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May. 14th, 2016
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regarding your dude and the birthday date: AWWWWWWW <3333333
We’re super gross, everyone thinks so. We kind of re-did this date in April, we went to Toronto to see an exhibit about Ice Age Megafauna in the science museum up there, and then it snowed and we went and bought me exquisitely expensive shoes and had lunch in a lovely brew pub in the distillery district. In the SNOW WTF. Weird weather this year. That wasn’t for my birthday, though, that was just because it was a traveling exhibit about mammoths and that was the closest museum it was going to hit.
We don’t, like, hold hands and shit, but I feel like we do okay.
regarding your dude and the birthday date: AWWWWWWW <3333333
We’re super gross, everyone thinks so. We kind of re-did this date in April, we went to Toronto to see an exhibit about Ice Age Megafauna in the science museum up there, and then it snowed and we went and bought me exquisitely expensive shoes and had lunch in a lovely brew pub in the distillery district. In the SNOW WTF. Weird weather this year. That wasn’t for my birthday, though, that was just because it was a traveling exhibit about mammoths and that was the closest museum it was going to hit.
We don’t, like, hold hands and shit, but I feel like we do okay.
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I’m trying to be Responsible about the angst but what keeps happening is that I keep making it worse so I should probably stop.
I am glad the worldbuilding seems to work for people. Mostly worldbuilding is the entire reason I want to write stories anyway? Sometimes it’s very transparently wanting to be somewhere else– usually I don’t write things set in the current modern era so I can lavish a ton of attention on things like– what’s normal to eat for breakfast, how is it prepared without like, gas stoves and Revereware saucepans etc, who makes the clothes, out of what, what’s expensive and what’s easy to come by, how do people get around, where does the food come from, what do you do with leftovers?
some of that probably spills over when I write in modern settings. I have literally only ever written in modern Earth settings for fanfic. I wasn’t sure I knew how, before.
I am sort of guiltily indulging in worldbuilding in the SW universe without reading, like, any of the background material that already exists. I look a little bit, and like, okay it’s duracrete and transparisteel, but I basically just read a reblogged post and like one page on Wookieepedia, and then I’m just like I do what I want and the atmosphere is such that so far nobody’s given me any shit.
Then my secondary concern is banter. So as long as I get plenty of that, I’m thrilled. That’s all. I write because I want to go to a place and hang out with some people and make pretty boys cry.
characters who are suffering for good reasons but also put themselves through even more hell than is strictly necessary or sensible because they really truly think they should
You are going to love chapter 9, then. Well. I mean. A little. Love might not be the word.
I’m trying to be Responsible about the angst but what keeps happening is that I keep making it worse so I should probably stop.
I am glad the worldbuilding seems to work for people. Mostly worldbuilding is the entire reason I want to write stories anyway? Sometimes it’s very transparently wanting to be somewhere else– usually I don’t write things set in the current modern era so I can lavish a ton of attention on things like– what’s normal to eat for breakfast, how is it prepared without like, gas stoves and Revereware saucepans etc, who makes the clothes, out of what, what’s expensive and what’s easy to come by, how do people get around, where does the food come from, what do you do with leftovers?
some of that probably spills over when I write in modern settings. I have literally only ever written in modern Earth settings for fanfic. I wasn’t sure I knew how, before.
I am sort of guiltily indulging in worldbuilding in the SW universe without reading, like, any of the background material that already exists. I look a little bit, and like, okay it’s duracrete and transparisteel, but I basically just read a reblogged post and like one page on Wookieepedia, and then I’m just like I do what I want and the atmosphere is such that so far nobody’s given me any shit.
Then my secondary concern is banter. So as long as I get plenty of that, I’m thrilled. That’s all. I write because I want to go to a place and hang out with some people and make pretty boys cry.
characters who are suffering for good reasons but also put themselves through even more hell than is strictly necessary or sensible because they really truly think they should
You are going to love chapter 9, then. Well. I mean. A little. Love might not be the word.
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See that’s the thing it’s real hard to make people who’ve grown up using metric etc. understand. Standard is terrible in terms of using it for science, but conversationally it’s really useful.
I cannot for the life of me remember how tall I am in cm. 170? 180? But it’s so easy to keep track with feet, because four is short, five is normalish, six is tall. It’s a big enough increment that you know right off the bat about what to expect, and then the smaller increments are still big enough that it’s not a huge deal. Five seven? Five six? I’m five six and three-quarters and nobody’s gonna think it’s weird that I literally always just say five seven. And I know a double handful of people my “exact” height who are probably a couple centimeters off, but it’s close enough to be descriptive. Five seven. Tallish for a woman, but not notably so.
