among the stars

          open  starter  from  :  alice  cullen           location  :  downtown

→          two  seconds  .  that  was  all  the  time  she  was  allotted  to  feel  sorry  for  herself  .  it  wasn’t  that  she  meant  to  let  the  papers  go  flying  ,  those  darned  children  on  their  bicycles  –  they  would  definitely  be  the  death  of  her  during  her  busy  days  .  scratching  her  forehead  lightly  ,  internally  letting  the  aggressions  to  surpass  before  you  can  see  the  petite  woman  rushing  thrown  the  towns  downtown  ,  almost  tripping  over  her  feet  as  she  is  picking  up  the  papers  that  have  gotten  away  from  her  ,  hues  locking  in  on  a  piece  of  paper  on  the  other  side  of  the  road  .   ❝  hey  !  hey  !  please  ,  for  the  love  of  everything  grab  that  paper  before  the  wind  gets  it  again  !  ❞  she  shouts  towards  a  passing  stranger  .

        closed  starter  featuring  hera  syndulla  (  @starysyndulla··  )         location  :  coppercrest  mall  .

→          she’s  been  staring  at  the  outfit  for  the  past  five  minutes  ,  just  turning  in  endless  circles  to  look  at  it  from  every  angle  .  it  wasn’t  anything  special  ,  but  she  felt  completely  out  of  her  comfort  zone  without  the  flannel  hugging  her  body  .  not  that  she  would  admit  that  flannel  was  like  a  safety  net  ,  she  was  sure  that  would  not  be  considered  a  normal  thing  to  think  towards  clothing  .  ❝  you  . ❞  she  points  to  the  nearest  stranger  ,  arms  being  straightened  out  to  pan  out  at  her  sides  ,  turning  slowly  so  that  they  could  see  the  whole  outfit  .  ❝  what  are  you  thoughts  ?  i’ve  been  constantly  asked  about  my  wardrobe  choices  ,  not  that  i  believe  i  dress  poorly  ,  but  the  comments  are  rude  .  do  i  look  —-  what’s  the  word  ?  —–  acceptable  ?  ❞

a  cigarette  perched  between  rough  fingers,  barely  even  lit  as  it  had  been  just  moments  previously.  a  semi-perplexed  stare  into  the  distance  before  a  sudden  jerk  reaction,  arm  moving  to  stub  out  the  cigarette  and  glance  at  his  companion.  ❝  do  you  think  like,  aliens  are  watching  our  every  move  right  this  second  ?  ❞  ah.  one  of  those  topics  that  just  seemed  to  come  from  no  where,  but  in  fact  had  been  a  topic  of  ponder  for  the  young  man  for  days.  call  it  being  ‘woke’,  or  whatever.  alas,  it  was  just  probably  time  to  speak  to  someone  other  than  your  own  fucking  dog  about  such  a  thing.  especially  since  shaggy’s  mom  had  been  a  little  on  edge  around  him  the  past  few  days.  perhaps  she  had  just  overheard.  ❝  because  there’s  no  way  i  want  to  be  a  part  of  that  man.  ❞

peter liked to consider himself well versed in ‘ old school ’ technology. but it was one thing using it amongst the modern day marvels, it was another to be using only that. but still, peter was determined to make it work. plus, he liked how the pictures turned out on the 80′s cameras better anyways. it gave the whole nostalgia vibe and he was all for that. so taking a photography course seemed like a no brainer because it was something he never got the opportunity to indulge in back home to begin with. “ hey ! do you think i could take your picture real quick ? it’s for a project. i even have some props to go along. ” he said, gesturing behind him with a grin.

( laura harrier , 28 ) copper springs welcomes HERA SYNDULLA . they are originally from STAR WARS  , where SHE is known to be HEADSTRONG , COMPASSIONATE, DOGMATIC , & REPRESSED . they’ve landed in town WITH all their memories of their life before . these memories look like JUMPING IN THE PILOTS SEAT AND TAKING OFF , THE LINES OF PASSING STARS THROUGH HYPERSPACE , & OIL STAINS ON A FLIGHT SUIT . here’s hoping they fit into the eighties , for their own sake .

― trigger warning for mention of sexual slavery