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Commission for @laureljupiter who wanted anti-fascist Vane and skater Anne Bonny 💪🏼

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[urcadelimabean]

Nakia, Killmonger, Peter Quill, Steve ❤️

thanks duuude ❤️

Nakia: what causes are you passionate about?

Too many to list, although because of where I live (like, I see a guy with a confederate flag on his truck frequently) the one I think about most often is how deep racism goes into our culture and the way we learn history, and how hard it is to get across to people when you literally have to start from the ground up. 

Killmonger: sunrises or sunsets?

Sunrises :)

Peter Quill: what’s your favorite song from your childhood?

I listened to a lot of blues and R&B as a kid because my mom loved it, so basically it’s like a comfort food. It’s hard to pick an absolute fave, but I do really love Misty Blue by Dorothy Moore.

Steve: are you small or tall?

SMALL

[reyleaux]

because I'm totally ridiculous and this is my new platonic crackship: 18 for Ben Solo and Rose Tico as nerd teamup forced to work together and developing A Rapport.

biTCH ME TOO, THE FUCK.

special shoutout to @futurecatladies, who I know is always down for that good good roselo content. this is technically platonic with shades of background reylo, but i think with just a minor nudge and minimal squinting one could consider it roselo instead (or even ‘also’). 

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Rose watches him work from behind, half grateful and halfincensed.

On the one hand, they’re barreling away from the Limiter, the First Order’s newestflagship, at high speed. She’s safe – relatively – and on her way home after onlya day in a holding cell that could have easily become an eternity. Things areas good as they’ve been in at least a week, and for Rose that’s saying a lot.

But on the other, the other half of this ‘they’ is Kylo Ren,the one and only Supreme Leader of that same Order from which they’re currentlyrunning.

He opened her cell an hour ago with a serious look on hisface that said he didn’t want to think about what he was doing. She nearlypissed herself in terror but put on a brave face.

“Here to kill me?” She asked him, impressing herself withher defiance.

“Shut up,” Kylo Ren said in a low and slightly nasal voice. “Shesent me. We’re going.”

“I’m not going anywhere,”Rose spat back. “Not with you. Who sent you?”

She could see the tops of his bottom teeth as he sucked in abreath. He closed his eyes. “Rey.”

She scoffed, put off by his dramatics. “Rey sent you.”

“Don’t sound so incredulous about things you don’t understand.”

If the look on his face hadn’t convinced her of the honestyof this frankly baffling admission, his sharp and perfect recitation of herlast conversation with Rey did. It was like he’d been sitting with them in herroom, taking notes on the strange and meandering argument they had aboutrepairing the new base’s laundry equipment.

It was, in a word, unnerving.

But then again, Rose muses now, watching dumbfounded as Ren’supper half disappears into an access panel on his own personal shuttle to rip out the fusebox that powers the ship’s tracker,what about him isn’t unnerving?

“Literally everything about this is illegal!” She halfyells, half hisses.

Kylo Ren grunts as he knocks against something on his wayout of the panel. He has a sparking fusebox in one hand and a hydrospanner inthe other, slightly charred from where she assumes he used it to pry off the fusebox.

“Appropriate that now would be the time I start living up tothe name.” He sounds almost wistful.

He stands and drops the fusebox onto the nearest surface, abuilt-in bench along the wall. He towers over her, but Rose hardly notices, confusedand on-guard at his cryptic admission. “What?” She asks, chin tilted high.

“What do you care about legality, anyway? You’re a Rebel.”

“What do you mean ‘living up to the name?’”

He looks taken aback. “What do you mean, ‘What do you mean?’”

Rose wrenches the spanner from his hand and brandishes it athim. “Don’t repeat my question back at me!”

“You don’t know who I am?”

“Of course I know whoyou are, Kylo Ren.” She spits the name at him, already tired of whatever gamethis is. “You’re the worst thing that’s ever happened to the galaxy.”

“No,” he says, a little quieter. “Before that.”

Rose grits her teeth. She wants to scream. “Out with it! Wedon’t have time for a dramatic reveal right now!” There’s a following pause andshe’s about to warn him not to bother if it’ll make her hate him any more thanshe already does, when—

“Ben Solo,” Kylo Ren says, voice low, eyes lower. “That wasmy name.”

She can tell he’s expecting a gasp, the gentle cracking of aworld-altering revelation. And maybe three weeks ago – before Finn and Rey andnarrowly escaping death on Crait and the First Order beginning its incomprehensibleand rapid implosion – she would have obliged him.

