's lips come shut, a frown creasing his brow very freely now that he can't be seen by her. see? this is the type of stuff he wants no part in! what is that?! " what're you — " he tries to speak again, no louder than a murmur, but that is also abandoned. sure enough, another feeling creeps in. for a second, the shape of a thought forms . . . like he knows what she's seeing. what she's doing. when her eyes grab a hold of his, he feels like she can see so much further than what he's comfortable with. into his soul. poe's not so fond of that, so he's quick to deflect.

" it's called instinct, rey. i got it from years of flying. sometimes you just know the right thing to do at the right time. but i don't need to explain it to ya, you're a pilot too. you get it. " well, clearly she had access to a wider database than he did, but that was not the point he's trying to make here. " it could also just be . . . a side effect. " he finds himself revealing too much without wanting to, but a figure from his childhood comes to his mind and the words roll off his tongue as if on their own accord. again, he dismisses it all.

" a fluke on a fluke. "

[reysistance]

“ say fluke again, ” and perhaps this time you'll start believing your own words. she doesn't know how else to get through to him. she's no jedi master, nor does she know how to persuade someone to follow a path they seemingly don't want to walk. instead, rey nods and sighs, turning on her heel to walk away. “ fine. call it instinct. call it a side effect, ” a side effect of being force sensitive, sure. “ call it whatever you want, poe dameron. ” she shakes her head, looks down to the ground beneath her, and begins to kick up dust and dirt. frustrated. and then she stops in her tracks -

an idea. rey smiles, feeling as though luke is stood over her shoulder, willing her to do it. and she knows leia would approve. “ call it... whatever you want, ” she whispers. in one swift motion, her whole body has lurched around to face him again. from piles of rubble, a stone finds it's way into her palm, and her fingers only grasp onto it briefly before she leans back, and throws hard towards his chest --

[wifesource]

COURTNEY EATON via Instagram (September 13, 2022)

[reysistance]

sure, this may be some kinda near backwater planet— but not entirely uninhabited, it seems. his visor stays on, though he waves. “hey! ya happen to know the way to the closest ship port? i kinda— crash landed.”

sand ripples away from each of her rapid footsteps, sinking inches into the top of the dunes as she races towards the crash site. if she's lucky, whoever was piloting it will be long gone - one way or another - and she'll be able to strip it for parts. if she can reach it in time. the pits below will swallow it up before long, if it's in the wrong place. this urges her on quickly. sweat beads onto her forehead, and her chest rises and shallows as she slides to a stop. rey collapses onto her stomach and crawls slowly to the top of a dune, using what little she can out here as cover. he hasn't seen h -

“ hey! ya happen to know the way to the closest ship port? i kinda— crash landed.” - @startaxian

happabore shit. he had seen her. rey struggled to her feet, brushing the sand from her abdomen and thighs before standing, triumphantly overlooking the crash, as though she was the one to send it careening into the ground. “ how do i know this belongs to you? ” she steps forward, and pulls her quarterstaff from her shoulder. now defensive, she steps forward. “ prove you aren't a scavenger, or - ” nobody in sight. a stranger on a strange planet. “ or i'll have to invoke the jakku law of... finder's keepers. and i call dibs. ”

[reysistance]

rey's skin is really soft

[reysistance]

REY OF JAKKU. HIGHLY CANON DIVERGENT. WRITTEN BY MAGGIE.

[reysistance]

hello lovelies! sorry for the lack of activity, ive had a work deadline that has kept me occupied for literally the whole week AND now i have a lil headache and a sore throat im hoping to nap off before im here! i hope you're all doing amazing 🧡

[reysistance]

BB-8 implies the existence of BB's 1-7

[rottin6]

this ramadan we pray for peace and aid for the people of palestine. this ramadan we remember the previous ramadans, where thousands of palestinians were massacred. this ramadan we honour palestine, and may we see a free palestine next ramadan

[reysistance]

⋯ @folkpoet - corde tane, on ajan kloss.

on jakku, the cool sanctuary of a wreckage would offer protection from the blistering sun. rey would hide away during the daytime, sleeping and waiting. in the early evening, when the sun set behind the dunes, she would finally crawl out from her hiding place and begin to scavenge. even in the earliest hours of the morning, the planet was warm enough to cause sweat beads to form on her forehead. but it never got cold enough for the hairs on her arm to rise, or for her skin to prickle in pain. not like it did now, at the mere thought of corde's past. “ do you remember the entire time you were trapped? do you remember what it felt like? or... stop me if this is too many questions. ”

[reysistance]

⋯ @darkmeld - jaina organa solo, an unnamed forest moon.

the radiant hum of the lightsaber in her hand was all that divided her from complete silence. it illuminated her right thigh and the vegetation around her and, besides the moon, was her only source of light. and it was going to give away her location. complete darkness or complete silence. rey took a single step forward, aiming for a patch of soft, wet leaves to quieten her move. it worked. but she could sense something behind her - something that wasn't the gentle sway of branches in an almost non-existent breeze. her desperation caused her to turn quickly, clumsily brushing against a the rough bark of a tree. her lips pressed together, a sigh blew from just her nostrils, and she dipped her head in annoyance... “ i don't know how you do it. ”