moodboard | jacqueline naught; subject zero.

a cough, dulled nails trace a scar on the back of her neck while she makes every effort to avoid miranda’s gaze. she wasn’t exactly SKILLED at navigating the high road, and when it came time to MAN UP, she’s left fumbling with words that sound more like a swearing sailor than an apology.

 ’ Welcome to ass-kicking 101. The name’s Jack, and I’ll be your teacher for the evening. If you have any complaints, re-direct them to the Fuck Off department. Located on the far end of a short loading dock.’  

she’s joking, or something. dismissal pops in the rolling of stiff shoulders; leather snaps and her YAWN drowns it all out. this was her attempt at assimilating with the crew, as instructed by the commander in chief, buzzkill shepard. she’d MUCH prefer arm wrestling grunt in the cargo bay, but after last time ... well, PEACEFUL past times seemed in her best interest until mom cooled off. 

‘ i don’t like being on earth anymore than the next felon, but DAMN,    you look like you’ve got it out for the whole quadrant.’ 

THAT WOMAN IS A GOD DAMNED FIRE STORM; a hurricane in her heart, when her whole life has been a messy rain. she’s burned so bright, with what’s she’s given. & they say its the YOUNG SUNS, so hot, filled with light, && rage. && it’s when they’re old and dead that they’ve finally chased the dark away. but she won’t die ... rage.. rage... rage against the dying of your LIGHT.  ☆ ☆ ☆

i still have to re-do a lot of shit ( about page, rules. verses. ) but HONESTLY I’m just itching to get back to writing on this blog, it has been such a LONG time.BUT also holla @ me star wars blogs i’m so stoked. i’ll fight each and every ONE OF YOU.