#traiitxr

               ❛  i don’t understand how anyone could ever get tired of balls.  ❜  they’re strolling through the palace hallways together, always together. she can’t remember a time her loyal PROTECTION wasn’t at her side, a companionship she’s grown to heavily rely on. with her brothers often busy in their duties, finn has been her sole company some days.

               however, today the castle and kingdom are alive and THRIVING with the hustle and bustle of preparations for the evening’s event. a ball! posy couldn’t be more excited. dress chosen, daydreams of the upcoming night frequent already with hours to go, and she smiles brightly towards him as the pair turn to head into the gardens.

i FEEL LIKE THIS IS HILARIOUS BC IM IMAGINING FINN JUST HANGING OUTSIDE EZRA’S DOOR AND THEN THIS DUDE APPEARS AND HES LIKE ‘welp.’

HOLY SHIT MARIE IM YELLING

Finn creates a special task force within the Resistance called the Nightwings. They began with the purpose of stopping the First Order from stealing children for their stormtrooper program, but their missions evolve to include everything from scouting for potential Starkillers to finding Systems that want to support the Resistance. Along with Jessa, their ship ace, Jak, their language master, and Bree, their tech guru, the Nightwings will fight to dismantle the First Order right from its very structure.

Based on this post (x).

  She laughs, surprised, and rolls her eyes at him. Her cheeks are a little warm, but he won’t know know that. Alice does wonder if he knows how often he has that effect --- not  always  blushing --- making people warm up all through. Like he’s lighting something up inside their rib cages.

     “I wasn’t talking about myself, dumbass.”   ( Alice says it in the same fond way that she has sometimes been known to say  sweetheart.  And that should be a kind of answer. )

  He looks expectant. Though unsure of exactly what he’s  waiting  for, she knows what she’s going to give him. Finn’s only a few inches taller than her; she still has to lean upward slightly in order to kiss him on the cheek.

     The alarms were loud like wails in his ears, startling as they began so abruptly. He hated that sound, and had always been thankful that the lockdowns were rare, besides a routine practice drill. But this was no practice. He could tell because the guards flinched too, and so did the re-educator. Doctor Lavv. His crooked noes had glasses perched atop them, and he had slipped half a needlepoint into his arm. But he withdrew quickly and took the lenses off. The room- once stale black and white, was now flashed with red. For a second, all were still, and then suddenly the troops rushed out. 

     The doctor stayed with his eyes locked on the door, obviously not comfortable to resume his work. A feminine voice called a Code Yellow over the comm. Rebel attack. PN-1134 held his breath, listening just as intently as his captor. Sweat began to bead at his temples. Rebels on base- in the base- attacking the base. Would they kill everyone? Were they here for hostages, for information? What if they called an air strike- what if he was blown to ashes? Suddenly, gunfire outside the door, voices and calls. In a panic he screamed-