Okay but whatever you do don’t imagine little Ben wearing Han’s jacket and it being way too big. Also don’t imagine him crying as his parents leave him at Jedi School and Han putting the jacket over his shoulders to comfort him. “Keep it, Kid.” Don’t imagine Ben keeping the jacket in his room and wearing it when he’s alone thinking of home. And really don’t imagine the tears in his eyes when he finds the charred remnants of the jacket in the rubble of his room after destroying the Jedi temple.
s t o p s t o p s t o p i honestly have a really big soft spot for han and ben’s relationship and i like to believe that no matter what han really tried his best to be a good father even if he thought he wasn’t fit for the “role” and this doEs noT heLp
Y’all gotta stop being creepy af and speculate this hard on their personal lives. They’re REAL people and they have a right to privacy. It’s fine to think they’re dating, or not dating, and enjoy whatever moments they decide to share with us on and off the ice, but outside of that, it’s nobody’s business but their own. It doesn’t matter if they’re getting married next month or if they decide to go their separate ways forever. We, as their fans, should be happy for them no matter what their relationship status is.
If you were scrolling through Twitter this past weekend, you may have seen people posting adorable photos of themselves and their significant others to celebrate love between people of color. Twitter user @PoCBeauty started the hashtag #PoCInLove on Saturday, and it quickly went viral as other users began tweeting adorable photos of themselves with their partners.
It’s weird. Our relationship still excites me like brand new shoes although we’ve walked so far together already. I decided yesterday, amidst leaving subtle kisses along your neck and jaw as you snored your life away, that I’m going to give you all of me.
At this point, you may be wondering what I’ve been giving you all of this time if it isn’t all of me… and I can tell you… I’ve been giving all of what I thought I could. Something about last night, in the moments that I could feel your belly rise up and down, grazing my own ribs in rhythm, that I realized, with you, I’m not scared to be more, to be anything and everything. You revive, ignite, and create parts of me I killed, put to sleep or wasn’t aware of at all.
You make me proud to carry all of my identities. I feel pretty and handsome. I feel strong lifting you in the air or being bent over by you. You speak to every part of me.
You’ll stumble on this post in a few minutes or
weeks, depending on when you feel like perusing my Tumblr. I hope you understand how you make me feel in this moment.
Thank you to anyone who has supported our journey and our