#slagginbitch

[slagginbitch]

I do have a bluesky btw! i post a little about the books i'm reading this year (it needs updating) & if/when i do art or fic i'll be posting about it over there. if you follow i'll probably follow back, i miss having a community and i'm not picky 💘

Here's the link:

#jess socials

[suzie-guru]

slagginbitch replied to your post: Self-isolation has come to me singing ironic power...

IT IS GLORIOUS !!!!!!

i can’t sing at all and i keep trying to tell myself to sing along to songs more often because i know it boosts serotonin

THEN I WILL SING TO KEEP YOUR SPIRITS UP! I SHALL BE YOUR ANGEL OF MUSIC! 

For real, I’m in the same boat. I already sing to myself all the time, but now I’ve been a non stop musical because one, I’m by myself a LOT more, and two, it’s just what I do to keep my spirits up. 

For reals, if anybody has a request, I’ll give it a go! 

#slagginbitch

[skywailer]

To See Worlds in the Grains of Stars P.2 (a multi-universe compilation)

In a world of callousness and disparity, Rey joins a gang of misfits like herself whose worth can only ever come from the scraps of others.  An impulsive steal catapults Rey and The Resistance into a gang war with The Order, and the ghost assassin whose car she’s stolen.  As if that wasn’t enough to ruin a girl’s night, another reckless choice leads her to Ben; a man who at first seems to encapsulate everything she hates about this world.  Only, he turns out to be something of another world entirely. 

a one-shot E-rated reylo futuristic gang AU, Deathmark’d Love

find the other worlds here.

#reyloedit #reylo fanfiction #userstark #usertay #reyysben #reylocalligraphy #slagginbitch #userjess #userbrenda #reylo;gif #reylo;tsw #500 years later and i have a fanfic update in time for that vanity fair hotness #and 500 years later the fanfic is at 53 pages lol what is a one-shot #halp

[fernandabarrera]

This weapon is your life.

#sabezra #star wars rebels #strwrsdaily #sw animated #starwarssource #swedit #sw edit #sw gifs #sw rebels #swredit #sabine wren #ezra bridger #sabezraedit #sabinewrenedit #ezrabridgeredit #slagginbitch

[reyysben]

@slagginbitch replied to your post “5 things tag game”

extra salt packets from the mOVIE THEATER SDFJAHKGGJFKDSA OF COURSE. also I wanna see your worry stone!!

asjkdfhJKLHJKHASDF D: listen... those extra salt packets have come in handy... MORE than once... 🐛

#slagginbitch #replies #🍿🍿🍿

[hyperphonic]

prompt! post-TLJ Reylo + dream-sharing about alternate universes where they are together and things are perfect.

ad infinitum// ao3

The first time it happens Rey thinks that it’s nothing more than one of her usual dreams of Jakku. The desert planet haunts her, more so than ever before after Crait. Most nights, when she lies back in the threadbare bunks that line the Falcon’s crew quarters it’s like she never left. In her dreams, the AT-AT is always the same: a little drafty, sandy in the corners where eddying gusts swirl in along with her at the end of the day. Her flowers still bloom, well trimmed and thriving among the collection of tools she’d worn down past the point of usefulness.

This time though, there are little incongruities that send her heart racing. A collection of blasters hung neatly against one wall, her staff in the corner (though much more weathered than it was now), neat rows of tally marks spilling over onto the wall beside them. It is still her home, undeniably so, but it feels like a home much more lived in then her AT-AT had been when she’d hurtled past atmo on the Falcon. Rey doesn’t know how long she spends picking through the familiar abode; only that when the knock comes (alarmingly close to her head) she jumps higher than a startled Vulptex.

Rey’s halfway across the AT-AT in a quest to wrap her hands around the familiar weight of her staff when a painfully familiar voice ricochets off the durasteel like blasterfire and stops her dead in her tracks.

“Unkar Plutt sent me.” Rey thinks that this must be a nightmare, then.

“I’m here to talk about the light freighter you scavenged three standard months ago.”

By the time Rey’s yanking open the side hatch of her AT-AT, she can feel an anxious sweat across her chest, and just knows her hair has started to curl at the sides like it always did under Jakku’s sun.

