#drinkupthesunrise

[ilgaksu]

what is your favourite firefighter!au hei xiazi thought???? 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Genuinely I am deeply DEEPLY torn between

Hei Xiazi giving kink safety talks in local spaces because he's so sick of getting called out to people handcuffed to beds; accidentally keeps getting approached by baby gays convinced they can be his and his husband's unicorn.

Hei Xiazi who decides on becoming blinded in a chemical fire he should break up with his boyfriend of four months while still in a hospital bed, only for the break up conversation to end with them engaged and married two months later because Xie Yuchen has caught feelings and Hei Xiazi WILL be taking responsibility.

Hei Xiazi and the little girl he rescues who then comes by with her parents to thank him at the station. Someone gets a photo of him hugging her for PR. It's really cute. Someone at Dispatch puts up a new thing on the noticeboard where people can vote who is the best spouse for Hei Xiazi; actual co-worker and actual husband of 5+ years Xie Yuchen, or the five-year-old girl with a crush on him. The five year old girl wins by a landslide.

[ilgaksu]

#and by new television show I mean a show released thirty years before I was born#of course#I never said I was current#(we are doing random episodes of the man from uncle)#no no one actually gets any points for guessing ilgaksu’s favourite actually

this is a call-out and an attack, actually?

love to show @ilgaksu a new television show, predict who they’re going to feel insane about and be proven correct in one episode.

[mistpodfics]

Heartbreaker written by yunmin | @drinkupthesunrise

A Star Wars: Sequels Podfic read by mistbornhero for @polypodweek

Leia Organa watches her best pilot over the years, and realises the strength of his love.

Podfic Length: 07:55 minutes

[lajulie24]

For the fanfic writers ask- would you mind answering R: Which writers (fanfic or otherwise) do you consider the biggest influence on you and your writing?

R. Which writers (fanfic or otherwise) do you consider the biggest influence on you and your writing?

This is a really interesting question! For writing outside fandom, I would say bell hooks (whose mind just continually amazed and challenged me, and whose writing was both lyrical and accessible, I wish she were still with us), Sylvia Plath (The Bell Jar is wickedly funny even as it is heartbreaking), Sandra Cisneros (her poetry is funny and powerful and beautiful and truthful all at once), and various other poets or essay writers (Naomi Shihab Nye, Elizabeth Bishop, Adrienne Maree Brown, Lindy West). Anne Lamott has great advice about how to get out of your own damn way for writing, though ironically I am not a fan of her novels. My beloved Carrie Fisher sort of straddles the fandom and non-fandom worlds, and I’ve enjoyed her novels but her memoirs and essays are the things that have most influenced me.

For fandom writers, I’m going to start with some commercial Star Wars writers, because I think writing in the GFFA is sort of a different beast. Of the commercial writers, I especially love Claudia Gray (big fan of Leia, Princess of Alderaan, less so of Bloodline though it’s still well-written), Martha Wells (who really has a great sense of Leia’s character), and Rebecca Roanhorse (Resistance Reborn is SO GOOD, somehow managing to make the events of The Last Jedi make any kind of narrative sense as well as bringing some characters I LOVED back in believable and in-character ways). Aaron Allston’s X-Wing novels helped me get to know the Rogues and the Wraiths, and really do this great mix of action and character arcs that I strive for when I’m writing fic — he creates worlds that are so full and the characters feel fully realized too.

I feel like just about everyone who writes and shares HanLeia fanfic has influenced me and my writing in some way. I joined Tumblr so I could read more of @madame-alexandra ‘s snippets and fics on a regular basis. Bouncing ideas around with folks like @otterandterrier, @organanation, @graciecatfamilyband, @yoyomarules, @soloorganaas, and others has been incredibly influential. I blame @drinkupthesunrise (in the most grateful possible way) for my affection for Wedge Antilles and the Rogues, and for my Luke/Wedge shipping. Reading @chancecraz’s fics has caused me to think about Leia and the galaxy in brand new ways (and also to cry about droids damnit), and introduced me to @this-acuteneurosis’s Don’t Look Back series which shows what one can do with a mix of politics and relationships and the Force and so much more in the GFFA. And I’m not kidding about other folks influencing me — every time I read a different person’s perspective on the Rebellion, or on Leia’s state of mind, or on how Han’s past has influenced his approach to life, or Han and Leia’s interactions, or how Luke fits into everything, or different takes on our heroes’ sexuality or gender identity, or mental health, or what would happen IF, I feel like I have a better sense of who these characters are to me, and what’s possible.

