“— You ... You Remember Me ??” He May Not Have Been The Lando Finn

                    books of all kinds had always been a comfort. a SANCTUARY with the world being as it was. even nonfiction novels were able to lighten spirits. luna was a frequent customer to the shop, whether they were there for  h o u r s  reading about how saolas live out in the wild or just there to quickly pick something up. lips pursed as they took a moment to answer ( honestly asking themselves that same question ). “yes, actually. what’s your favorite book ?? i think it can tell a lot about a person, don’t you ?? plus i’d love something maybe new.”

                Rue’s  days  were  usually  spent  in  her  little  shop,  tucked  away  in  the  corner  of  town.  She  did  good  business,  but  the  majority  of  her  day  was  spent  behind  the  counter  reading,  or  restocking  the  shelves.  Currently,  she  was  doing  the  former,  until  she  heard  the  little  bell  over  the  door  ring,  signaling  that  someone  had  entered  the  shop.  Putting  a  bookmark  in  her  book,  she  stood.  “  Can  I  help  you  find  anything?  ”

impcrishable​  /  leia organa * !!

How odd that sounded. General. Her father told her all about the great Jedi generals but never once considered herself even close to one. At least not now. She’d dreamed of it, but only when absolutely necessary. Things were peaceful… well… at least until now they were. Leia was prepared to be Mayor Organa, somehow holding the title of Princess amongst her people. “General?” she asked with a frown, “That’s Princess or Your Highness to you…” 

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                    the system that he found himself on was only getting worse && finn had a feeling he’d be trying to understand how all this was happening for quite a while. nonetheless, it’d be a lie to say finn wasn’t relieved to see leia — even if he didn’t understand how it was possible. people believed in leia ; they had figured out to get of situations just as bad as this one, right ?? “sorry, gen— princess.” how much did she know ?? “i didn’t mean any disrespect. it’s just — you’re one of the LAST people i ever expected to see.”

                    to mike, this was like PROM, but even better. some might say he was stuck in high school — wanting to relive the glory days && go back to much simpler times. but honestly, what the hell was wrong with that ?? unlike many, he could only assume, he loved those days. as an athlete he got along alright, more than alright to be perfectly honest. so, mike already was having a good time, drink in hand as he wandered the place when amelia spoke to him. an easy, dimpled grin met her own, nodding enthusiastically as peered around the venue once again. “hell yeah. can’t complain — food, music — it’s all fucking perfect.” only then did he catch onto her words. “wait — you’re tellin’ me you did all this ??” raven brows arched, impressed as smirk widened. “well shit. you deserve at least one drink or something. CELEBRATE a little.”

Amelia had been working events for a long time at this point. Even for being twenty-four, she had more experience than a lot of the people she met during her internship. She probably could’ve done something great there, but her family was more important to her. Her sister was just finishing high school and her mother needed help, even if she wouldn’t come out and say it. Nice thing about Ivywood, they sometimes threw decent events and she got to help. Amelia told everyone she would meet them there, knowing she would have some work to do before the event started. As she finished getting ready, Amelia slowly moved down the stairs, eyes moving over the event happening below. It was okay for her to have fun and to forget about everything going on for a little while, plus she was in love with her dress and excited to get to wear it. Spotting someone, she smiled before speaking. “Are you enjoying the gala so far? I honestly think it turned out pretty great, but I might be a little biased.” 

                    while never having a top score on any game, beverly liked to think she was rather decent at a few arcade games. or well, at least she once was. she tended to stick to the classics, like pac-man or frogger. having just turned some cash into game tokens, bev had yet to notice the party until she got a bit closer. at the other’s words beverly chuckled lightly as she turned from the group to ginny. she quite liked, though was always a bit weary of the idea of ever having her own. she wouldn’t want to fuck them up. “i can see that. but no. just came here in attempts to get a TOP SCORE. though, maybe i should wait. with them around they’re bound to kick my ass && that’d then just be embarrassing,” bev quipped.

