the unthinkable mind

anonymous asked:

What's your opinion on the theory that Dipper is treated unfairly throughout GF? For example, Dipper sacrifices a lot for Mabel, while she only seems to sacrifice her sock-puppet show for him. There are also many suggestions in the show that some episodes overlap, like that from July 11-15, Sock Opera, Blendin's Game and Into the Bunker overlap. Which means D was under a LOT of pressure that week and he sacrificed a LOT for his sister. But she doesn't thank him for that. What are your thoughts?

See, maybe it’s the big sister in me, because I’ve never understood this particular complaint. The fact is, Dipper loves Mabel so much that her happiness is his own; his actions of sacrifice on her behalf are freely chosen. That’s why Bill’s behavior in “Sock Opera” is so insidious; he builds on Dipper’s momentary frustration with Mabel (why won’t she help me?!?!) by bringing up the various ways he’s helped her in the past, implying that she hasn’t done much to return the favor. He seeks to engender resentment where there was none, where Dipper was previously unwilling to give him so much as a stitch of Mabel’s puppet show; hey, she worked hard on those.

The key assertion I have to address here is that “Dipper sacrifices a lot for Mabel, while she only seems to sacrifice her sock-puppet show for him.” I imagine that viewers come to the conclusion that Dipper has the losing end because, when they compare Dipper’s problems to Mabel’s, they see Dipper’s as more serious. Dipper has a crush he can’t shake (relatable), Mabel is gaga over a pig she just saw at the fair (less relatable); Dipper is pursuing the latest lead in his search for the Author (important), Mabel is rigging up an elaborate puppet show to impress the Boy of the Week (unimportant). Yet the show is always keenly aware that Mabel’s problems, as trivial as they may seem to us, are as important to her as Dipper’s are to him. Bill highlights this when he says, “Who would sacrifice everything they’d worked for just for their dumb sibling?”, causing Mabel to respond, “Dipper would.” Dipper’s “everything” is his investigation of Gravity Falls and Mabel’s “everything” is her puppet show, but each of their projects is everything. Coming from Mabel, the sacrifice of the sock puppet show–and, by extension, of a shot at the “epic summer romance” she’s been seeking as ardently as Dipper has been seeking the answers to his questions–is a very real loss, one she’s willing to accept because Dipper would do and has done as much for her.

Nor is Mabel’s puppet show the only casualty of her greater love for her brother; the loss of her dream world is no mean thing. Mabeland might not be to everyone’s taste (I would personally have thinned out the crowd and lowered the 80s club music a notch), but it’s Mabel’s ideal universe; it’s a world where everything is as she wants it, where she’s never bored or lonely, where every boy loves her, where the high court judge is a kitten. With the threat of change weighing on her and the most important relationship of her life under siege, the prison bubble presents Mabel with an irresistible retreat. Bill, who has banked on human greed in the past to great success, believes that the trap is inescapable, that no one handed all their heart’s desires on a plate will be capable of leaving (just as Mabel is taken in by her desperation to stop time, Dipper wavers when presented with the possibility of growing up on the spot). But without Dipper, all of it is hollow; she prefers in the end to leave her safe place and to follow him into an uncertain world.

For much of the show, Dipper is the more responsible one within the context of their relationship. Regardless of actual birth order, Mabel is the baby; sometimes the baby gets in a habit of relying on charm to carry her through, taking it for granted that her older siblings will always step up to the plate on her behalf, because she’s just that cute (looking at you, youngest sibling in my own family). But if Mabel’s occasional thoughtlessness with regard to Dipper is a character flaw, it’s worth measuring against the depth of her concern for the world at large, a quality that Dipper himself, who tends to value his select group, could stand to learn from. Dipper’s only real issue with the destruction of Northwest Manor and all of its visitors is that Mabel happens to be among them; Mabel is the first to see the potential for redemption in Pacifica, even though Dipper is the one who becomes close to her.

But Mabel loves Dipper more than anyone, and she is grateful to him for everything he does for her and shows it. She apologizes to him at the end of “Sock Opera” for letting a transient enthusiasm skew her priorities: “I spent all week obsessing over a dumb guy. But the dumb guy I should have cared about was you.” After escaping the prison bubble, she makes it clear to him that he can stay with Ford if he wants to–her noblest moment in the series, because Dipper is her entire world, infinitely more to her than crushes and pet pigs and magical trees that grow stuffed animals. He stays with her, not out of guilty obligation, but because he wants to be with her–because she’s his best friend, because growing up without her would be unthinkable. He’s a fair-minded guy, not one to take the fall without good reason–when he operates against her in “The Time-Traveler’s Pig,” he does so on the assumption that her pig is an enthusiasm of the moment and that his love for Wendy is permanent. When he realizes that losing Waddles will truly hurt her, he doesn’t hesitate. “I could never break your heart, Mabel.”

