Hit me with your loveliest hand and get over it.

the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.

rogue one was really just. we have a long ride ahead of us. trust goes both ways. hope? yeah, rebellions are built on hope. the strongest stars have hearts of kyber. there is more than one sort of prison, captain. i sense that you carry yours wherever you go. does he look like a killer? no, he has the face of a friend. i’m going to follow jyn, her path is clear. stardust, i have so much to tell you. i’ve been in this fight since i was six years old. what chance do we have? the question is what choice. run, hide, plead for mercy, scatter your forces. the time to fight is now! you’re asking us to invade an imperial force based on nothing but hope. rebellions are built on hope. they were never gonna believe you. i do. i believe you. i’m not used to people sticking around when things go bad. welcome home. we’ll take the next chance, and the next, and we’ll go on and on until we win or our chances are spent. make ten men feel like a hundred. good luck, little sister. stardust. i know because it’s me. climb, climb. this is for you, galen. who are you? you know who i am. i’m jyn erso, daughter of galen and lyra. you’ve lost. leave it, leave it… let’s go. do you think anybody’s listening? i do. someone’s out there. rogue one, may the force be with you. your father would’ve been proud of you, jyn. what is it they’ve sent us? hope.