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joyride (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/VkEAgNOUVR She was the stranger who broke down in the back of his car at 11:30 at night, but for some reason, he couldn't seem to understand how she could look so pretty when she cried.
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hey guys so i decided to start putting some of my stuff on wattpad and this is the first story i’ve put up :) i’d love you forever if you guys checked it out <3
Tangled text posts 2/?
good song: plays
me: wait
me: im not enjoying it hard enough
me: *skips back to beginning to enjoy it harder*
This picture is so pretty!
this isn’t diego and felicity this is the au where they don’t die we’ve all been waiting for
CORGI HUSKY MIXED. THEY STAY THAT LITTLE IM DYINGGGG
Friendly reminder that
bisexual girls who have a boyfriend are still part of the LGBT+ community
bisexual girls who’ve never kissed a girl before are still part of the LGBT+ community
bisexual girls who are more attracted to boys than to girls are still part of the LGBT+ community
bisexual girls who’ve never had a boyfriend/girlfriend before are still part of the LGBT+ community
bisexuals are part of the LGBT+ community
Rogue One concept art by Matt Allsopp for The Art of Rogue One: A Star Wars Story
Felicity Jones for Saturday Night Live
“With one second left until total shutdown, K-2SO chose to mentally simulate an impossible scenario in which Cassian Andor escaped alive. The simulation pleased him.
“The words of the chant echoed in Chirrut Imwe’s heart once more before he died: I am one with the Force and the Force is with me.”
“He heard nothing as the cabin flared impossibly bright. Like a pilot should, he died with his ship.”
“When death had come for him in the shadow of the walker, he had faced it with defiance. Now there was grief. There was no fear. Baze Malbus died in pain, but it did not last long.”
“When Cassian Andor died, he would be ready, and he would be content.”
“Soon all these things, too, burned away, and Jyn Erso -finally at peace- became one with the Force.”
Felicity Jones for Saturday Night Live
Rogue One concept art by Matt Allsopp for The Art of Rogue One: A Star Wars Story
Jyn, to Cassian: Would you like to stay for dinner?
Lyra and Galen, hollering from the other room: WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER?
Rebelcaptain fanfic: 5 times Cassian and Jyn shared a bed
But then again, you can be quick to envy someone else’s struggles when they appeared easier than yours.
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The first two weeks Jyn Erso simply didn’t sleep.
It was that easy; she instead haunted Yavin base, wandering the endless corridors like the rebellion’s very own personal ghost. It was fitting. There were enough ghosts surrounding her, so she may as well invite them in, let them become a part of her. She would eventually pass out in odd places: inside a crate amongst several blasters, in the middle of the north staircase. Once, she was even found curled up inside the cargo hold of one of the transports. She might’ve ended up in Imperial territory if someone hadn’t found her.
Cassian seemed to be the only one who was willing to dare approach her. She wasn’t aware of much, but she would hear the other soldiers make the call (“Captain? Uhhh … yeah, sorry, but we’ve found Erso again,”) and knew he was the one who would come for her. She was liable to lash out at anyone who dared try and wake her, but the man was nothing but patient and Jyn didn’t know whether she loved or hated him for it. He would wake her as gently as he could, before sliding his arms under her slight weight. She would protest weakly, but the truth of the matter was that her brain was tired, confused and dangerously spiralling, and she would let him take her to the sickbay.
“You’re going to hurt yourself soon,” he would say gruffly as she dozed half-conscious in his arms.
But the dark abyss of sleep threatened to swallow her whole every time she tried. Every time she closed her eyes, her ghosts were faithfully there to keep her company. Rogue One would hang over her head, the blaster shots, the explosions, the pain and the exhaustion of the battle. The tears she’d been unable to choke back as she watched her father’s message, her cries as she held his broken body in her arms – all of it would flood her in sleep until she was sure she was slowly being driven insane.
Cassian kept bringing her to the sickbay, probably because the man just didn’t know what else to do. Somewhere in her mind she recognised this and felt the guilt churning, knew that he was worrying over her, wanted to make it better somehow, but didn’t have the first clue how. She used to be so good at sleeping. She was a thief, a liar, always on the run, always trying to keep her head down and hide; she had to be good at sleeping whenever she got the privilege. Where had that Jyn Erso gone?
Maybe she really had died on that beach.
She didn’t recognise any of the parts of herself that were left, after all.
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Me before Rogue One: I hate angst, I want happy endings for my otps and major character death is a big no
Me after Rogue One: I. LOVE. PAIN.
*me before reading the novel*: okay but rebelcaptain
*me after* oKaY BuT REBELCAPTAIN
“Are you with me?”
“All the way.”
- Unknown Artist
Rebelcaptain headcanons
If the had lived, they would have become real friends, eventually finding something to talk about other than war.
If they had lived, they would have stood together in the back of the hall as Princess Leia awarded medals to Skywalker, Solo, and Chewbacca, leaving together before the end of the ceremony, Cassian’s hand tentative on her back, and instead, going to the darkened hanger to drink to their lost companions, still not admitting to themselves how they felt about one another.
If they had lived, Jyn would have kissed him first outside of his quarters on Hoth, her cold-bitten hands frozen to the bone until the moment he reached for her and pulled her back to him as she made to leave for her own bunk.
If they had lived, the holoimage of Jyn that Cassian had carried with him during the six-week hunt for the whereabouts of Liana Hallik would have found its way back into the inside of his favorite leather jacket, resting in a pocket just above his breastbone.
If they had lived, Cassian would have had the pleasure of seeing her eyes unlined by kohl, and she would have looked for a moment like a girl of 22 who might have had a quiet childhood.
If they had lived, Jyn would have seen his face softened by the absence of war, and he would still be beautiful as anyone she had ever known.
If they had lived, every night for five years, when she would help him pull off his tunic, Jyn would have traced with her finger Cassian’s scar caused by Krennic’s blaster, as though she would wear it away like water working against stone.
If they had lived, Jyn would have tied her kyber necklace around his wrist and made a promise of always to him under a cloudless sky.
If they had lived, Cassian would have been Jyn’s first (and only) love. As things turned out, though, that was still true.