“I don’t have a light fr-” The quip dies in her mouth the second Rey registers the sight across from her. Ben solo stands with one hand on his hip and the other on a blaster strapped to his thigh. Swallowing thickly, she tears her eyes away from his tight leather pants and tries (honest she does) to focus on his face only to falter again when a breeze kicks up, and the open neck of Ben’s white shirt flutters.

“You don’t have a light freighter?” He drawls, and Rey struggles to think past the smirk on his lips.

“Then do tell what that is.” Scrambling fully out of the AT-AT, Rey whips around to follow the nod of his chin and wonders where her subconscious got it’s wicked streak.

“Well.” She inhales slowly, staring incredulously at the Millennium Falcon where it’s parked between two dunes just a few paces behind her home. “I guess it’s a light freighter.”

Rey wakes with a start. Wakes to the hum of sublight engines and a sense of loss so profound that it sends her nearly retching over the side of her bunk. Around her the Force wails like a haboob against durasteel, and Rey wonders if maybe she’s starting to lose her mind.

It happens the next night too, though this time there’s no sand beneath Rey’s fingernails when she slips into the dream state. Instead, there’s a deep navy silk pressed against her cheek, and the unmistakable feeling of lips against her throat. Even with her eyes closed Rey knows who it is she shares a bed with and so, when Ben Solo’s soft baritone breaks the silence, she only smiles in response.

“Madame Jedi.” The title sends Rey’s eyes snapping open, and the sight that greets her knocks the breath out of her lungs with all the force of an elbow to the gut.

Ben is spread out atop the sheets beside her, but he is Ben as she’s never seen him before: well rested, a little softer at the edges, and sporting the same golden earrings his mother wore. Rey sucks in a shaky breath of perfumed air only to push it back out of her mouth in a soft puff when Ben’s lips find the shell of her ear.

“We have to be at the Senate in an hour and a half.” His breath is hotter than Jakku’s sun had even been when it hits her skin, sending her toes curling into the expensive sheets in response. The soft sound of silk shifting fills her ears as Ben adjusts their positions so that his weight comes to fall in the cradle of her hips, and as if he’d hit the ignition switch of her lightsaber the air is suddenly electric. Rey brings her hands up to thread though his hair (just as dark but only half as long as it had been in the throne room) and tugs him down to brush her lips against his own in a kiss as soft as the silk beneath them. Ben’s reaction is instant; a surge in the Force like the tallest wave to batter Ahch-to’s shore, and a groan as his hips snap up against hers.

“It only takes twenty minutes for me to get into my Senatorial robes.” He mumbles against her lips, pausing only to grind his erection into the stretch of skin between her thigh and hip with a trembling exhale. Rey grins up at him, studies the way his ears have flushed pink (with arousal or nerves she doesn’t know which), and licks her lower lip slowly before pulling him down for a searing kiss.

Rey hurdles into consciousness with the taste of Ben’s mouth on her tongue and the fabric of her standard issue underwear drenched. The Falcon’s sublight engines hum indifferently, and it’s with shaky fingers that Rey dips past her waistband (parsecs and parsecs away, a wild eyed Ben Solo does the same).

#reylo #slagginbitch #i thought about drawing this out more #but it didn't want to #maybe i'll revisit it later! #my writing

[warlock-enthusiast]

slagginbitch replied to your post “Solas sounds super tired and exhausted, though. Wonder what condition...”

Those were his lines from the end of Trespasser, right?

YES! But his arrogance and pride are gone for once o-o

#slagginbitch #dragon age for ts

[bisexualreyofjakku]

I'd love me some more awkward Ben! What about Ben as an author (pen name Kylo Ren) + finding out the girl he has been crushing on likes his book.

listen okay ben solo is my awkward son who’s very bad at expressing his feelings and his self esteem isn’t great and i love him, okay. (also rey knows what she wants and, fuck, if she isn’t going to get it.) (in both senses of get it.) (okay i’m done.)

the first time he meets rey is at his mother’s chanukah party. she isn’t jewish, at least, not that she’s aware of, and she certainly wasn’t raised that way, and ben can tell she’s a little uncomfortable because she doesn’t want to do the wrong thing, but she’s very pretty and very funny and very nice. he doesn’t think about her much, though. or at least that’s what he tells himself.

