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Urghhh I had put off the attempt to transcribe the Little Beep song into musical notation until some nebulous future date because I know nothing about it really, and my early attempts were not rewarding, and like, I could just sing it for a recording but it’s so dumb and ugh.
Anyway. I’m realizing that if I want to put Ch1 of the new story up concurrently with ch9 of the old story then, uh, that’s what chapter the song is in, so if I want to actually do it, I kind of have to… actually do it.
So ugh.
I might take a couple extra days to get ch 1 up.
Also I still need a title for the fuckin’ thing.
I probably didn’t need to waste a bunch of time yesterday writing an unnecessary bonus scene to morale surveys where Poe awkwardly explains to Finn why one of the masturbation fantasy choices that was kind of popular was just a picture of a Stormtrooper helmet.
“Buddy,” Poe said, “no, it’s— okay. Listen. It’s just one of those standard ravishment fantasies, okay?”
Finn stared blankly at him. “What?”
“Okay,” Poe said, and folded his hands and put them on the table, mentally composing himself. “I gotta zoom out a little. Okay.” He took a breath. “Sometimes there’s shame in wanting things, okay, people want stuff and they’re told they shouldn’t want it and then sometimes it being something you’re not supposed to want adds a layer of wanting on it, okay?”
“No,” Finn said, puzzled.
“So we put a lot of a premium, as a society,” Poe said, “on monogamy, on, you know, controlling sexuality, all that shit, you know?”
“It’s been said,” Finn said, still looking lost. “I guess?”
“We say things we don’t believe about it all the time,” Poe said, “because we think we should.”
“I noticed,” Finn groused.
“Well,” Poe said. “So. Anyway. That means that some people masturbate about forbidden stuff. And like. Ravishment is one of those themes. Because if you’re being forced to have sex, then it’s not your fault if it happened, right, even if you totally got off on it.”
“That’s bad though,” Finn said. “Like, that’s not a thing that’s actually enjoyable.”
“That’s not the point, though,” Poe said. “Like all of this stuff— you don’t really masturbate to realistic stuff. It’s fantasy.”
Finn looked puzzled. “I do, though,” he said. “I mean— usually I just think about your mouth and I’m good.”
That shouldn’t make Poe blush. “That’s sweet,” he admitted, thoroughly distracted.
Urghhh I had put off the attempt to transcribe the Little Beep song into musical notation until some nebulous future date because I know nothing about it really, and my early attempts were not rewarding, and like, I could just sing it for a recording but it’s so dumb and ugh.
Anyway. I’m realizing that if I want to put Ch1 of the new story up concurrently with ch9 of the old story then, uh, that’s what chapter the song is in, so if I want to actually do it, I kind of have to… actually do it.
So ugh.
I might take a couple extra days to get ch 1 up.
Also I still need a title for the fuckin’ thing.
I probably didn’t need to waste a bunch of time yesterday writing an unnecessary bonus scene to morale surveys where Poe awkwardly explains to Finn why one of the masturbation fantasy choices that was kind of popular was just a picture of a Stormtrooper helmet.
“Buddy,” Poe said, “no, it’s— okay. Listen. It’s just one of those standard ravishment fantasies, okay?”
Finn stared blankly at him. “What?”
“Okay,” Poe said, and folded his hands and put them on the table, mentally composing himself. “I gotta zoom out a little. Okay.” He took a breath. “Sometimes there’s shame in wanting things, okay, people want stuff and they’re told they shouldn’t want it and then sometimes it being something you’re not supposed to want adds a layer of wanting on it, okay?”
“No,” Finn said, puzzled.
“So we put a lot of a premium, as a society,” Poe said, “on monogamy, on, you know, controlling sexuality, all that shit, you know?”
“It’s been said,” Finn said, still looking lost. “I guess?”
“We say things we don’t believe about it all the time,” Poe said, “because we think we should.”
“I noticed,” Finn groused.
“Well,” Poe said. “So. Anyway. That means that some people masturbate about forbidden stuff. And like. Ravishment is one of those themes. Because if you’re being forced to have sex, then it’s not your fault if it happened, right, even if you totally got off on it.”
“That’s bad though,” Finn said. “Like, that’s not a thing that’s actually enjoyable.”
“That’s not the point, though,” Poe said. “Like all of this stuff— you don’t really masturbate to realistic stuff. It’s fantasy.”
Finn looked puzzled. “I do, though,” he said. “I mean— usually I just think about your mouth and I’m good.”
That shouldn’t make Poe blush. “That’s sweet,” he admitted, thoroughly distracted.