Wow, that was long-winded. Thank you for your patience, and for the ask!

Fanfic writer ask meme

[sassysnowperson]

Wedge/Luke - Wedge has feelings about seeing Luke’s X-Wing again (+ force ghost if you want to)

I’m taking TRoS prompt requests.

"Red Five is in the air!" a voice shouted, triumphantly, and for a moment Wedge thought something had hit his X-Wing. 

But no, that was his own jolt, his own hands twitching out of control. Rookie mistake. He was rusty.

Kriff, what was he doing here? 

He reached for his old war-calm, and found it, lining up a shot on a passing TIE, before falling in with a light frigate to keep the fire off of them. But with that instinct came another, and he couldn't help but scan the battlefield, looking for the X-Wing that he should be flying next to.  

It wasn't Luke, it wouldn't be Luke, Luke was gone. 

But so was his X-Wing. 

Wedge grit his teeth and forced his focus back to the battle.

(continued under cut)

~

There was a celebration in a forest, in the firelight, and a girl bearing her own version of Luke's joyous shadow, stepped out of Red Five. She ran off, leaving her ship behind to wrap up her friends in a hug. 

Which was how it should be. Wedge already had his moment in the forest, in the firelight. He didn't need another. Let them celebrate. He'd keep his mourning quiet. 

Wedge walked over to the ship. He knew her, nearly as well as he knew his own girl. Knew the scarring, could tell the stories of most of those marks. He reached up and laid his hand against a ding, along the starboard S-foil, picked up when an asteroid-dwelling space-worm had decided Luke's X-Wing would make a tasty snack. Its skin was resistant to turbolaser fire, and Wedge had eventually needed to figure out where its eyes were to get Luke free again. 

One story amidst many. A whole history in scorch marks. 

Wedge sighed, and tucked his hands in his pockets. A quick, furious well of sorrow threatened to break out in a sob, and Wedge blinked away the tears that were forming. 

If only he had stayed with Luke. Maybe things would have…

No point in thinking that way. 

"Now this seems familiar," Luke said, quite literally materializing by Wedge's elbow. "I seem to remember you looked happier the last time, though." 

Wedge froze. There was an old spacer's tale that said that staring at the stars of hyperspace too long would make you start hallucinating. Wedge had never placed much stock in that. Before. He stared at the faintly-blue shape of the man next to him. He was young. The same age they had been when Luke had pressed Wedge up against a tree in the forests of Endor and kissed him. 

"You're dead," Wedge said, feeling every one of the years between the boy he had been and the man he was now. 

Luke gave a tight smile, his eyes growing wrinkles at the corners, his hair darkening. He looked more like the man Wedge had known after the war, the one who had tried to balance loving Wedge and being a Jedi. "In a matter of speaking. Yes. In another sense..." Luke put his hand on Wedge's arm, and he was warm and solid. "No. Walk with me?" Luke tugged Wedge's arm. 

Wedge followed the ghost of his dead friend and lover into the forest, and thought to himself that if he were in a wonder-tale, this would be about when his soul got eaten. 

But Luke didn't seem particularly hungry for souls, he just lead them around a few trees until they weren't in anybody's eyesight, then reached up his hands, and brushed the tears off of Wedge's cheeks. "I'm sorry," Luke said softly. "I shouldn't have left, and I shouldn't have stayed away." 