but of course, his mother keeps hosting parties and events (new year’s, purim, the passover seder) and he keeps running into her– even outside of his mother’s sphere of influence. they have mutual friends and they live in the same general area of the city, so it makes sense. it makes sense that he sees her at his favorite coffee shop, restaurant, bodega around the corner.

what doesn’t make sense is the way he starts to feel every time he sees her smile, with the dimples, and when she talks, with her accent, and his stomach warms and flutters.

and eventually, he has to admit it to himself: he, ben solo, successful author, aged thirty, has a fucking crush. on a twenty-one-year-old girl.

great.

he’s never been good at talking to her, but there seems to be an inverse relationship between his awareness of feelings for her and ability to talk to her. which is also great, thanks for asking.

thankfully, rey doesn’t seem to hate him, which is really about all he can ask for. she still says hi whenever she sees him and smiles her stupid sunshine smile that definitely doesn’t make ben’s chest feel warm.

“oh, hey!” she says one day at the laundromat. he has a washer and dryer in his apartment, so he’s not really sure what he’s doing there. (definitely not hoping to run into rey, because that would probably be creepy and weird.) “how are you, ben?”

“good,” he says, clearing his throat and hoping he isn’t blushing too obviously. “how... uh, how are you?”

“i’m great! actually, i’m right in the middle of this amazing book. have you heard of kylo ren?”

oh, there is no chance in hell he isn’t redder than the open sign of the laundromat. “uh, you-- you could say that.”

“well, finn bought me his newest book because finn is an angel.” and, he reminds himself, her brother for all intents and purposes, and poe’s boyfriend, anyway. (and maybe rose’s boyfriend too; he’s not about to ask how that works.) “i think he’s my favorite author, honestly,” she tells him, still smiling even as she’s switching her clothes from the washer to the dryer.

“um,” he clears his throat. “um...”

“but you work in the publishing business, right?” which was not strictly true, but he preferred anonymity. very few people knew kylo ren’s real name.

ben does his best not to betray how pleased he is that she’s remembered anything about him, even if it’s not strictly true. “yeah.”

“do you know him?”

“you-- you could say that.” and between the way she’s looking at him and her intelligence and his inability to lie, especially to her, he knows his secret’s going to be out anyway, so he says, “actually, can you keep a secret?”

her eyes are sparkling and soft when she looks at him, and they dry his mouth. “for you, ben? of course,” she says, and oh holy shit, his heart is beating faster than it ever has before, he’d swear it.

“kylo ren is, um, my pen name, actually.”

“really?” rey says, and she looks interested, and amused, but not very surprised. she shrugs in response to his questioning look. “i don’t know, i kind of wondered. there were a few things your mom said, or you did, but really, he just... sounds like you.”

oh. okay. that’s fine. it’s fine, shut up!

rey is standing very close to him, he realizes suddenly. or maybe he’s standing very close to her. he’s not really sure. it doesn’t matter so much when she rises on her tiptoes and presses her lips to his cheek. then she pauses, and she presses her lips to his lips.

holy shit, she’s kissing him.

holy shit, he needs to kiss her back.

it’s soft and sweet and chaste, so it isn’t long before rey pulls back and says, “you want to get coffee sometime?”

“like right now?” ben blurts, and he curses his mouth for betraying his eagerness.

but rey dimples, and his chest is all warm and his stomach is fluttery again, and she says, “right now is perfect.”

#they're all jewish thanks for asking #i don't make the rules¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #finn and poe and rose tease her #about having a crush on ben and kylo and what if you had to choose between them? #so this is the greatest day of both their lives #until they you know get married and have babies bc that's definitely a thing #slagginbitch #rey #ben #mine: fic #reylo

[shmisolo]

@slagginbitch replied to your post “omg i loved your fic #kylothekiller, its so cute and amazing!!! I hope...”

�� would you... possibly... �� post abt your headcanons?? kylo the killer is one of my faves fics everrrr.

Someone asked about this a few days ago on AO3 and here’s what I’ve got so far.  Super undeveloped, which is part of why they won’t end up in a fic.  But that’s what I got!