Pounds too– well, in Britain, I noticed, they measured in stone, which is even LESS scientific. Everyone wrote it down in kg like you’re supposed to, but discussed it in stone. Och she must’ve been sixteen stone! Everyone knew viscerally what that looked like. If you’re too specific, it just sounds like you know more than you do. Poor love she can’t be more than eight stone, she’s been so ill. It’s a measurement of fourteen pounds. That’s a significant amount of weight. (I was twelve stone seven at the time and thought I was like, unlivably enormous, so.)
I don’t have an issue with the distances or temperatures or whatever, it’s just that the standard measurements are human-sized and make it easier to conceptualize other humans in meaningful ways. An inch is a useful size; a cm is too small. A foot is a useful size; a meter is too big. You take your two hands and you hold them out in front of yourself and you say “about like that”, you’re probably measuring a foot or a foot and a half. I don’t know what that is in centimeters. Thirty to fifty? “Eh, it was about fifty centimeters long?” “It was like a foot, foot and a half?” Which sounds like a more normal thing to say?
That’s all. A lot of it is what you’re used to, but dang. Bring back cubits, that seems useful.
(Hands. That’s a measurement of four inches, used only in measuring horses’ heights. I’m a fan of the esoteric measurements.)
See that’s the thing it’s real hard to make people who’ve grown up using metric etc. understand. Standard is terrible in terms of using it for science, but conversationally it’s really useful.
I cannot for the life of me remember how tall I am in cm. 170? 180? But it’s so easy to keep track with feet, because four is short, five is normalish, six is tall. It’s a big enough increment that you know right off the bat about what to expect, and then the smaller increments are still big enough that it’s not a huge deal. Five seven? Five six? I’m five six and three-quarters and nobody’s gonna think it’s weird that I literally always just say five seven. And I know a double handful of people my “exact” height who are probably a couple centimeters off, but it’s close enough to be descriptive. Five seven. Tallish for a woman, but not notably so.
Pounds too– well, in Britain, I noticed, they measured in stone, which is even LESS scientific. Everyone wrote it down in kg like you’re supposed to, but discussed it in stone. Och she must’ve been sixteen stone! Everyone knew viscerally what that looked like. If you’re too specific, it just sounds like you know more than you do. Poor love she can’t be more than eight stone, she’s been so ill. It’s a measurement of fourteen pounds. That’s a significant amount of weight. (I was twelve stone seven at the time and thought I was like, unlivably enormous, so.)
I don’t have an issue with the distances or temperatures or whatever, it’s just that the standard measurements are human-sized and make it easier to conceptualize other humans in meaningful ways. An inch is a useful size; a cm is too small. A foot is a useful size; a meter is too big. You take your two hands and you hold them out in front of yourself and you say “about like that”, you’re probably measuring a foot or a foot and a half. I don’t know what that is in centimeters. Thirty to fifty? “Eh, it was about fifty centimeters long?” “It was like a foot, foot and a half?” Which sounds like a more normal thing to say?
That’s all. A lot of it is what you’re used to, but dang. Bring back cubits, that seems useful.
(Hands. That’s a measurement of four inches, used only in measuring horses’ heights. I’m a fan of the esoteric measurements.)
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Here is some random banter from chapter 9 that I cut because it was too long and also I couldn’t stop worrying about when Finn would get to wash his hands. Context: They are walking home from a victory party at which Finn gets tipsy for the first time in his life.
He had to pee. That managed to get a laugh out of Poe, who explained to him that in a place like this it was acceptable, especially after dark, to just pee in the bushes. “I’ll keep watch,” Poe said.
“Don’t leave,” Finn said, looking back hesitantly.
“I won’t,” Poe said. “I’ll be right here.”
“You’re not messing with me,” Finn said.
“I promise,” Poe said. “I’m not. I’ll be right here. I’ll talk the whole time. Hello, passers by, pay no attention to Finn peeing in the bushes like a normal person.”
“Shh,” Finn said, but he was laughing, so now he really had to pee. So he did, feeling weird about it the whole time. “I feel weird about this.”
“It’s really not weird,” Poe said.
“How do I wash my hands?” Finn asked in dismay, after he’d finished and put himself away again and was standing on the path staring at his hands in horror.
“Well,” Poe said, “you just wash them when you get a chance.”
“People do this all the time,” Finn said in horror, repeating something Poe had told him at the beginning of the conversation.
“Well,” Poe said.
“That means there are people all over this base all the time who have just peed and not washed their hands,” Finn said.
“And yet,” Poe said dryly, “life goes on and most of us have not yet died.”
“This is terrible,” Finn said.
Poe put his arm around Finn’s waist. “It’s really not,” he said, sounding really, really fond, and suddenly Arana’s prediction that sleeping with someone meant eventually losing them was at the forefront of Finn’s mind again.
Here is some random banter from chapter 9 that I cut because it was too long and also I couldn’t stop worrying about when Finn would get to wash his hands. Context: They are walking home from a victory party at which Finn gets tipsy for the first time in his life.