Wedge blinked, looking at Luke's solemn face. Luke was older, now, an age to match Wedge's own. He had never seen Luke like this—his white hair going wild, his… "That beard is hideous." 

Luke laughed, and Wedge knew that sound in his bones. "Really? Heartfelt apology and that's all you have to say?" 

Wedge, hesitantly, reached out a hand. The beard vanished as Luke shifted younger again, now the age of the man who had cried and held Wedge and agreed that they were both holding each other back, that of course Wedge deserved some quiet in his life, and of course they would stay friends. Wedge's fingers spasmed, stopping just shy of Luke's cheek. 

"I'm sorry," Wedge whispered. "I shouldn't have left. If I had stayed…"

"Maybe things would have changed." Luke reached up and took Wedge's hand, bringing it the rest of the way to Luke's cheek. It felt like right. If Wedge closed his eyes…

Wedge kept his eyes open. "I could have—"

"Or maybe Ben would have killed you too," Luke continued, implacable. He glanced back in the direction of the noise. "We don't know what might have been. But what is, now? This is good." 

"Could be better," Wedge said, bringing his other hand up to frame Luke's face, which had shifted again, older again than Wedge had ever known him, no beard this time. Wedge should probably be put off by the changes, but Luke had always felt like quicksilver between his palms. It seemed appropriate. "You could be here." 

"I am here," Luke said. 

Wedge smiled at Luke, feeling like the years slipping off his own face, too. "Then why are we still talking?" 

Luke laughed, bright and perfect, and leaned in.

[whattarush]

@drinkupthesunrise #dad just#sighing and getting those prefilled HR forms out again#surely this time#something will happen

bobby YOU TWO ARE EMBARRASSING ME nash

[elsajeni]

wedge. the character or the word. either works.

In the spirit of mild and affectionate trolling, I did search every single one of my non-Star-Wars-related WIPs first, but would you believe: zero wedges of any kind.

(That part, Wedge always wants to argue, isn’t him refusing to move on; years of narrow shipboard bunks and cramped pilots’ quarters have trained him well, he couldn’t take up both halves of the bed if he tried.)

all we got is sad sequel-era Wedge in the one where his apartment may or may not be haunted

[WIP guessing game]

[corelliaxdreaming]

@drinkupthesunrise

replied to your

post

:

Just a saw a thing about how Doctor Aphra is...

I have a sneaking suspicion that this is all just leading to new Star Wars ongoings post-TRoS so I would think we may have more soon enough. Also comics like starting again at number one. I don’t think this means there won’t be an ongoing Star Wars title at all, just maybe a break for a few months.

*is a relative comics newbie and prone to panic about Star Wars at the drop of a hat* You’re probably right, and I’m sure the new stuff will ge just as if not even more exciting. I just have trouble letting the past die, I guess. :P

[celticmoontoad]

@drinkupthesunrise

A little birdy told me you might have a new Illya problem. Allow me to feed the need:

https://toadstoned.tumblr.com/tagged/illya-kuryakin

[ilgaksu]

rules: shuffle your On Repeat liked songs playlist and post the first 10 tracks, then tag 10 people ✨

tagged by @clockworkspider

1. DOMINO - Stray Kids

2. Kids in America - Cascada 

3. Who Wants To Live Forever - Queen 

4. As I Try Not To Fall Apart - White Lies 

5. Limon - Straight Girl 

6. This Kiss - Vicke Blanca 

7. It’s Okay To Cry - SOPHIE 

8. Fool’s Paradise - XYLO 

9. It’s Not Living (If It’s Not With You) - triple j Like A Version - Wave Racer 

10. Freedom - Wham! 

honestly, this is....about what i expected? it nearly ended up with two cascada, the vau boy remix of like the way i do was at 11. do with all of this what you will. 

tagging @drinkupthesunrise @maltedmilkchocolate @eclecticinkling @marzmud @persimmonyms @soresus @amiyade @kevinkevinson​ @lyselkatz​ with zero pressure. and if you also see this and want to play, then sure! 

