New to Me Movies Watched in 2020: Handsome Devil (2016) dir. John Butler

That year, everyone in school learned the same lesson. Not to speak in a borrowed voice.

HANDSOME DEVIL 2016 | dir. John Butler

september will be kind. september will be magical. september will bring the missing energy. september will be working towards our goals and self. september will be a month full of growth.

“What a ridiculous creature. Happy that I put butter on his sandwich. As if I wouldn’t make the world spin backwards if I thought he’d like it better that way.” – Baz, Any Way the Wind Blows

Salvation

hunter x jedi-reader (female with she/her pronouns)

warnings: minor spoilers for bad batch season 1, angst, grief. 

From a young age, you had been taught to handle anger with gentle hands and delicate words, steadily reeling it in so you did not unleash it on people who did not deserve it. As a child being taught the way of the Jedi, you had not understood the dangers of constant anger and fear, but you hadn’t even experienced much of that to begin with. You no longer had the innocent and naive mind of a child ready to take on the world, but rather the one of a war-stricken adult who no longer knew what she was fighting for. You found it harder to control your anger and easier to unleash it. But that was not how you were taught, so again and again, you meditated and focused on your breathing. 

In 

and

out

Your attempts to calm the sizzling anger running through your veins were in vain, it would not disappear or calm no matter how many breaths you took. With even more frustration than before you got up from the floor of your barrack and sat down on the little too hard bed. It groaned in response to your weight and even that made you want to rip the white linen apart. You missed the beds at the Jedi temple, they had been soft and welcoming after days of hard training. As you thought of the place you had once called home, the lightsaber hanging from your belt felt heavier than usual. Heavy with the knowledge that you had chosen to leave, heavy with the knowledge of what had transpired after, and heavy with the guilt that you had managed to survive. Of all great padawans and Jedi masters, the one who had left it all behind had been the one to make it out alive. A broken laugh escaped past your sealed lips and echoed through the room, reminding you of a time when that laugh had not been as broken. It felt like it had just been weeks ago since you had been sitting in this ship, surrounded by your unusual team, a group of misfits who somehow fit perfectly together, on your way to another mission. Sometimes those missions had not even felt like obligations, sometimes you had given in to that young Jedi still inside of you and regarded it as your big adventure to save the universe. As it turned out you had barely been able to save yourself, let alone the whole universe. The only way you had gotten out of that last mission with your life intact, had been thanks to your newfound family and their unrelenting wish to protect you. You closed your eyes as the memory of that horrid day engulfed you in a veil of darkness and sorrow. There would not come a day when you would forget how all those clone troopers around you, Depa Billaba and young padawan Caleb had turned their blasters towards you. You would not forget how you and Depa Billapa had fought to give the child a chance, a chance to survive as the universe turned against him. Then she had fallen, becoming an empty shell without the spirit of the warrior who had once been and now no longer was. The memory of her death was haunting and your whole body was shaking with the fury you had felt and still felt as if it had been engraved in your soul. Though your memory was the reminder of something from your past, the fear you had experienced was still palpable as you thought about how close you had been to meeting the same fate. There had been no doubt in your mind that you would fall next, join her in another life with the only regret that you did not get to bid your farewells to your squad. Almost as if they had heard that silent wish to see them again, they had appeared with their blasters raised and saved your life. One of them, in particular, had fought as if his life depended on it. His chestnut-colored hair had been all over his face as he finally got to you, that red bandana he always wore was in his hands as he carefully put it around one of your wounds. He had been so tender with you as if his touch would have been the last point for you to break. It might have been, had you not been so caught up in the fact that whatever had gotten over the other clones, had left your friends alone. You had been relieved for all of them, but most of all for him, the clone who somehow had managed to take up such a big place in your heart that it had become his. 

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did u have a hunger games, tfios, divergent and maze runner phase in 2015 or are u mentally stable

“execute order 66″

crosshair x jedi-reader (female, she/her pronouns)

warnings: crosshair with the chip, death, angst

a/n: if you have already seen this fic on another account called hoeforce-99 that is also my account but I can’t get in to it so I had to make a new one:)

Loving him was never easy, sometimes it felt like he was actively working against you and doing everything in his power to keep you on the sidelines of his soul. In some damaged way he was testing you, waiting for the day when you would break and leave him behind, but you always stayed. There had been times when you had doubted the love you felt for him, unsure if it was strong enough to keep you both afloat in a universe that wanted to drown you. But then there were also those times when he would give you that rare little smile, the one specifically designed for your eyes only. When he smiled at you, the doubts and insecurities that had webbed lies in your mind would be crushed to pieces. You had left the order for him, sacrificing the life you had always known for a love you had barely experienced. That did not matter to you, for in the depths of your soul you knew that it would always be him, the sniper with the cold eyes that only warmed when watching you. After leaving your old life behind, you had joined him and his brothers on their missions and adventures, still fighting a war where so much had been lost. For all of you, the war was your only reality and all you had ever experienced. Perhaps that was why, with arms wrapped around each other’s bodies and eyes closed to the reality, you and he would trade dreams of a future where the screams, deaths, and sacrifices were only a memory. It had seemed possible then, to hope for a future with him, to wish for a long life filled with the love you had taught each other. 

