#blondeinthecockpit

[niiklausxarchive-blog]

Out of his surprise he was standing there noticing the figure before him, arms crossed behind his back “Now to what do I owe this pleasure? we don’t have anything to talk about.” 

[vvaspower]

MOODBOARD // ALIDA SALK, RESISTANCE PILOT

( secret santa gift for @blonde-in-the-cockpit ! hope you like it and have a happy new year ! ) 

[fatebalance]

“Please, let me out of here!”

@blonde-in-the-cockpit  ||   meme ~ accepting

                    ❝ I’d   get   comfortable. ❞   He presented himself as a figure of power and authority, someone who prided himself on intimidation while finding confidence in the control he held,   ❝ You’re   not   leaving   anytime   soon. ❞

[thewanderingsoul]

| Spark of the Rebellion| Closed Starter |

@blonde-in-the-cockpit

Rey should be happy. She and Chewie managed to evacuate what remained of the Resistance from Crait. But somehow...somehow as they’re floating in space she’s never felt more alone and isolated from the people she’s come to consider friends. Whatever happened with Ben...well, she isn’t sure what to do about him. He didn’t do what she expected...and she’d mistakenly entrusted so much to him. He’d gone the wrong way. Tried to kill her friends. Had a hand in killing Luke, and Han, and nearly his mother and everyone else in the Falcon. 

And yet she’s still felt an enormous struggle in closing the door on him. Felt the struggle of being surrounded by people who don’t know that he can come into her mind at any moment. People who don’t know that she had the chance to kill the new Supreme Leader and she did not act on it...couldn’t act on it. She has secrets to keep now, Horrible, damning secrets. 

And she can’t be surrounded by all this merriment. 

So she seeks out solitude on the Falcon. The main hangout area is full with the Resistance, and she knows Chewie will be in the cockpit, so Rey sets out into  one of the hallways, searching out a space that includes both quiet and a viewport. 

[gingeralehux]

@blonde-in-the-cockpit — »»»Liked for a STARTER«««

He found himself reaching out to grasp at her chin, gloved fingers brushing away a trail of blood left behind from the way she had unceremoniously been caught.             “Your Resistance is falling all around you. Why continue to fight?” 

[connixkaydelko]

For @blonde-in-the-cockpit​ from here: 

kriff…she had hoped to hide her wound from the others, as there were pilots, fighters, and other Resistance members who needed medical attention far more than she. At least, that’s what she tried to convince herself, though the longer she went with nothing but a simple tanktop wrapped up against the open wound, the more discomfort and weakness she had begun to feel. Glancing up at the other blonde, she attempted to wave her off dismissively.

“I’m-I’m fine…” she assured her with a small attempt of a smile to soothe her worries, though it faded as her eyes fell to the console where her other hand was trembling against the panel. “Look…please don’t tell Poe…he has enough on his plate…I’ll be f-fine…”

❝ ‘ I’m fine ’ is what Poe says as he is literally bleeding out all over the control room. ❞ Excuse her if she didn’t really believe those words when spoken. Connix’s eyes moved from the other blonde’s face to the shaking hand on her console. Standing up, she tried to guide Alida into her vacated seat. Looking down at her friend her eyes then wandered around the room to the other crew members. She was right. But she still wasn’t going to get away with it fully.

❝ Sit down and let me see, ❞ she sighed after a moment. She wouldn’t bother Poe. For now.

[bigdealeightseven-a]

❝ I sorta had a bad day. Just cuddle up with me for a little while, please? ❞

Finn closed the distance between Alida and himself. He gave her a sympathetic smile and pressed a gentle kiss against her lips. He taking hold of her legs, he lifted her up and off her feet, and carried her over to bed. If she wanted to cuddle , she was going to get cuddles.

[coronadelsol]

It’s like old memories in the back of my mind, but they’re not mine.

Well, that’d been an abrupt turn in the conversation. The sentiment itself hit close to home, though. Something most of them dealt with. There was no denying the impression the worst of the combat had left on them and their way of life.

Poe laced his fingers together, let them hang between his knees. It was a rare moment of thought before he opened his mouth. Lazy tendrils of steam rose from the open thermos of caf tucked between them, currently neglected. 

“Do you dream about it too?”