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dragonlady7I had every intention of, like, setting myself up a schedule on here, where I'd post regular doses of content, and having a schedule would space it out so I didn't firehose anybody. Of course, there's no queue here, so you have to do it on your own, and if I were the kind of person who could have habits, that would be no problem.
But I don't. So. If I got myself together, I could set up like, calendar alerts and things. Maybe I'll do that. Maybe... I won't, and you'll just have to deal with my alternate-firehose-and-drought native tendencies. C'est la vie, in this brave new world of the Old Internet.
Anyhow, I wanted to post fic/writing snippets kind of regularly, and I did amass a collection of ideas as i was kind of manually going through my old Tumblr and my drafts and such (and what a rare disaster that all is, let me tell you but not show you).
I didn't organize that at all, so in lieu of any kind of like, regular distribution of content, have another unpublished thing about Kes Dameron's Earth AU 1970s wardrobe.
This one is from the forever-in-progress assorted ongoing meanders I've written myself about Found Cat, which if you haven't read it, is a sweet little FinnPoe meet-cute that I wrote in a feverish haze of about a week the year before last, based on a text message from my sister.
There was a plot point where Poe's dad, a widower who had never particularly moved on, got a crush on an age-appropriate friend of Poe's, as a minor background thing in one of the sequels to the first story. And so I wrote a like 20,000-word sidebar where he goes on a date with her, which never managed to resolve so I didn't post it.
But here's the introduction of it, for your delectation. No knowledge of the fandom is required, except that Poe is about 30, Kes, his father, is about 50 and has been widowed 25 years, and Finn is Poe's boyfriend and comes from a very sheltered background. 1400 words, no particular warnings.
Finn grinned at Poe over the top of the book he was reading, and Poe considered dropping everything and going over there to ravish him, but his phone buzzed in his pocket and he checked it by reflex. “Oh,” he said, “it’s Papa.”
“You’d better answer, then,” Finn said, amused.
Poe rolled his eyes a little, flopped back in his seat, and swiped to answer. “What is it, Dad?”
Kes cleared his throat. “I have,” he said delicately, “a very stupid question to ask you.”
“How stupid a question, Dad?”
“You’re going to laugh at me,” Kes lamented. “I already can tell you’re going to laugh at me.”
“I won’t laugh at you,” Poe said.
“What do you wear to go on a date?” Kes asked, in a rush, in Spanish.
Poe exclaimed wordlessly, sitting straight up. “She said yes?” He caught himself. “More importantly, you actually had the balls to ask!”
“It’s not like this is my first rodeo,” Kes said. “I’ve asked a girl on a date before. It’s just that fashions have changed and I think what I wore on my first date with your mother would not be appropriate.”
“Tell me you wore like an orange leisure suit or something,” Poe said.
“I actually think it was, like, a cowboy shirt with fringe,” Kes said, “which, even if it weren’t such a hipster thing to wear now, I know I got rid of long ago. Your mom had an orange leisure suit though and she looked fucking fantastic in it, child, don’t knock them.”
“Please tell me there are photos,” Poe said.
“There absolutely are,” Kes said. “I’m not ashamed, I looked great. We both did. Your parents were beautiful people, Poe. But that’s not my point. My point is, I’m fifty-three years old and I have not been on a date since I was thirty. I don’t know how seriously people take it.”
“Fair,” Poe said, sobering.
“But I do know that I have a son who has a ridiculous amount of dating experience,” Kes said, “and can advise me. I assume there are different dress codes for whether you’re dating a man or a woman.”
“Don’t be so binary,” Poe said. “Pshht. No. But there are different dress codes depending on whether you want to get laid or not, Papa, and I’m not entirely comfortable discussing that with you.”
Kes paused. “I admit that is unchanged from my youth,” he said, “so I will use my judgement.”
Finn was looking fondly amused, so Poe looked up from the phone to say to Finn, “Papa is trying to pick an outfit to wear on a date and has called me for help. Do you have any insights?”
“No,” Finn said, “but I want to hear yours.”
“I’m putting you on speaker, Papa, so Finn can help us,” Poe said, hitting the button and laying the phone down on the coffee table.
“Oh, he’s an attractive young man,” Kes said, switching to English. “I’m sure his insights will be valuable.”
“I don’t know anything about fashion or etiquette, though,” Finn said.