He had to pee. That managed to get a laugh out of Poe, who explained to him that in a place like this it was acceptable, especially after dark, to just pee in the bushes. “I’ll keep watch,” Poe said.
“Don’t leave,” Finn said, looking back hesitantly.
“I won’t,” Poe said. “I’ll be right here.”
“You’re not messing with me,” Finn said.
“I promise,” Poe said. “I’m not. I’ll be right here. I’ll talk the whole time. Hello, passers by, pay no attention to Finn peeing in the bushes like a normal person.”
“Shh,” Finn said, but he was laughing, so now he really had to pee. So he did, feeling weird about it the whole time. “I feel weird about this.”
“It’s really not weird,” Poe said.
“How do I wash my hands?” Finn asked in dismay, after he’d finished and put himself away again and was standing on the path staring at his hands in horror.
“Well,” Poe said, “you just wash them when you get a chance.”
“People do this all the time,” Finn said in horror, repeating something Poe had told him at the beginning of the conversation.
“Well,” Poe said.
“That means there are people all over this base all the time who have just peed and not washed their hands,” Finn said.
“And yet,” Poe said dryly, “life goes on and most of us have not yet died.”
“This is terrible,” Finn said.
Poe put his arm around Finn’s waist. “It’s really not,” he said, sounding really, really fond, and suddenly Arana’s prediction that sleeping with someone meant eventually losing them was at the forefront of Finn’s mind again.
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archaeologicalnews:
A 15-year-old boy believes he has discovered a forgotten Mayan city using satellite photos and Mayan astronomy.
William Gadoury, from Quebec, came up with the theory that the Maya civilization chose the location of its towns and cities according to its star constellations.
He found Mayan cities lined up exactly with stars in the civilization’s major constellations.
Studying the star map further, he discovered one city was missing from a constellation of three stars.
Using satellite images provided by the Canadian Space Agency and then mapped on to Google Earth, he discovered the city where the third star of the constellation suggested it would be. Read more.
BUMMER: This is not actually a breakthrough. The archaeologist whose area of specialty that is was like, “uh, that’s a marijuana field, I know, I looked at it too because I also knew about that constellation thing, and we were pretty hopeful, but nope. Bummer, right? Be awesome if some fuckin’ kid on the Internet could do my job.” *drags on cigarette* OK my source for this is my boyfriend reading me the article and not linking it to me, but you know, I’m sure he’s right.
archaeologicalnews:
A 15-year-old boy believes he has discovered a forgotten Mayan city using satellite photos and Mayan astronomy.
William Gadoury, from Quebec, came up with the theory that the Maya civilization chose the location of its towns and cities according to its star constellations.
He found Mayan cities lined up exactly with stars in the civilization’s major constellations.
Studying the star map further, he discovered one city was missing from a constellation of three stars.
Using satellite images provided by the Canadian Space Agency and then mapped on to Google Earth, he discovered the city where the third star of the constellation suggested it would be. Read more.
BUMMER: This is not actually a breakthrough. The archaeologist whose area of specialty that is was like, “uh, that’s a marijuana field, I know, I looked at it too because I also knew about that constellation thing, and we were pretty hopeful, but nope. Bummer, right? Be awesome if some fuckin’ kid on the Internet could do my job.” *drags on cigarette* OK my source for this is my boyfriend reading me the article and not linking it to me, but you know, I’m sure he’s right.
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Not only praise kink, but also self denial??? What a winning combination. I hope you can get this to resolve so that I can read it a thousand times and add it to my embroidered pillow collection
Not only praise kink, but also self denial??? What a winning combination. I hope you can get this to resolve so that I can read it a thousand times and add it to my embroidered pillow collection
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v1als:
everyone has that one thing they were obsessed with learning about as a kid that never goes away like it could have been years since you last looked something up related to it but the passion is still there man
do me a favour and reblog with what your childhood obsession was like I am so curious about everyone else’s because it can be the most specific thing and it’s amazing
v1als:
everyone has that one thing they were obsessed with learning about as a kid that never goes away like it could have been years since you last looked something up related to it but the passion is still there man
do me a favour and reblog with what your childhood obsession was like I am so curious about everyone else’s because it can be the most specific thing and it’s amazing
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cicaklah:
A handy list of our collective pornography from last night. Good job team! What a start! Any I get between now and next Friday will be published then. Until then, keep perving on.
Finn loves Poe’s belly/Poe loves Finn’s butt
Finn and Poe’s relationship isn’t romantic or exclusive (and that’s fine)
Variations on a theme of rimming *
JediStomPilot thin walls, getting yours
Finn as Han, Poe as Leia
SPACE HEAD
Finn is possessive
Poe tries not to eroticise aliens, fails
Poe Dameron: Pushy Bottom
Finn is strong, Poe is Into It
ASSCRACK MANIFESTO
Praise kink and self denial together to make a guess culture nightmare
JediStormPilot Meercat watch system for semipublic fucking
* represents the host’s PERSONAL FAVOURITE that I am calling the EMBROIDERED PILLOW AWARD for the prompt I want to have embroidered on a pillow so I can treasure it forever.
