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// hey sorry for disappearing things have been awful but the only thing that matters is that today is Hux’s birthday

#// this blog is old enough to go to first grade #and that's a weird feeling #I'll try to be on later <3 #x: at ease #tbd //

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first-order-general · 3 years

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// update: I quit. So I'll be on later today, sorry again for disappearing

// (Crawls back onto the internet) sorry for disappearing, my new job is reaaaaaally stressful

#// tl;dr they were treating us really poorly and a bunch of us all walked off at the same time #sorry for going ghost y'all that was just. so intensely horrible wow #anyway ily all I'm going to bed (don't @ me about what time it is) and I'll be on in the morning #😙😙😙#x: at ease #tbd //

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// (Crawls back onto the internet) sorry for disappearing, my new job is reaaaaaally stressful

#// i want to quit aaaaaaaaaaa #but money......#im just gonna do it as long as i can bear and apply for other jobs in the meantime #x: at ease

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❝ Things explode around you. You can’t blame me for wanting to keep an eye on you. ❞

Mass Effect 2 Sentence Meme

"No,” he mused, looking at Ilya with something almost like sadness in his eye. “Has it ever occurred to you that perhaps I put myself in these situations? That things explode around me because I’m the one who lit the fuse?” It almost makes him ache to admit it. In a way, it’s a point of pride. He wants to be the one to shake things up, to bring change to the galaxy. And if that meant burning himself down with it, then so be it.

“I don’t expect you to help me.” He blinked once, twice, then looked away. He couldn’t stand by and do nothing, he had a moral imperative to fix things. “I couldn’t-- ask that of you. All I want is for you to understand.”

#spiiinninginfinity #// ahahahahahahaha ow

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❝ I’m still human. I make mistakes like everyone else. ❞

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“Perhaps.” He rather liked to think he didn’t make mistakes. Or, if he did, he could manage them efficiently enough not to require anyone else’s notice. “But that doesn’t negate your culpability in the situation. The importance of mistakes is proportionate to your willingness to correct them. If you had done so, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.” A little cold, he realised all too late. His lips twitched, irritated with himself, hearing the Commandant’s voice on his lips. “I’m willing to ignore this, provided you can get it cleaned up. I won’t send you to reconditioning, this time. Please don’t disappoint me again.” A kind of genuineness slipped into his tone at the end. He meant it. It gave him no pleasure to have these kinds of meetings, he would much prefer to call her here to congratulate her on her successes.

#ask adeline rey hux

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SENTENCE STARTERS | MASS EFFECT 2

feel free to change pronouns if needed ! ____ signifies a place where you can insert a name.