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so I made a star wars account for fics and stuff so if any of you are interested in that pls checkout my other blog @hoeforce-999 lmao

my lovers gun | jj maybank

gif from @mildkleptomaniac

pairings: jj maybank x reader

warnings: gunshot wound, injury, angst

word count: 1.2k

summary: jj doesn’t have as much control over his gun as he thinks he does. you pay the price.

a/n: this is probably my first time writing something like this so be nice ….

um hello this is so so good????? everyone please give ms ruby the hype she deserves

I’d actually like to make a Pope Heyward appreciation post. Because I can, and why not?

Here’s 10 reasons why I love Pope:

1. Obviously he’s the sole brain cell carrier in this group and keeps everyone semi-alive.

2. He’s a much better friend to JJ in any given episode than Mr. “bestie since the 3rd grade” is ever. JJ’s well-being is a priority for Pope, and honestly same.

3. He’s just the most relatable. He cracks me up. The sarcasm and “I can’t take this BS” attitude really resonated with me given the idiocy of everyone else.

4. “Why is everything always about John B?” Iconic. Maybe the most important line of the show...

5. This boy sacrificed all he ever worked for and stood up against his dad to help out his dumbass friends. Not because he’s a pushover but because he understands the importance of found family.

6. In fact, he’s the one who found half the clues plus the actual well with the gold in it. Also figured out how to get it and how Ward is stealing it. And he has the most to lose. Thx for everything, Pope.

7. After getting jumped by the country club shits, Pope developed a beautiful character arc filled with lust for vengeance and rebellion. We went from “we need to go to the police” to “fuck the police” so quick and I love it.

8. Despite getting his feelings terribly hurt, he was still ready to put them aside and stay friends with Kie. He’s mature like that.

9. He’s honestly just so nuanced. He’s clearly not the token nerd at all. He’s not just book smart - he’s intelligent in every way. Both in terms of street smarts and emotionally. He knows how to be resourceful and read people and situations. He knows when to put the book down.

10. Just look at him. He’s absolutely precious.

facts

"execute order 66"

crosshair x jedi-reader (female)

warnings: crosshair with the chip, angst, sadness, death, betrayal

~~

Loving him was never easy, sometimes it felt like he was actively working against you and doing everything in his power to keep you on the sidelines of his soul. In some damaged way he was testing you, waiting for the day when you would break and leave him behind, but you always stayed. There had been times when you had doubted the love you felt for him, unsure if it was strong enough to keep you both afloat in a universe that wanted to drown you. But then there were also those times when he would give you that rare little smile, the one specifically designed for your eyes only. When he smiled at you, the doubts and insecurities that had webbed lies in your mind would be crushed to pieces. You had left the order for him, sacrificing the life you had always known for a love you had barely experienced. That did not matter to you, for in the depths of your soul you knew that it would always be him, the sniper with the cold eyes that only warmed when watching you. After leaving your old life behind, you had joined him and his brothers on their missions and adventures, still fighting a war where so much had been lost. For all of you, the war was your only reality and all you had ever experienced. Perhaps that was why, with arms wrapped around each other’s bodies and eyes closed to the reality, you and he would trade dreams of a future where the screams, deaths, and sacrifices were only a memory. It had seemed possible then, to hope for a future with him, to wish for a long life filled with the love you had taught each other. 