But look at how she thanks him. She knows this wasn’t easy for him and she’s ready to show him how much it means to her. She tackles him in sheer strength of feeling. She lifts him right off his feet.

Treated unfairly? Dipper gets back everything he gives away with interest. Dipper’s happiness is his sister’s happiness and he always gets it because he is her happiness. Dipper is a lucky kid.

4

Iwashita and Nisi, Japanese and American

On July 3rd, 1944, Kunio Iwashita watched from the ground on a runway on Iwo Jima as thirty-one A6M Zero fighter planes took off to intercept a wave of incoming American planes off the coast. After a half hour of fierce dogfighting concluded, only seventeen Zeros returned.

Iwashita recalls his thoughts: “I sat upon pins and needles watching my brothers being shot down, one after another. I told Katsutoshi Yagi, my unit commander, that I wanted take to the sky the next day, by any means necessary.”

The next day, before dawn on July 4th, 1944, while suffering from stomach pains the result of a severe case of anxiety, Iwashita reported for duty. His squadron leader, Lieutenant Fujita, took him aside to offer some advice about what would be his first time in combat: Iwashita again recalls what he was told, “Your first fight is the most dangerous! I’ll teach you how to brawl. Don’t stray far from me. Follow as tightly as you can.”

Fujita was a veteran of the Pearl Harbor attack and Battle of Midway, as well as a Naval Academy Flight School classmate of Iwashita’s deceased brother, Kutaka Iwashita, who was a pilot onboard the aircraft carrier Zuikaku, and had died earlier in the war, during the Battle of Santa Cruz, inspiring two movies about his exploits in the process. Kunio had big shoes to fill.

Once in the air, the Japanese aviators assumed formation and began their patrol. Within a short time, Iwashita saw four planes ahead of his sortie, that he initially assumed were Japanese. Increasing his speed, he approached them from behind, coming within a distance of 100 meters. Once upon them, their star markings came into sight: they were American Grumman F6F Hellcats. They had failed to notice his approach - the Japanese pilot was completely undetected, allowing Iwashita to close in on the last fighter in the formation. Iwashita continued to close in on the last plane in the formation, until coming within less than 30 feet of the Hellcat, where he opened fire. His A6M5’s 20mm cannon shells tore into the Hellcat. He recalls, “The wing of the F6F broke apart - I saw the goggles and white muffler of the young pilot and the surprise on his face as he looked back at me. The F6F was instantly engulfed in flames and he lost altitude until he crashed violently into the sea. I remember glancing, noting that Suribachi was close in proximity to us.”

Later that same night, July 4th, 1944, Iwashita couldn’t sleep. He recalled all too vividly the face of the young pilot he had shot down. While his comrades slept, he left the barracks and walked along the black sands of the beach near Mount Suribachi, and looked to the spot on the sea where the American fighter had tumbled into the waves. He pressed his hands together in prayer.

During the 50th Anniversary remembrances of WWII, Iwashita delivered a speech about his experiences. He revealed that it was his deepest hope to discover the identity of his first kill, which he remembers so vividly, and pay his respects to the family. The request was passed to the US Navy Historical Society, and after some time, Kunio got his answer.

Five American pilots were shot down over Iwo Jima on July 4th, 1944. One was rescued, the other four were marked ‘Missing In Action’. Although impossible to identify precisely which plane Iwashita shot down, one photo stood out: his name was Alberto C. Nisi, who piloted F6F Hellcat #43041.

On July 4th, 1944, Alberto Nisi was 26 years old, serving aboard USS Wasp with VF-14, the “Iron Angels”. Nisi was a second generation Italian-American, and his family lived in Worcester, Massachusetts. Before the war, he attended a two-year college and earned his degree in accounting, worked for the Electric Boat Company in Connecticut, and joined the US Navy Reserves. Prior to his July 4th mission, he was constantly writing his sister, who was pregnant and expecting in early July. Instead of receiving a celebratory message from her brother when the baby arrived, there was a telegraph from the Department of The Navy. Ensign Alberto Nisi was missing in action. His nephew was born 2 days later, 2 days after his death.