“That’s all right,” Kes said, “clearly neither do I anymore.”
“Am I seriously the only person you can call to ask this question?” Poe asked.
“I called Tuck,” Kes admitted, “but you know he’s a moron and has basically never successfully had sex.”
“He has a kid,” Poe said.
“I’m pretty sure that child was an immaculate conception,” Kes said, “or somebody else’s, there’s no way Tuck’s ex ever really let him breed with her. She was smarter than that.”
“I dunno, Papa,” Poe said. “Some people aren’t very bright.” He refocused. “But that’s you saying that you are, in fact, hoping to get laid as a result of this date, which was precisely what I both did and did not want to know, here.”
“Gahh,” Kes said. “No, that’s not what I was saying.”
“So you don’t,” Poe said.
“What if I don’t know,” Kes said. There was something genuinely uncertain in Kes’s voice, though, that kept it from just being funny, and Poe knew Kes wouldn’t have called if he didn’t need some deeper level of reassurance. It warmed him to know that Kes felt like this could go both ways, after all the one-sided support Poe had needed from him.
“Oh Papa,” Poe said. “Only you can really know if you’re ready for that kind of thing. You have to listen to your instincts.” Which was the sort of advice Kes had given Poe, only Poe hadn’t confided in Kes enough for the man to really know precisely what kind of questions Poe really had.
Sometimes Poe wondered if Kes would really have been okay with the gay thing when Poe had first realized. He’d kept it secret for so long, and had it be a non-issue in the end, but if a confused teenaged Poe had really confided in Kes, some part of him still felt like it would have gone just as badly as his teenaged self had been sure it would.
But he hadn’t, so it was moot, and here they were, and his father was probably genuinely conflicted about re-entering the dating world so long after his mother’s death. “How will I really know if I’m ready,” Kes was saying, amused at the mirroring.
“Oh,” Finn said, catching up, “you probably had a conversation like this when you were about to go on your first date.”
“Ha,” Poe said, “like I was actually that coordinated and smart enough to ask for advice about it.”
“You asked,” Kes said. “I realized even then that I was absolutely not going to have much useful input for you. You realize that I was already like ten years out of practice at dating by the time you needed any advice.”
“I did know that, at the time,” Poe said. “You gave me good advice, Papa. And so I’m going to give you good advice too.”
“I’m counting on it,” Kes said, “I know you’ve got way more germane and recent experience.”
“Fair,” Poe said. “Well, number one, I think things are less formal now, so don’t overdress. Where are you going?”
“Green’s,” Kes said, which was a big local brewpub kind of place with a pretty wide menu and enough seating that they wouldn’t have to cram into a loud room.
“So, jeans,” Poe said, “for sure, and like, maybe a nice dress shirt but no tie or anything.”
Kes laughed. “I know no tie, I’m not a dork.”
“Don’t bring flowers,” Poe said. “At least, I don’t think you should. Showing up for a date with flowers or things-- like, you already know her, you don’t need to impress her like that, it’s going to seem weird. She’s a grown lady with her own income.”
“Oh,” Kes said, “we already agreed that I get to pay for dinner since I invited her. I figured we could just hash that out right at the beginning.”
“Handled like a true adult,” Poe said.
“After about forty years of practice,” Kes said, “I manage to get adult social graces right like, twelve to fifteen percent of the time, so. She said that if it went well we could go to over to Daisy’s for ice cream for dessert, and she’d pay for that, so that was the compromise.”
“Good one,” Poe said. “Although you’d have to really be having a good time to need ice cream after Green’s.”
“I think that’s a signal, though,” Kes said. “Like, a graceful way for her not to invite me in when I drop her off. Like, it’s late and we’re both stuffed and we’ve now been two separate places together. I’m taking it as a hopeful sign that she doesn’t think of me like a booty call.”
“I don’t think anyone thinks of you as a booty call,” Poe said doubtfully, thinking of his six-foot-one-inch terrifying father.
Kes chuckled drily. “There have been misapprehensions,” he said. “And even with people you know well, you can sometimes be caught off-guard.”
“Huh,” Poe said, and he had literally never considered his father’s current looks as being sexy or not, but, well, he was in pretty good shape for his age, and there was something to be said for being six foot one and terrifying. “Oh, no, now I’m thinking about it.”
“Don’t think about it, my boy,” Kes said.
