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Boyega Week: John Boyega + his legendary clapbacks

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You’ll be the one to turn…

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only the hits from Jenny Nicholson

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- c.l. (insp.)

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i just wanna know one thing

who tf is Kellogg Ren?

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Rey looking at Kylo: The Evolution

#omg

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#yessss

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the Force is not a power you have it’s not about lifting rocks

#love this shot

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Star Wars: The Last Jedi: How Adam Driver Went the Distance for Daisy Ridley During Filming

— PEOPLE | Jan 6, 2018

As Star Wars: The Last Jedi continues to reign supreme at the box office nearly a month into its release, one aspect that sparked specific interest from fans are the “Force connection” scenes between Rey (Daisy Ridley) and Kylo Ren (Adam Driver).

In the film, the two adversarial characters forge a telepathic-like connection in which they can inexplicably see and speak to each other, despite being millions of miles away.

Fans of those captivating Force Connection moments between Rey and Kylo Ren will be happy to know that the actors went to great lengths to make those scenes as intriguing as possible — including flying to another country just to be off camera for each other. Director Rian Johnson recently revealed the secrets behind those successful scenes, his thoughts on launching the great romantic tragedy of Star Wars times, and what they might mean for the next installment of the franchise.

“For those force connections, I needed them to talk,” Johnson tells PEOPLE. “And I thought that the hardest thing that Rey could possibly be faced with is being forced to talk to this person that she completely despises. And also the audience, we hate him coming into it. She had to be our proxy and so that’s why in those first few conversations, she is just spitting in his face.”

Johnson says that the key to the actors’ chemistry in those scenes was that they were both physically present on set for each other.

“Every single time we shot one of their sides, the other person was off camera,” he explains. “Even to the point where Adam flew to Ireland just to be off camera for Daisy’s stuff, which was essential because they’re such intimate conversations. And that also meant we had to shoot each of those scenes twice basically, which meant the rehearsal time was really important. And my editor Bob Ducsay did an amazing job then of making it feel kind of seamless after the fact.”

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reylo + the force awakens screenplay

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lullaby for a sleepless night

This is in response to the @reyloprompts prompt: Kylo wakes in the middle of the night to hear Rey singing to herself in the Force Bond. 

This … is close? 

He was four when he told her he was too old to be sung to. She never did again.

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Kylo wakes up exactly two minutes before the wake-up call with the end of a dream drifting away like vapour. 

He knows better than to grasp at it. It’s been happening more and more, dreams that don’t leave him wracked with phantom pain or burning with rage but instead with a prickling yearning for something, and he thinks that might be worse. 

He hits his alarm off with more force than needed, and heads to the ‘fresher with a stinging palm and the start of a headache throbbing at his temples. 

An hour later, after he’s showered and eaten and read the morning update on the fleet status, he still can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong or missing or out of place, and there’s a snatch of something at his periphery, a three or four note melody that keeps looping endlessly in his head. It chases him through the day, through meetings and in hallways and in a routine check of his shuttle; just a few notes humming in and out, just not enough for it to turn into anything that he can grasp and make sense of. It’s driving him mad.

It’s well into night shift when he throws himself into bed and his head has barely hit the pillow when there’s the strange popping feeling of the universe expanding and contracting and he rolls over. Sure enough, the other half of his room is now half of hers; Rey’s standing with her back to him in the dim glow of one lamp with filmy material stretched from one hand to the other, and it takes him a second to work out that he’s caught her folding laundry. It’s so ridiculously domestic that he smiles before he can help it. 

She doesn’t turn around but she knows he’s there - he can tell by the set of her shoulders - but they’ve gotten very used to this, and she barely pauses, rolling the strip into a neat ball, ticking the ends in with practiced fingers, picking up the next, stretching it out. It’s oddly comforting, the mundaneness of it.

Hey, she says, after a while, through the bond, as if unwilling to break the silence. Long day? Yeah. 

Me too. 

He exhales. He hasn’t seen her like this in a while; she’s in a loose tunic with bare feet and arms, and he props his head on his hand and watches her crossing backwards and forwards from her bunk to her locker, all softness and blurred lines. It’s easy to forget for a moment who they are, easy to forget about uprisings and fuel and supply lines and strategy; it’s dangerously easy to lose himself in tiny things, like the way her calf muscles stretch when she reaches to hang her belt on a peg near the door, the way her hair shines in the light. The bruises on her ankle, the inside of her knee. The tiny flower next to her bunk in the smallest jar he’s ever seen. 

