Mar. 30th, 2017

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She looks so offended that I’d intrude on their love. Sorry bro! I’ll leave you alone to snuggle!
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bomberqueen17:

Farm Baby, 2, was eating a little potato at supper. As she gnawed on it, she sing-songed meditatively, “Eat your friend! And eat your foe.”
We asked her for clarification and she tilted her head, smiled, and repeated it, clearly. “Eat your friend. And eat your foe.”

Another one from the archives, this time from July.

What a tiny creep. I love her. 
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Pushing the button on the next Lost Kings update. PSA: if you’ve not read the rest of the series, I think this one stands alone anyway because I used an outsider POV! 

I am extremely excited because I get to use my Cassian Andor: Murder Muffin hashtag.

The Hard Sell: 

“This is a goddamn nightmare,” Cassian said a little while later. Even with K2’s sensor to pinpoint Dameron’s tracker, Cassian hadn’t been able to see or hear him. He was like a ghost. He’d gone within six meters of their hiding spot, in between the refreshes on the sensor’s sweeps for the tracker, and neither of them had seen or heard him.

But there had been a trail of scuffs in the dirt, and one clear bare footprint in a softer patch of mud, to attest to the kid’s passage, right where the tracker had shown he’d been.

“I thought you said he’d been a cargo loader his whole life,” K2 said, as the two of them contemplated the footprint.

One consolation: a plant from the Empire designed to lure Cassian wouldn’t have bare feet.

“Molo didn’t even raise him,” Cassian said. “I don’t know where he fucking learned this.” But he did; Molo had told him, Lita had been a guerrilla with him when they were young, before the Empire. They’d all grown up like this. 

“There goes the plan to just assassinate him at a distance, I suppose,” K2 said.

“Stars, would you shut your fucking mouth?” Cassian hissed.

“Technically,” K2 began, and Cassian hissed wordlessly at him again. K2 gestured with his hands as if he were offended.

(it’s marked chapter 1 of 2 because chapter 2, coming up soon, is Baby Poe!)
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Bodhi Rook Week April 17 - April 23

To celebrate Bodhi Rook, the pilot, we are hosting a week long event in order to showcase our appreciation for him.

During this week, share your fanfic, art, meta, playlists, etc.!

We’ll be tracking the tag #bodhirookweek (as well as #bodhirookweek2k17 and #bodhiweek); make sure to put those tags within your first five tags, that way we can see them. You can also submit directly to our blog and we’ll post them for you. Have fun and show us all the cool things you have made! The rules for Bodhi Rook Week can be found here.

Each day will have a theme, which you can use to contribute!

April 17th: Bodhi + Rogue One crew bonding

April 18th: “Above his pay grade”

Riz Ahmed said that Bodhi “realises that he has to make choices and take risks that are way above his pay grade.” This includes showing bravery and defying expectations.

April 19th: Jedha

What was Jedha like? How was growing up and living in Jedha like for Bodhi? How does Bodhi mourn Jedha?

April 20th: Modern AU

April 21st: After Scarif AU

April 22nd: Family

April 23rd: Free Day

Have fun everyone! 
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Sometimes writing is like having an enormous lake in your head, and you want to get it out of your head and into a proper place for a lake so other people can come and go swimming and ride jet skis and stuff, except all you have to move the lake is a teaspoon. So you’re just sitting there frantically flinging water out of the lake with your teaspoon and telling people, “Guys, this lake is going to be so cool when it’s done,” but it will never be done. There is so much lake.

#this is…..so hashtag relatable #there is so much lake#and the more water you fling out of the lake the more water you realize is in the lake#the lake is so full of lake #it is so full of lake all the time#and then you look over to the left and realize—HOLY SHIT THERE IS ANOTHER LAKE#it is so blue and beautiful and wow you totally want to work on spooning THAT lake out of your head#but you haven’t even finished with the first lake#and so you’re just sort of sitting here on the muddy ground surrounded by small bathing pools#“these pools are so refreshing!” people say “I’d love to swim in your lake sometime!”#“SO WOULD I” you howl forlornly into the night clutching your teaspoon#about me

And sometimes you do manage to make a whole lake and you realize about halfway through that process– and the process took a long time because you started one lake and then had this great idea for a second lake and it’s only as you’re nearly done with the first lake and really deep in the second lake and you’ve started a third and fourth lake and your progress is slowing and you’re a little overwhelmed– it’s about that time that you realize that the more you spoon out of that fucking lake, the more goes into that fucking lake, and if you look around for advice on what to do everyone’s giving you helpful tips on starting a lake and you fucking know how to start a lake all right, your problem is that you have like four huge fucking lakes here and you can’t possibly finish them all and the water’s flowing faster now and you can’t control it very well, and a lot of your effort is going into making lakes that are so ambitious that they can’t be used until they’re completed, and sometimes people are mad because you say there’s a lake and why can’t they go to the lake but you didn’t make the steps part yet so nobody can get to this lake but you, and people are like, 

“I read this great article about how to start making a lake,” 

and you maybe scream.
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replied to your post

“self-improvement”

Duolingo was great when i first started because it was literally like, 5 min a day. But then u have to maintain ur progress and eventually it’s like 2-3 hours a day just to keep it all checked. Watching a show in Spanish is probably the way to go.