I’m actually super good at embroidery but I feel like maybe that’s too many words. I love it too, but it’s a lot of words.
I could screenprint or stencil it though?
cicaklah:
A handy list of our collective pornography from last night. Good job team! What a start! Any I get between now and next Friday will be published then. Until then, keep perving on.
Finn loves Poe’s belly/Poe loves Finn’s butt
Finn and Poe’s relationship isn’t romantic or exclusive (and that’s fine)
Variations on a theme of rimming *
JediStomPilot thin walls, getting yours
Finn as Han, Poe as Leia
SPACE HEAD
Finn is possessive
Poe tries not to eroticise aliens, fails
Poe Dameron: Pushy Bottom
Finn is strong, Poe is Into It
ASSCRACK MANIFESTO
Praise kink and self denial together to make a guess culture nightmare
JediStormPilot Meercat watch system for semipublic fucking
* represents the host’s PERSONAL FAVOURITE that I am calling the EMBROIDERED PILLOW AWARD for the prompt I want to have embroidered on a pillow so I can treasure it forever.
I’m actually super good at embroidery but I feel like maybe that’s too many words. I love it too, but it’s a lot of words.
I could screenprint or stencil it though?
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I’ve been pondering this one as I went and reread the story in question, which I wrote and had told myself was complete and only needed light editing, and oh my god there’s so much work.
But. I think. Here’s the thing. My Rey is not as feral as she ought to be. I have not devoted much on-screen time to her catching up on societal norms. I kind of handwaved it and got her to a point of marginal competence at human interaction. It makes her less interesting, maybe, and maybe I’ll go back and fix this?
But I’ve wound up writing her as possibly more adult and well-adjusted than she should be. Which. I should think that over more, I suppose.
However. What I really enjoy, and the reason I wound up doing it I think, though it wasn’t a conscious choice, is that she gets to be interesting as a really competent, really ruthless, really entertaining person? I have had a great deal of fun writing her as not particularly damaged, because then she is able to learn things and react to things and even be playful about things.
So, as I tackle the necessary heavy rewrites, I might keep some of that.
“I’ve learned a lot of things,” Rey said, “about what we consider acceptable in a society, and a large part of what I’ve learned is that people have intrinsic worth apart from what they’re capable of doing.”
“I’m not really in a place where that kind of thing is going to help me much,” Dameron said.
“I’ve worked really hard to learn it,” she said, giving her words a slightly harder edge than she had been so far. “So I’m not saying, Dameron, cheer up. I’m saying, I know you’re being brave and I need you to keep doing that. I know what an enormous amount of emotional effort it must take to not break down and throw a screaming fit, and I know it’s a lot to ask of you, but I don’t have the capacity to carry on and do that for both of us. I promise you I will do what I can for you, and I will do my best to keep your spirits up, but I may not be as much use to you as a regular person would be, in that respect.”
It took some effort for her to risk eye contact, but Dameron was regarding her with a look that most clearly conveyed impressed. “Fair,” he said.
“I’m helping you because we need you,” she said. “I’m helping you because my teacher asked me to. The last reason on my list of reasons for helping you is that my friends like you. I don’t know you, Dameron. I think I’d like to get to know you. But I don’t know you.”
“That’s the best pep-talk I’ve ever gotten,” he said. “You’re a genius, Rey.”
“Honesty is literally all I have,” she said. “I genuinely haven’t learned the other stuff yet.”
“No, no,” he said, “it’s perfect. You’re stuck with me, and I’m your job, so my job is to not make that any harder. I get it.”
“When you say it like that I can both agree with you and see how other people might think that sounds awful,” she said.
I’ve been pondering this one as I went and reread the story in question, which I wrote and had told myself was complete and only needed light editing, and oh my god there’s so much work.
But. I think. Here’s the thing. My Rey is not as feral as she ought to be. I have not devoted much on-screen time to her catching up on societal norms. I kind of handwaved it and got her to a point of marginal competence at human interaction. It makes her less interesting, maybe, and maybe I’ll go back and fix this?
But I’ve wound up writing her as possibly more adult and well-adjusted than she should be. Which. I should think that over more, I suppose.
However. What I really enjoy, and the reason I wound up doing it I think, though it wasn’t a conscious choice, is that she gets to be interesting as a really competent, really ruthless, really entertaining person? I have had a great deal of fun writing her as not particularly damaged, because then she is able to learn things and react to things and even be playful about things.
So, as I tackle the necessary heavy rewrites, I might keep some of that.
“I’ve learned a lot of things,” Rey said, “about what we consider acceptable in a society, and a large part of what I’ve learned is that people have intrinsic worth apart from what they’re capable of doing.”
