solo friendly



It turns out that it’s kind of a tradition on vinyl albums for artists to write messages for their fans.  My friendly former cubicle mate troll is familiar with the history and had ended up buying the special green edition of Zayn’s album.

There’s one part that stands out because it looks handwritten originally.  It reads [ “ P e - L “ ], but it also doesn’t look like the pressure was very even, so I suspect it’s actually [ “ R e A L “ ].

Can anyone else with a Zayn vinyl see this and if your version is more legible than ours is, what does it say?

Please signal boost this even if you don’t personally have a vinyl album.

Thank you!

friendly reminder that han solo crushed on leia long before she did. (✿◠‿◠)

friendly reminder that han solo was mad jealous when leia kissed luke. (◕‿◕✿)

friendly reminder that han solo has probably been brooding on leia’s special connection with luke for hours on end like the silly schoolboy of 10 he is. (◡‿◡✿)

friendly reminder that han solo still loved leia more than anything and for her happiness he was even willing to give up on his own feelings for her. (O‿O✿)

i could not get this image out of my head, so i wrote it down // rey solo friendly – ben is 14, rey is 4 (as per how i saw her/them in my mind), also han and leia ofc. not really set in any of my other universes. 

“Leia,” Han got up from his place at the table and cleared his throat. “May I have this dance?” he asked more seriously. 

“I think you drank too much,” Leia giggled. “I know I did.”

“You barely had one glass of Corellian whiskey, sweetheart” Han grinned. 

“That was more than enough!” She said in mock outrage, “You know I don’t drink.”

They’d been playing a rather intense game of Sabacc–and it was made only intense by their sheer stubbornness. Han and Leia were as stubborn as they were competitive, respectively, and could not accept defeat–so they’d been at this for a while. 

In a sudden moment of bravado Han had decided he just really wanted to hold her, though Han never really needed a reason. 

“So,” he extended his hand out to her. “Will you dance with me?”

Leia giggled, “There’s no music, nerf.”

“We don’t need music,” Han tapped his chest, “We have the music in our hearts.”

Leia laughed at him outright then, “Force.” She got up and took his hand, “That was terrible! I shouldn’t even doing this after how bad that line was.” She mumbled into his chest, settling there as his head came to rest on top of hers and they began to move.

“I’m trying to make up for our disastrous first dance.”

She rested her chin on his chest and looked up at him through her lashes, “We didn’t have one, love.” 

“And I’ll be making it up to you for the rest of my life.”

“I’m holding you to that.” She said right before he kissed her. 


The children bumped into each other in the hallway. 

“Ben?” Rey questioned, looking up at him as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. 

“Shh, squirt. Why are you up?” he whispered. 

“I don’t know,” she mumbled. “Why are you up?” 

“I asked you first.”

“Hey! That’s no fair– ” 

“Shh, hop on.”

Ben crouched down to little sister’s height so she could climb on his back. As her arms wrapped securely around his neck, he tiptoed into the living room where they happened upon this parents dancing in front their fire place–quickly he hid them behind the wall of the kitchen. 

He could hear no music, but from his vantage point he could see his father’s content resting face and smirk as his head was on top of his mother’s, and if he listened closely enough he could hear his father’s off-beat humming. Ben would never admit this aloud but his parents were kind of cute sometimes. 

Rey yawned lowly into Ben’s neck, resting her head on his shoulder and sighed watching her parents dance through bleary eyes. 

They watched them sway about for a minutes before they saw their mother tilt her head in their direction. 

“I know you’re there.”

Rey gasped, her hand quickly going to cover mouth as her brother carried her out from behind their hiding spot. 

“Busted, squirt.” 

She climbed off Ben’s back and came to stand in front of him. Rey didn’t fully understand how their mother always knew she or her brother were near but it was one of the few things she didn’t question. 

Rey huffed in mild annoyance at being caught, “You guys were dancing.”

Leia nodded at her youngest, smiling, “We were.” 

Han then stepped forward and bowed towards his daughter, “Would you like to dance Rey?”

Rey’s eyes couldn’t have gotten any wider as she squealed in excitement–all traces of sleep gone. Ben was almost sure Uncle Chewie could hear her from the Falcon. Rey bounced into her father’s arms and he picked her up before swaying with her through their living room. 

As Han spun around with Rey, Leia approached Ben with a gentle smile and open arms. 

“Ben…” She said invitingly. 

Ben looked down at his bare feet, scratching the back of neck before sheepishly meeting his mother eyes.

“Mom,” He sighed. “Aren’t I a little too old?”

Leia shook her head adamantly, “To me, never.” 

In an act so like his father’s, Ben pursed his lips irritably and pointed at her, “Fine,” he said. Leia arched her brow challengingly. “But don’t tell Poe.” 

Leia laughed heartily but conceded, “I wouldn’t dare,” she beamed at her son. “So you’ll dance with me?” 

“I guess,” Ben nodded as he went into her arms. 

Quite the sight they were–at 14 Ben was already about an inch or so taller than her, and still growing. But soon mother and son joined father and daughter on their make shift dance floor.