punch it bb-8 !

how long are you gonna be playin with bb8?

first of all, i had consent

TRY BACKTALK

MONT BLANC!!!!!!! Ok this all sounds amazing. ALSO UD Vice in Backtalk looks good on us (yes, it’s mauve. No, you weren’t surprised. Try it anyway). OH SHIT is glamglow doing the bday stuff this year? GOTTA GO GET MINE. This all sounds amaze. AMAZE.

when @kolhearted follows u

and u don’t know whether to scream internally or externally 

bc u love kol mikaelson

also what did you get

come to me my love

            it was like the light had been sucked from him. at first she’d only thought that she’d gotten to used to it, that certainly the best pilot in the resistance would not spare time and time again to come to her little corner of a shop to slip his hands around her waist and kiss her until she felt lightheaded. surely general organa’s second in command could have little prolonged interest in a droid mechanic. bb-l8 bumped against her leg, as if the droid could tell something was wrong. there was a moment when she wanted to drop to her knees, hug the former first order droid until she forgot who was imprisoned in front of her. something was wrong with poe, though, and she would not hide from him if there was something she could do to help. 

           ‘ i know it isn’t a cover. it’s something else. and the poe i know is still in there somewhere. ‘

      he was growing tired of the conversation at hand, moving against his restraints in order to cut this failing interrogation short. he had to give a hand to the resistance, they know how to contain a threat. everything in his expression was ice, mimicking the same ghoulish leader of the first order. deep in his bones, he had an order to follow, and this was just wasting time. maybe if the conversation could continue, he can manage to fool her into thinking the real poe bubbled back to the surface, letting him slip from these cuffs and continue his destruction from the inside out.

          she can’t even count on all her fingers and toes the number of friends she’d lost during the war. and she wished she could tell him that it was unlikely to get any easier. it was the nature of this war. it was a relay race, passing the baton from one person to the next so someone could be there to see the end. it was a life she had never wanted for her son. they had fought so that poe would never have to, and now she could see that same haunted look in her eyes that she so often saw in her own or in kes’. ‘ come on, poe. let’s get you inside and you can tell me about it. ‘

For once in his life he offers no words of false wisdom, rather he continues to look at the man. This would have never happened — this should have never happened. He can’t help but feel partially to blame, had he looked HARDER for Poe he would have found him, before this. Before any of this. It’s easy to see the signs now, the change in mood, the change of light, his magic was gone now and he’d never be the same. 

“Why — what could they have gained from taking your magic?” 

   memories fill his mind, drowning out the ticking of the clock on the wall nearby. he wondered if he had made the wrong move, that the people he struck that deal with were liars, and they probably were. everyone lied, kept secrets, did things they weren’t really proud of. poe felt the shiver again, as if frost were beginning to collect on his skin. it almost hurt how cold he became once his heat was gone. ❛ there was no way you would have found me, ben. i know you tried. ❜ that entire year, being dead but never being more alive and alert, making sure the trail led the dangers away. 

Had Rey found the two of them like this he knew the look she would give. Nothing but disappointment would spread across her face, though no words would leave her lips as she would pass the two to get into the house. Eventually if Poe and Ben kept it up she was more likely to find them just like this, speaking words neither dared to say around her.

Perhaps she already knew, maybe she had visions of the two of them but thought nothing of it letting them heal on their own. Ben felt something like pity for her, she would never know what the two of them talked about in private like this, and lately she would not experience anything like this with Poe. He was more private, he wasn’t sure if Rey could understand that as much as she pretends to.

“I wish you didn’t have to.” He exhales smoke. 

     he readjusts in his seat, cigarette in his mouth as his arm is used as support. exhaling more smoke, he thought about their story so far. shadow, fire, and sight, all bound together in some twisted ruling of the fates. it was almost comical how they met, rey running up to them with arms outstretched, welcoming. poe has no regrets of leaving the bar that night, leaving the warm atmosphere of friends and regular attendees for some random girl saying he has a major role in life.

    his eyes gaze out at the sun, rising to welcome them. for once he’s not shivering cold, his frame is no longer as small as it once when they reunited. he had rey to thank for that, constantly ensuring he ate. it was a reminder that he didn’t have to keep up the past of moving before he could catch his breath, that he could sit motionless and enjoy warmth in every sense of the word. a tap of his cigarette into the styrofoam cup dumped the collecting ash, as he looked up at ben.