𝒓𝒆𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔. the new order she’s created and the temple she’s built to house and train young force sensitive beings is her pride and joy. this new generation will be neither jedi nor sith. they’ll be something better. that’s her goal. she stands at the front of a training room as paired up young teenagers start practicing their sparring with training sabers. they’ll get to make their own real ones once they turn eighteen. after all, she’s not teaching them to become soldiers. her hope is that they’ll be true guardians and peace keepers. and to achieve this, she’s decided to teach them about both sides of the force. they won’t ignore the failures of both the jedi and the sith. a group of younglings passes by in the hallway led by finn, and she smiles softly. rey truly cares for all of her students. but then she’s distracted by a feeling within the force that she hasn’t felt in a few years. it’s unmistakable and she recognizes it instantly. it’s him. but how? she feels him before she sees him, but when her eyes fall upon his form she almost doesn’t believe what she’s seeing. is this real? it has to be. she hopes it is. she steps away from the group of students who are too distracted to notice her and she approaches him, shock and hope sparkling in her hazel eyes. “𝘣𝘦𝘯? 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦?” ･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* @hereturns
i’m bad at making new friends cause i just do not know how to have a conversation with someone i’ve never talked too. it’s so hard, i never know what to say or how to say things and that’s why i like when people skip the awkward conversations when we first meet like yes please talk to me like i’ve known you forever!
how dare nott be this relatable im going to punch her
sobbing while riding a grumpy motorcycle and yelling “solving mysteries helps!”… a whole ass mood.
Oh, that feeling in the pit of my tummy. It travels to my heart. That small spark of inspiration, I feel it rumbling inside of me.
i know, im aware a big part of fantasy high is recognizing the mistakes of the generation before you, but i thought. id like to have thought, i liked the thought of riz’s father being good. being decent.
the clunk of your apartment door finally woke you up six hours later than you had hoped it would. you watched the door cautiously, half drowsy still, before seeing your boyfriend’s hands pushing around it. layers upon layers clung to jeno, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you awake to welcome him. you weren’t sure if it was the sight of you alone in bed wrapped only in one of his thick hoodies or the cold air of the night which had caused his flaming cheeks. it didn’t take him long to throw the clothing off of his body, shuffling gently underneath the thick covers. his arms quickly wrapped around your frame, the stresses of the day seemingly flooding out of you as soon as your skin touched. “sorry, go back to sleep babe” he mumbles into your neck pressing a kiss to your warm skin, you soon drifting off in his arms.