“I’m not really in a place where that kind of thing is going to help me much,” Dameron said.
“I’ve worked really hard to learn it,” she said, giving her words a slightly harder edge than she had been so far. “So I’m not saying, Dameron, cheer up. I’m saying, I know you’re being brave and I need you to keep doing that. I know what an enormous amount of emotional effort it must take to not break down and throw a screaming fit, and I know it’s a lot to ask of you, but I don’t have the capacity to carry on and do that for both of us. I promise you I will do what I can for you, and I will do my best to keep your spirits up, but I may not be as much use to you as a regular person would be, in that respect.”
It took some effort for her to risk eye contact, but Dameron was regarding her with a look that most clearly conveyed impressed. “Fair,” he said.
“I’m helping you because we need you,” she said. “I’m helping you because my teacher asked me to. The last reason on my list of reasons for helping you is that my friends like you. I don’t know you, Dameron. I think I’d like to get to know you. But I don’t know you.”
“That’s the best pep-talk I’ve ever gotten,” he said. “You’re a genius, Rey.”
“Honesty is literally all I have,” she said. “I genuinely haven’t learned the other stuff yet.”
“No, no,” he said, “it’s perfect. You’re stuck with me, and I’m your job, so my job is to not make that any harder. I get it.”
“When you say it like that I can both agree with you and see how other people might think that sounds awful,” she said.
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Oh and for the record, your banter is outstanding. It’s one of my main concerns as a writer too so I feel this makes me an ultimate arbiter of what is Good. (Spoiler: it doesn’t, but I still know yours is great)
Oh! Well thanks. I have the problem, though, that sometimes banter is all I want? So as I’m starting to re-attack the “finished” sequel to Home Out In The Wind that I was so pleased with myself for actually finishing before I started anything else, thinking like oh I just gotta polish this a little bit, whee, I’m sort of… realizing… that about 50k of the middle of it is just banter. It’s literally Poe and Rey sitting in a room together having conversations. Which is… I mean, people would probably read that, but… something should happen? And hilariously, I figured out midway through writing it that Finn was definitely going to have to be the Action Hero and Carry The Heroic Action Forward In The Meantime, so it’s like– Poe and Rey sitting in a room interspersed with cuts of Finn doing ridiculously heroic things to the point that I think there’s one scene that’s four paragraphs long in which he does something ridiculously badass and actually like, looks at the camera and gives an Action Hero One-Liner, and then it instantly cuts back to Poe and Rey sitting in a room having a conversation.
It is so bad.
I am so fucked.
Isn’t it funny how we kind of re-write things in our heads. I had remembered this story as being a lot, you know. Less terrible.
So, that’s the downside, but the upside means that i have at least 45k of banter scene that are gonna wind up posted on Tumblr as deleted scene extras probably, so. I mean. There’s that.
I may have some work to do, is all. Some of it is beta’d and isn’t bad but there was a point where I was like okay just put your head down and finish it, and I never got around to having betas look at it, and at that point I went off the fucking deep end. So. LOL FOREVER.
Oh and for the record, your banter is outstanding. It’s one of my main concerns as a writer too so I feel this makes me an ultimate arbiter of what is Good. (Spoiler: it doesn’t, but I still know yours is great)
Oh! Well thanks. I have the problem, though, that sometimes banter is all I want? So as I’m starting to re-attack the “finished” sequel to Home Out In The Wind that I was so pleased with myself for actually finishing before I started anything else, thinking like oh I just gotta polish this a little bit, whee, I’m sort of… realizing… that about 50k of the middle of it is just banter. It’s literally Poe and Rey sitting in a room together having conversations. Which is… I mean, people would probably read that, but… something should happen? And hilariously, I figured out midway through writing it that Finn was definitely going to have to be the Action Hero and Carry The Heroic Action Forward In The Meantime, so it’s like– Poe and Rey sitting in a room interspersed with cuts of Finn doing ridiculously heroic things to the point that I think there’s one scene that’s four paragraphs long in which he does something ridiculously badass and actually like, looks at the camera and gives an Action Hero One-Liner, and then it instantly cuts back to Poe and Rey sitting in a room having a conversation.
It is so bad.
I am so fucked.
Isn’t it funny how we kind of re-write things in our heads. I had remembered this story as being a lot, you know. Less terrible.
So, that’s the downside, but the upside means that i have at least 45k of banter scene that are gonna wind up posted on Tumblr as deleted scene extras probably, so. I mean. There’s that.
I may have some work to do, is all. Some of it is beta’d and isn’t bad but there was a point where I was like okay just put your head down and finish it, and I never got around to having betas look at it, and at that point I went off the fucking deep end. So. LOL FOREVER.
