#sweetscavenger

[beststarpilot-a-blog]

{ ☆ @sweetscavenger ;; }

☆--“This place isn’t safe. You should watch your back.”

[i-am-the-agonist]

//Someone stop me I’m supposed to be doing homework

[beststarpilot-a-blog]

{ ☆ @sweetscavenger ;; }

☆--“What, exactly, am I still waiting for?”

[gcngcn-blog]

||sweetscavenger

                 Shifty eyes glare at one of the vehicles just a ways away.                  He wanted to ride one more than anything, but it clearly                  belonged to someone else. What if he were to just--                  STEAL it, right now. What would happen?

[i-am-the-agonist]

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((Goddamn that’s a lot of yin-yangs o.o)) 

send me a ☯ for a brotp meme

because honestly, where’s the love for our platonic sweethearts?

who’s older?: They’re the same age but probably won’t ever know because Rey spent most of her life without birthdays….so…but I think Amy is a little older.

who’s more protective?: I would say Amy, but Rey is a force to be reckoned with so it’s pretty even. 

what’s their origin?:(how did they become brotp) DRUNKEN NOODLE DANCING AT MOS EISLEY AWW YISS

what are four words to describe their relationship?: INTERGALACTIC JOYRIDE OF BROMANCE! (I’m not creative okay??) 

how does each one feel when the other gets into a romantic relationship?:do they get jealous? are they super protective? proud of their friend getting out there?? A little bit of all of the above, but they’re mostly supportive and happy for each other.

list three problems that they’ve encountered in their time together: Amy’s impulsiveness, Rey bottling everything up, and you know a Galactic Space War in the background. 

how often do they fight?: Not often, more like little non-serious squabbles and disagreements on opinionated topics. Like Amy’s inability to pilot. Anything.  

what would their biggest fight be about?: Probably their conflicting views on morality and the force and stuff. More serious subjects. 

nicknames/terms of endearment?: For Amy: Ames, Space Cadet, dumbass, amazon, charred cinnamon roll, has tasted the fires of hell. For Rey: Ray of Sunshine, Rey-Rey, Rey-Bae, precious cinnamon roll too good for this world. 

how long will they last?:do they fall out a few months after friendship blooms? do they laugh at their respective grandchildren together while looking over photos from decades ago? FRIENDS FOREVER. THEY WILL BE FORCE GHOSTS TOGETHER GOING AROUND AND SPOOKIN’ PEOPLE AND SHIT.

how well do they know each other?: Pretty well, they’re besties after all. 

which of the two is more: violent, expressive, affectionate, irritable, intelligent, attractive, kind: Amy is definitely more violent, expressive, irritable and affectionate. Rey can get violent too but she’s a lot kinder and intelligent. Also the way she shows affection differs. Both space bbies are gorgeous. 

are there any chances of them n o t staying platonic?: You mean like, broke back jedi?? lololo *rolls away*  ((don’t give me reasons for more potential drabbles. don’t do it))

how would they react if the other were to die?: They’d be crushed because their best friend, other half is gone. Imagine the Age of Ultron scene where Wanda just fuckin’ sinks because she felt Pietro die. That kinda sums it up. ouo oops. 

what extent would one half of the brotp go for the other?: *Friends Theme song plays* They’d do everything within their power they could for the other. Best friends for life! 

list headcanons for them based around:

a slide: (marvel!verse) There’s this amazing indoor waterpark that the girls went to one time with everyone on their dorm floor. It was absolutely huge with two wave pools, a lazy river and slides which were constructed partly inside and out of the building. There was one enormous water slide that all the guests raved about at the park. It was one where you had to use a blow up raft on. Needless to say Rey and Amy forced a certain RA and Radar Technician to go with them and the hilarity of the events was forever a treasured memory. 