Tagged by @dontsteponthatfish. You sure like your musicals haha.

rules: shuffle your On Repeat liked songs playlist and post the first 10 tracks, then tag 10 people ✨

千里共婵娟 - 程响

Kryptonite - 3 Doors Down <- the mv made me cry a lot

Video Games - Lana Del Rey

Citizen of the Fog - TGAA soundtrack

Too Much is Never Enough - Florence and the Machine <- FF

Y Cuando Estes Con El - Danny Cabuche

Slow Down Time - Us The Duo

The End of the World - Skeeter Davis <- I have 3 different covers of this song you cannot imagine the chokehold it had on me after WandaVision, this song was never played in WandaVision or associated with the series in any way.

Moonlight dance - Beastars

Tokyo Sunrise - LP

I don't actually recognize half these songs by name lol... But most of these are more or less the mood of songs I listen to. Slow and romantic with fairly classical accompaniment and just a little bit of melodrama. No bass. (Or minimal bass.)

I need constant stimulation but only the minimal amount of it lol...

I'll tag @hxneylavendxr @ehyde @ilgaksu @dgcakes @stierhai @seishun-emergency @hitsuyou-fukaketsu @s-o-m-n-u-s annnnnd whoever feel like doing this I guess. No pressure. I just happen to have half an hour to pass while waiting for my zoomba session haha...

[glassprowlers]

@drinkupthesunrise replied to your post :                   I was poking around Wookieepedia, like how you do,...                

   almost all the wraith art on wookieepedia is SO BAD can’t they use the nice art of Face on the NJO cover please   

I’m... kinda scared to go look at the other Wraiths’ Wookieepedia pages now lol. Yes, the NJO cover Face is a good Face! :D All these kids need some nice official art tbh. *shakes fist at Lucasfilm*

[ilgaksu]

soft asks: 5, 23

5. who do you feel most you around?

uhhhh honestly a lot of my friends, but i immediately thought of @eclecticinkling @bibophilophile and @drinkupthesunrise as three people i am DEEPLY unfiltered around, and who also have seen me at my worst AND best. which, honestly, is more of a spectrum than a dichotomy. godspeed to them.

23. favourite piece of clothing?

right now, it's all jackets. like, it's a 70s-style flower print denim crop jacket from lucy and yak, a black crop jacket i got from pull and bear the other week, and a long jacket screen-printed with neon pop-art-style images of people's chests. i call it the titty jacket. i refuse to choose between these three beloved children.

from these asks

[jhezenkoss]

@drinkupthesunrise replied to your post “every jag+zekk+jaina scene makes me want a threesome more and this...”

same. same. it’s RIDICULOUS

this is the most ridiculous thing i’ve ever seen. boys. boys. you guys are in your thirties, chill and go make out in a corner or something

A current from the vent on the far wall carried air to Jaina, and she wrinkled her nose. “It won’t take Intelligence to figure out where that smell comes from. You both need to head to the refresher for a sanisteam. Not to put it too delicately, you stink.”

Jag looked at Zekk and gestured toward the door. “After you.”

“No, after you.”

“I’m smaller, so I stink less. A logical calculation. After you.”

[ilgaksu]

this is ao3 user ilgaksu bullying. just to be clear. i saw a powerpoint presentation about bullying in high school so that's how i know.

i just need everyone to know what i deal with with @ilgaksu

(it's been *checks notes* twenty-eight hours, and already...)

[lajulie24]

Star Wars Fic Recs

In honor of Fanfic Author Appreciation Day (August 21), I thought I’d share a few fics and authors whom I’ve especially enjoyed recently and/or whose work has really stuck with me, in a good way. This is only a sampling of the many, many talented authors in our fandom and the many fics I would personally recommend from these and other authors. And if you read them, make sure to express your appreciation; even the shortest comment is like gold.

