subhux:

Just for the record, the fact that we know hux is a virgin now doesn’t mean you have to acknowledge that in any way.

Something that I found weird when I first joined this fandom (and this isn’t shade, I love you guys) was how heavily it relies on canon.

Like I joined at the very end of December. Pretty much the second I walked out of the cinema and the first thing I saw when I entered the tag was people acting relieved that they could still keep writing Kylux because Hux wasn’t dead. As if Hux’s death would have somehow altered the fandom ability to continue. That was very bizarre to me and it seems to be a recurring theme.

And I don’t think this is something that needs to be said to the majority but just, if you’re feeling shitty and like suddenly your fics or headcanons where Hux is a fuckin huge cockslut are now invalid or if you feel like you now have to write Hux as a virgin – fuck that! They’re not and you don’t. You totally don’t and it honestly doesn’t fuckin matter in the slightest. Don’t feel bad my bitches.

Just remember canon is a nice little starting point when it comes to first entering a fandom but it’s never going to be anywhere near is good or relatable or entertaining as something the kylux fandom can produce. You’re brillint, sw doesn’t matter, hux can ride dick if you want him to ride dick and if that doesn’t bother you, well virgin hux is sure to inspire a new boom of content so everything is fucking peachy

This has been a pep talk from your lesbian older sister who’s drinking gin at half one in the afternoon while reading a murder mag and thinking about deflowering

saltandrockets:

saltandrockets:

saltandrockets:

slutty virgin Hux who coasted through the academy and the early years of his career on the unspoken promise of sexual favors that he always weaseled out of performing

slutty virgin Hux letting an older, brawnier cadet watch him shower and change in the communal refresher

they never touch

none of the other cadets – the ones who despise him – touch him either

slutty virgin Hux sharing a meal with a superior officer, one of the tedious leftover Imps, to discuss his career

he listens raptly to war stories, pretends to be a little drunk, shows his pale delicate wrist while reaching for a glass

he makes captain that year