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oh wow everyone who sat through the Wild Ride of last night definitely deserves MVP awards. I love everyone in this bar. I stayed up way too late and then I woke up at like 5:30 this morning with an absolutely emotionally devastating sex scene all blocked out in my head for Finn and Poe so I guess you’re welcome, chapter 9 will be Explicit and possibly kind of nasty.
Poe laughed, low and soft, and it went straight to Finn’s dick. “You tryin’ to hold me down?”
Finn loosened his grip a little, but he was more than halfway to hard, and his hips kind of moved of their own volition, rubbing him against Poe’s hip. “I, I mean,” he stammered.
“No,” Poe said, turning toward him, “it’s cool, do it,” and kissed him, hot and hungry.
Usually uh those kinds of scenes take me like hours to write but I just banged that one out in about fifteen minutes before I really woke up so uh. I’m gonna let it mellow and reread it later and see if it winds up in the Extras bin or if it stays.
I have a couple more asks to finish up but I’m going to kind of save them, because my underlying shit is not really Dealt With and I’m looking forward to the distraction at some indeterminate later point.
Also, because I mentioned a wedding and photos of it, some wedding photography blog just followed me, and hi, you’re welcome, but that’s sort of not really my jam so buckle up.
I will be drinking a lot of coffee today and attempting to Not Deal With My Shit. For the record it is again 55 outside, not even sunny, the a/c is set to 68, and it is 75 in here at 9am. For shits and giggles I should convert that to Rest Of The World temps but I like the aesthetic of it being in unlabeled Fahrenheit. There’s always kind of a frisson to undeclared measurement systems, like, could this person possibly be insane or is this a different unit of measurement? (I spent about half this past winter thinking it was really freaking cold in Toronto because a friend I knew was American lived there and was discussing the temperature in C as you do but I had just made the assumption, like you do, because I am an American capitalist pig and honestly hadn’t thought about it too hard. I was like daaaaamn TO you go hard in the paint, I thought we had the same climate, you’re like right there, but that’s some hardcore shit you’re like ten below zero and it’s like fifteen here! … oh. Oh, those are the same temperature. Nurr hurr hurr.)
That said I know there’s at least one place in my collected SW writings where somebody just blatantly uses miles or feet or inches or something and it’s just ridiculous, and as I wrote it I was like, I don’t know what unit of measurement they use in-universe but I can tell you for damn sure it’s not English Standard, but I’ll fix it later– and now i have no idea where that was, so somewhere, sometime in all of this, that’ll be what I miss, and you’ll be reading along and suddenly someone is five foot seven or going a hundred miles an hour or something careless like that, and it’s going to fling you screaming out of the narrative. So, I mean. Like, brace yourself for it. It’s in there somewhere. I have no idea.
oh wow everyone who sat through the Wild Ride of last night definitely deserves MVP awards. I love everyone in this bar. I stayed up way too late and then I woke up at like 5:30 this morning with an absolutely emotionally devastating sex scene all blocked out in my head for Finn and Poe so I guess you’re welcome, chapter 9 will be Explicit and possibly kind of nasty.
Poe laughed, low and soft, and it went straight to Finn’s dick. “You tryin’ to hold me down?”
Finn loosened his grip a little, but he was more than halfway to hard, and his hips kind of moved of their own volition, rubbing him against Poe’s hip. “I, I mean,” he stammered.
“No,” Poe said, turning toward him, “it’s cool, do it,” and kissed him, hot and hungry.
Usually uh those kinds of scenes take me like hours to write but I just banged that one out in about fifteen minutes before I really woke up so uh. I’m gonna let it mellow and reread it later and see if it winds up in the Extras bin or if it stays.
I have a couple more asks to finish up but I’m going to kind of save them, because my underlying shit is not really Dealt With and I’m looking forward to the distraction at some indeterminate later point.
Also, because I mentioned a wedding and photos of it, some wedding photography blog just followed me, and hi, you’re welcome, but that’s sort of not really my jam so buckle up.
I will be drinking a lot of coffee today and attempting to Not Deal With My Shit. For the record it is again 55 outside, not even sunny, the a/c is set to 68, and it is 75 in here at 9am. For shits and giggles I should convert that to Rest Of The World temps but I like the aesthetic of it being in unlabeled Fahrenheit. There’s always kind of a frisson to undeclared measurement systems, like, could this person possibly be insane or is this a different unit of measurement? (I spent about half this past winter thinking it was really freaking cold in Toronto because a friend I knew was American lived there and was discussing the temperature in C as you do but I had just made the assumption, like you do, because I am an American capitalist pig and honestly hadn’t thought about it too hard. I was like daaaaamn TO you go hard in the paint, I thought we had the same climate, you’re like right there, but that’s some hardcore shit you’re like ten below zero and it’s like fifteen here! … oh. Oh, those are the same temperature. Nurr hurr hurr.)
That said I know there’s at least one place in my collected SW writings where somebody just blatantly uses miles or feet or inches or something and it’s just ridiculous, and as I wrote it I was like, I don’t know what unit of measurement they use in-universe but I can tell you for damn sure it’s not English Standard, but I’ll fix it later– and now i have no idea where that was, so somewhere, sometime in all of this, that’ll be what I miss, and you’ll be reading along and suddenly someone is five foot seven or going a hundred miles an hour or something careless like that, and it’s going to fling you screaming out of the narrative. So, I mean. Like, brace yourself for it. It’s in there somewhere. I have no idea.