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tendrils of red hair were falling from her ponytail as she made another pass through the party room. if only she could use magic. then maybe she wouldn’t be so overwhelmed with the constant requests from a group of eight-year-old muggle children and their equally demanding parents. she’d just taken out more napkins and paper plates when she noticed someone loitering by the front door. she signaled to them she’d be just a second as she set down the items and hurried over, grateful to be away from the deafening laughter and screams even if briefly. “ hey, sorry about that. things are a little chaotic at the moment. are you here for the birthday party? ” she asked, pushing the stray hairs behind her ear.

grxngerdanger​  /  hermione granger * !!

“When did you get here, Luna?” Hermione asked genuinely. It seemed like their whole community was turning up and it had been quite the sight. But having Luna here felt like maybe things were normal again. Now the other’s just needed to show up. “Oh this? Thanks, I wore it for someone but I don’t know if it will end up panning out the way I’d hoped. We’ll have to see how things work out with him through the night.” She said and her smile got a little bigger as she moved her focus onto Luna more. “But you look amazing! I love that you are always just yourself. It’s such a nice relief to see you here in all of this chaos. But I know what you mean about it being home.” Hermione said with a nod. “Now if only everyone else could show up, right?”

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                    "about a month or two, give or take. you ??” truthfully the timing of it all was a bit  h a z y . sometimes it felt like she’d been here for years && other times like she just go here. but that’s how time worked right ?? years that, while in them, felt like they’d never end happened so quickly when looking back. at hermione’s words gaze turned genuinely a bit upset at her disappointment. “well if it means anything, they’re foolish to not appreciate it or you if that’s the case. && not to overstep — but i’d say always dress for yourself. you’ll look just as radiant, i promise.” they muttered off, though meant it. “being oneself always attracts the right people.” eventually, even if few && far between in some cases. luna’s smile warmed all the more at the compliment. “it would be nice to have a little reunion, wouldn’t it ?? it feels like it’s been forever. i couldn’t even tell you the last time we were all in one space.”

edgcofgreat​  /  alec lightwood * !!

               “  Yeah,  tell  me  about  it.  ”  Alec  shook  his  head,  throwing  the  napkin  back  onto  the  table  in  frustration.  “  Damn  it.  I  liked  this  one,  too.  ”  He  muttered.  He  didn’t  know  when  he  got  so  into  fashion,  it  almost  just  happened  one  day.  Still,  he  certainly  wasn’t  complaining.  He  knew  he  was  a  handsome  guy,  might  as  well  draw  some  attention  to  it.  “  In  my  opinion,  there’s  nothing  wrong  with  a  fruity  drink  every  once  in  a  while.  I  just  prefer  them  in  a  glass,  not  on  my  clothes.  ”

                    “well, guess you’ll just have to spill more drinks on it. that way you can say it was all part of the design. you can buy shirts with purposeful HOLES now, after all.” seemed to johanna something that people in the capitol might once have liked. frivolous, ridiculous things to ‘ make a statement. ’ but to her, the only statement it made was how disgusting they truly could be. “perhaps. though if you can’t taste the alcohol, is there even a point ??” 

edgcofgreat​  /  ben hanscom * !!

               Ben  couldn’t  help  the  blush  that  crept  onto  his  cheeks.  Jesus,  he  was  a  grown  man,  why  was  he  acting  like  this?  Because  it’s  Bev,  that’s  why.  “  If  it  makes  you  feel  any  better,  I’m  sure  you’re  a  more  tolerable  drunk  than  I  am.  ”  He  got  giggly  when  he  drank,  and  even  though  he  knew  that  Bev  had  seen  him  like  that  before,  something  about  her  seeing  him  like  that  still  made  him  nervous.  “  Well,  something  tells  me  that  this  isn’t  exactly  the  occasion  to  order  a  beer.  ”  He  chuckled  softly,  looking  toward  the  bar  and  shaking  his  head.  He'd  been  in  enough  formal  occasions  to  know  that.  “  Which  is  exactly  why  I’ve  learned  to  appreciate  a  good  whiskey.  ”