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does this imply that something bad has happened to finn? methinks yes…
Ooh! Actually no though. Well, depends. Finn is with the Resistance. Poe and Rey are on a side-project. A plot wherein Finn is captured and Poe and Rey are trying to rescue him would be awesome and I’m sort of annoyed I didn’t think of that, and I would be all over reading that, because think of how many awesome ways that could go– they try to reprogram Finn and fail and now he is inside their facility and wreaking havoc because his Force sensitivity has been awakened and he can’t be harmed by their puny interrogation droids anymore and oh my god why didn’t I write this??????
No, Finn is a captain in the Resistance and has figured out that he’s really good at pretty much everything he sets his hand to. Not to be spoilery, but– I was getting all excited just now thinking about the super awesome story of Finn destroying the First Order from the inside when they try to re-take him, and I don’t want to get anyone’s hopes up, what I wrote was definitely not that.
does this imply that something bad has happened to finn? methinks yes…
Ooh! Actually no though. Well, depends. Finn is with the Resistance. Poe and Rey are on a side-project. A plot wherein Finn is captured and Poe and Rey are trying to rescue him would be awesome and I’m sort of annoyed I didn’t think of that, and I would be all over reading that, because think of how many awesome ways that could go– they try to reprogram Finn and fail and now he is inside their facility and wreaking havoc because his Force sensitivity has been awakened and he can’t be harmed by their puny interrogation droids anymore and oh my god why didn’t I write this??????
No, Finn is a captain in the Resistance and has figured out that he’s really good at pretty much everything he sets his hand to. Not to be spoilery, but– I was getting all excited just now thinking about the super awesome story of Finn destroying the First Order from the inside when they try to re-take him, and I don’t want to get anyone’s hopes up, what I wrote was definitely not that.
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NOW I NEED TO WRITE THAT
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so thanks
yesssssss
the First Order is so psyched to get troublesome FN-2187 back and has these great plans to get all this intel out of him, then break him so thoroughly he’ll never remember anyone gave him a name, and then force him to go and hurt his former friends, ha ha it will be so great, and they’re firing up the Mind-Fucker Machine ™ and getting their Evil Villain Laughter on and Finn’s just like, or no, how about I don’t, and merrily melts the interrogation droid with his brain and goes on a rampage of breaking everyone’s conditioning left and right, and he turns, IDK, Phasma or somebody (“I had not understood before this moment how terrible all your ideas are, Hux, I think this young man correct”), and Hux (or whoever, there can be other characters in the First Order) is like… fuck (I like Hux, for the record, but just envision his just-bit-a-lemon-face turning inside out with displeasure about this whole distasteful Force business), so they get Kylo Ren to come and stop him and Kylo’s like… fuck, this kid’s real strong, I dunno why you thought this was a good idea, I would’ve told you not to do that, and nopes the fuck out and they’re fucked.
That’s not how the Force works, Kylo tells them, and Hux is like, I did not sign up for this shit, and Finn is like, Come along, Phasma, we have shit to do, and she’s like, I may disagree with some of your philosophies but I like your methods. And Mitaka is like I just want to go where nobody will strangle me.
Anyway. YMMV. But that’s a real fun mental romp.
Can I sell you on any of the other brilliant ideas I’ve had that I haven’t used? Like, I dunno, Poe using his words like an adult? I seem not to be able to make that happen ever.
NOW I NEED TO WRITE THAT
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so thanks
yesssssss
the First Order is so psyched to get troublesome FN-2187 back and has these great plans to get all this intel out of him, then break him so thoroughly he’ll never remember anyone gave him a name, and then force him to go and hurt his former friends, ha ha it will be so great, and they’re firing up the Mind-Fucker Machine ™ and getting their Evil Villain Laughter on and Finn’s just like, or no, how about I don’t, and merrily melts the interrogation droid with his brain and goes on a rampage of breaking everyone’s conditioning left and right, and he turns, IDK, Phasma or somebody (“I had not understood before this moment how terrible all your ideas are, Hux, I think this young man correct”), and Hux (or whoever, there can be other characters in the First Order) is like… fuck (I like Hux, for the record, but just envision his just-bit-a-lemon-face turning inside out with displeasure about this whole distasteful Force business), so they get Kylo Ren to come and stop him and Kylo’s like… fuck, this kid’s real strong, I dunno why you thought this was a good idea, I would’ve told you not to do that, and nopes the fuck out and they’re fucked.
That’s not how the Force works, Kylo tells them, and Hux is like, I did not sign up for this shit, and Finn is like, Come along, Phasma, we have shit to do, and she’s like, I may disagree with some of your philosophies but I like your methods. And Mitaka is like I just want to go where nobody will strangle me.
Anyway. YMMV. But that’s a real fun mental romp.
Can I sell you on any of the other brilliant ideas I’ve had that I haven’t used? Like, I dunno, Poe using his words like an adult? I seem not to be able to make that happen ever.
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“The site is a slam-dunk pre-Clovis site with unequivocal artefacts, clear stratigraphy and thorough dating,” he said.