But Rose Tico is different now. More skeptical, yes, but alsoless afraid.

Which might be why she reaches up to grab his chin and tiltshis face down towards her. Her eyes skim the flaring bridge of his nose, thefeline tilt to his eyes, the unruly, triangular brows. She scrunches up hernose, remembering what she can of Han Solo’s face from the holos she’s seen.

He’s surprisingly calm for someone being manhandled by anenemy, if that’s still what they are.

Fair enough, shethinks, that might as well be true, too.

“Well, Solo, putit to some kriffing use.”

She can tell that the smile he cracks is supposed to becharming – that it would have been on Han’s face, all loose and careless – and shecould have expected it to be menacing, even sad.

But what it is instead is absolutely goofy.

His cheeks wing out and he has a gap between his front andeye teeth on both sides. Even worse, he has dimples. Rose can’t help herself.Her eyes roll back.

They’re flying through First Order-controlled space in aship that is (probably) technically stolen, possibly about to do irreparabledamage to the Order and definitely goingto do irreparable damage to the (probably) stolen ship in the process. Disablingthe tracker will be absolutely necessary to making their escape through hyperspace,but the entrances and exits of the lanes are now fully monitored by the Order,meaning that they’ll be apprehended almost instantly once they emerge out ofFTL.

No matter how much Rose knows they’re doing the right thing,it doesn’t change how kriffing dangerousit is, nor how stupid.

She tells him as much.

“Son of Han Solo or not, you can’t fly a ship that’s, one, ina million pieces or, two, booted by C-Dot.”

“Then let’s not get booted.”

“Uh-uh,” Rose says, actually wagging a finger in the face ofKylo Ren, menace of the galaxy. “Let’s just boot them first.”

“It’s an expensive ship, but there aren’t torpedoes.”

“No, we can be cleverer than that.”

“We?”

“What do you know about electrical interference?”

A distant, slightly horrified look crosses his face. “Some.Biologically speaking.”

“That’s fine,” Rose says. “I know enough. What weapons do we have?”

“There’s a standard short-range IR-73 blast canon mountedunder the hull and a miniature rail gun under the cockpit,” he snaps, havingwritten enough reports on this shuttle to answer Rose’s question withoutreflection.

“Wow,” Rose says, flat and sarcastic, “I’m surprised it’snot an IR-80. And here I thought you liked your guns big.”

She turns towards the cockpit and Kylo huffs something likea laugh and follows without thinking. The IR-80 is the blast generator thatsits inside the surface cannons of a star destroyer. Mount one on a ship thissize and it’d blow you back twenty-thousand clicks every time you fired.

“That’s actually—”

“What General Hux suggested in the armaments meetingyesterday,” she finishes for him, giggling as she goes to tap her handheldsplicer into the cockpit’s consol. “I know.”

Kylo Ren tilts his head, looking for all the world like acurious dog. Rose raises her brows and jiggles the splicer in her hand, a small,satisfied smile dimpling her cheeks.

“Didn’t have a lot else to do. Thought I’d get intel, listeningin on the monitors, got a laugh instead.”

Rose ducks away to focus on her task, muttering and swearingunder her breath as she fights the override protocols coded into the ship.

“Okay, almost there.” She presses a button and swivels as ahatch opens nearby. “Grab us those PPE’s.” She points and Kylo obeys, largebody crossing the cabin’s vertical and horizontal space with little more than astretch. Rose doesn’t bemoan her stature, but she kind of wishes she could dothat.

Kylo Ren tosses her a suit and begins pulling his own on. “Theoscillator, right? From the life support block.”

“Yeah,” Rose says, pleasantly surprised by his deference toher orders. “We’ll vent the ship.”

“Then move it into the charging block of the rail gun.”

“I thought you said you didn’t know much about electricalinterference.”

“I don’t,” he says, zipping up the rubberized collar of thesuit. “But she does.”

This time Rose’s brows and lips scrunch up with her nose. “Youmean Rey again. You can say her name, you know.”

His eyes sweep down. Rose’s brain momentarily short-circuitsas she recognizes the look and color on his face. He’s…bashful? Embarrassed? Maker,she really doesn’t have time for whatever thisis.

“You know what?” She flicks a hand in front of herself, asif shooing a fly. “I’m not gonna worry about it.”

