Your Honor I love him‼️
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if i look back, i am lost

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Peter Solarz
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❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
almost home
NASA
EXPECTATIONS

Kiana Khansmith
Jules of Nature
Sade Olutola
occasionally subtle
Claire Keane

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Your Honor I love him‼️
Girls when he does the bare minimum in fanfiction
Is he a scary man covered in blood? Or is he my baby girl? Spot the difference
Heartless
Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader
Rating: T
Notes: I feel like I’ve been sitting on this for an age. Anyway, here we go. Not beta read. I reread it like 18 times but I’m sure I’ll spot 28 typos and tense-shifts the second I post.
Length: 11.9K
Warnings: Angst, cursing, death of a parent, mentions of homelessness and hunger, fluff
Summary: When you landed at the Resistance base on D’Qar, you had nothing but the clothes on your back, your mother’s heart pendant, and fifteen credits in your pocket.
Growing up on a remote and impoverished homeworld meant that you were raised with very little. You and your mother worked hard for the scraps that you managed. When she presented you with a grey heart-shaped pendant, you knew that she must’ve scraped and scrimped to save for it. She swore to you that she’d save enough for you to have a chain to wear it on one day.
But when the First Order swept through your corner of the galaxy, they took everything that you’d ever known: your home, your school, your friends—your mother.
All that you had left of her was your memories, and your grief, and the heart-shaped pendant that you carried with you every day.
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