“The stone tools and faunal remains at the site show that at 14,550 years ago, people knew how to find game, fresh water and material for making tools. These people were well-adapted to this environment.”
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“The site is a slam-dunk pre-Clovis site with unequivocal artefacts, clear stratigraphy and thorough dating,” he said.
“The stone tools and faunal remains at the site show that at 14,550 years ago, people knew how to find game, fresh water and material for making tools. These people were well-adapted to this environment.”
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I mean these embroidered pillows are all in the soft and comfy couch in my mind that I settle on to mentally read these fics which are all fandom classics and beloved by millions. Although perhaps in the future. I want to get back into embroidery myself one of these days, if someone could invent a few more hours in the day I’d be happy thanks
I had closed Tumblr just now but I came back to look for this conversation and am delighted to find another reply, because I am insane.
Because I can’t stop thinking about it. I mean. Realistically you can’t embroider more than like five or six words onto a pillow, but– a screenprint, now, you can do some pretty dense text that way, and then you could make copies. Maybe take some blank fabric, screenprint a longer passage of text on it, perhaps a repeating pattern of the longer passage of text, and then take a shorter quote and embroider it, and– I’m describing making a crazy quilt of quotes about eating ass here, that’s where this is going, I’m just gonna head this off at the pass and lay that out there before I delude myself that I’m talking about anything else here.
If I had any art talent that would really be something.
I have, coincidentally, no non-damaged pillowcases for the throw pillows in my house (my new couch came with really dumb pillows that say names of random cities on them and also the fabric is pilling after six months of use?), and also a lot of screen printing equipment, three dozen zippers a friend bought me by accident, and a serger. So I mean.
My boyfriend would probably leave me if I made a set of pillows about Stormpilot ass-eating though. So maybe just one.
cicaklah reblogged your post and added:
I mean these embroidered pillows are all in the soft and comfy couch in my mind that I settle on to mentally read these fics which are all fandom classics and beloved by millions. Although perhaps in the future. I want to get back into embroidery myself one of these days, if someone could invent a few more hours in the day I’d be happy thanks
I had closed Tumblr just now but I came back to look for this conversation and am delighted to find another reply, because I am insane.
Because I can’t stop thinking about it. I mean. Realistically you can’t embroider more than like five or six words onto a pillow, but– a screenprint, now, you can do some pretty dense text that way, and then you could make copies. Maybe take some blank fabric, screenprint a longer passage of text on it, perhaps a repeating pattern of the longer passage of text, and then take a shorter quote and embroider it, and– I’m describing making a crazy quilt of quotes about eating ass here, that’s where this is going, I’m just gonna head this off at the pass and lay that out there before I delude myself that I’m talking about anything else here.
If I had any art talent that would really be something.
I have, coincidentally, no non-damaged pillowcases for the throw pillows in my house (my new couch came with really dumb pillows that say names of random cities on them and also the fabric is pilling after six months of use?), and also a lot of screen printing equipment, three dozen zippers a friend bought me by accident, and a serger. So I mean.
My boyfriend would probably leave me if I made a set of pillows about Stormpilot ass-eating though. So maybe just one.
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I love this. I LOVE THIS. Amazing. If you don’t write it, I might have to. Problem is, Poe hurts so pretty! I don’t feel the same driving need to lock Finn into a torture chair. I’m not sure what this says about me. BAMF Finn, yassss. Tortured? Meh. (I do have Poe using his words like an adult, or at least trying to, although at least every other word out of his mouth sometimes is fuck fucking fucker, but…that’s a very adult word, no? so I think that counts.
I feel bad because i don’t want to torture Finn either. And then I think, you know, I don’t actually have to feel bad about that. It’s okay. In the story so far, I have subjected Poe to a lot more torture, but part of that is that when Finn is presented with angst, he tends to analyze it and respond to it appropriately; he doesn’t fret much.
Where it becomes a problem is that then since he’s being sensible I’m less interested in showing his inner life, and that is actually a genuine problem I’ve had called out– it’s great that he gets to be so competent, but it also means we don’t see his thought processes and he sort of gets shunted to the side.
HOWEVER. Locking him into a torture chair and him literally laughing his way out of it rather than hurting pretty? Kind of awesome, honestly, and I’d love to both read and write that. Like, there he is, and why isn’t he scared? What’s wrong with him? OH because he is about to WRECK you, that’s why he’s not sweating and trembling. Oh.
And Poe is too busy being consumed with lust to be jealous about how much more badass Finn is being than he himself was in the same situation.
I mean, canon Finn is a very quick-witted character and if you add in him being Force-sensitive, you’ve kind of got a terrifying badass to contend with, that’s just how it’s going to go, so you kind of have no choice but to proceed accordingly.