a laptop: (marvel!verse) One time when Amy was complaining about her computer malfunctioning on her, Rey replied nonchalantly with, “Must be from all that porn, Ames.” And Amy nearly lost her shit. Her sweet, innocent roommate couldn’t have possibly made such a crass comment. It became an inside joke between the two. 

winter: (also marvel!verse) Their first semester as roommates was also Rey’s first experience of winter up north. She had purchased like five coats and the one she favored for particularly chilly days reminded Amy of a marshmallow. The first time the snow had really started to fall, she sat with Rey on a bench in the park, just taking in the calming sight. 

coca-cola: (star wars!verse) Rey had never had carbonated drinks before, so when she tried one at dinner one night, the other three got a good laugh when the bubbles caused the liquid to come out through her nose. Rey was kind of mortified at first, but eventually found the humor in the situation and joined the laughter. 

braiding hair: (star wars!verse) Amy agreed to let Rey braid her hair one day because it was quite long and had so much potential, as she had recalled the other resistance members telling her. She sat in her chair, smiling contently at the feeling of fingers raking through her long, locks. When her friend was done, Amy went to observe in the mirror. Rey hadn’t braided her entire head, just certain parts which accented the long strands untouched. With this look, Amy resembled someone of a warrior class from another system. It was a nice style. 

shoes: (big surprise marvel!verse) Rey can’t understand why Amy has so many shoes: everyday converse, ones for the gym, some for the club, a pair for the lab, ones for inside-who was she, Mr. Rogers? 

flowers: (star wars!verse) Rey absolutely adores plant life and growth. Coming from a planet which had been barren and desolate, this was no big surprise. The jedi likes to transfer the ones she likes into makeshift pots and keeps them all over her room at the resistance base. Sometimes when she, Finn, Poe and Amy are out in the meadows for break, she makes them flower crowns. Amy has done her best to keep every one in tact which she received from her best friend.

Grease monkey: (star wars!verse) While Amy doesn’t know much about maintenance or fixing things, she offers to give Rey a hand whenever work needs to be done on the Falcon. She likes to sit on the side, hand the jedi tools and listen to her go on and on about specs and terminology that Amy honestly doesn’t have the heart to say she’s clueless about. It’s something her best friend is passionate about, so Amy is happy to let her geek out about the aircraft. 

[i-am-the-agonist]

How I survived my 3 ½ hour class this evening

[daredevildameron-blog]

@sweetscavenger

    Pulling out of light speed moments ago left them scarcely outside the planet’s atmosphere. The swirl of clouds obscured the surface, the arid forests, but they would soon break those. “Estimated arrival is seven minutes,” was the automatic announcement he made more for his companion’s sake---though she knew it just as well with her skills. His gaze turned away from the controls, and there was a flicker of a smile in Rey’s direction.          “I’ve gotta say. . .it’s nice to have someone along for the ride for once.”

[i-am-the-agonist]

@sweetscavenger

The move in process couldn’t have been any more difficult. Sure it was a sweet idea to put giant cardboard boxes on wheels so all your belongings would fit and it would save yourself some trips. But the box was so big that it was having trouble staying on the board underneath. Every time Amy wheeled it through a threshold there was a ninety-nine point nine percent chance she’d have to gather momentum and charge like the little engine that could.

Finally, the elevator reached the seventh floor and Amy struggled yet again to haul her things out of the shaft and into the hallway. Once she figured out her room number, she fumbled for the key and eventually dragged the large box inside with her. Amy didn’t know if her roommate would be present or not She’d only gotten basic information that came with the housing contract a few days prior: name, email and a small profile the college used to put compatible roommates together like it was e-harmony or something. Amy’s roommate was Rey...something or another, she couldn’t remember. Amy’s mother had suggested she reach out to her roommate but like the responsible adult she was, Amy had just plum forgot. 

“Use one of the boxes,” Amy began in a mock tone resembling the RA’s. “It’ll be so much easier! When I’m done with this thing, I’m gonna kick it down the stairs and laugh!’ She cursed at no one in particular.