#corward

[heyimyourdad]

What Oscar Isaac says about Stormpilot/Finnpoe...

What he says about d*sney...

What he really wants to say (to d*sney)...

*insert GIF of Poe throwing a tantrum and screaming ‘COWARD’ at Admiral Holdo in TLJ because I cannot find it anywhere*

Followed by...

*Ok so obviously I can’t speak for Oscar but this just seemed too good to resist and I’m butt hurt about stormpilot/finnpoe, I’m sure some of you can relate*

[eridawrites]

( slurred words ) pretty please ♥

I doubt you remember sending me this, but I know it was for Corward and I’m on a meme-answering spree at the moment, so I’m gonna do it. A drunken description of one Miss Cora Johnson by Ed Corner.

Ed stared dumbly at the group of friends surrounding him after the question was turned on him. They were talking about their friends, present or not, and what they loved most about the other. He’d already been asked to talk about everyone in the room, and now Jo turned the question on him as her head rested on Cora’s shoulder, whose on head was resting on Prue’s shoulder. The three girls had taken the couch hostage after they all drunkenly stumbled over, and Ed was now sitting opposite them on an overturned crate. The furniture in the home of the university students was hardly chic or necessarily “furniture” at all.

“Well, I already called Sam a cloud, Prue the bay you mistake for an ocean, and Jo a comet,” he reasoned, his tongue feeling numb as the question slowly filtered through his impaired mind. As if it would aid him in some way, he rose the bottle of beer up to his lips and took a thoughtful swig. “Cora’s like...not the sun, but the streaks of light you see breaking through the clouds when you’re flying up high. It seems to break through the darkest clouds to shine some brightness on all different parts of the world. There’s no discrimination. The light touches everything.”

He offered a smile to the group as he looked up from his drink. “She’s, uh, she’s beautiful. Her eyes are the same color as the sky on a clear day, and I guess that’s why I feel more comfortable when I’m looking into them.” There was a blush creeping from his neck up to his hairline, but he couldn’t seem to stop his drunken rambling mouth. “She’s one of the most trust-worthy people I’ve ever met. A great midnight snack buddy, too. We can’t make a thing, but we’re great at picking spoons to eat ice cream with. She makes whimsy and optimism seem possible for anyone she comes across.”

“And, uh, she’s got a good accent,” he concluded with a small chuckle, quickly taking a long gulp of his beer to hide his burning face from the others.

[eridawrites]

♪: Open when you can’t sleep

Johnson -

I meant to write this for when you can’t sleep, but then you’d probably end up reading it about three seconds from now since it’s four in the morning and I can hear you in the kitchen still. After I finish this I’m probably going to talk to you (past you, since present you is reading this, unless you got your hands on a timeturner, but in that case the present you would also be your past you but continue to be your present you). So, don’t just read this when you can’t sleep. Read it when you can’t sleep and I’m not around.

Have I ever told you how amazing birds are? They’re incredible, really. They spend so much of their lives in the air, it’s like a dream. And when they don’t like someplace, they just get up and fly away. Those beaks of theirs are tough, but they hardly ever peck people. It’s like ‘oi, I’ve got this weapon on my face, but I won’t use it’, and that’s so amazing. And there are just so many different kinds of birds. And the best part? The other birds don’t really care. They just go on, and fly on.

Zebras are pretty awesome, too. Bees aren’t appreciated enough, or anteaters. Dragons, well, okay, dragons are really amazing. Being a dragon for a day would be remarkable, just to see the world from that perspective. Then again, I guess we all think it’d be interesting to see the world from every perspective possible. It’s the saddest part of life that we only ever see the world truly from our own two eyes, yet the most special and integral part of it. We can try, but we can never truly gain the same perspective as another person or creature.

Sorry for the ink blotches around the corners. I just knocked over the inkwell by accident. Actually, the blotches look really cool. The one all the way up at the right kind of looks like Merlin. Oh, that might be a good way to help you fall asleep! Count the Merlins!

I hope you never have to read this. I hope you never have a night when you can’t sleep and someone else isn’t there to be with you, whether it’s me or not. I know I go missing sometimes, and I miss it when I wake up somewhere and there’s no chance I can just walk into the kitchen and see you. You’re wonderful, Cora, and that’s the word I’m using because it half past four in the morning and I can’t think of any others to possibly describe you. You’re wonderful, and you’re real, more real than any bad dreams. Don’t let yourself think otherwise.

- Ed C.

P.S. There’s a small pouch attached. I charmed it so that it stretches on the inside, and there’s about a dozen fairy tale books inside to read to help you fall asleep.

[enji16]

Turning a blind eye

With all the “other” friends I have, I don’t see any of them speaking of the incident. Probably just “something else black people are being dramatic about.” Or “it doesn’t affect me” Says a lot Says a lot about them, says a lot about what they stand for and against, and says a lot about if they’d stand up for me as a black person. Yea, you’ll probably stand up for me for being your “friend”, but would you stand up for my rights as a black woman?! This shit trickles down on the whole community… & even “others”, but it’s interesting to see the lack of concern or the cowardly silence.

[im-not-the-tin-dog]

You can be brave without being reckless. Just as you can be scared without being a coward.