The American fleet withdrew the the morning after the dogfight, July 5th, surprisingly to the Japanese, who had anticipated an invasion of Iwo Jima, and had ordered all pilots to fight as infantrymen to the last man. This fate would befall the Japanese servicemen stationed on the island just short of a year later. After their anticipated demise had simply sailed in the other direction, all surviving Imperial Japanese Navy Air Service pilots were ordered back to Japan on a transport plane. During their defense of Iwo Jima, Iwashita’s squadron lost 31 pilots and claimed 20 enemy planes destroyed.

After being stationed on Iwo Jima, Iwashita flew missions over the Philippines (luckily escaping Clark Airfield on the last departing transport plane, while many of his squad mates fled into the jungle, where they died of starvation or disease), Okinawa (as an escort for kamikazes enroute to the American fleet), and Mainland Japan (intercepting B-29’s).

He later remarked, “I had fought ferocious battles over Iwo Jima and the Philippine islands, but I knew within that we couldn’t win. Now, although I understood that we would not be able to win, I did not think that Japan would be defeated. Defeat was unthinkable in our minds, because we had not received education on defeat. We were taught to believe we were indestructible. We knew no such reality, however. I had a feeling that the time had come at last when it would be over. I think that most members of the Yokosuka Kokuai (the unit he was stationed with at the end of the war) accepted the end of the war with a relieved calmness.”

By the end of the war, 31 of the 35 classmates of his fighter school’s graduating class were dead.

During his service time, Iwashita became an Ace, and shot down several other aircraft, but he never witnessed another American pilot up close again. The face of the man who’s life he claimed haunted him.

On June 20th, 2003, after many negotiations and much consideration, and through some reluctance, a meeting between his family and the Nisi family was organized. After receiving reassurance from his daughter, who had done the work to contact the Nisi family, Iwashita decided to go ahead with the meeting. Although he was made many offers, Kunio declined any media coverage of the meeting - it was to be a private affair.

After introductions, Iwashita explained his recollection of the battle, and answered the family’s queries. The former Zero pilot even entertained numerous questions from Albert Nisi’s curious 11-year-old great-nephew. The atmosphere of the two-hour meeting was gentle, the Nisi family warmly embracing the man who had once been their most bitter enemy. After the meeting had concluded, the Nisi family presented Kunio with a wartime photograph of Alberto in the cockpit of his F6F Hellcat (pictured above). Iwashita immediately recognized the face that looked back at him.

Terrance Nisi reflected on the meeting, “Mr. Iwashita’s visit moved us very deeply. It took a lot of courage for him to meet us. He was proud of his days as fighter pilot, but still, pride doesn’t mitigate the feeling that you experience when you take someone’s life.”

Iwashita is still alive today, at 96, and is the president of the Zero Pilots Association of Japan.

Drabble Prompts: Are You.... Jealous?

A/N: okay so this was a combination of about three prompts.

You wandered back from the bar, a free pitcher of beer in your hand. Plonking it on the table you grinned at the others.

“Courtesy of the lovely Jacob behind the bar…. ”

You’d spent the last ten minutes flirting with him and making a big show of taking his number, not that you had any intention of using it. You just enjoyed flirting.

“You know, the way you flirt is just shameful,” Spencer commented, his usual cheery demeanor gone.

“It’s just a bit of fun!” you exclaimed, wondering who’d crawled into his ass and pissed him off. Penelope and Emily nodded along with you, refilling their glasses.

“To you maybe. What about the poor saps you’re leading on?”

“I don’t lead anyone on. I tell people I have a boyfriend even though I don’t. It’s not my fault they still push their numbers onto me. When you think about it, they’re the ones in the wrong,” you were appalled at Spencer’s attitude towards you all of a sudden.

“They wouldn’t push them onto you if you didn’t show so willing to take them.”

“Spencer! What the hell is wrong with you tonight?”

“Oh just ignore him Kitty Cat, ” Derek gave his colleague a sharp nudge. “He’s probably just jealous or something.”

“Pffft,” both you and Reid scoffed although he did at least shut up.

You and the girls went off to dance, deciding to leave the bar at around one.

“You two gonna share a cab?” Derek glanced over to you and Reid. You both lived quite close to each other, over the opposite side of town to the others. It was handy, meaning you often had someone to carpool with and to occasionally have someone nearby to hang out with at the weekends.

