#cobaltsister

there are several easy answers to a question like that.  all of them are lies.  ‘ yeah ‘ and ‘ sure ‘ and ‘ of course ‘ and ‘ why do you ask? ‘ and not a single one comes to the forefront of finn’s mind.  he doesn’t know the woman before him, so one of those things should come first.  she can’t mean it, can’t want to know, really.  it’s because he’s stopped, lingering in the hall captured by sound and memory.  

he blinks, and means to figure out one of those things to say, those things that will send her on her way.  instead, what comes out is ❛ not really ❜ on the edge of a confused laugh, because for a moment he had been behind the helmet again, and synchronized footfalls had cut through his defences and send fear spiralling through his body.

d'qar was the first planet the tico sisters ever went to outside of home. it was the first time they saw animals and greenery that wasn't grown in bunkers 

and now it's gone :')

your meta is a rey of sunshine

❛      hey,  easy.    if you move too much you’ll get tangled up in all the tubes.                         which,  trust me,  not something you want to do after recovering from life-threatening injuries.      ❜     a smile unfurls,  open and earnest even as his hand hovers knowingly over the side of the bacta suit.   he remembers waking up,  disoriented,  confused,  his old  stormtrooper serial number  rising to his lips before he could swallow it back.

❛     it’s 3:47PM.  you’re in the medbay of the raddus.  it’s been just over twenty-two hours since you  completely destroyed  the first order’s dreadnought and saved the entire resistance.     ❜

IM CRYING SO MUCH

paige vc: you need to believe in yourself! but it’s ok, i believe in you enough for both of us and maybe one day you’ll see you for who you are

It’s different from the words Rey and Poe tell him almost on a daily basis. Finn doesn’t want to say the weight or meaning of their sentiments are cheapened in anyway because they’ve been through something together that no one else could ever understand, and honestly their opinion of him was all he needed in the long run.

But he’d be lying if he said that the distrust he sometimes sees from the others on base didn’t bother him. It was weird, because he understood where they were coming from; he deserted the First Order—what’s to say he wouldn’t also turn on the Resistance, too? He understood, but…he didn’t escape one hostile environment only to end up in another one. That kind of disbelief tore at the soul, little by little, until he believed in that image of himself, no matter how much he tried to tell himself otherwise.