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So me and my friend, @boba-fetti, is starting a group chat for star wars fans that loves the ship darthfett! It will be over skype, but we will probably not be doing calls. 

In this chat we’re gonna talk about the ship! Like headcanons, aus, good fanart and fanfics, watching movies, but most importantly: finding new friends and having loads of fun!

Rules:
- Don’t be rude towards people in the chat
- Respect each other
- Like Star Wars!

To join you just have to send an ask to me in which you state your name and skype username and you’ll get added!

“It was probably this time last year, when they sent me the scripts, and I read them through and saw that this delightful young lady was going to be burned. I was astonished — well, listen, nothing astonishes me on this show, to be honest with you. But it hit very close to home. […] What Kerry brings to it is a beautiful honesty of her portrayal. There’s no performing. She just is, you know? And that’s the best kind of acting.” – Liam Cunningham [x]

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Hot Chocolate and Meth type of weather

IDFC

He fell asleep, but he was waiting. He was waiting before he fell asleep on the couch and he was till waiting, for her to come home. And if this wasn’t her home, then John hoped she’d come back to the place he let her stay. This apartment. Most people would think she’d consider it her home. But John knew the clubs, the partying, the drugs, the alcohol; that was her true home, this is just where she stayed.

John awoke from his sleep when he heard the familiar alien ringtone coming from his phone. Keeping his eyes closed, he felt around for his phone and answered the call without looking at who it was.

“Hello?”

“Hey, you tryna come out tonight?” the voice on the other line said.

“Nate?” John opened his eyes and pulled the phone away from his ear to look at the time, “It’s two in the morning.”

“Is (Y/N) back yet?”

John shook his head, then realizing Nate couldn’t see him, he sighed into the phone. “No.”

“Man, I don’t mean to drag on you but why do you let her treat you like shit?” Nate said.

“She doesn’t treat me like sh–” John started saying but stopped when he heard the apartment door opening. Without realizing, he hung up the phone without saying goodbye and watched the door swing open.

She walked in giggling, her eyes closed and yelling something to her friend who lived a couple doors down.

“Remember Jason and the balloon?!” she yelled then nearly collapsed over laughing harder than before. John could hear the faint laughter of her friend down the hall.

She waved one last time at her friend then stepped inside the apartment and shut the door. Holding on to the wall, she kicked off her heels then walked to the refrigerator.

“Hey.” Swazz said when (Y/N) still hadn’t acknowledged him. 

“Ugh, John.” she said after grabbing a bottle of water and throwing herself on the couch. “I’m so tired.” she muffled into the pillow.

“Where have you been?”

“With some friends, ‘member? You were there but you left. Why did you leave?”

John sighed. “It was 11 at night and I was tired.”

“You…you used to stay out until like, 3 in the morning.”

“You used to not party so fucking much but things have obviously changed.” he said, somewhat regretting it. Speaking that (Y/N) was one of the few serious girlfriends he had been with.

“What?” she asked, looking up from the pillow she stuffed her face in.

“Nothing, you should get some sleep.” John said, feeling around for the television remote. 

“Yeah, goodnight.” She got up and made her way to the bedroom before stopping at the door to look at John. 

“I love you.” she said and weakly smiled.

For John had loved her. Everything about her. Maybe Nate and a few other hundred people had been right when they said she treated him like shit. He had tried letting her go but failed. The feelings he had for her were way too strong. He was addicted to her like she was addicted to partying.

“I love you, too.”

She smiled again and disappeared into the bedroom. 

John pulled out his phone and opened twitter, the place he felt where he could let out his feelings without having to explain himself. No matter how many times people had asked. 

@ jswazz402: ur too drunk to love me

“????”, “u okay?” ,“babyboy whats wrong :(((” were most of the tweets that were most of the tweets coming in. Scrolling past them, he went back to the top to tweet something else.

@ jswazz402: i just want u to come back home

And by “home” he meant back to the girl she used to be.


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