He seems relieved, nodding as he pulls on his helmet.

“For now,” she adds. Butjust try to stop me later.

Once they’re suited up, Rose presses another button and thehum of the shuttle’s engine vibrates just lower than before.

After a quick test of the suits’ comm system and asuspiciously synchronized nod, Rose initiates the depressurizing sequence andthey’re plunged into the echoey silence of the vacuum.

They work with minimal banter this time, careful to avoid jostlingthe oscillator and hooking it into the rail gun’s generator system withcareful, coordinated hands.

Rose explains in a soothing, even rhythm how the oscillatorwill charge the rail gun bolts with ionic energy. At the low-power setting she’sprogrammed into it, that will make the bolts effectively nonlethal, but perfectfor their intentions. The ionic charge will ripple through the systems of thetraffic monitoring stations and reverse the current on board for a fewmicroseconds. They’ll essentially have a small power surge, but won’t gooffline. If they time it right, they won’t even notice the shuttle at all. Ifthey time it wrong, they’ll notice the shuttle but not its missing tracker.They’ll get by on looks. It’s actually…she takes a moment to be proud ofherself. It’s actually a pretty foolproof plan.

To her surprise, Kylo Ren agrees.

What’s more, they manage to pull it off. Even in two layersof gloves and a terribly restricting helmet, Kylo is a damn good pilot,managing to target the nearest waystation within microseconds of their jump outof hyperspace. Doesn’t even use the tracking systems. Is that how the Forceworks? Rose will have to ask Rey.

Or, well, she guesses she could ask Kylo. Once this is over.

Once they’re past the scanning range of the traffic stationsand have returned the oscillator to life support, they hang around in thecockpit, PPE’s half-peeled off with the arms tied at their waists. Just in casethey have to suit up again. Kylo taps on the ship’s cloaking and spools hisbody comfortably into the co-pilot’s chair.

“Shouldn’t you be—?” Rose asks, gesturing to the otherchair.

His eyes flicker to hers in confusion, then it clicks. “Iusually don’t, uh—”

“Oh,” she says. Huh.

He stiffens, “I can—”

“No, that’s fine.”

He coughs low in his throat, looking away and running a handthrough his hair. Scrunched up like this, he actually looks capable of feelingself-conscious. Scratch that, he does look self-conscious. Rose recognizes it,feels sympathetic to it, even against her better judgment.

Things have been changing fast, recently. She’s starting togive up on fighting it anymore.

“Also, uh, ‘shut up’? Seriously?”

He shoots her an indignant look.

It doesn’t frighten her at all. And from what she can tellthrough her steely and unwavering gaze, he can tell. His face softens just alittle in response.

“It’s been…” Silence stretches out as his gaze falls out offocus, swimming through the endless mid-distance of space.

“One hell of a week,” she says, “I know.”

He leans back and kicks his feet up on the console. “Ofcourse you do.”

[corseque]

OK, I have to ask: Reylo fic recommendations? :)

If You Be My Star, I’ll Be Your Sky (series) by Kyriadamorte (I’ve read a lot of fic and this is probably the closest I’ve found to canon, and ever since I’m just sitting here waiting impatiently for Kyriadamorte to write more fic *__*)

Undercover Adventures by orangelightsaber (ever since I found out that Adam Driver method acted that SNL skit the entire time in-character as Kylo Ren, (meaning that’s part of how he sees the character) it changed a lot for me. In a lot of ways, Matt the Radar Technician fic portrays Kylo Ren’s character the best, it’s very surprising (and at the same time, not surprising)).

Vestal by witchoil (the best the best the best, my heart)

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@laureljupiter

replied to your post

“i was trying to be quiet so i turned the faucet to hot thinking “hot...”

this makes a weird intuitive sense?

IT DOES. BUT WHY

[becausegoodbye]

I'm in two minds about this piece. On the one hand, it's pretty unsparing about going over the ways in which Whedon's been abusive, and it lays out well all the contradictions that his prevarications are riddled with. But it's also fixated on him as the protagonist of the story, the subject, the site of the most important psychodrama. Which is totally natural in a profile like this, but also why I tend to think that long-form profiles of abusers aren't the best way to understand their abusiveness. Still, there's probably something valuable in documenting the contradictions, because even now – with all these dozens of people telling stories that speak to the exact same patterns of cruelty and abuse – Joss Whedon still sits there in his airy well-appointed mansion and says that they're wrong.