“As long as he doesn’t accuse me of flirting with the cab driver.”

Reid flushed slightly at your dig, looking mildly uncomfortable. You’d been so taken back by his comments earlier. It was so unlike the kind and sweet man you’d come to call your friend. When you’d first met him, you’d been stunned by how handsome he was too, quickly realising that flirting was not something he took to1. Which was a shame, you’d have very much liked to flirt with him, one of the few people you could have seen it actually leading somewhere with. You’d pushed that fleeting thought to the back of your head pretty fast. Spencer didn’t date. In fact, no one on the team was 100 percent sure what Spencer’s deal actually was.

Derek hopped into the first cab with Garcia and Emily, Garcia being a little worse for the wear. When you were left alone with Reid, an uncomfortable silence descended over you. When ten minutes had passed by and you hadn’t spotted another cab you took your cell out and decided to take matters into your own hands.

“Fuck this, I’m ordering an Uber,” you loaded up the app and started tapping in the details, walking up the street slightly away from the bar. You rested your back against a store front as you finished your order, Spencer in front of you.

“You didn’t have to do that, it’ll probably cost double the amount at this time of night.”

“Just over double actually. But I just wanna go home. It should only be another five minutes.”

He nodded, sticking his hands in his pockets and shuffling his feet awkwardly.

“What was up with you earlier anyway?”

“What, when?” Spencer pulled a face, feigning ignorance.

“Earlier? Your snarky attitude towards towards me for having a harmless flirt. Christ Spencer, for a second I actually considered Derek’s suggestion that you were jealous.”

Reid bit his lip and a flush covered his cheeks, his hands being shoved deeper into his pockets. The unthinkable suddenly crossed your mind.

“Wait, were you jealous?”

“No!”

“Oh my God… You were!”

“No I wasn’t!”

And denile was just a river in Egypt. Every little bit of his body language right now was telling you that you were right.

“Yes, you were. Derek was right.”

“No he isn’t.”

“Spencer come on… Admit it, it all kinda makes sense now.”

“There’s nothing to admit, shut up!”

You licked your lips and stepped closer to him, more sure than ever about this.

“Make me.”

“What?”

“You heard. You were jealous earlier and there’s a reason for it. You won’t admit it and you want me to shut up about it. So make me shut up .”

Either way this went you were quite sure you were going to get the answer you wanted.

And seconds later after seeing conflict cross Spencer’s face, you had the answer.

Soft lips crushed against yours and you were moved back against the wall, his body pinned against yours. You reached up and tangled your fingers into his hair, feeling his tongue flick out and requesting access. Lips parted and tongues met, the taste of alcohol in both of your mouths. And although it was the alcohol that had made this interaction possible, you knew that it wasn’t happening because you were drunk. You wanted him and he wanted you. After a few frenzied minutes he pulled back, almost breathless. You didn’t release him from you though, holding his head close to yours.

“Admit it… ” you breathed.

“I was jealous, I’m sorry.”

A grin broke over your lips, “You really don’t need to be. You could have just said something to me…”

“I didn’t know how to,” his hazel eyes gazed into yours and you pressed your lips to his once more, this time more sweetly.

BEEP BEEP.

You broke apart seeing a car pulled up to the curb as your cell started to vibrate. Your ride was here. Spencer held the door open for you and you both slid in, buckling up.

“I have down two drops, is that right?” the driver glanced into his mirror and stole a look at Reid.

Reaching across the seat you took Spencer’s hand and squeezed it.

“No, just the one please.”

Beauty and the Beast // Kylo x Reader

Your blog is literally my fav and I wanted to ask if you could write a kylo x reader imagine based on the story ‘beauty and the beast’??? Bye xx

So, I know all the math is off, but while reading this, Poe is older. Kylo is about the same age still. The reader is a little younger than Kylo.


“Where is my father?” you scream, running around the rebel base like a chicken without a head. “Poe Dameron! Where is he?”

General Organa stops you from screaming. “(Y/N), please calm down. I’m sure he’s fine,” she consoles you as the tears are streaming down your face. She takes you in your arms, rubbing your back gently.

A pilot that is friends with your father comes up. “General Organa, we’ve tracked down Dameron.”

Your ears perk up and you lift your head. “Where is he? I need to find him. Let me get him, please!” you beg.

