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I 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I didn't organize that at all, so in lieu of any kind of like, regular distribution of content, have another unpublished thing about Kes Dameron's Earth AU 1970s wardrobe.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.
( not an orange leisure suit probably )
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.
( not an orange leisure suit probably )