I love this. I LOVE THIS. Amazing. If you don’t write it, I might have to. Problem is, Poe hurts so pretty! I don’t feel the same driving need to lock Finn into a torture chair. I’m not sure what this says about me. BAMF Finn, yassss. Tortured? Meh. (I do have Poe using his words like an adult, or at least trying to, although at least every other word out of his mouth sometimes is fuck fucking fucker, but…that’s a very adult word, no? so I think that counts.
I feel bad because i don’t want to torture Finn either. And then I think, you know, I don’t actually have to feel bad about that. It’s okay. In the story so far, I have subjected Poe to a lot more torture, but part of that is that when Finn is presented with angst, he tends to analyze it and respond to it appropriately; he doesn’t fret much.
Where it becomes a problem is that then since he’s being sensible I’m less interested in showing his inner life, and that is actually a genuine problem I’ve had called out– it’s great that he gets to be so competent, but it also means we don’t see his thought processes and he sort of gets shunted to the side.
HOWEVER. Locking him into a torture chair and him literally laughing his way out of it rather than hurting pretty? Kind of awesome, honestly, and I’d love to both read and write that. Like, there he is, and why isn’t he scared? What’s wrong with him? OH because he is about to WRECK you, that’s why he’s not sweating and trembling. Oh.
And Poe is too busy being consumed with lust to be jealous about how much more badass Finn is being than he himself was in the same situation.
I mean, canon Finn is a very quick-witted character and if you add in him being Force-sensitive, you’ve kind of got a terrifying badass to contend with, that’s just how it’s going to go, so you kind of have no choice but to proceed accordingly.
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huh. so the last embroidery I was working on was BB-8, and I found that the other day, that one’s almost done, I just need to, you know, finish it. And then what? I don’t know, maybe I’ll put it on something? or like. In a drawer.
And then I think of the last, like, five embroideries I worked on. What did I do with those? Well, I can’t find my “hundred motherfuckers” one, I finished it and serged the edges and then it’s all a blank. Before that, hm. I did one for my nephew, and sent it to him, I did one for my sister, and sent it to her. I did a great one of the Kate Beaton mermaid with the drowned sailor, and I lost that, it’s in my house somewhere probably.
I mostly do embroideries to lose them, is what this is coming down to, so. I guess I need to have goals in mind when I start.
I really really really want to find Hundred Motherfuckers, though, because that is going to be the first thing I put onto a crazy quilt pillow. (I could actually do a little crazy quilt pillow of the Choicebullet series, that’d be kind of fun. Maybe there’s my motivation to finish it. If you weren’t fannish you wouldn’t know how dorky it was, it’d all be rap quotes and pictures of guns, what’s not to love?)
I’ll work up to Stormpilot ass-eating at a later date… send requests?
huh. so the last embroidery I was working on was BB-8, and I found that the other day, that one’s almost done, I just need to, you know, finish it. And then what? I don’t know, maybe I’ll put it on something? or like. In a drawer.
And then I think of the last, like, five embroideries I worked on. What did I do with those? Well, I can’t find my “hundred motherfuckers” one, I finished it and serged the edges and then it’s all a blank. Before that, hm. I did one for my nephew, and sent it to him, I did one for my sister, and sent it to her. I did a great one of the Kate Beaton mermaid with the drowned sailor, and I lost that, it’s in my house somewhere probably.
I mostly do embroideries to lose them, is what this is coming down to, so. I guess I need to have goals in mind when I start.
I really really really want to find Hundred Motherfuckers, though, because that is going to be the first thing I put onto a crazy quilt pillow. (I could actually do a little crazy quilt pillow of the Choicebullet series, that’d be kind of fun. Maybe there’s my motivation to finish it. If you weren’t fannish you wouldn’t know how dorky it was, it’d all be rap quotes and pictures of guns, what’s not to love?)
I’ll work up to Stormpilot ass-eating at a later date… send requests?
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This is where I left off on BB-8. I feel like ey needs a lot more silver thread. Fortunately I just found a whole spool of the stuff.
Have I just wasted like an hour wandering around my house trying to nerve myself up to cut something out or start a project or work on an ongoing one? Yes. Have I been trying for weeks to pick up a needle? Also yes. Am I going to succeed this weekend? Who fuckin’ knows, I sure as fuck don’t.
This is where I left off on BB-8. I feel like ey needs a lot more silver thread. Fortunately I just found a whole spool of the stuff.
Have I just wasted like an hour wandering around my house trying to nerve myself up to cut something out or start a project or work on an ongoing one? Yes. Have I been trying for weeks to pick up a needle? Also yes. Am I going to succeed this weekend? Who fuckin’ knows, I sure as fuck don’t.
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dingdongyouarewrong:
gf: are you okay
me: y-yeah
gf: are you thinking about megafauna again
me, my voice barely a whisper: they’re so huge..
dingdongyouarewrong:
gf: are you okay
me: y-yeah
gf: are you thinking about megafauna again
me, my voice barely a whisper: they’re so huge..