❝ Never thought you’d save my life. Guess that makes us even now. ❞ ❝ I’m never wrong. I thought you’d have learned that by now. ❞ ❝ We can argue over who killed who later. Right now, we have a job to do. ❞ ❝ This is going to be one tough son of a bitch to take down… ❞ ❝ I’m still human. I make mistakes like everyone else. ❞ ❝ Things explode around you. You can’t blame me for wanting to keep an eye on you. ❞ ❝ If you’re looking for weapons, you’re not doing a very good job. ❞ ❝ I always liked you. You’re as likely to heal me as you are to shoot me. ❞ ❝ Do try not to get killed too fast. You’re only a distraction as long as you’re alive. ❞ ❝ You’re a tough son of a bitch. I didn’t think you’d be up yet. ❞ ❝ If I’m walking into hell, I want someone I trust at my side. ❞ ❝ Never thought I’d say this, but I’m glad it’s you shooting up the place. ❞ ❝ This what passes for food out here? My tastes run more along the lines of edible. ❞ ❝ Just once I’d like to ask someone for help and hear them say, “Sure. Let’s go. Right now. No strings attached.” ❞ ❝ I’m sorry, I’m having trouble hearing you. I’m getting a lot of bullshit on this line. ❞ ❝ You’re about to find out what happens when you piss me off. ❞ ❝ You seem like the strong sensitive murdering type. Always good to have around. ❞ ❝ I’m good with our current amount of headbutting. I’d say we’re at headbutting capacity. ❞ ❝ Thank you. You gave me purpose…Now, let’s find something big to kill! ❞ ❝ What idiotic bunch of hormones thought that now was a great time for love? ❞ ❝ Good deeds are like pissing yourself in dark pants. Warm feelings, but no one notices. ❞ ❝ The universe is a dark place. I’m trying to make it brighter before I die. ❞ ❝ I’ve taken many bad things out of the world. You were the only good thing I ever added to it. ❞ ❝ Time for me is short, but any I have is yours to take. ❞ ❝ Dead is dead. There’s no such thing as a good way to go. ❞ ❝ ____ tried to kill you once, and all it did was piss you off. I can’t imagine they’ll stop you this time. ❞ ❝ Remind me to never get on your bad side. ❞ ❝ We can disobey suicidal orders? Why wasn’t I told~? ❞ ❝ I will fight and struggle all my life; that is my fate. When I die, it will not be in bed. I am at peace with that. ❞ ❝ If you are worthy of your command, prove your strength and try to destroy me. ❞ ❝ I’d never stab you in the back. Warriors like you and me: straight to the face! ❞ ❝ I.DO.NOT.GET.SICK!!!!! ❞ ❝ I’m not complaining, but you show up at the strangest times… ❞ ❝ That may go down in history as the shortest interrogation ever… ❞ ❝ You can either fight by my side or get crushed under my heel, but you will not get in my way! ❞ ❝ I’ll only relinquish one bullet. Where do you want it? ❞ ❝ Every time you order us to face impossible odds, I have to remind myself that I volunteered for this. ❞ ❝ Thanks for taking care of ____. Saves me having to beat him to death with his own spine. ❞ ❝ I’m tired…I’ll nap. Destroy the universe later. ❞ ❝ Everyone was always ignoring you and hitting on me. At least now this gives you a fair shot. ❞ ❝ Okay, that makes my legs hurt just watching it, and my knees are meant to bend that way. ❞ ❝ You just had to give the enemy tactical advice, didn’t you?! ❞ ❝ The way you move…it’s incredible! You’re like a dancer, grace and power in constant motion. ❞ ❝ I’m not going to die from an infection in the middle of battle. That’s just insulting! ❞ ❝ You know, for a bunch of cheap touristy crap, your prices are pretty high. ❞ ❝ I’ve seen so many things go wrong…I want something to go right, just this once. ❞ ❝ You do realise this plan has me walking into hell too, right? ❞ ❝ You sure as hell know how to make enemies… ❞ ❝ I’ve spent too much time and effort on this to let you get killed now. ❞ ❝ Look into my eyes and tell me you want me. Tell me you’d kill for me. ❞ ❝ If I have to fight through guards, I’ve made a mistake. I rarely make mistakes. ❞

#// i have had.. an awful day #i wish i had a cigarette ahahahahaha but i also don't smoke so like shrug emoji #work was ;n; so stressful I want to quit #but i need that cash money #x: meme #i need a hot cocoa and some scary movies #and like someone to bring me down from all this adrenaline hhhhh

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first-order-general · 3 years

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#x: musings #// hux ringing up the resistance like

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first-order-general · 3 years

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tfw ur warming up and you see that

— P O L E D A N C E R // fly. away. —

His routine was simple enough, however, Poe always liked adding his own flare. Swinging himself in the air, Poe let out a soft gasp. He always loved THIS feeling. It felt like flying. It’s why he had chosen to pole dance. To fly. Even if it wasn’t in a plane or a jet.

#// hux is like ??? excuse me sir who gave u the right #im so bad at drawing dancers idk why so his proportions are a little off #x: my art #s: gingerpilot #felt cute might completely redo it later

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first-order-general · 3 years

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// im so far behind on threads i’m sorry everyone

#x: at ease #tbd //

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first-order-general · 3 years

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YOU CUT IT AWAY AND YOU FILLED ME UP WITH HATE

canon divergent. 18+. trigger heavy. penned by jay. ( © )

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ICARUS IS FLYING TOO CLOSE TO THE SUN

canon divergent. 18+. trigger heavy. penned by jay. ( © )

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“I thought you didn’t know what you were doing,” Hux murmured, watching him shift his attention from drink, to cigarette, to his face. It almost annoyed him, how fearlessly the other man looked at him. Nobody else behaved as if they could tolerate meeting his eyes. Eye. He took another drag at his own cigarette, meeting Poe’s gaze levelly. He probably didn’t have winning cards, but at least one of Poe’s men had folded already, and he was sure his own wouldn’t be far behind.

