Jyn had learned at age eight how to disarm someone twice her size, by 16 she could set bombs and shoot a stormtrooper in the head from 500 Trogan meters, but no one had been around to teach her how to pick through her emotions and process them appropriately so she’d been flying by the seat of her pants. Unfortunately, Cassian was too often a casualty of her inability to suss out her feelings.
Cassian was just better at it. Since he’d been trained to read people, to spot their weaknesses and to gage their honesty, he handled emotions better. Though, maybe too well. He carried all those things with him, all the feelings, all the guilt, all the moral dilemmas, they were all on his shoulders, he hauled them around and pretended they didn’t weigh him down. Did anyone in the resistance see it? Did anyone help carry them?
Since this fic is taking so long, instead of a sunday six, here’s these two paragraphs that i’m super duper proud of. Just sit around and cry with me about how Jyn represses everything because she doesn’t know how to feel feelings and Cassian feels the feelings TOO MUCh.
okay but wow damn, GURL LOOK AT THAT BODY, I-I-I- I WORKOUT AHH.
Same Ro, I react the same way to Dean’s intro theme
….. I mean, ya already got me wet enough, I’m sure I could produce a little rain.
THIS IS LIKE THE LOOK A GIRL HAS WHEN SHE GETS CAUGHT SHIRTLESS BUT SHE IS STILL INTO IT, BUT TRYING TO COVER HER BOOBIES ALL LIKE SEDUCTIVELY HAHAHA I make myself laugh lmao
I’m convinced that no matter what this man did, he would look attractive doing it, and that’s why a little part of me is convinced he is a robot.
HAHAHA NEVERMIND THIS IS JUST NOT A GOOD PICTURE FOR EITHER OF THEM I’M SORRY, THEY STILL LOOK HECKA CUTE THO
Snitches get stitches. I dunno. But stitches.
Wow they are such buddies. Y’all might as well get used to me always sneaking a picture of Deano in. IF THERE’S A WILL, ThERE’S A WAY!
HAHAHAH A THERE’S THIS ONE SHOW WHERE THEY KEEP DOING THAT AND THEY’RE LIKE “what does this even mean like??” AND THE OTHERS ARE LIKE “STOP DOING THAT!” This is the second time that I CAN’T THINK OF THE MOVIE OH NO.
That arm doe. I could get off on just looking at that arm.
… Lift me next daddy omfg.
Lemme touch your boobie.
He’s such a goof aw
HE’S STANDING ON HIS TIPPY TOES, HAHA THAT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE HE’S SHORTER THAN HE ACTUALLY IS, but reminder he is an actual giant and I am a small 5′3″ so I would not be able to reach even
Okay but, I’m not even gonna lie, I think it’s ridiculous seeing people “accidentally” calling people Daddy, but I feel like with Roman, it would just come out. He is THE DADDY. He is it. The original daddy. The mothership… The daddyship. hahaha funny
Cocky little eyebrow, SHIT.
He has such long hair, wow.
THIS IS ANOTHER ONE THAT’S KINDA LIKE SLEEPY CUTE, BUT IT ALSO LOOKS LIKE HE’S KINDA SAD AND SOMEONE JUST LIKE TOLD HIM EVERYTHING THAT WAS GOOD ABOUT HIM AND FUCK WHOEVER MADE HIM SAD BUT HE’S STILL SAD BUT LIKE THAT SAD SMILE, YA FEEL ME, SOMEONE WRITE ME A FLUFF FIC BASED ON THIS SAD SMILE PICTURE ALONE.
Me af, not even gonna lie.
OH FUCK YOU RO, YOU DID THIS ONE ON PURPOSE, JESUS CHRIST, BUT IMAGINE THAT TONGUE OOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMGGGGGG.
If Roman gave me this look, I would literally just start taking my clothes off, I don’t even care where
HAHAhAHA BUT HTIS WOULD LITERALLY BE ME HAHAHAHA
I mADE THE EXACT SAME FACE AS BO AT THIS MOMENT NO LIE
Such a giggly cutie, wow, he has my heart. (and another thing that I will not say)
He takes him so gently, like first by the back of the pants and just WOW IT’S SO GENTLE AND DEAN RESPONDS SO GENTLE. So loving, so wow.
ROMAN WAS (still is) SUCHA MOTHER HEN HAHAHA I LOVE IT SO MUCH.
Basically, I needed to complete my shield thirst trifecta and bam. Ro was last. (I KNOW I’M SORRY HE JUSt NEEDS ALL THE LOVE AND EFFORT) @hardcorewwetrash
I heard boys outside my room toast to those words. I am locked up in here because my brother and his friends decided it’s drinking night tonight. So, I’m stuck here listening to their tipsy-almost-drunk nothingness.
There’s a drunk boy on my bed. He’s drunk so he’s saying a lot of senseless things like “stay with me forever.” ; “I legit love you” ; “I want to hug you” and blah. But it’s just the alcohol in his blood and nothing he says tonight is real.
The boy is still on my bed and he is violent red. I lied down with him and he put his arm around me. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep despite a drunken body next to mine. We shared the same air as his face was inches from mine and I could smell the alcohol in his breath.
This boy put my hand on his chest and told me that his heart was beating fast. He intertwined his fingers with mine and kissed my cheek, my forehead, my nose. And I let him. In the morning, it will all be forgotten because in his drunken state, the alcohol will flood over his memories, his thoughts, his critical-thinking.
I fell asleep in his arms for a while and I felt secure and warm. And I thought in that moment, I fell in love with a drunk boy on my bed. But, then I realized that it was just the alcohol in his bloodstream. It rid him of all his common sense and sanity.