Sure, he'll be performatively self-loathing in the abstract (the identification with Richard III, etc), but it's all hollow, as whenever it comes to the specifics of what he did, he either has a denial ('no way, that doesn't sound like me'), an excuse ('I was powerless to not do it'), or some tortured alternative explanation that puts the blame on someone else for misunderstanding him. At the absolute most, you get an anodyne 'I could have handled that better.' That's as far as all of that extravagant self-loathing actually gets him. There's no making himself sincerely accountable, no actual teshuva. There's just a storyteller, insulated with wealth, telling himself a story in which he can't possibly be the bad guy.

The part about how he felt he "had" to sleep with young actresses in his employ (that he was "powerless" to resist doing so) is so damning. You can only so totally blend 'wanting to' with 'needing to' when you have the power to get away with it. To pretend that this predatory freedom constitutes powerlessness is some truly deep bullshit: some of the most craven mental gymnastics imaginable. And the part about him dating a 22-year-old when he was 48, then him deliberately setting her up to have private drinks with "a friend he wanted her to meet", only for her to turn out to be Whedon's other secret girlfriend ... God, it's just all the most grubby little power-plays.

People can have complex PTSD and not do this shit, which means that PTSD can't be invoked as the cause of it. It can influence the shape and form of the abuse, sure, but it isn't the explanatory silver bullet people sometimes want it to be. This is fundamentally a story of a man who, upon gaining power over people (and especially women), found that he thrilled at lording that power over them – found himself liking how he could use them to satisfy his crueller and more egoistic impulses – but protected himself from this self-realisation through a fundamentally fraudulent conception of himself as powerless.

I've learned never to underestimate the extent to which people will doggedly keep their sympathies with the abuser, so I'm sure there are people who'll be able to read it and think 'poor guy'. But it's all there for anyone who cares to see it for what it is.

[itspileofgoodthings]

laureljupiter replied to your post:

But one of these days I'm gonna wriggle up on dry land

MOOD

[witchoil]

I’ve decided this year for Christmas I am going to buy my dad a set of books that screams “reconsider your fascist tendencies NOW,” mostly out of spite but also out of a slim hope that he will actually read them. Any recommendations?

[antigoneburied]

tagged by @sarahsoph thank u for tagging me!

rule: we’re snooping on ur music so put your library on shuffle and list the first 10 songs before choosing 10 victims. 

1) simmer by hayley williams 2) last forest by torres 3) soft shock by yeah yeah yeahs 4) bad vibes by k.flay 5) retrograde by james blake 6) deliverance by CHVRCHES 7) blindness by metric 8) buzzcut season by lorde 9) fall in love by phantogram 10) funny business by alice merton

tagging: @asthenica , @philtatos , @unsollved , @theminiummark , @vulcanyounot , @spocksings , @nevertrustanelf , @laureljupiter , @mygrandmathinksimsassy , and @africaneuropean

[theyhaveacavetroll]

I was tagged by @thomas-hamilton. Thanks!

Rules: Tag 8 people who you want to know better

Name/Alias: Meg

Birthday: September 22nd (Sunday!)

Zodiac sign: Virgo

Height: 5′7″ (1.70m)

Hobbies: I don’t know if I could be said to have hobbies really anymore? Writing used to be a hobby but does it count if it’s in pursuit of publication? Reading counts I guess.

Favorite colors: blue, purple, platinum

Last song listened to: Northwest Passage by Stan Rogers

Last Film I watched: Bartok the Magnificent

Inspiration: You know all those characters who go through horrible, tragic events and then get up and keep going and make the conscious decision to still be good? Them.

Meaning behind your URL:

*points up* see that red hair? That.

Currently reading: Crisis in the Red Zone by Richard Preston and Deadly Feasts by Richard Rhodes

Lipstick or Chapstick: neither, I really hate having stuff on my lips.

Dream job: Honestly, I’m not sure anymore. I’ve tossed around a lot of professions, tried on some of them, and I’m having trouble finding a good fit. Maybe someone could pay me to have intelligent debates about history with them? 

Top three ships: Thomas Hamilton/James McGraw/Miranda Hamilton, Charles Vane/Madi, and Thorin Oakenshield/Bilbo Baggins

Tagging @laureljupiter, @yourgaydads, and anyone else who wants! No pressure - if you’d rather not, that’s fine!