His headache has almost disappeared when he hears it again, that stupid melody and all the tension of the day comes roaring back and he’s about to throw something across the room when he realises where it’s coming from.

It’s Rey. She’s half-singing, half-humming under her breath, low and unpractised but sweet; it’s more sound than words but the melody is clear and all the fragmented notes he’s been hearing all day coalesce into something, something that he knows, and Kylo pulls a pillow over his head so she won’t turn around and see his face.  

It’s the lullaby that his mother used to sing him to sleep, and if he concentrates hard enough, he can almost see her, hear her voice, the smell of her perfume on her wrists, feel her hand brushing through his hair, just enough pressure to make him shut his eyes.

He was four when he told her he was too old to be sung to. She never did again.

It takes a moment for him to work out that something of what he’s feeling must be bleeding through the bond, because the room is now silent, and when he pulls the pillow off his face and sits up, she’s very carefully not looking at him, but she’s not doing anything else either.

“What was that?” he says finally; he’s aiming for nonchalant but he’s pretty sure he falls short because Rey flicks him a skeptical look and then goes back to folding one of her arm wraps.

“What was what?”

“What you were singing?”

She pauses, and he feels a sudden rush of self-consciousness trickle into the bond.

“It’s, um. It’s.” She stops dead, her throat working, and he could pry it out of her but they’ve been better at respecting boundaries lately and so he waits, waits as she runs a hand through her hair – it curls at her collarbones and he tries not to focus on that either, boundaries - and now Rey is looking a little panicked. “I don’t know?”

“How do you - not know?”

Her fingers are worrying the frayed edge of one wrap, a flush creeping up her neck, her eyes skittering to the corner of the room.

“I think I heard it in your head,” she says finally, all in a rush. “It was in your dream. Last night.”

Well.

He swallows.

It shouldn’t surprise him, but what is new is the unexpected sweep of spinning vertigo, feeling every nauseating inch of the yawning chasm of how far he is from who he once was.

Kill it if you have to. 

Rey’s face is red. “I’m sorry,” she offers quickly. “I didn’t even realise I was doing it, I’ll stop – “

“No.” His response is too fast to be casual, and Rey sends him a cautious glance from under her lashes. “I – it was - nice.”

They stare at each other until something in his face must reassure her.

“Okay,” she says. “Okay.”

He hesitates, and then she smiles and looks down; the first real smile he’s seen on her in weeks, and he absolutely shouldn’t but he can’t help himself: “I – I can teach you the words?”

There’s a beat, a moment, where her eyes catch his and hold and something in his chest compresses and then expands into gold.

“I’d like that,” Rey says out loud, but underneath, the bond between them keens: Ben.

#reylo #i am such trash #reylofic #reylo fic #reyloprompts inspired

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reylo fic prompts anyone?

#reylo #so stuck

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#reylo #why am i writing again #i am trash

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reylo high-school!au:  

Rey’s the new girl who’s inexorably drawn to the popular jock, Kylo Ren.                 

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My life as a teacher.

when someone thinks ur not listening so they start talking shit about u and u catch them

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When I die, I want my headstone to be like one of those stupid click-bait headlines except it will be awesome. "Claira is dead. What she does next is UNBELIEVABLE." That will stop people.

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August Community Roundup

Fist Fight Sam by thewondersmith

The month of August is upon us and, like its namesake, it brings with it a record of all its fine works. But who needs a bronze inscription when you have The Zombies, Run! Community Roundup?

Six to Start News

First up, let’s have a quick catch-up with all the goings-on here at Six to Start headquarters. 

1) The current hiatus will finish next Wednesday, August 12th, with the release of missions 21 and 22 from Season Four. From then on, we’ll be releasing 2 new missions a week right through to the end of Season Four!

2) Virtual Race! We’re thinking about running one. Do you like the sound of that? Would you like to race against your fellow Runners Five, virtually? Let us know!

3) Team Zombies, Run! will be at Nine Worlds London this weekend (August 7th - 9th)! We’ll be talking about fitness, Zombies, Run!, representation, games and also just hanging out and stuff. Come say hi!

OK that’s all the official stuff out of the way. Hit the readmore for the fluff, heartbreak, illustrations and in-jokes you actually come here for.

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