#slagginbitch #re: fic

[slagginbitch]

image ID: a screenshot from the activity panel, of OP's own icon and username. It reads: slagginbitch, slagginbitch, and 9 others. boops for your boop laundering scheme.

[suzie-guru]

slagginbitch replied to your video: So…I saw CATS.

also i literally thought I was scrolling by a video of Florence Welch

BABY DOLL

#slagginbitch #you're so FLATTERING and KIND darling thank you bunches

[skywailer]

@slagginbitch replied to your post “opinion poll here: if a pre-school teacher left toddlers unsupervised...”

how many kids is she supposed to be watching?

she was supposed to be watching them before classes in the morning, so it was around 7 kids at the time including two toddlers.  Another time she closed the door and left like 5 babies alone during naptime, two of which were awake.  I get that it’s difficult to find language teachers willing to come to freaking Eastern Europe but come. on.

#slagginbitch #p;about #text

[fernandabarrera]

The Clone Wars season 5 episode 20- “The Wrong Jedi”.

#the clone wars #star wars #tcw #clone wars saved #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #ahsokaedit #anakinskywalkeredit #swedit #tcwedit #animated club made me do it #slagginbitch #snowywarriors #tarrkin #swanimated

[reyysben]

IT HAS COME TO MY ATTENTION THAT THIS WASN’T ON MY BLOG ALREADY

#chewbaccabrit #spaceamazon #slagginbitch #reygrets #tagging jess and maddy because you've both steadily quoted this over time :'') amazing #discord shenanigans #brit tag #I will never not be screaming over this #asdhfkjhlJHSJHDLFSDF #oh emma <3333 #oh eff

[kyloren]

@slagginbitch replied to your post “Stop posting fucking Star Wars that’s so childishly.”

and in that moment i swear we were all 12 year old boys ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I mean,,,,,if the Air Jordan fits.

#slagginbitch #*

[bisexualreyofjakku]

prompt: “Didn’t you read the sign?”

“do you have any recommendations?” ben asks his (very, very cute) waitress– rey, the nametag says.

“didn’t you read the sign?” she laughs. “’the worst meatball sandwich ever, according to some guy on yelp’.”

“maybe i shouldn’t get that one, then,” he says.

“i actually really like the reuben,” she says. “and according to some of my classmates, the coffee is ‘an experience words are unable to convey’.”

“i think that was on the sign, too.”

“oh, so you did read it?” she smiles. she has dimples, ben notes. very cute dimples, in keeping with the theme of her.

he looks back down at the menu and says, rather awkwardly, “yeah. so, um, i’ll get the reuben?”

“okay,” she says. it’s not very long before she comes back with his sandwich, sets it down in front of him, and says, “enjoy your meal,” smiling at him again, brighter than the fucking sun.

“thanks, you too,” ben says and he waits until her back is turned before groaning and dropping his face into his hands. he is officially a fucking idiot.

fortunately, she seems to not hate him for that, though privately, he thinks she must be laughing at him for it. he’s such an idiot. he finishes eating and pays, and when she comes back with the receipt, she hands him another scrap of paper with a string of numbers scrawled across it in neat, cramped writing.

“um,” he says dumbly. “the sign…” he trails off.

suddenly, rey looks almost shy. “i know, ‘she’s only flirting with you for a good tip.’ maz very much believes that, and she wants creeps to stop hitting on her employees besides, but… if you want to get coffee sometime…”

“uh, yeah, sure!” ben says, and closes his eyes, pained by his own awkwardness as usual. “do you want… do you want to get my number, too?”

“yeah.” rey smiles again, the sun breaking out from behind the clouds. they exchange numbers, and she says, “have a good day, ben.”

this time, he fucking nails it. “you too.”

#i have headcanons about this now #poe is back in the kitchen and rey asks him if he knows the guy #he's like 'yeah he's awkward but nice enough' #and rey's like 'so hypothetically if i asked him out' #and poe went 'ooh get it guuurl #so that's that! #also my poor son def has social anxiety but it's getting better #i love him #rey #ben #reylo #mine: fic #slagginbitch