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Favourite things to say before doing something incredibly stupid:

Hey everybody watch this

I'm God's favourite

I'm always right and I'm never gonna die

(Person nearby) gets my crap if I beef it

I'm way too sexy to fuck this up

It's okay I've done this a hundred times

This is gonna to be on purpose

Hello you're watching Jackass

Check out this cool magic trick

If I die I want you to tell people it looked really cool

Wanna see a trick I learned in prison

It's okay, I saw this on TikTok

This is only illegal in Massetchuschessetts

My dad used to do this all the time before the divorce

If you're a cop you have to tell me or it's entrapment*

I'm doing this as a prank

Could a mentally ill person do THIS

Out of two thousand possible futures this is the only way we live

I have to. (Stupid thing I'm doing) killed my mom

The government doesn't want you to know this is even an option

I'm about to become so powerful you have no idea

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where tears dry at their own pace

drabble for Jyn Week 2024 prompt day 1 | home

WC: 971 on ao3

warnings: child character, potential paternal feelings, ptsd

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Three days had passed since first discovering the orphaned child, well past due for any mission as simple as finding someone’s next of kin. 

But unlike any assignment Cassian nor Jyn had ever been on, there was no real reason to rush, no real timetable to follow. The war was over and time only existed for them to figure out what to do with.

Because their mission now was simple: relief. And there was an unspoken agreement that an orphanage wasn’t an option just yet.

“What was your home planet like?” the boy asked into the silence, absently tracing a twig in the sand. Cassian was trying to repair the ship as Jyn sat with the torgruta child. The boy looked up at her when he didn’t hear an immediate answer, his lekkus curling back in innocence and eyes wide in curiosity.

Jyn took a minute to ask herself that question. 

On Coruscant her mother reads a textbook before she tucks her into bed. On a rocky planet she’s cutting Saw’s hair and laughing with him how the sun reflects from his head. She’s in a dark elevator shaft with the only light seemingly coming from brown eyes focusing on hers. Finally awake on a rebel base, she finds her friends have been waiting for her.

“I’ve had a few home planets,” she eventually said. “It’s hard to remember each one sometimes.”

The boy nodded sagely as if he understood. Jyn then watched him shift in concentration, his small face aging ever so slightly before her eyes. 

He seemed almost afraid to speak again, whispering his question, hoping its utterance would not affect the outcome. “Do you forget even the good ones?”

“No, not always.” Jyn felt compelled to offer a little hope. She easily reached for a memory without too much thought behind it. “On Lah’mu, I… remember running among tall grass. A farm and a garden. Life grew everywhere despite the nearest star being parsecs away. The air was chill. And the gravity was just right, that when I would jump,

Her father lifts her well above his head. She feels like she could almost fly, but he pulls her back into his arms, and she’s safely tucked against his chest in a warm embrace.

“—it wasn’t possible to fall. I was just a kid then, about your age.”

“That sounds nice.”

Jyn gave a small smile. “But home is… It doesn’t always have to be a place, but maybe a feeling. One that you can find again.”

“Home is where,” he pondered, “when you’re there, you’re always let in.”

The warmth of Cassian’s gaze soothes her soul as the hangar disappears around them. “Welcome home,” he says. And she doesn’t just feel seen for the first time in a long time, but also connected in a way she never thought was possible.

Jyn is surprised by his words. “Yes, I suppose that's right.”

For a moment they quietly listen to Cassian distantly spill curses from inside the ship. In the corner of her eye she sees the boy then pull out a small booklet, a tattered personal possession among the last of his scarce belongings. “Do you like flowers?” he asked casually, the change of subject being nothing worth noticing. 

Behind the house, Lyra is tending to the garden as she runs up behind to watch her. Her mother draws her in closer at her side, pointing out a small bud on a vine that hasn’t bloomed yet. She describes the species, the genus. “In its own time,” Lyra says, “it’ll know when to open up.” Jyn herself remembers this because she’s hanging on her every word. 

She nodded with a quiet smile, and replied softly, “sure, flowers are nice.”