“Poe is held captive at the First Order…” he tells you as you and Leia gasp. “Kylo Ren is trying to get information out of him.”

You look at General Organa, your eyes begging to go and get him.

She sighs, “Send our best pilots out: Cole, Jake, Kris, and (Y/N).”

The pilot nods and go to send off the others. You smile and hug the general, “Thank you so much. I’ll bring him home safe.”

After that, you go change into your pilot suit and grab your helmet. BB-8, your father’s droid, rolls to you, beeping. “Yes, buddy. We’re getting Dad back.” He squeals in excitement as you climb into your ship.

Leaving the base and flying away, you talk into your head set, “Okay listen, we are here for one thing and one thing only. We are getting back Poe Dameron and returning him back to the base safely. Are we clear?”

Everyone replies back with a yes as you transition into hyper speed. Soon enough, the First Order’s ship comes into view. Your heart rate slowly starts to pick up.

Before anyone notices, you fly onto a landing pad, running off the ship. Surprisingly, no one notices and you run down the hall, trying to find your father.

You walk down numerous halls, before stumbling upon an open room. There are two storm troopers guarding the door. Hiding behind a wall, you pull down a small blaster, taking down the both of them. You run into the room to reveal your father, locked up and wounded.

Parts of his scalp and head are bleeding. His arms are cut and wrists are bruised. His face hooks haggard and tired.

“Daddy?” you question him as his eyes open as a small, weak smile appears on his face.

“Hey, there’s my belle,” his voice is hoarse, causing tears to well in your eyes.

You let out a small sob as you run to him, embracing his waist making sure to be gentle around his wounds. When you pull away, you undo his restraints, setting him free. As he stands up, but his legs are far too weak as he falls into you. You quickly catch him, wrapping an arm around his waist and he slings his arm around your neck.

“Going somewhere?” a voice says, causing you to look up. Standing in front of you is the infamous, Kylo. He’s dressed in all black, almost as if he is a shadow. Before you can process what is happening, your father is flung up against the wall roughly, the Force restraining him.

“Dad, no!” you cry.

“Oh, Dad? Mr. Dameron, you never informed me that you had a daughter,” his voice disgusts you.

“You are vile,” you spit at him, before he lets go of your father as he falls to the floor. You run to his side, helping him back up.

“Thank you, I appreciate the compliment,” Kylo retorts back, you sending him a glare. “However, I’m afraid I cannot let your poor father go. I need him for some information.”

You look at your father. His condition is near death and your heart yearns for his safety. A thought crosses your mind, an unthinkable thought, but you know it’s the right thing to do.

“Let him go…and I’ll stay,” you offer him a deal.

“(Y/N), no! You can’t! He’s a monster and I won’t allow it!” your father yells. A tear rolls down your cheek.

“Your offer is touching. Truly. Touching,” Kylo says with a snap of his fingers as two storm troopers enter. “I accept it.” The two troopers pick up your father, returning him back to your ship.

“No!” Poe yells before he leaves the room, you sitting on the floor sobbing. You are left alone in the room with Kylo.

“I didn’t get to say goodbye,” you sob into your hands. Kylo stands there, his heart slowly breaking as he listens to your sobs. “Now I assume you are going to tie me up and torture me.”

Kylo stands there, thinking before he speaks. “Follow me.” You sit there in protest. “Did your ears lap over? Follow. Me.”

You stand up, afraid of what he’ll do if you don’t follow him. The two of you walk down various halls, you wondering what your future holds.

You think about your death. Would it be painful? Would it be unnoticed?

Before you know it, Kylo opens a door to reveal a bedroom. There is a large bed with a beautiful headboard. There is an armoire filled with clothes and you can see a gorgeous bathroom in the distance.

“What are we doing here?” you asked confused.

He looks at you, “This is your bedroom. You only exit when I ask you or with permission.” His directions make you want punch him and that smug face probably hiding underneath that damn mask. You walk into the room and the door slams behind you startling you.

Ass.

Kylo walks away from your room as General Hux comes up to him.

“Who is the girl?” Hux asked the Commander.

“Poe Dameron’s daughter. Another rebel,” he says before walking away. Hux becomes curious and walks to your room.

Knocking on the door gently, you respond, “Go away.”

“I’m not sure you know me. I’m General Hux, the right hand man to the Commander. May I come in?” he asks through the door.

You slowly rise from the bed and you open the door to reveal a tall man with flaming ginger hair. He greets you with a small smile.

