#traitortotheorder

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❝ You’re that stormtrooper, right? The one who turned on the order. ❞

@traitortotheorder    

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THERE’S A DISTURBANCE IN THE FORCE —  @traitortotheorder​

                          ❛     you act like you don’t.  ❜

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                              “ i have no idea how we’re supposed to do this. ”     she sighs, looking over at him.     “ i’m just a scavenger. i’m no one. ”

[landspeeding]

THE BIRTHDAY STARTER CALL / @traitortotheorder

“I FEEL HIS DARKNESS. I know I shouldn’t tell anyone or feel this way, Finn, but I do. I can just feel all of this... rage in my belly and it never goes away.”

[landspeeding]

HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY !! <3 <3

thank you so much baby boo <3

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@traitortotheorder liked for a starter

The woman let out a whimsical giggle as the man walked into her shop, her hand moving to run through her red curls. She tilted her head at him with an edge of curiosity , eyes calculating and lips pursed into a smirk. Her voice almost sick with the sweetness that dripped from it as she purred out , “ My, My, My, are you not just an adorable little thing? “

She turns, leaning against the wooden counter top, almost sitting on it as her head is turned to be trained on him. Her hands moving to smooth out the glitter skirt of her dress. She lets out a single laugh, brushing her fingers through her hair against before finally encountering him, her attitude still like honey , “ And how man I be able to help you today? “

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                 //: @traitortotheorder ;

                                      “ Don’t point that thing at me. ” 

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@traitortotheorder wants a starter 

          She’s sat by his bed, keeping a watchful eye on him and his injuries. The injuries he sustained at the hands of her grandson. As a young girl in the Legislative Youth Program she’d oft heard the saying of history repeating itself. She hadn’t put much thought into that witticism until now. Ben, her own grandchild, was following in the shadowed steps of her husband. 

          And yet, there would always be heroes. Some might argue that she was the hero of her time, standing up to Anakin when he’d been seduced by the darkside, and her children had followed suit twenty years later. Now this young man, lying on the bed and being treated for his injuries, was part of the next group of heroes. “What you have done over these past few days has been very brave,” she says aloud. “You’ve risked much, fighting for the side of the LIGHT.”