It no longer seemed possible as the rifle he had taught you to shoot with, was pointing at your heart. His face held such hatred that you had forgotten to breathe, for how could this be the same man who, just days ago had rested his head on your chest because the sound of your heart calmed him when nothing else could. You wanted to say something, maybe even to scream, but your mouth was dry and your lips were sealed. Just moments ago you had been fighting alongside him, betting on who would take out the most droids and speculating what the winner would get. It could have been anything, you would not have cared, the sole thing you had ever wanted was time, time with him and his brothers. The thought of them made your stomach drop, you would not even get to say goodbye to the family you had found, for they were too far away to ever get to you and Crosshair in time. Oh, gods, you were going to die by the hands of your person, whose very soul was intertwined with yours. Your lightsaber was still hanging in your hand, which was slack by shock. But there would never be a time in this world or the next where you would wield your weapon against him, so you let it fall to the snowy ground. His eyes followed it as it fell and you watched him intently, searching for something anything that would help you understand why this was happening. Had the two of you been around the others, perhaps you would have understood that this was not his choice but rather the doing of another. But as the two of you stood alone, there was only doubt if he had ever even loved you at all. His fingers closed around the trigger and you closed your eyes, refusing to look into his cold stare, instead, you focused on the memory of his smile and the man you had believed him to be. With your eyes closed, you could not see the way his hands shook as he held his rifle, as if a part of him was fighting for dear life. Not even his stubbornness or strong resolve was enough to fight against the unknown enemy in his mind, so his fingers pressed down the trigger. 

“Good soldiers follow orders.”

Time slowed as his blaster shot hit her right at her heart. At that moment he felt nothing, not even when his brothers ran towards them screaming with their blasters raised at him. He lowered his rifle and watched as his team crowded around her, the person who was supposed to be important to him but he could not remember why. He could not understand why she had watched him with eyes that blazed with enough love to create an inferno. He could not understand why a small insignificant part of him was furious that he had not missed his shot. Crosshair could not understand why it felt like his soul was splitting in two as he watched the life leave her body.

"execute order 66"

crosshair x jedi-reader (female)

warnings: crosshair with the chip, angst, sadness, death, betrayal

~~

Loving him was never easy, sometimes it felt like he was actively working against you and doing everything in his power to keep you on the sidelines of his soul. In some damaged way he was testing you, waiting for the day when you would break and leave him behind, but you always stayed. There had been times when you had doubted the love you felt for him, unsure if it was strong enough to keep you both afloat in a universe that wanted to drown you. But then there were also those times when he would give you that rare little smile, the one specifically designed for your eyes only. When he smiled at you, the doubts and insecurities that had webbed lies in your mind would be crushed to pieces. You had left the order for him, sacrificing the life you had always known for a love you had barely experienced. That did not matter to you, for in the depths of your soul you knew that it would always be him, the sniper with the cold eyes that only warmed when watching you. After leaving your old life behind, you had joined him and his brothers on their missions and adventures, still fighting a war where so much had been lost. For all of you, the war was your only reality and all you had ever experienced. Perhaps that was why, with arms wrapped around each other’s bodies and eyes closed to the reality, you and he would trade dreams of a future where the screams, deaths, and sacrifices were only a memory. It had seemed possible then, to hope for a future with him, to wish for a long life filled with the love you had taught each other. 

It no longer seemed possible as the rifle he had taught you to shoot with, was pointing at your heart. His face held such hatred that you had forgotten to breathe, for how could this be the same man who, just days ago had rested his head on your chest because the sound of your heart calmed him when nothing else could. You wanted to say something, maybe even to scream, but your mouth was dry and your lips were sealed. Just moments ago you had been fighting alongside him, betting on who would take out the most droids and speculating what the winner would get. It could have been anything, you would not have cared, the sole thing you had ever wanted was time, time with him and his brothers. The thought of them made your stomach drop, you would not even get to say goodbye to the family you had found, for they were too far away to ever get to you and Crosshair in time. Oh, gods, you were going to die by the hands of your person, whose very soul was intertwined with yours. Your lightsaber was still hanging in your hand, which was slack by shock. But there would never be a time in this world or the next where you would wield your weapon against him, so you let it fall to the snowy ground. His eyes followed it as it fell and you watched him intently, searching for something anything that would help you understand why this was happening. Had the two of you been around the others, perhaps you would have understood that this was not his choice but rather the doing of another. But as the two of you stood alone, there was only doubt if he had ever even loved you at all. His fingers closed around the trigger and you closed your eyes, refusing to look into his cold stare, instead, you focused on the memory of his smile and the man you had believed him to be. With your eyes closed, you could not see the way his hands shook as he held his rifle, as if a part of him was fighting for dear life. Not even his stubbornness or strong resolve was enough to fight against the unknown enemy in his mind, so his fingers pressed down the trigger. 

“Good soldiers follow orders.”

Time slowed as his blaster shot hit her right at her heart. At that moment he felt nothing, not even when his brothers ran towards them screaming with their blasters raised at him. He lowered his rifle and watched as his team crowded around her, the person who was supposed to be important to him but he could not remember why. He could not understand why she had watched him with eyes that blazed with enough love to create an inferno. He could not understand why a small insignificant part of him was furious that he had not missed his shot. Crosshair could not understand why it felt like his soul was splitting in two as he watched the life leave her body.