Ray Gun

a mystical maiden

[thickness-protection-program]

My upstairs neighbors have officially gotten to the point where they're loud enough to wake me up. I'm happy homegirl is getting her back blown out but I wish both of them and that whole family would become severely allergic to movement. They're changing me. They're making me worse.

[isuggestarson]

I have a suggestion

[thickness-protection-program]

isuggestarson what do you suggest

[rosie-reads-a-lot]

Writing Prompt: Soulmate was sent to kill you...singing soulmates

You hadn’t seen your day leading you to the dark corner of your closet that you were currently crouched in, but hey, Mondays. Your shitty one-bedroom apartment was small enough that you heard the heavy footsteps ringing throughout as if they were in the closet with you but living in said apartment for years afforded you the knowledge that the sound was emanating from the kitchen. A beer bottle opening and being sat down on a hard surface confirmed just that.

You had several regrets that flooded your mind at the very moment that you were trying to remember the basics of self-defense that you learned at the rec center when you were a gawky teenager. Your biggest regret was getting involved with the mafia. It seemed such a silly notion that you could be involved with something so big and important but working for Vinny “the Monster” Monsterelli had seemed an easy way to pay for school and afford you a comfortable living. And it had been easy work most of the time, mostly filing paperwork and acting as a secretary.

Your second biggest regret was making a joke about being a snitch. You couldn’t help that you joked around when you got uncomfortable. There were only so many “rolled up carpets” one person could trip over before they start making ill-received jokes. It hadn’t mattered how much the boss liked you either. It had been made very clear that you were to be let go from the company. Permanently.

You wondered who it was in the kitchen that was here to kill you. Tony’s wife had just had a baby, so he probably got to sit this one out. Bobby had a strict no women policy. That only left Paolo, but he had a standing AA meeting every Monday night. Maybe he fell off the wagon again. Poor dude. Or maybe they sent the new guy because no one else wanted to shoot the quirky girl who brought muffins in most mornings. You hadn’t got to meet the new guy, but you imagined he would do the job just fine.

Your last regret was that you had yet to find your soulmate. Or rather, that you would be leaving your soulmate behind to live a half-life. A life of yearning, pining for something that wasn’t there. A soulmate song was meant to be a duet. You let your mind wander in those last few moments to a little diner, or café. You would have been sat by yourself and humming under your breath. Someone in the booth next to yours would finish the song revealing themselves as your soulmate. You would have been so engrossed in a book that you hadn’t noticed them, but you would look up and meet their eyes and see everything for the first time again. Soulmates – bonded together by a tune that only you two knew. A melody made for two. You imagined all of the moments that you two could have shared. Dancing in the kitchen at 2 am. Your wedding. 50th anniversary.

You let one hot, salty tear run down your cheek without wiping it away as you sang your song one last time in a half-whisper, half-sob. The apartment was eerily quiet now, devoid of footsteps or beer bottles. You almost thought that whoever had been outside the closet door had left until you heard the strangest noise. It was your soulmate song, but it was coming from outside the closet.

The doors opened slowly, and a large black mass filled the wide doorway. There stood a man with dark eyes and furrowed brow who looked as conflicted as you felt. You stood up as tall as you could on jelly legs and his neck didn’t even come eye level with you. You craned your head upwards to look into his eyes as you both finished your shared song. You spent several moments staring at each other with equal parts confusion, amazement, conflict and desire. A large, rough hand wiped away the tear that had been long forgotten on your cheek and a gruff voice spoke.

“Well…this complicates things.”

[rosie-reads-a-lot]

**I HAD AN IDEA!!**

Concept: AU Reader Insert x Kylo.

Reader is from the underfunded Resistance High and gets awarded a much needed grant for the school, but in order to receive it she must attend a semester at the highly esteemed Academy of the First Order. *Think* all of your favorite 90s-00s romcoms set in High School. Kylo Ren is the oober popular jock that is kind of a dick, but Reader knows his secret: he was in Reader’s class at Resistance Elementary but went by a different name.

Listen to the song 😙

[rosie-reads-a-lot]

I act like I’m okay but really I’m thinking about that interview where henry cavill said his biggest dream is to have a family like are u kidding me

[wannacuppatealuv]

I’d love to but I actually have a full night of shrieking into the void planned so maybe another time

[sentimentalsoupcan]

[bonnarita]

This is @rosie-reads-a-lot

[rosie-reads-a-lot]

we are not the same, sus💅🏼

[mjalti]

do you have a self care routine?

“Keep going bitch!!” said to myself in different accents

[medusabraids]

‪90s babies how do we feel about entering our 30s in this new decade?‬

[gluten-free-pussy]

[apocalypticdetention]

No one, absolutely not a soul:

Me: y'all like Caliban?

[rosie-reads-a-lot]

**I HAD AN IDEA!!**

Concept: AU Reader Insert x Kylo.

Reader is from the underfunded Resistance High and gets awarded a much needed grant for the school, but in order to receive it she must attend a semester at the highly esteemed Academy of the First Order. *Think* all of your favorite 90s-00s romcoms set in High School. Kylo Ren is the oober popular jock that is kind of a dick, but Reader knows his secret: he was in Reader’s class at Resistance Elementary but went by a different name.

Listen to the song 😙

[cathrin2405]

i think we can all agree that we’re using this platform to cope with our problems, am i right?