[sl-walker]

Tag Game

Rules: answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people

tagged by @cuzosu-blog

Nickname: Steff

zodiac: Taurus

height: 5′9″

last movie i saw: Aquaman

last thing i googled: Medical stuff.

fave musician: I couldn’t even start to narrow it down.

song stuck in my head: Shockingly, none at the moment.

other blogs: AO3, pillowfort, Dreamwidth

followers: 272

following: 213

amount of sleep: About 8 hours

lucky number: 414

dream job: Anything that I enjoy doing, but doesn’t burn me out, and that pays enough to get my kids through school and lets me not worry.

what i’m wearing: Jeans, t-shirt, leather jacket.

favorite food: Steak

can i play an instrument: Slide trombone, through high school

language: Enochian.  Heh.

fave songs: I honestly couldn’t pick just one, but I do love Springsteen.

random fact: I’m doing this instead of writing. >.<

describe urself in aesthetic things: Steel, leather and books.

Tagging (no pressure as always) @doorsclosingslowly, @ajax-daughter-of-telamon, @deepseacritter, @heartofilum, @kierkegarden, @laureljupiter, @nusaran, @quousque, @socially-awkward-supervillian, @sarayburnu, @xiamei-sami, @xenowlsome

[urcadelimabean]

I was tagged by @ellelan for 5 random facts ❤️

1. I know how to build an igloo and I've done it twice. I'm way too proud of this.

2. I'm obsessed with the way night air smells especially in the summer and fall

3. I associate colors with numbers and letters.

4. I never came out to my twin because we both just correctly assumed 🤣

5. I feel like dyeing the ends of my hair emerald green.....I feel the need to do something crazy. I'm never impulsive.

Tagging @randomishnickname @laureljupiter @zwergenmaedchen @sunneinsplendor @brynnmclean @lukearnold @medusinestories @not-a-princess-but-a-queen @lustforlife13 @riisinaakka

[corseque]

I got frustrated cause people didn’t like it when I talked about how large details of Inquisition’s characters were molded around the fact that Solas was in that game. Like they didn’t like the merest thought that most characters (even in part) worked as a foil. If you just simply watch the Making Of Inquisition Characters recap video they made, they just openly talk about how they started out with 3 for-sure characters (Varric, Cass, and Solas (and Cass and Varric were there as familiar faces/returning characters from DA2, so Solas was the first New Character they came up with)) and THEN invented the rest of the 6 characters to contrast and suit what they already had, and the larger story they had in mind about the “Old Wolf”. That’s how it happened. They knew what the plot and major movers and shakers were, and the other characters were given certain details to match or contrast for thematic reasons, it’s not a value judgment or me making stuff up to make my fave seem important, it’s just facts about how they wrote it

[witchoil]

@laureljupiter replied to your post “curriebelle: hey nerds if u were gonna give me a D&D race and class...”

tiefling bard/paladin split

honored and happily chuffed @ all of this, especially the tiefling bit

[weirdnaturalscience]

@laureljupiter OMG (i looked it up and it's an asteroid but STILL)

[caracalliope]

Current 5-10 Songs Tagged Game

Tagged by @rinkafushi like, a while ago. <3333 I am finally having a music-listening week! Here we go. 

1. Destiny’s Child - Say My Name

I never saw or heard this when it first came out, and I find it very catchy and also fascnating. Like, how much of a failure IS that guy?? Why does every Destiny’s Child live in a monochrome home? Why is Kelly so hot?!?? We just don’t know.

2. Arctic Monkeys - You Know I’m No Good

I blame this one on @tobermoriansass! They covered Amy Winehouse and did it v well, A++ choice, would listen to on loop, and also have.

3. Against Me! - Shivers

Morbid, catchy, and also there are moods when you just want to sing about your spiiiiiiiii~~iiiiii~iiiiiiiiiine.

4. Pentatonix - Mary, Did You Know?

This song gives me an indecent number of feelings, and is a great soundtrack for attempting to write mommy kink.

5. The Mountain Goats - Going to Hungary

we touched down in budapest headed straight for the motel rooom and got undressed [...] we headed out, sweat drying on our bodies and i got all sentimental we were heading straight to hell in a lincoln continental

Unrealistic choice of car model, realistic choice of destination.

Tag people: ONLY IF YOU WANT TO, @gemilemon, @egelantier, @pitchblende-viridia, @sidewaystime, @laureljupiter, @withinadream27, @tobermoriansass!