#solosboy

[lobo-escarlatta]

No tengo amigos, sufría por ello pero ya no me esfuerzo en tenerlos, ya no siento.

[rebelrug]

@solosboy​ said: "Do you ever get a headache looking at him?"

❝In the beginning, whatever part of my brain used to hurt while looking at your father has long since liquified.❞

Being around Han Solo for long periods of time was like being subjected to LOW DOSE RADIATION, at least, that was what Chewbacca likened it to during their legendarily petty squabbles. 

[chaoskept]

@solosboy / jai: i don't smell. you smell so bad it lingers and you're just confused.

[genitrice-old]

grandma, why is grandpa eating people? :I   /   @solosboy​

  “   he’s   not   eating   people,   little   star.   he’s   eating   bugs,  which   is   something   you   should   never   ever   do.   you   know,   war   changes   you,   and   he’s   trying   his   best.   ”

[legacybeynemoved]

@solosboy​

     ❝ Let me GUESS---another cocky flyboy with delusions of grandeur? Riveting. ❞

[rbeljedi]

solosboy

  remember in tfa where han said the falcon used to...

Han and Luke teaching smol Ben to fly the falcon pls.

god something’s gone terrible if luke’s flying the falcon.  Here’s the order of people who get to fly the falcon, according to han:

han

chewie

leia

lando

is wedge available

nien nunb, call him

everyone who rides smuggler’s run

luke i guess are you sure we cant fidn anyone else?

[nuestra-esencia]

Te voy a entregar todo de mi, aún sabiendo que cuando todo esto termine me quedaré sin nada.

[starowned]

@solosboy liked for a thing

Silence sat like a guillotine's damning blame above their heads, suffocating in it’s anticipation for the rope to be cut---or in this case for the silence to be broken. Who would speak first? Who would cave to their own stubborn tendency and pride? Poe had a feeling it would be him---it was more often than not these days. Maybe it was a sign he was growing up, he didn’t want to. Some part of him longed to stay that kid on Yavin forever, toothy smiles and hands eager to hold those of a boy who now stands before him as a man. 

So much had passed between them, between their mouths but still no words and Poe stares into dark doelike eyes with a pleaing desperation in his own. Snoke was dead. The news had come in a whisper from Leia, her voice soft and filled with all of the pain that had gathered around that name. He remembers seeing her eyes, her small sturdy frame as she watched the setting suns. Poe had felt it’s weight----still feels it. This is the first time he’s seen Ben since he’s returned, days later, nearly a week. Poe hadn’t exactly been avoiding the young force user, but a part of him was scared to find nothing at all would change. Maybe that boy he loved was gone.  

“Hey.” The word is weak on his tongue and maybe Poe shouldn’t have broken first, shouldn’t have said anything at all----would Ben Solo answer? Would he be brushed off for the hundreth millionth time, walked past, shoulder avoided, because Ben wouldn’t touch him---refused to touch him as if Poe’s skin was as vile as poison. And still Poe Dameron was a stubborn man----he wouldn’t give up, especially not now.