And I definitely need to practice speaking if I’m going to use it, I just went to the taco place and was too shy to let on that I could speak it at all, even though they’d probably think it was funny if I tried. Though, I mean, some amount of that is immutable; I had to rehearse what I wanted in English for a long time before I could nerve myself up to order, it was good the guy in front of me took forever.

Duolingo makes you do more the more you’ve done? IDK if I can handle that, I was figuring 5-10 min was a good habit to form, but I can’t really commit to more than that! Hmph.

tacos why u no look as good as u taste? food photography is hard.
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Farm Baby was really really really really two this weekend. It was An Experience. On two separate occasions when I was the nearest adult in the house and she made sounds of distress, I came to help her (one time, she was trying to put on a shirt, and had one sleeve inside-out; another time I think she was trying to connect a toy train and it wouldn’t go), and she started S C R E A M I N G that NO NO NO it couldn’t be ME it had to be MOMMY to help her, to the point that one of the times her mother came running in from outside because she genuinely thought the child had at least a broken limb. One time she was trying to put on her shoes and I asked if I could help, since she had the strap twisted, and she screamed NO and grabbed the shoes and RAN, and I said, I won’t, and walked away, and she kept running away through the house screaming. On all three occasions I just said okay and backed off, and it did nothing to lessen her distress. I’ve been trying to make a point of respecting her desires when they’re clearly stated and not something that’s going to put her in danger or destroy the house or both, because both her parents have also been trying to teach her that she’s allowed to have opinions sometimes, and she hasn’t grasped any of those distinctions at all.

Her main jam lately is running away. Just, grabbing whatever you’ve told her she can’t have, and bolting for the door, and just running outside and keeping on running until someone wrestles her down. Which is a Big Problem because the house is twenty feet from a 45-mph two-lane highway on a sharp curve, frequented mostly by enormous semi-trucks heavily laden with tons upon tons of gravel from a nearby mine. They’d cream her flat and straight-up never even notice. And she knows not to run into the road, but she’s two, she’s not that good at remembering stuff. 

(Edited to add: yeah, there’s various locks and fasteners and things on the doors, but she keeps learning how to unfasten them, and at this point she can just lunge straight through the gate in the fence they installed in the yard. It slowed her down for months, but she’s figured it out now.)

So just now I hid myself in the living room as her father very sternly and heartfelt-ly explained the concept of death to her, and also instated a rule that she doesn’t get to watch TV if she runs away like that.

Currently there’s some bloodcurdling screeching coming from the bathroom where she’s being given her bath, but I actually sort of think someone might be tickling her; that could be delight. It’s impossible to tell.

I really might need to indulge myself and write some Baby!Poe kidfic, because as the earlier post I reblogged pointed out, he really embodies the TURN DOWN FOR WHAT aesthetic, and him at two would be kind of fucking intolerable and it’d be a whole new way for me to torture Kes. 

*image of Shara sitting at a table across from some brand-new New Republic official, clutching a mug in both hands with a frozen-serene expression as Kes hollers something incomprehensible that includes the syllable “Poe” repeatedly in the other room*

*something crashes loudly with the distinct sound of shattering components* “So,” Shara says brightly. “You said you’re short on starfighter pilots? It turns out, you know, I think I can get away.”

more from the archives. i need to write this bit. i really do. 
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Pushing the button on the next Lost Kings update. PSA: if you’ve not read the rest of the series, I think this one stands alone anyway because I used an outsider POV! 

I am extremely excited because I get to use my Cassian Andor: Murder Muffin hashtag.

The Hard Sell: 

“This is a goddamn nightmare,” Cassian said a little while later. Even with K2’s sensor to pinpoint Dameron’s tracker, Cassian hadn’t been able to see or hear him. He was like a ghost. He’d gone within six meters of their hiding spot, in between the refreshes on the sensor’s sweeps for the tracker, and neither of them had seen or heard him.

But there had been a trail of scuffs in the dirt, and one clear bare footprint in a softer patch of mud, to attest to the kid’s passage, right where the tracker had shown he’d been.

“I thought you said he’d been a cargo loader his whole life,” K2 said, as the two of them contemplated the footprint.

One consolation: a plant from the Empire designed to lure Cassian wouldn’t have bare feet.

“Molo didn’t even raise him,” Cassian said. “I don’t know where he fucking learned this.” But he did; Molo had told him, Lita had been a guerrilla with him when they were young, before the Empire. They’d all grown up like this. 

“There goes the plan to just assassinate him at a distance, I suppose,” K2 said.

“Stars, would you shut your fucking mouth?” Cassian hissed.

“Technically,” K2 began, and Cassian hissed wordlessly at him again. K2 gestured with his hands as if he were offended.

(it’s marked chapter 1 of 2 because chapter 2, coming up soon, is Baby Poe!)

eveningly reblogging, for an attempt

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