"so you think i put up with a year of your shit, a year of that fucking ken doll face smirking at me every day, and then put up with you almost dying, just so i could get laid? nines, i don't care. i don't need any of that."
anyway there are a million and one reasons to love John Boyega….
he calls his nephew ‘baby Finn’! he stayed in character all day as Finn when he visited a children’s hospital! he is proud to have the same laugh as his dad! his kitty Oluwalogan likes to hang out with Lupita’s brother’s stuffed toy monkey! he thinks he can help make Daisy Ridley a big rap star! he is obsessed with Disney movies, especially The Lion King! Harrison Ford is his best friend and he uses his phone to send him selfies! he can do a 100% spot on impression of Pinocchio from Shrek! he wore one glove to the TFA premiere as an homage to Luke Skywalker’s robot hand! he thinks he can walk faster than a golf buggy! he knows exactly how many kilos Daisy can dead-lift & will brag about it to everyone! he is on Team Cap even though his acting mentor is RDJ! he has a Kylo Ren blanket to keep him warm! he thinks Lupita Nyong’o’s face “mathematically makes sense”! he was forced to do household chores by his family coz he refused to tell them TFA secrets! his go to pick up line is “hey i’m force sensitive”! he challenged David Beckham to a lightsaber duel just so he could meet him! on the premiere day of TFA he went to as many cinemas as possible to surprise fans! you think he has a social agenda? please don’t come back on his page! he supports female!Finn cosplayers! he spent his most recent birthday in toy stores making sure they were stocked with Finn merchandise! “Finn awakens… like literally five minutes ago”! he laughed off someone that wanted him to pay eighty five thousand pounds for a chair! A CHAIR! his favourite movie line comes from the Narnia films! he loves comfy cardigans and slippers!
and absolutely zero reasons to hate him #protectJohnBoyega
Finished my Valentines! These were a lot of fun to make, though I’ve been procrastinating on homework to do these~ Feel free to print these out and give ‘em to your friends!
Written in anticipation of 11.04 “Baby.” No episode spoilers. 1.1K.
1973
His voice is warm like the sun on a cloudless summer day, when it shines along her angles and makes them gleam, onyx and sharp. His eyes are green and brilliant, his touch almost reverent. “I mean, come on, this is the car of a lifetime,” he says, so certain of her value that if she were human, she’d surely blush. “Trust me, this thing’s still gonna be badass when it’s forty.”
The man he is talking to - who introduces himself as John - runs his hand across her windows with the same, immediate adoration. She can tell that he’s convinced, implicitly trusts that he’ll take care of her, and shortly afterward she’s out on the road, being steered toward a house with a charming white trellis and a beautiful girl who runs out to greet them.
1979
It’s winter when Dean finds her again, and she knows it’s him though he’s three days old. He gurgles happily in his carseat while Mary sits beside him, tired but beaming. John looks back at them at every stoplight and she already loves him. Precious little Dean.
1982
Dean’s hands are perpetually grubby, mostly from apple sauce and sticking his tiny fingers in his mouth. She doesn’t mind that they touch her upholstery; John is good about cleaning it up. She rather enjoys the pitter-patter of Dean’s infant feet and the softness of his breathing when he falls asleep against her door.
1983
Sam arrives with the onset of spring, with the flowers and birds and blooming new life. He’s a fussier baby than Dean ever was, but no one seems to mind as they shower him with love. As she carries everybody home, she watches Dean step into his role. That of a protector, of a big, strong brother, and she’s proud of the effortless kindness that thrums in such a young heart.
1984
Everything is quieter after Mary’s gone, as though the night sky has lost one of its stars. John is colder, furious and violent, and it’s the first time he slams her brakes and presses her horn a little too rough. Dean doesn’t speak for a number of days, and she misses his voice, the sweet chirp of it. Sam, too small to understand, is oblivious to the world as he sleeps in Dean’s arms.