But I don't. So. If I got myself together, I could set up like, calendar alerts and things. Maybe I'll do that. Maybe... I won't, and you'll just have to deal with my alternate-firehose-and-drought native tendencies. C'est la vie, in this brave new world of the Old Internet.
Anyhow, I wanted to post fic/writing snippets kind of regularly, and I did amass a collection of ideas as i was kind of manually going through my old Tumblr and my drafts and such (and what a rare disaster that all is, let me tell you but not show you).
I didn't organize that at all, so in lieu of any kind of like, regular distribution of content, have another unpublished thing about Kes Dameron's Earth AU 1970s wardrobe.
This one is from the forever-in-progress assorted ongoing meanders I've written myself about Found Cat, which if you haven't read it, is a sweet little FinnPoe meet-cute that I wrote in a feverish haze of about a week the year before last, based on a text message from my sister.
There was a plot point where Poe's dad, a widower who had never particularly moved on, got a crush on an age-appropriate friend of Poe's, as a minor background thing in one of the sequels to the first story. And so I wrote a like 20,000-word sidebar where he goes on a date with her, which never managed to resolve so I didn't post it.
But here's the introduction of it, for your delectation. No knowledge of the fandom is required, except that Poe is about 30, Kes, his father, is about 50 and has been widowed 25 years, and Finn is Poe's boyfriend and comes from a very sheltered background. 1400 words, no particular warnings.
Finn grinned at Poe over the top of the book he was reading, and Poe considered dropping everything and going over there to ravish him, but his phone buzzed in his pocket and he checked it by reflex. “Oh,” he said, “it’s Papa.”
“You’d better answer, then,” Finn said, amused.
Poe rolled his eyes a little, flopped back in his seat, and swiped to answer. “What is it, Dad?”
Kes cleared his throat. “I have,” he said delicately, “a very stupid question to ask you.”
“How stupid a question, Dad?”
“You’re going to laugh at me,” Kes lamented. “I already can tell you’re going to laugh at me.”
“I won’t laugh at you,” Poe said.
“What do you wear to go on a date?” Kes asked, in a rush, in Spanish.
Poe exclaimed wordlessly, sitting straight up. “She said yes?” He caught himself. “More importantly, you actually had the balls to ask!”
“It’s not like this is my first rodeo,” Kes said. “I’ve asked a girl on a date before. It’s just that fashions have changed and I think what I wore on my first date with your mother would not be appropriate.”
“Tell me you wore like an orange leisure suit or something,” Poe said.
“I actually think it was, like, a cowboy shirt with fringe,” Kes said, “which, even if it weren’t such a hipster thing to wear now, I know I got rid of long ago. Your mom had an orange leisure suit though and she looked fucking fantastic in it, child, don’t knock them.”
“Please tell me there are photos,” Poe said.
“There absolutely are,” Kes said. “I’m not ashamed, I looked great. We both did. Your parents were beautiful people, Poe. But that’s not my point. My point is, I’m fifty-three years old and I have not been on a date since I was thirty. I don’t know how seriously people take it.”
“Fair,” Poe said, sobering.
“But I do know that I have a son who has a ridiculous amount of dating experience,” Kes said, “and can advise me. I assume there are different dress codes for whether you’re dating a man or a woman.”
“Don’t be so binary,” Poe said. “Pshht. No. But there are different dress codes depending on whether you want to get laid or not, Papa, and I’m not entirely comfortable discussing that with you.”
Kes paused. “I admit that is unchanged from my youth,” he said, “so I will use my judgement.”
Finn was looking fondly amused, so Poe looked up from the phone to say to Finn, “Papa is trying to pick an outfit to wear on a date and has called me for help. Do you have any insights?”
“No,” Finn said, “but I want to hear yours.”
“I’m putting you on speaker, Papa, so Finn can help us,” Poe said, hitting the button and laying the phone down on the coffee table.
“Oh, he’s an attractive young man,” Kes said, switching to English. “I’m sure his insights will be valuable.”
“I don’t know anything about fashion or etiquette, though,” Finn said.
“That’s all right,” Kes said, “clearly neither do I anymore.”
“Am I seriously the only person you can call to ask this question?” Poe asked.
“I called Tuck,” Kes admitted, “but you know he’s a moron and has basically never successfully had sex.”