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                    "oh, i don’t know about that ben hanscom ; i can’t see you ever being even remotely intolerable.” how bev behaved while intoxicated depended much on the drink of choice && what happened that night, ranging from the silent overly-emotional type to the happy, affectionate type. ever unpredictable as always. the thought came to her without many other clues, but it felt right. she’d get a clue as to why later that evening. “— you could probably be drunk && still design the prettiest of buildings. architect, right ??” bev mused, only to soon chuckle along with him. “damn, just what i was about to order.” she jested, ordering her usual vodka && mixer — this time cranberry juice. “well, cheers. to you being fancy && us being tolerable drunks.”

I enjoyed the meetings, too. It was like having f r i e n d s.

{ scott eastwood, cis man, he/him } i’m sure you’ve seen ( ethan jackson ) around ivywood.  he is ( thirty-four ) years old and is a ( hiking guide ).  i’ve heard a rumor that he is a huge fan of ( nature documentaries, comedies, & 80s films ) and have a tendency to be ( compassionate & observant ) and ( apprehensive & malleable )

BASICS

name: ethan jackson nicknames: tba age: 34 astrological sign: i’m still debating on which one he is but i’ll add that here when i do bless hometown: london, england height: 5′ 11″ occupation: hiking guide gender  /  pronouns: cis man  /   he/him orientation: bisexual

INFO

{ tw: abandonment, suicide, trauma, general family issues }

ethan, the fifth out of ten, literally && metaphorically knew what it was like to be in the middle, to be quite average. growing up he tended to just get by. he was one to do what he was told && wouldn’t make too much of a fuss ; anytime a group of children are around it’s always a bit loud, even when there were just five of them, let alone ten. ethan wanted to bring even the smallest bit of peace that he could. ethan was always more of one to speak up when asked, though whenever outside or when watching a comedy or movie with animals in it oddly enough one couldn’t ever get him to shut up. 

as expected when surrounded by music he grew up loving it, a fan of 70s && 80s rock. ethan also had a soft spot for the piano. when taking one-on-one lessons he was fine, but at his first piano recital he got up on stage && froze, massive stage fright. ethan ran off without playing a single note. despite how long ago it was he still holds shame for it ( a disappointment, not knowing what he was good at, if anything ) && truthfully it made him thankful to be in the shadows, only made him thrive in it a bit more. even now despite how close the siblings are he hardly ever plays && if so it’s only when a few are around.

while perhaps not fully unexpected it still hurt when their mother left. ethan tried to remain rather stoic about it, though there was always a part of him that held onto a bit of hope that things would work out in the end. he preferred to see the good in people, even when it may be difficult to find. on the bad nights he’d pitch up a tent && hope for comfort. after that though he tried to cut off his thoughts, his feelings from it all ; didn’t want to overthink it. he behaved similarly after their father committed suicide. but this time even the thin fabric felt suffocating. thankfully counting stars was easier than counting sheep, made it feel like the world was bigger than all their issues — or so he told himself. as usual, after the funeral he tried to not think about it for very long at any given time.

the family moved to the states to focus on their american label. it was then that he found his love for thru-hiking. when his legs ached after a 24 mile or more day it was near impossible to ponder over much else. after graduating high school he skipped college && focused on the long list of trails he wished to see. in between long hikes he worked random jobs, mostly construction. while the jackson’s were well off he felt guilty using their parents’ money, whether that’s simply because he’s stubborn or angry he’d rather not delve into figuring out.

ethan managed to see a lot of the world on his feet, though no matter what his family always brought him back home from one couch to another. april was coming up, && despite how much easier it’d be to stay out on the trails he decided to come back home to be with the family, especially during a difficult anniversary. thus he decided to take a bit of a break && give himself more roots in ivywood, settling into a quaint townhouse of his own near his siblings. though, more often than not you’ll find him somewhere in nature.