The boy flipped the pages, easily landing on a space that was heavily bookmarked with bits of plants and scraps of notes. Among the disarray of leaflets, he delicately plucked a pressed flower from his pages and held it out for Jyn to see. 

“These used to grow everywhere back home,” the boy informed her. “You can have this one.”

Hesitant at first, Jyn gently took the rosy five-pointed flower between her fingers. It was hardly bigger than the size of her thumbnail as she traced along a translucent petal. “I don’t want to forget them,” he added.

The child wasn’t very shy, Jyn observed. He was already leaning against her and using her body as a makeshift pillow. He was likely getting easily attached as young children do. But in a galaxy free from war, was it such a foolish thing? Even during times of war, what could one do but hold onto someone with both hands. It was her own last wish when she thought she reached the end, and it was more than anything she could have asked for.

The boy’s eyes were closed by the time Cassian came to join them, though Jyn knew he was still awake from feeling the pattern of his breathing against her. He would probably fake it long enough to get one of them to carry him. 

“There’s a signal coming from the city,” Cassian said exasperated. He was just as spattered in dark ash from the wreck as they were, and kept his voice low as not to wake the boy. “But it's in chaos, no one is working the transmissions. We’ll have to wait till tomorrow to try to send a message.”

Jyn took one last look at the small bloom before tucking the fragile gift safely in the front of her vest pocket. Cassian only then noticed the water in her eyes and immediately frowned, his creased brows silently asking if she was okay.

Just as quietly, she reassured him with a nod. The fondness from her eyes offering her own wordless reply.

She’ll tell him later.

#srb #jynweek 2024

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If you’re like us, then you’re overflowing with love for the leading lady of Rogue One: Jyn Erso. To have a bit of an outlet for these feelings, April 1 to April 7 will be our fifth Jyn Erso Appreciation Week to celebrate her! These dates are also in our blog sidebar.

SCHEDULE:

Day One: Favorite Scene(s) || Writing Prompt: Home

Day Two: Favorite Source Material || Writing Prompt: Stardust

Day Three: Favorite Relationship || Writing Prompt: Rebel

Day Four: Favorite Quotes About Jyn || Writing Prompt: Trust

Day Five: Favorite Tropes || Writing Prompt: Grief

Day Six: Felicity Jones Appreciation || Writing Prompt: Freedom

Day Seven: Free Day || Writing Prompt: Heart

Please use this week to celebrate Jyn Erso in any way you want to with any type of fanwork you want to.

RULES:

please use the tag #jynweek in the first five tags so we can reblog your work!

if you can get #jynappreciationsquad in there too that’s great but not required

we will tag all works with #jyn week 2024

we will also tag specific days as #jyn week: day [one], and prompts as day [one]: [scene]

Feel free to message us with any comments, questions or concerns. We hope you guys have a lot of fun and we look forward to seeing what wonderful things you will create!

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INTRODUCING REBELCAPTAIN SMUT WEEKEND MONTH

I'd made a promise to make something smutty, and I'm here to keep that promise. In the legacy of the much beloved Rebelcaptain Smut Weekend, I'm organizing a Rebelcaptain Smut Weekend Month! Since I felt like a single weekend was just not enough time for all the smutty goodness, I thought why not do four weekends instead? This gives us more to look forward to and more time to create.

SCHEDULE: the event will run during May, every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday (so that means May 3-5, 10-12, 17-19, and 24-26)

RULES

✩ the obvious ones: your creation has to be about Jyn and Cassian, and since it's a smut themed month, it should be at least a little spicy!

✩ I'll be using the tag rcsmutmonth for organization. feel free to tag your creations with it too so we can all find each other's works!

✩ no sign-ups required, anyone can participate. if you see a prompt you like, and you want to make something for it, go ahead!

✩ any type of fanwork is welcome! fanfic, fanart, gifset, graphics, rec lists... you name it.

✩ I provided nine prompts for each weekend as inspiration, but don't feel constricted if you don't like them. the point of this event is to encourage more smutty content for our beloved ship, so if you have other ideas in mind, go for it! as for the prompts, use as many as you like and mix them up if you want to.