Author: @madame-alexandra (on AO3 and on FF) Don’t Miss Fics: Identity (Han/Leia, multichapter AU in which Bail Organa survives the destruction of Alderaan, rated T) and all the stories in that ‘verse; Instruction (Han/Leia, one shot, rated E) and her other lovely smut; and Interlude (Han/Leia, pre-ESB AU, rated M).

Author: @chancecraz (on AO3) Don’t Miss Fics: Of Queens, Knights, and Pawns (WIP, Han/Leia, multichapter time travel AU with TFA Leia waking up in the body of 19-year-old Death Star prisoner Leia, rated T); Shifting Sands (WIP, multichapter time travel AU with older Leia waking up on Tatooine near the home of 8-year-old Anakin Skywalker, no rating).

Author: @drinkupthesunrise aka yunmin (on AO3) Don’t Miss Fics: Any Distance Greater (Luke/Wedge, multichapter post-ROTJ fic in which Luke takes Wedge to Naboo to recover from a crash that almost killed him, rated M); With Some Help from a Friend (or Two) (Luke/Wedge, oneshot, Han and Leia help the flyboys in love get their act together, rated G); Faith and Fidelity (Wedge and Leia, post-ESB oneshot, rated M).

Author: @amilynh (on AO3 and on FF) Don’t Miss Fics: Stop-Motion (Han/Leia, multichapter post-ROTJ hurt-comfort, rated T); Peace on the Other Side of Conflict (Han/Leia, drabble/ficlet, rated T); War Orphans (Leia and Hera, oneshot, rated G).

Author: @cicfics aka cicatrick (on FF) Don’t Miss Fics: New Hope, Indiana (Han/Leia, multichapter 1950s Earth AU, rated M); Run the Jewels (Han/Leia, multichapter GFFA adventures, rated T); Whiskey Knot (WIP, Han/Leia, multichapter Old West AU, rated M).

Author: @knightedrogue (on AO3 and FF) Don’t Miss Fics: Clay and Pearl (Han/Leia, multichapter pre-ESB, rated M); Gestures (Han/Leia, multichapter post-ROTJ, rated M); Mighty Things (Han/Leia, multichapter post-ROTJ spies AU, rated M).

Author: @otterandterrier (on AO3 and FF) Don’t Miss Fics: Leather and lace (Han/Leia, oneshot delicious smut, rated E); Jooni and Doré (Han/Leia, oneshot, rated T); Anchor up to me, love (Han/Leia, oneshot, rated G).

Author: @inelegantprose (on AO3 and FF) Don’t Miss Fics: Love and Hurt and Bras in Space (Han/Leia, series of oneshots, rated T); Fairytale Found (Han/Leia, multichapter post-ROTJ adoption story, rated G); Separate Together (Han/Leia, multichapter Bespin pregnancy AU, rated T).

[notbecauseofvictories]

I don't suppose you have any specific feelings about Wedge Antilles??

He doesn’t hate Skywalker from the second they meet. That particular nasty rumor is Solo’s fault, and Wedge put it down to territorial posing more than anything else. 

(For a man who adamantly insisted he wanted nothing to do with the Rebellion, Solo definitely spent a lot of time clinging to the Princess of Alderaan and the Hero of the Death Star. Since Wedge wasn’t interested in trying to break up a happy triad, he left well enough alone, hoping that Solo stop making Wedge’s relationship with Rogue Leader more complicated than it needed to be.)

No, Wedge has always extended to Skywalker the same professional respect he affords all the pilots. Maybe a touch of awe for the Death Star business. Wedge even thinks he’s sort of funny, the kid with a thousand impossible stories about his hellhole planet, a streak of bitter humor and a smile like a blaster shot. Skywalker’s reckless in the extreme, but he’s always first to take any risk. And he’s been much more careful since Wedge had that conversation with him, about how Rogue Leader using the Force to accomplish impossible, stupid maneuvers generally meant a fiery death for the rest of his squadron.

They have an understanding, and an easy camaraderie that Wedge appreciates.