[chewbacca]

Flavor of Love season 1 — (2006)

[rosie-reads-a-lot]

@aka-rita Beyoncé, sweetie

[callmewinchester]

Rambler (Kylo Ren x Reader)

I got an anon suggesting something with kylo and a prisoner that isn’t bothered by him and this is what I managed. If you suggested this let me know I had so much fun doing it! Also a dactillion is apparently just some lizard in the star wars universe I found out about when I was googling lol

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Your voice echoed around the empty cell as you sang an old war song Poe had taught you. Originally you were using it to keep track of time but you’d been through it so many times you already lost count. You wiped away some dried blood from your cheek and winced when you brushed against your black eye. The stormtroopers had managed to do a number on you and you were sure Poe was going to have some choice words to tell you when you got back.

If you got back.

Down the hall you heard approaching footsteps. You stood with a sigh, ready to go another round with the next stormtrooper sent to interrogate you.

Instead a tall figure in black stood before you.

You froze. You never expected to actually come face to face with the man that lead everything you were fighting against. You couldn’t imagine being important enough to gain his audience. After a moment you regained your composure and approached the man who had been standing stoically in front of you.

“I heard you were the strong and silent type,” you said with your signature smirk back on your face. “It’s a bit overplayed if you ask me.” He remained silent. You approached the bars and slid your arms through, resting them on the metal. “These are nice. Hardly see real prison bars in this day and age. Very classic.”

“Had much experience with prison cells have you?” he asked.

“Girl’s gotta make a living, right? Since your pals here in the First Order have taken over, it’s suddenly gotten much harder.”

“Perhaps you should reconsider your line of work.”

“As soon as you reconsider your school boy dreams of domination,” you smiled. He ignored your comment and continued.

“You have information. Information we need.”

“Yeah I’ve kinda of gotten that impression from the last four guys you sent in here. You might want to consider doing some reworking with them. Footworks kinda slow.”

“You hold a considerably high rank in the Resistance and therefo-“

“Considerably high rank?” you asked, cutting him off. “I’m barely a captain? And I only got that position three days ago when the previous guy holding the position died, thanks to some lucky shot one of your men got.”

“Either way-“ he continued. “You-“

“Is captain really a high rank here?” you said cutting him off again. “Because it’s not that big a deal back home.”

“There is a resistance base somewhere in this system,” he began again. “You will give me-“

“How much do your captains make here?” you interjected. You leaned your face against the bars and looked off thoughtfully.  “Because if I’m being honest, my current salary is not much to brag about. What benefit packages do you guys-?”

“Enough!” he yelled out. He pressed the sides of his mask, releasing the clasps and threw it aside. He stepped toward the bars and looked down at you, a frustrated scowl on his face.

“Woah.” You stared wide-eyed up at him. “You’re a lot prettier than I’d thought you be. I thought that’s why you wore the mask. I guess it’s more of an intimidation thing right? But seriously, you should consider using your look as a recruiting tool. I mean, you catch more dactillions with honey than vinegar amirite?”

He grabbed the front of your jacket and pulled you against the bars.

“Enough,” he seethed. His eyes bore into yours and you could see dark anger behind them. “You know what I want. And you’re going to tell me. Right now.” You smiled up at him.

“I don’t think so.”

You suddenly felt a constricting force around your neck. The air left your lungs as it grew tighter and tighter. You wheezed and coughed as your hungry lungs struggled to find air. Your vision grew black and just when the last of the light was about to fade away, the feeling was released.

You fell to your hands and knees gasping and huffing. You looked up and saw Kylo staring back at you.

“That was exhilarating,” you choked out. “Not at all like how others have described it.”

The next second you smacked face first against the cell bars. Your hand flew to your nose as it began gushing blood.

“That was not so exhilarating,” you said, your voice nasally. “Could I bother you for a tissue? Or a handkerchief? You guys are fancy here I feel like you probably have at least three handkerchiefs in your pocket right now.”

Kylo grabbed the front of your jacket through the bars again and raised you to your feet.

“I’m going to be back in 20 minutes. Be ready to talk or else you’ll suffer true consequences.”

He dropped you to the floor and strode away down the hall.

“I’ll miss you!”  you called after him. He shook his head and continued on his way.

After he was gone you sat back on the floor clutching your nose. Your head was pounding and now on top of that you had a broken nose. You started to think that just maybe this time your luck had run out when you saw Kylo’s discarded helmet on the floor.

You scrambled to the bars and reached out as far as you could. You were mere inches away but you couldn’t manage to grasp it. You stuck your leg through the gap and, with some maneuvering, you managed to get your foot around it. You brought it to the bars and started looking it over.

You pried apart several compartments and removed all the bits and pieces you could until you removed a sharp silver pin. You moved over to the locking mechanism and jammed the small piece of metal inside. You jostled it around and after 10 mins of struggling you heard several clicks and the lock released.

You pushed the door aside and strolled out, whistling down the hall.

“Considerably high rank,” you laughed. “Wait till I tell Poe about that one.”

[jokers-ponytail]

Let me be horny ffs 😔

[remade01-deactivated20200115]

*gets a new interest* ah.......... time to annoy my followers with 1 685 5753 6969 posts they did not ask for

[rosie-reads-a-lot]

ok i feel personally attacked

[coatedwithsalt]

[babbushka]

Each Eye (3/8)

Kylo was the most feared boss in the entirety of New York City. They said that the crime families were no more, that they had disappeared with the end of an era. You knew it wasn’t true, you saw first hand. The families didn’t disappear, they simply went underground, adapted.

Lucky for you, your man, and your family, no one could ever get rid of crime. Not really.

Mob Boss!Kylo x Reader

Word count: 6.6k Warnings: N*FW, mostly fluff/domestic, mentions of violence/murder 

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The next morning, you woke up with a smile on your face.

Yesterday had been stressful, but what was a little stress every now and then? It was late, much later than you expected – already nearing eight o’clock, and your husband was still snoring heavily next to you.

Your husband, you thought as your smile grew ever wider.

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