Kylo is def the kinda dude who’s into 80s hair metal. His fav song is Cum On Feel The Noize and when Hux looks unimpressed at this news Kylo smirks and says “Geddit Hux, Cum? Geddit!?!” and laughs as he struts off humming off key thinking he’s clever and that Hux is slow. Hux is disgusted and feels his hate for Kylo fucking Ren level up in the form of another stress headache. At least this explains why Kylo always spells it “cum” on everything that crosses Hux’s desk.

ngl, i’m dying over here simply because i’m too shy to properly speak to any of you but i’ll be working on some of my pages. if anyone’s looking for a committed yet simple 1x1 with ur typical angst queen, hands down, i’m your gal. 


EW: There’s a hilarious scene in the film where [Chris Hemsworth’s] interviewing to be your assistant, and it becomes clear that his character is, uh, not very smart.
McCarthy: When we were doing that interview scene, Chris had such a crazy run of improv, it was mind-blowing.
Wiig: It was so specific and kind of odd, which is the best kind of improv. We couldn’t understand where he came up with that.
McCarthy: That scene was so hard to get through.
Wiig: I know. That’s when Kate farted.🚫

two girls, one bed.
we are five and i show you my new doll and you smile and say it’s pretty and the sunlight hits your face making you look like an angel so when you ask me to play with the doll i don’t even complain and tell you you can keep it. you laugh and hug me and i feel happy.

two girls, one bed.
we are eleven and doing our homework when you ask me whether i like any boys from our school. the question makes me nervous and anxious and my stomach feels weird but i push it down and just shrug it off. you tell me about david and how you two hung out at the library and how he kissed your cheek and you called him from your mom’s phone and talked for two hours. i don’t know david and i don’t think i even want to. one week later i see you two holding hands in english class and i feel angry.

two girls, one bed.
we are sixteen and listening to some music and you sing along when your phone starts ringing and you ask me to turn the music down. it’s your boyfriend and you laugh at everything he says and promise to meet him tonight at the park. you hang up with an ‘i love you’ and i leave the room to get some water though i’m not thirsty and my hands are shaking and i can’t drink without spilling it. later that night i sneak you into my room and you smell like smoke and beer and you tell me about how good it feels to kiss someone. your words leave a bitter taste in my mouth and when you fall asleep i kiss your shoulder and feel guilty.

two girls, one bed.
we are twenty and you are crying because yet another boy broke your heart and i try to tell you that it’s not you, that you are amazing and beautiful and kind and that not a single one of them deserves you and i’m crying too. we fall asleep in each other’s arms and my dreams are soft and quiet, filled with fairy lights and roller coasters. when i wake up you are looking at me and something feels different and when you kiss me i understand and i feel happy again.

—  cotton candy taste // m.p.