the last of the solos

I made a quick interest checker for my blogs since I’m trying to get back into tumblr posting and don’t know who’s still her end wants to play!

These may have been edited for clarity or length or to better apply for roleplaying.

❛ For crying out loud, what you still doing in bed? ❜

❛ You’re gonna miss breakfast. ❜

❛ You’re making me nervous. ❜

❛ Where are you going? ❜

❛ I seem to have caught a cold. ❜

❛ Are you sure you wanna do this? ❜

❛ Is something wrong? ❜

❛ It’s foolish to run the risk of going mad for vanity’s sake. ❜

❛ Anger’s a potent spice. A pinch wakes you up. Too much dulls your senses. ❜

❛ I’m sorry. ❜

❛ Is that whiskey? ❜

❛ The strongest person is the person who isn’t scared to be alone. ❜

❛ Before you know it you’re pouring your life out in search of something other people told you to go look for. ❜

❛ You need to figure out how to take care of yourself. ❜

❛ I wanted to give condolences. ❜

❛ You think I’m a prima donna, don’t you? ❜

❛ You’re stubborn, so you get mad. When that happens, you can only see what’s in front of you. ❜

❛ I have taught you everything I know. ❜

❛ Be careful. ❜

❛ I felt like a fool. ❜

❛ Are you trying to psych me out? ❜

❛ You always drink this much? ❜

❛ If you keep doing this, you’re gonna end up washed up by the time you’re 21. ❜

❛ I like your hair. ❜

❛ Are you serious? ❜

❛ I should probably sleep. ❜

❛ You make me sick. ❜

❛ You are very beautiful. ❜

❛ Have you ever been in love? ❜

❛ I need to be alone. ❜

❛ You shouldn’t be by yourself. You know what happens. ❜

❛ I don’t know what I’m doing. ❜

❛ Pathetic, well… I’m looking at pathetic. ❜

❛ How are you? ❜

❛ Are you okay? ❜

❛ I’m worried about you. ❜

❛ Well, what are you doing here? ❜

❛ I told you to leave me alone! ❜

❛ Who the hell are you? ❜

❛ If you weren’t here, I’d probably have a bottle of wine now. ❜

❛ You’ve been the best at what you do for so long, you don’t even know what it’s like for the rest of us. ❜

❛ You are out of your fucking mind. ❜

❛ You’re like my guardian angel. ❜

❛ I’m not here to save you. Hell, I can barely save me. ❜

❛ I’m here because you need me to be here. ❜

I made a quick interest checker for my blogs since I’m trying to get back into tumblr posting and don’t know who’s still her end wants to play!

I made a quick interest checker for my blogs since I’m trying to get back into tumblr posting and don’t know who’s still her end wants to play!

Hello! We have a brand new masterlist 2.0 post seeing as the old one was getting quite crowded and notifications weren’t coming through. Same rules apply, though if you’ve already reblogged the old one and you’re already on the masterlist, you do not need to reblog this one.

So, if you’re a new blog, all you need to do is reblog this post and state the following in the tags:

your muse name

canon or OC

single or multi-muse blog

for muses outside of Star Wars that have a dedicated verse, make sure you include the fandom you’re in. if you’re fandomless, just tag it as such.

“THIS LEVER CONTROLS THE ENGINES THE FALCON USES TO TRAVEL through realspace,” Han said. “This one takes the ship into hyperspace, after the navicomputer here figures out when it’s safe for the ship to jump to lightspeed.” “And these?” Allana asked, pointing to a pair of trackball controllers just left of the central display monitor. “Hopefully, you’ll never have to touch those. They control the laser cannons.” It was just the two of them in the cockpit, Han in the pilot’s chair and Allana seated on his knee. Leia was in the main hold trying to reach Luke on the comm and C-3PO was crating up the slicer droid for shipment back to Vaced. Free to pursue her own course, the Falcon was purring through interstellar space. “Can I steer?” Han stood her at the yoke. “Go ahead.” Allana experimented with the instruments. “Can I make it go faster?” “Can you reach the throttle?” She stretched out her right hand and made a sound of effort. “Got it.” “Wow! Not so fast,” Han laughed, thankful he had the inertial compensator dialed to full. Surrendering the yoke, she climbed into the copilot’s chair. “I think you’re going to be a terrific pilot,” Han told her. “Like Aunt Jaina?” “Just like Aunt Jaina.” Allana inclined her head to one side. “Is she going to marry Jag?” Han smiled. “I don’t know. We’ll have to ask her when we see her.” “Did your grandpa teach you how to pilot a starship?” “No.” Han gave his head a pensive shake. “I didn’t know my grandfather.” “We could go look for him.” He laughed. “I think I’ve had my fill of quests for the time being.” “Why?” “You’re full of questions,” Han said, pivoting to face her. “But I’ve got one for you. Do you want to visit your mom? We’re not too far from the Hapes Consortium right now. A quick hyperspace jump and we’re there.” Allana smiled. “I want to see my mother.” She looked up at Han. “And if Mom says it’s okay, I want to stay with you and Grandma some more.” “You’re sure?” Allana nodded. “Sure.” “You know it’s not always going to be a treasure hunt. Sometimes Grandma and I just sit around doing nothing.” “I can do that,” she assured him. “Anyway, how do you know another adventure won’t happen?” Han had his mouth open to respond when Leia entered the cockpit, C-3PO a step behind her. Her look told him that she had big news. “What?” “The GA government is planning to file criminal charges against Luke.” “Charges? What’s he done this time?” Leia’s gaze shifted briefly and deliberately to Allana. “Dereliction of duty.” Han nodded slowly. So Daala’s government had decided to blame Luke for having allowed Jacen to slip to the dark side. Will it never end? “How are the Jedi taking it?” he asked. “Not too seriously.” “Maybe they’re right. Daala could be doing this because she has to, not because she wants to.” Leia gave her head a quick shake. “He’s going to need our help, Han.” Han snorted. “Of course he is.” Allana swung to C-3PO. “Threepio, we’re going to help rescue Master Luke!” “Oh, dear. Not again.” Han and Leia laughed. “Everyone strap in,” Han said. “You never know what kind of ride we’re in for.” The Millennium Falcon responded to his call for power with an enthusiastic leap. Tasked with heading for Coruscant and raring to go, the old but venerable YT-1300 gathered her strength for the jump to lightspeed, then streaked into hyperspace and vanished from sight.

Millennium Falcon - James Luceno