He had almost hoped they’d be alone tonight. Attempts on Solo’s life were rare at best, and he wasn’t exceptionally concerned about his safety. He’d never fucked up yet, after all. And-- as inadvisable as their private activities were, there was a part of him that almost craved it.

He lifted his brows in a look of mock boredom, eyes moving briefly over his own cards, as if to check what his hand looked like. “Why not bet more? I have a good hand, and you already said you don’t know what the fuck you’re doing.” Speaking somewhat emotionlessly, almost teasing Poe. “Unless you’d like to rephrase..?”

Besides, it was only a few quid.

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🔪WHEN HE FIRST MOVED TO NEW YORK he had no plan, all he had wanted was to leave home, find himself, be whoever he had to be, instead of what his father wanted him to be. That took him into a dangerous life, full of life or death situations, where he wasn’t that sure if he wanted to belong, but it’s been so long now, that he was used to that lifestyle - it was everything he had known after all. His issue with Bliss was what got him in the path of Palpatine’s mobster family, and life pretty much changed for him.

At first it has been terrible, but now he couldn’t complain. He had a good life in between his job, he wasn’t required all the time, which was good, it helped him to figure out his life, have a social life after all. Lovers weren’t as frequent though, but there was one, who was currently sitting across from him on the table, it was a secret - or so he hoped - since their bosses weren’t always in good terms, they couldn’t exactly play Romeo and Juliet - Shakespeare already proved that ends in tragedy.

Poe smirked at that - took another sip, before finally giving a drag to his cigarette. He rarely smoked, in social events or after sex was the most common times for it. The black haired looked at the ginger, he was probably the only one who wouldn’t flinch as his aspect. “Are you for real going to bet more, Hux?” He asked amused by the challenge - just one more Ace and he was going to win the hand, still he raised the bet.

#v: benator #onehell of apilot

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He narrowed his remaining good eye at Dameron, suspicious as ever. He didn’t like these events-- in fact, there was very little about this job that he enjoyed at all. Not nothing, of course. He’d had his share of pleasant moments, when he and Palpatine’s bodyguard found themselves alone together, but for the most part he was just waiting until he was able to go back to active duty. It kept getting delayed for some reason. First, because they were waiting for his face to heal-- and then because the psych wouldn’t clear him, and now--

There was a part of him that knew he wasn’t going back. But if he let that part of him speak loudly enough for him to hear-- if he couldn’t go back, he didn’t know what he would do. Because this couldn’t be a permanent job. It would drive him mad. Even if he’d had those moments with Poe that he almost truly enjoyed--- it wouldn’t make up for having to put up with the spoiled senator’s son, having to trail him all over town while he blundered his way through society. And keep him safe from the kinds of situations he seemed to attract.

“Full of aces,” he repeated, taking a drag from his cigarette. He didn’t like drinking, especially at events like these. If things were to go south, he might be needed in a matter of seconds, and he was already disadvantaged enough with that fucking patch over his eye. “Don’t act so coy, Dameron. It only works the first couple of times.” He took a card, eyeing it thoughtfully. Then he nudged a few more crumpled bills towards the center of the table. One good thing about all this, no one wanted to look at his marred face long enough to try and guess if he was bluffing.

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🔪IT WAS A CALM NIGHT FOR HIM AS HE SAT BY THE TABLE of the pub his boss owned. He was - as cliche as it would be - in the basement playing poker with two of his subordinates, against two bodyguards of Solo’s staff, Hadrian being one of them. Hadrian Hux was by far more important than any other bodyguard he played poker with - because he was used to these sort of games being a lot more intimate and personal, that of course when they were on their own. Both were sure that if their bosses found out, things wouldn’t end well.

Upstairs the party was loud, and around ten of his men were guarding Palpatine for him. In most cases like these he wouldn’t have the obligation to come, having a staff of bodyguards to take care of their boss, but he was asked by the man himself to enjoy the night so here he was, playing cards, losing like an idiot for his inhability to know the game, but mostly having a good time.

A huff escaped his lips suddenly as he eyed the cards in his hands. “This is a nightmare.” He complained. “I don’t have any idea of what the fuck I’m doing with this. I don’t even know why I agree to play with you guys.” He snickered, pausing to have a sip of his whiskey. “I mean… I’m full of aces… is that good?”