✩ generally, I encourage you guys to post on the weekend, but don't feel bad if you can't get it done on time. this is a low-commitment, low-pressure event. we're all busy irl so if you're lagging a little behind, post it anyway! we'll be happy to see it whenever it's ready <3

✩ tag appropriately! if triggers or kinks appear in your work, don't forget to list them.

✩ any other questions, thoughts, ideas? let me know! this is my first time organizing such an event, so I'm sure I'm forgetting something

PROMPTS UNDER THE CUT

✩ May 3-5

last night on earth sex ┃ distraction ┃ "Touch me already."

sex pollen ┃ aphrodisiac ┃ "Tell me how much you want me."

"we're alive" sex ┃ birthday ┃ "I want you to take whatever you need from me."

✩ May 10-12

wet dream ┃ forbidden┃ "Want me to stop?" "Don't you dare."

hate/angry sex ┃ favor ┃ "We can wait if you want-" "We've waited long enough."

praise kink ┃ possessive ┃ "Tell me I'm the one. Tell me there's no one else."

✩ May 17-19

orgasm denial ┃ strip ┃ "Do I need to tie you up?"

snowed in ┃ undercover ┃ "Convince me this is real."

under the stars ┃ uniform ┃ "Say my name. I want to hear you say it."

✩ May 24-26

make-up sex ┃ elevator ┃ "I can’t get off unless I’m thinking about you."

accidental voyeurism ┃ sparring ┃ "Think we'll get caught?"

reunion sex ┃ honeymoon ┃ "On your knees, Captain/Sergeant."

#A WHOLE MONTH #we've been blessed #I shall publish something from the wips!! #rebelcaptain #screaming #sweating profusely

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JYN ERSO in STAR WARS: UNLIMITED

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Rogue One: A Star Wars Story dir. Gareth Edwards | 2016

#rogue one

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Golden Globe winner Ayo Edebiri

#ayo edebiri

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DEAR FANFICTION WRITERS

Thanks for existing

#hell yeah

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THE PRINCESS DIARIES (2001) dir. Garry Marshall

#the princess diaries

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It's You That I Hold On To - a rebelcaptain secret santa fic

hello @rebelrainfall! it is i, your rebelcaptain secret santa! i hope you are having a lovely, restful holiday, and that you enjoy this silly little fic i wrote for you! <3 also tagging @therebelcaptainnetwork

PREVIEW

“Hey,” Cassian greets a bit breathlessly as he breezes past her to deposit his shopping on the little tiled counter. Normally, Jyn might tease him, because she can tell he came home with more than just the groceries— one of the bags is topped with what looks like assorted droid parts of some kind and this is certainly not the first time this has happened (turns out Cassian Andor, hero of Scarif and ruthless intelligence officer, is something of a pack-womprat). But she can’t seem to bring herself to open her mouth, to even greet him back, to do much at all except stand in the middle of the kitchen and try to take it all in.

“Cassian, you’re dripping all over the floor,” Kay scolds, placing his own packages and parcels on the living room table.

“I know, I know,” Cassian sighs, “and so are you, I might point out.” He turns to her, leaning in to give her a kiss on the cheek before stopping short. His dark eyes narrow, look her over in concern. “Jyn?”

She shakes her head, dismissive, and she feels maybe just a bit foolish that her eyes are burning. That such a normal scene should affect her so much. But Cassian knows, doesn’t need her to spell it out, thank Force, because he understands. She knows he does— she’s caught the way he looks at her sometimes— like she is a mirage that he cannot bear to lose sight of.

So he simply steps forward and hugs her and even damp and chilled with rain, he feels so warm. Safe.

She relaxes into his arms, everything melting into a warm slag at the bottom of her belly as she breathes him in— smelling of silt and stormcloud.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs.

“It’s okay,” she repeats, muffled against his neck.

read it on ao3!

#rebelcaptain fanfic rec #rcss 2023

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Merry Christmas to all who celebrate! I hope everyone has a good day regardless of what form that takes. And if you don’t have a good day, I’m sending you lots of hugs and well wishes. This time of year is hard, so take a break and give yourself a little treat.

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜 to everyone

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OTP means... [insp]

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