“What you did for your father was incredibly brave. I have a lot of respect for you,” Hux says, bowing his head.

You can’t help but smile. “Thank you.”

“This isn’t really permitted here, but I would like to show you around the ship. Give you a tour,” he smiles.

That night, Hux showed you around the ship. It wasn’t very exciting, no music or dancing, but it was thoughtful of him. Hux showed you the boring parts and the more cool things.

You’ve been held captive for almost two months now and you had to say you were getting quite accustomed to life here. Sure, it was simple, but the minimalism pleased you.

One day, you heard a knock on the door and you rise from reading your book that Hux leant you. Opening up the door, Kylo is revealed.

Your relationship with Kylo was best described as bipolar. Sometimes it was nice and calm, you’d have a simple conversation at night in your room. However, sometimes you’d be screaming and crying and he’d leave, later finding out he trashed a room with his lightsaber.

“Kylo…hi,” you speak.

“Tonight…I-I was uh um wondering if you’d uh-tonight meet me at the landing area,” he spits out finally. He then walks away, leaving you there in the door frame.

Like the said, that night you met him at the landing area.

However, you did not recognize him because he wasn’t wearing his mask. You finally saw his face. It was very different looking then you pictured. He was very handsome. His hair was long and dark. His eyes were a captivating hue and his jawline was perfectly sculpted. However his usual attire remained.

“You wanted me?” you ask him, walking closer to him.

“General Hux has informed me you liked the stars. I have a surprise for you,” he says holding out his hand. His action and the tone of his voice was something you have never witnessed before.

Gently, you take his hand as he intertwines your fingers. His hands are warm as large compared to the size of your delicate shape.

He guides you to the west wing, a place that General Hux says that no one ever goes to because Kylo doesn’t allow it. He says it has to much personal value. When you arrive, it’s a dark black room.

“Ready?” he says, excitement laced in his voice. You hum in response. “Look up.”

When you do, a flap is lifted to reveal a panorama of stars. They light up the room, twinkling bright. You gasp at the beauty. “This is absolutely incredible.”

“When the ship was being built, they rushed to finish this wing. So, I told them to just use glass. I come here whenever I’m stressed or I just need time for myself,” he says leaning up against the bar close to the window.

You walk towards him, blown away by how sentimental he has become. “I would too. It’s amazing,” you say, gazing upward.

Kylo looks at you, taking in the way the starlight lays upon your beautiful face. You stared up at the sky in awe as he stared at you in awe. At last, he finally mustered up enough courage to say what was on his mind.

Slowly, he intertwines your fingers. “(Y/N), ever since you came here, I’ve changed. You have made me a better person. You’ve taught me how to be more patient and accepting. I think it’s safe to say that I am in lo-”

His words that have made your heart flutter are stopped when you hear a thump. You look at him. “I’ll go out a check. I’ll be right back,” you smile at him, exiting the wing.

As you come to the launching pad, there is a rebel ship that lands.

Oh, no.

A group of about ten to fifteen people run off the ship with blasters and weapons. Your father being one of them.

“Dad?” you ask, as he turns around to look at you with a blaster in hand. “What are you doing here?”

He smiles at walks toward you. “There’s my belle,” he comes over to hug you tightly. “We came here to rescue you and to talk down that son of a bitch who held you captive for months and probably hurt you.”

You smile, “No, Daddy. You don’t understand. He’s not that bad.”

He furrows his eyebrows in confusion. As Poe opens up his mouth, someone interrupts. “That man is no good guy. He is a monster and he needs to be stopped.”

There he is. The real monster. Jess was a guy on the rebel base who was convinced he was going to make you his wife. But he was a pig. Filthy, disgusted, and would be enjoyed by many people if he were dead.

“Hello, Jess,” you roll your eyes. “He isn’t. He’s changed. He has seen his mistakes and…I think he’s in love with me.”

When you say this, Jess breaks out in laughter as your father stares at you in shock. “Oh, (Y/N), please. This man is dangerous. He needs to be killed.”

You shake your head and start backing away. You need to tell Kylo to get away. You start to run down the hall back to Kylo. You hear Jess telling everyone to follow you.

Opening up the door to the star room, Kylo is still there. “Kylo, run. The rebels are here to kill you. Run,” you pants.

“No. What are you going to do? I’m not running away without you. (Y/N), I love you.”