Wedge is just…

It’s difficult, meeting someone and knowing—knowing—from the second you meet them, that they’re about to sideline you in your own life. That when people tell the story of the great and glorious things you did, you’re going to be a supporting actor. And Wedge doesn’t resent Skywalker for it; he made the shot, the impossible shot, and now there’s talk of him being a Jedi. If Wedge’s going to lose out to someone, it might as well be that guy. 

(Still.)

Still, it would be easier if Skywalker would stop showing up at Wedge’s quarters at all hours, looking like a lost quarren puppy. It interferes with their amicable professionalism, Skywalker flopping down on Wedge’s bunk and shoving the fringe of his hair out of his eyes, talking about—something. It’s always something. He’s that strange sort of funny, even complaining, or (badly) imitating Solo, the Princess, Mothma, Akbar, and…

The first time, Wedge baldly stared at him until Luke guiltily sat up. “Do you want me to go?” he’d asked, picking at the hole in Wedge’s quilt that Wedge hadn’t thought anyone but him could find. The quilt was one of the things he’d brought with him from the Imperial Academy, a relic of Corellia he’d been allowed to keep because it meant he hadn’t needed an extra blanket issue. (The Empire was like that; economy over everything.)

“No,” Wedge had choked out, which surprised even him. “No, tell me what Commander Rosilev said.��

(Luke lets himself in, now.)

Solo doesn’t bristle the way he used to, not when Luke is the one who drags Wedge to where they’re sitting. It’s like sitting on the edge of a sunspot; hyper-aware that if he  just edges forward, even a little, he’ll be enveloped in light he’s not entitled to. The urge to try it, to just dare a little, is heady. For a moment, it’s all Wedge can think about, moving closer to Luke so that their shoulders brush, or taking Luke’s hands as they move—he’s argung with the Princess, and all Wedge can think is taking his hands, trapping them, holding them.

A Jedi’s hands. The hands that grasped the yoke, and made the shot. The hands—

“You know them,” Solo mutters, an aside as Luke and the Princess argue about whatever it is they’re arguing about; impassioned and probably correct. “So I don’t have to apologize, right?”

“Oh, no,” Wedge says. He’s—warm. “No, I’m…good.”

Luke stands there, pacing as Wedge keys in the access code to his own rooms. Luke’s ranting about—something, above Wedge’s paygrade probably. (Not that they have paygrades in the Rebellion, and definitely not like they did in the Empire, but Wedge is an operations droid, a battleplan guy. So long as his squad comes home, as long as they didn’t kill to many civilians, it’s okay. He doesn’t question ethics and morality the way Skywalker does, especially not when a Yavinese beer or two or eight has made him relaxed, loose-limbed.)

“You know?” Skywalker says, his voice breaking with how godsdamned impassioned he is.

“Sure, Skywalker,” Wedge says, fumbling with his keys (he’s been fumbling, but they’re blunt instruments, they’re ineffectual, they don’t need them—)

Luke kisses first, of this Wedge is absolutely sure. Luke smiles at him, indulgent and amused, and then Luke is making a few long strides to cross the corridor, and then Luke is kissing him, and all this happens in less than 120 seconds. Wedge is tasting a Jedi’s mouth, and the Jedi is moaning like he’s never had anything  better than the aftertaste of caf and stim, and maybe whatever Wedge had for lunch.

“Don’t humor me,” Luke says. His mouth tastes of Yavinese beer and warmth.

Wedge would tell him to fuck himself and the pathetic veneer of armor he’s built, except then Luke Skywalker might leave, and Wedge doesn’t want that. “I’m not,” Wedge says/breathes/murmurs, a thousand times. “I’m not.”

(Yes, oh, please, more, is all he says, afterwards.)

The next morning, the Princess eyes Wedge over breakfast. He pretends as though he can’t feel the lovebite burning exactly where his collar ends, and she pretends as though she doesn’t have a matching one somewhere he can’t see, but makes her squirm all the same.

He asks her to pass the dehydrated cream. She obliges. They drink their caf in silence.