“He has a kid,” Poe said.
“I’m pretty sure that child was an immaculate conception,” Kes said, “or somebody else’s, there’s no way Tuck’s ex ever really let him breed with her. She was smarter than that.”
“I dunno, Papa,” Poe said. “Some people aren’t very bright.” He refocused. “But that’s you saying that you are, in fact, hoping to get laid as a result of this date, which was precisely what I both did and did not want to know, here.”
“Gahh,” Kes said. “No, that’s not what I was saying.”
“So you don’t,” Poe said.
“What if I don’t know,” Kes said. There was something genuinely uncertain in Kes’s voice, though, that kept it from just being funny, and Poe knew Kes wouldn’t have called if he didn’t need some deeper level of reassurance. It warmed him to know that Kes felt like this could go both ways, after all the one-sided support Poe had needed from him.
“Oh Papa,” Poe said. “Only you can really know if you’re ready for that kind of thing. You have to listen to your instincts.” Which was the sort of advice Kes had given Poe, only Poe hadn’t confided in Kes enough for the man to really know precisely what kind of questions Poe really had.
Sometimes Poe wondered if Kes would really have been okay with the gay thing when Poe had first realized. He’d kept it secret for so long, and had it be a non-issue in the end, but if a confused teenaged Poe had really confided in Kes, some part of him still felt like it would have gone just as badly as his teenaged self had been sure it would.
But he hadn’t, so it was moot, and here they were, and his father was probably genuinely conflicted about re-entering the dating world so long after his mother’s death. “How will I really know if I’m ready,” Kes was saying, amused at the mirroring.
“Oh,” Finn said, catching up, “you probably had a conversation like this when you were about to go on your first date.”
“Ha,” Poe said, “like I was actually that coordinated and smart enough to ask for advice about it.”
“You asked,” Kes said. “I realized even then that I was absolutely not going to have much useful input for you. You realize that I was already like ten years out of practice at dating by the time you needed any advice.”
“I did know that, at the time,” Poe said. “You gave me good advice, Papa. And so I’m going to give you good advice too.”
“I’m counting on it,” Kes said, “I know you’ve got way more germane and recent experience.”
“Fair,” Poe said. “Well, number one, I think things are less formal now, so don’t overdress. Where are you going?”
“Green’s,” Kes said, which was a big local brewpub kind of place with a pretty wide menu and enough seating that they wouldn’t have to cram into a loud room.
“So, jeans,” Poe said, “for sure, and like, maybe a nice dress shirt but no tie or anything.”
Kes laughed. “I know no tie, I’m not a dork.”
“Don’t bring flowers,” Poe said. “At least, I don’t think you should. Showing up for a date with flowers or things-- like, you already know her, you don’t need to impress her like that, it’s going to seem weird. She’s a grown lady with her own income.”
“Oh,” Kes said, “we already agreed that I get to pay for dinner since I invited her. I figured we could just hash that out right at the beginning.”
“Handled like a true adult,” Poe said.
“After about forty years of practice,” Kes said, “I manage to get adult social graces right like, twelve to fifteen percent of the time, so. She said that if it went well we could go to over to Daisy’s for ice cream for dessert, and she’d pay for that, so that was the compromise.”
“Good one,” Poe said. “Although you’d have to really be having a good time to need ice cream after Green’s.”
“I think that’s a signal, though,” Kes said. “Like, a graceful way for her not to invite me in when I drop her off. Like, it’s late and we’re both stuffed and we’ve now been two separate places together. I’m taking it as a hopeful sign that she doesn’t think of me like a booty call.”
“I don’t think anyone thinks of you as a booty call,” Poe said doubtfully, thinking of his six-foot-one-inch terrifying father.
Kes chuckled drily. “There have been misapprehensions,” he said. “And even with people you know well, you can sometimes be caught off-guard.”
“Huh,” Poe said, and he had literally never considered his father’s current looks as being sexy or not, but, well, he was in pretty good shape for his age, and there was something to be said for being six foot one and terrifying. “Oh, no, now I’m thinking about it.”
“Don’t think about it, my boy,” Kes said.
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Date: 2018-12-19 09:36 pm (UTC)I really really love Found Cat, it's one of my comfort reads.
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Date: 2018-12-20 03:29 am (UTC)Ohhhhhhh, Kes being demi-sexual makes so much sense.
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