Your heart flutters at his words.

“I love you, too.”

He leans down and pushes his lips on yours. The kiss is everything you could ever imagine. It was soft, yet passionate. “(Y/N), get away from him!” your father’s voice yells.

“Dad, I love him!” you yell back. “And if you can’t accept that, so be it.”

Kylo unleashes his lightsaber as you pull out a blaster.

“I can’t believe you would betray us. We are your family,” your father shakes his head. Just then, Jess comes at Kylo, full speed with a staff, swinging at him as you start shooting blasters.

It was a fight. Rebels against love.

In the end, five rebels were dead and Jess and Kylo were head to head. The two of them were at the launch pad, on the edge. One was bound to fall. Just as Jess lifts his staff to take a large strike at Kylo, he loses his balance and falls over off the ship. You gasp at the sight and Kylo steps back.

“Kylo, what do we do?” you ask him, running to him as he hugs you tightly.

“I don’t know my love. I don’t know,” he kisses the top of your head as you start to cry into his chest.

Neither of you notice, but your father is hiding behind the wall watching you two interact. He smiles at the two of you, before he speaks. “You really do love each other?”

You look up at your father and speak, “Yeah.” You look at Kylo, “We do.”

Poe smiles. “I don’t know how you are going to work this out, but you have my blessing.”

Kylo and you turn to each other as you giggle like a child, jumping on him, tightly hugging him. When you pull away, you connect your lips. The beauty and the no longer beast.

anonymous asked:

Angst ask here! Male Shepards reactions to F!MU coming back after Grima is destroyed but lost her memories once again?

Your name: submit What is this?

Gaius: He assumes the rather befuddled look on your face is nothing to worry about. After all, you’ve just woken up in the middle of a field. ‘Course you’d be dazed. “What, Bubbles,” he jokes, and pokes your tummy. “Don’t tell me you’ve forget everything again?” He ruffles your hair and laughs, only for his smirk to be wiped off when you nod.

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Mill may not be the best way to win in EDH, but it is definitely my favorite way to play. These cards make milling in this format workable. 

1. Mesmeric Orb 

Mesmeric Orb makes your opponents think twice about tapping things. a brilliant way to slowly whittle away decks, best put in an Eldrazi though so you don’t mill yourself out. 

2. Keening Stone 

Keening Stone is one of my favorite cards. It is one of the quickest ways to whittle away libraries and goes great with Traumatize to quickly finish off a player 

3. Memory Erosion 

This will hopefully slow down your opponents plans. By playing this, you ensure that they lose two cards everytime they cast a spell. 

4. Hedron Crab

This creature is brilliant if you can play it early. I find it goes great with any Moonfolk, but especially Soratami Mindsweeper.

5. Jace, Memory Adept 

Yep, here he is, the most hated planeswalker. His second ability puts your opponents on a very short clock. And who cares how harsh it is to use that ability. 

6. Mindcrank 

Another one of my favorite cards. When I first saw this card, I started salivating and had to immediately buy a playset. Don’t forget they form a winning combo with Bloodchief Ascension 

7. Dreamborn Muse 

Dreamborn Muse is a brilliant way of killing decks with lots of card draw. Just make sure you have a way of stemming the flow or you could meet a similar fate.

8.Sands of Delirium 

This card allows you to use your excess mana at the end of every turn to chuck a few more cards out of an opponents library. Great in a ramp deck. 

9.Phenax, God of Deception  

This is one of my favorite gods and I wish he would work. He turns all your creatures into mindwracking machines but it takes a lot to get him to join the fight. He does, however make milling workable.

10. Psychic Spiral 

Psychic Spiral is best if you can find a way to make your graveyard larger, Dreamborn Muse or Mesmeric Orb can be used to increase the magnitude of this card. 

These cards seem like the most useful milling cards. Other good cards include, Grindclock, Glimpse the Unthinkable, Mind Grind and Archive Trap. I do hope you find this helpful and happy deck building. 

The Eyes Have It

My eyes were full of stories,
hanging in the gallows condemned
where shallow words
were as useless as the writer was.

Bleed your heart they say and put to pen what you fear most.
Commit to the unthinkable and
expunge your mind of the ordinary.

But I am ordinary.

And aside from the wildness of my hair and pomegranate tinged lips,
I could never be anything other than myself.  
Unthinkable,
well maybe
but I make an incredible commitment to the ordinary.

Look, you can see it in my eyes.