Jul 21, 2020
What kind of feelings do you feel every time you have to publicly say you don't like a song
adrenaline .... i like tossing my opinions to the wolves
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What kind of feelings do you feel every time you have to publicly say you don't like a song
adrenaline .... i like tossing my opinions to the wolves
stan giving his daughter advice because she feels lonely like
forcemetry said : “ sleep. i’ll fight the bad dreams off if they come to get you. “
sleep, the enemy that rey dreaded with each passing sunset, knowing that what met her would be bitter memories of her youth. of her parents’ disappearance. she often clung to the redhead in the aftermath of a nightmare, his warmth and gracefulness allowing her a moment of solitude. they were particularly quiet, rey noted, in the event of a bad dream. oftentimes, it was cal awaking with a start, heartbeat pounding faster than rey thought possible, and fear personified on his expression. it was a routine they fell into not long after meeting ; they would sleep, and, if they were lucky, not be disturbed with a harsh reminder of their pasts. in the off chance that one was, however, the remainder of the night was spent with a comforting embrace and a calming silence. this time, it was rey who awoke from a nightmare, hair strewn about wildly, fists desperately clenching quilt. it’s cal’s immediate embrace that reminds her it had merely been a dream, and that she was safely tucked away in a hut on jakku. “ a sniper got you, “ she breathes into his neck, “ and i couldn’t help. you were gone. “
cal shed a light on rey so bright that it felt blinding. she had somehow grown used to living her life with him, contributing to perhaps her first experience with domesticity. they sought out meals together, scavenged together, slept together, and existed together. their lives were simple and scarce, but she wouldn’t trade it for the world. “ tell me a story. “ eyes close again, head resting atop the other’s chest, legs entangled and tucked underneath hand-sewn quilt. “ i’ll fall asleep to your voice, knowing that you’re protecting me. “
me whenever jae does anything: stop that right now young man or risk getting KISSED
jae, getting out of bed in the morning:
me: