#killyoufirst

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ie WHERE DID YOU ALL COME FROM???

Seriously though, I made this blog a little over a month ago, and I never thought it would get a reception like this. It’s been so great and I’ve really been welcomed in and it’s wonderful, I love you all.

FOLLOW FOREVER ~ THE BAES

@rogue-one-aviator : Seriously though, ultimate bae. There’s barely a day when we don’t talk? And we have the best AUs and fics and everything and Bodhi is just so precious and adorable and his papa loves him dearly

@jedhaborn / @thetraitxr : Such a sweetheart, I love their blogs and we’ve chatted a bit too and they’re just altogether lovely and I love them.

@suojelia : The first Baze to ever follow me, and they’re just so frickin’ amazing?  I’m just in awe.

@iwillrebel : We have so many threads and they’re just awesome, like there are a million and three things going on but it is great and Chirrut is adopting Jyn, end of story 

ALL MY BABIES

@sergeantstardust @rebel-rookie @tenfeellikeahundred @killyoufirst @rebelcannon @jedhapilot @returnedtostardust @daughterofgalen @thedoctornumber11 @rebellicnstardust @kcytoo @pacifistduchess @iseethroughtheforce @theforcecombatant @master-jedi-shaak-ti @ofanxietyandrebellion @forcescnsitive @greatpxwer @gxneraliisms @faithindiplomacy @youwillneverwin @mathematicpoetry @ourchoiice @roguespy @youroddsareterrible @cassian-captain @therebelerso @likemyfatherbeforeme 

and if I’ve forgotten anybody I’m so so sorry, you’re all so amazing and I love you all

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As she turned to go, he caught her by the wrist, holding tight. His eyes were wild, and his smile flecked with blood, but he was strong, and he held on like rigor mortis had already set in. “You’ll never win,” he said.

“And if you leave hereYou leave me broken, shattered, I lieI'm just a cross hairI'm just a shot, then we can die”

His breath caught, and more blood misted out over his bottom lip, leaving freckles on the collar of his shirt. “Finish the job,” he breathed, his free hand reaching for her weapon. “If you can.”