Apr 7, 2016
❝ Hey, you that ace pilot everyone talks about? ❞
@rebelegacy
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❝ Hey, you that ace pilot everyone talks about? ❞
@rebelegacy
👫 crushed it
Send a 👫 and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship (not accepting for now) @rebelegacy
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⤑ they had met when finn, fresh off his first job, had been stopped by campus police. they were asking questions, he was feeling an adrenaline drop. his arrest was probably imminent had it not been for poe dameron. he didn’t save finn, oh no. he was just the bigger troublemaker.
⤑ finn bailed him out and they had breakfast for a first date.
⤑ the corporation had to grant finn’s request for marriage but everything from proposal to wedding? that was all finn. their photos are the only ones finn has of family.
⤑ finn 100% believes poe dameron shot first. jerk.
&& @rebelegacy // ❤︎’d
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❝so. flying, huh.❞
a pause. finn’s looking at the baby x-wing, though it continues being intimidatingly large, still. like hell, baby. if this thing crashes, it’d explode, just the same. earlier enthusiasm seems a bit more muted now that he’s standing before the very contraption he’s asked to be taught to control.
❝are you sure you wanna do this, i mean you must be busy, right and this is— i mean, it’s y’know. it’s an important teaching tool we don’t want anyone to miss out on using it just because of me, not that i will— stars, i hope not, but just in case you know?❞
&&@rebelegacy
⟨ msg sent 12:38pm : hubby⟩ remind me again what you we’re wearing today? ⟨ msg sent 12:38pm : hubby ⟩ in great detail p&t :)
please do not let my grandson have /black hole/ in his name... . ..
❝have you TRIED talking sense into your son?❞
“hey loser”“hey loser”“hey loser”“hey loser”“hey loser”“hey loser”“hey loser”
If I’m one of your favorite blogs send me “hey loser”
right back at you, my bumblebee!
@rebelegacy wanted angst.
the comm room’s unattended. well ------- he steps briskly over a body, nudges the second aside with his boot. it had been attended, but it wasn’t anymore. COLLATERAL DAMAGE. he’s already moved on, eyes alert as he settles in a seat. his message will need to be encrypted, of course, and he’ll need to get past the rebel’s system. crack their code. in hindsight, keeping a man conscious ( alive? ) might have been more efficient. a blaster pressed against a carotid might have been motivation enough; as it is, he’s stuck, anger rising as his attempts are denied, and -------- TOO LATE. there’s no raised alarm, no obvious tip off that their prisoner’s escaped. nothing but the increase of footfall out in the hall, an undercurrent of tension thrumming through the air. he grabs the blaster from the desk once more, already on his feet. change of plans: he just needs a ship. he catches them off guard. they don’t expect his appearance in the hall, too brazen for a man attempting to run. and why not? they’re no THREAT. blaster holstered. hands are quieter; one lodges under a man’s neck, the other makes home in the space between ribs. confident, quick; they slump to the ground. they’re not prepared for it. they’re not a match. they’re nothing at all to him.
&&@rebelegacy
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❝—will you be home in time for dinner?❞