asdfhjk ok what about Young Gay Poe Dameron who has read like every single book on Rebellion history and for Some Reason (gay) is really drawn to Baze and Chirrut’s story.
and like a bunch of the books are like, “many people speculate that Chirrut Imwe and Baze Malbus were in love but it’s obviously an Ahistorical Understanding of the Guardians of the Whills” like “Baze called Chirrut his “beloved” but we believe that on Jedha at the time, that was a term of brotherly endearment” like “Chirrut and Baze had such a strong friendship that they frequently held hands and kissed each other on the lips. As Best Friends".
Poe’s like this sounds fake but whatever, they’re the historians, right?
and then their Force Ghosts show up to teach Finn and Rey and they’re obviously the Most Married.
(and Nice Polite Poe Dameron goes to write the saltiest letters of his life).
Jiang has a nasty habit of snatching Henry’s keys. Henry doesn’t mind.
More often than not, he’ll find Jiang in the Fisker after classes have wrapped up, blasting some surprisingly respectable symphony or other, dark eyes hooded, lips curled, just waiting. The leather seats smell like smoke. Henry doesn’t mind.
Jiang’s hands are on him immediately, pinning him to the driver’s seat, straddling his hips and leaning in to suck a violent, violet bruise to the side of Henry’s neck, too high for his collar to properly hide it. Henry doesn’t mind.
“How does one absorb such darkness and yet return to the light?”
It’s a question Astor has heard many times before but rarely from others’ lips. He’s not certain whether she actually spoke it or if it echoed from the man-shaped pause hanging between them, the span of countless breaths cut short.
He answers anyway, gaze lifting from the contents of his swirling cup to her.
“I suppose if I were to speak in direst tones, I would inquire if I had actually returned. But–” he gestures with a crooked grin. “ 'tis not an operatic tragedy we inhabit, disconcerting similarities aside.”
Gathering his thoughts with a swallow of tea, he forgets the brew’s taste by the time it passes his tongue. It’s very good, he has no doubt, but these details pale and blur into the background of their existence.
“You have to want the return. Truly, genuinely wish it instead of simply telling yourself so because you think you ought to.”
‘Cause the world might do me in It’s alright 'cause I’m with friends Guess I’m giving up again It doesn’t matter (Ooh ooh ooh)
This is supposed to be kagakuro centric but i just couldn’t resist do this bc imagine seirin like this, like, imagine the lil shits dragging Kagami knowing damn well he hates this kind of places. Oh, and Kuroko is actually a ghost btw, one who wonders if the red haired boy will die of a fucking heart attack or not he’s cute tho
Ok so Kagami is an innocent idiot so i’m pretty sure the situation will end up in: