#too much caf no sleep and lots of ranting

[trrenchertrash]

Padme Amidala, Anakin Skywalker, Yennefer of Venegerberg, Gerald of Riva, Jon Snow, Daenerys Targaryen

give me 6 characters and I’ll tell you who i would:

push off a cliff: jon snow

kiss: geralt

marry: yennefer

set on fire: daenerys targaryen (obviously bc she won’t burn)

wrap a blanket around: anakin skywalker

be roommates with: padme amidala

[starsail]

Lol, this meme probably won't catch on, but

What If Members of Your Fav Band Were Star Wars Characters?

Describe them (and if someone's already done your fav band, it's ok to do it again)! You can use my description format or come up with your own. :-) Are they Jedi? Sith? Bounty hunters? Smugglers? Hutts? Senators? Adorkable baby aliens?

Nirvana (Jedi power trio, of course!):

Kurt - Jedi Strengths: Empathy and compassion guide him and he makes really good decisions in tough situations. Powerful under pressure. Good at meditation when he puts his mind to it. Some force-healing skills. A good leader of people who understands how his actions can influence others towards good or evil. Weaknesses: Most in danger of succumbing to his dark side, but fellow Jedi Krist and Dave keep him on an even keel. Sometimes has frightening fits of rage where he chops up inanimate objects with his light saber. Combat Skills: Scary fast and agile in close combat, he pulls lots of crazy moves that bewilder his opponents. Ridiculous light saber skills. Strong in the force and not afraid to use it.

Krist - Jedi Strengths: Great political debater and organiser, not shy to get involved in political situations and comes up with intelligent solutions to problems. Slow to anger. Brave and will just jump right into the action to help others, very kind and thoughtful. Good at the Jedi mind trick. Weaknesses: Starts doing dangerous light saber tricks when he's drunk, sometimes joins Kurt in a bad mood, rants and raves endlessly about local dark side practitioners he dislikes. Combat Skills: Prefers to use diplomacy until the bitter end, only uses light saber when forced to. Always has the high ground. Can run super fast due to long-ass legs. Often intimidates opponents with his size to the point that they just give up without a fight.

Dave - Jedi Strengths: A true diplomat, he can talk his way out of almost any situation and broker agreements between factions that otherwise can't stand each other. More stable than his nutty friends and saves their crazy asses from time to time. Great with younglings and they all adore him. Weaknesses: Sometimes uses Jedi powers to play practical jokes. Uses waaaay too much caf and drives people nuts. This also has the side effect of making him move objects with the force in his sleep. Combat Skills: Absurd energy levels and stamina--this is the Jedi that runs rings around everyone else after they've exhausted themselves. Extremely strong, can cut a person in half with one strike.

[unstoppableforcce]

what we do now that it’s over (3)

alt. title: war happened. emotions happened. they’re in love and I’m making it cannon myself

finnpoe / stormpilot

this episode ft. some more angst and lots of soft ! check it out on my ao3 - relliot

still accepting requests between works - r.e.

The bright light woke him immediately, he feared it was the sun, that he had slept outside the entire night, covered in bugs and sweat and everything he feared when he agreed to come to Yavin with Poe.

But it wasn’t dawn, just the automatic porch lights when they sensed motion.

“I told you I was fine, so you stayed up for me?”

Finn blinked, still trying to make out the shadowy shape out of the intense lights. The voice was just raspy enough that he couldn’t place it to Poe right away, not until his mop of curls came into view and his face finally illuminated.

He coughed, cracking his neck, groaning in discomfort. “I needed to say something…”

“Get up, come on.”

He almost didn’t want to let him help him up, but Poe was fully awake and functioning while he was, at best, a tired slump of himself. Poe took his arm and slung it over his shoulder, the two of them walking together into the house, both in silent agreement to keep their footsteps quiet as Kes was asleep downstairs.

Poe was particularly grateful for the silence, knowing that if Finn had something to say, he was going to hear about, and he wanted to avoid that for as long as possible.

By the time they hit the stairs, Finn was awake enough to walk on his own, but he couldn’t bring himself to mentioning it, to pull from Poe as they slinked upstairs. He set him down on the makeshift bed in the loft, pulling back briefly and sighing, hands on his hips as he glanced back down the hall to see Rey in the other bedroom already asleep, then back to Finn.

“I shouldn’t make you sleep out here, you can take the other bed-”

“I just fell asleep on a porch; I think this is a luxury.” Finn fought back, rubbing over his chin and the stubble growing there.

Poe stopped himself from saying anything else, going through a similar motion with another sigh.

Finn wanted to say everything he had planned to say, to sympathize and get him better… It was too late, they were both too tired, Poe barely looked awake, much less attentive.

It was going to have to wait.

Finn broke the silence. “We’re going out to the Force Tree in the morning?”

“Yeah, I think, you know, Rey seemed excited for it…”

“Right, yeah, good.”

Poe nodded along, incapable of anything else as a yawn ripped through him.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” Finn added, kicking out of his boots, releasing Poe from the conversation.

The next light he saw was the actual rise of the sun, beading through the windows of where he slept, sparkling through the fabrics strewn about. It was a much nicer surface to wake up on, his muscles groaned but not nearly as uncomfortable as he had been when he woke up in the middle of the night.

He threw his legs over the side of the bed and sighed, just as he heard a soft patter of feet coming to where he sat. It was Rey, looking an adorable mix between sleepy and well-rested, and she had remembered to change into separate clothes to sleep in, unlike himself.

“Morning…” She chimed, halfway through tying her hair up into her normal knotted style. “I saw you outside last night, but I figured you’d make your way inside.”

“Yeah…” He chuckled out, just as a much heavy set of steps made their way into the room from the other side.

Poe looked even worse than yesterday, if he had gotten any sleep at all, he didn’t look it.

“Morning,” Rey added again with a soft smile.

“Yeah, morning.” He sighed, positioning his hands back onto his hips. “You guys good to head out after we eat?”

They both nodded and he joined in with him.

“I’m sure my dad’s already up and cooked, I’ll change and meet you down there.” He spoke again, almost entirely to Rey, not even glancing down to Finn once as he spoke before turning away.

Rey raised a brow, but Finn shook his head, neither of them saying anything, just turning back to their respective sectors to change their clothes and meet Kes downstairs.

Poe was right, he was cooking, and looked like he had been for a while, a full meal prepped for them and waiting on the table while he sipped at his caf.

Rey and Finn sat down, waited for Poe but when he didn’t come down in the first few minutes, they began eating, and eventually, he sauntered down the stairs, grabbed a plate and leaned against the counter.

“I’m excited for you to see the Tree, Rey, and you, Finn, I’ve heard it’s an incredible experience for force users.”

“Oh, I’m not a Jedi.” Finn defended; a cheek full of food.

“That’s not what Poe says, heard you’re great with a saber and-”

He dropped his fork to his plate with a clatter and shook his head, trying to laugh it off but no one around the table was buying it. “Yeah, but I’m not like Rey.”

“My mistake…” Kes said carefully, downing the rest of his caf and shrugging. “You should probably get going if you want to beat the suns.”

Poe nodded, bending over the table to collect plates and walking them over to the kitchen while Rey tied up the laces on her boots, Finn doing the same. “We’ll be back by sundown; do you need anything else?”

“I’m going to walk the Belken, set the droids out in the fields…”

“Well if you need anything-”

“Go.”

So, they did. Poe leading the way with a pack thrown over his shoulder, trekking out the front door and heading out

Yavin was nothing if not beautiful. It was a one body wide path, so they hiked in a line, first Poe, then Finn, then Rey, almost completely in silence as the natural noises of the jungle around began to drown out even their thoughts.

The sun barely threaded the dense canopy of leaves above them, stray beams cutting through and sparkling across their very quickly sweating bodies. Eventually, the foliage on either side of the well-worn if not slightly overgrown path faded back some, leaving just enough room two people now. Finn took a few extra long steps until he settled into step alongside Poe.

They were each quiet, but Poe was noticeably stewing in his own personal hell.

They couldn’t stay. They just couldn’t any longer.

Poe didn’t even notice him coming up alongside him, that was how out of it he was. Finn passed a gentle nod back over his shoulder and Rey got the message, slowing her step and giving them some distance.

“We need to talk.” Finn tried at first in a whisper but after a few beats, repeated at a more audible volume, getting Poe to snap his head back his way.

“Talk about what?” He chuckled, rubbing the sweat off his brow with one swipe of his wrist wrapped with a scarf.

“Whatever the hell is going on with you…”

“Nothing is-”

“Okay, you can’t keep pretending you’re fine but ever since we got here you’ve been acting different-”

“I haven’t-”

“Can you let me finish?” Finn snapped, enough for even Rey to raise an eyebrow at even if she kept her mouth shut and her eyes down like she wasn’t paying attention.

Poe only bit his tongue and raised his hands gently in surrender, not much, but enough.

“Listen, we came here because the war is over and we can slow down, we need a break, we need a chance to figure it all out and you’ve just been boiling.” He sighed out, bringing them to a stop on the path, Rey no longer pretending to be chasing butterflies. She was paying as much attention as Finn, neither of them ignoring it now.

“He’s got you in on this too, the both of you conspiring against me-” Poe rambled out, barely capable of forming the words on his tongue as everything continued to biol under his skin, turning him red and it wasn’t from the heat. “I’m fine and the two of you need to start worrying about yourselves.”

“Poe…” Rey sighed, stepping forward and placing a gentle hand on his shoulder which he hit away like swatting a fly. “We don’t know what’s going on and we just want to-”

“This is a lot coming from you.”

He was crying now, trying desperately to pretend he wasn’t, but he couldn’t help himself, the tears hot on his face as he shifted on his feet, the beams of sunlight splattering his face in a bright yellow. He couldn’t stop himself now, he just couldn’t.

“You said it yourself, we came here to slow down, and you’ve spent the entire time watching me because you can’t do what you’re telling me to do… to realize you have to figure out what you’re going to do now that it’s over too.” Poe ranted out, pushing his finger into Finn’s chest, stuttering him back a step. They could read the regret on his face, but he didn’t stop, he couldn’t.

Finn and Rey exchanged a look but before either of them could form a rebuttal, he redirected to Rey.

“You still won’t even tell us what happened to you on Exegol, which is fine…” He rubbed his brow, “We don’t know each other that well, I don’t expect it, but it’s clearly weighing on. So, you guys don’t get to come after me. You don’t.”

No one knew what to do, least of all Poe. He expended every last ounce of his energy by shouting at them and now he couldn’t meet their eyes. Blowing out a breath, he shook his head and turned away, continuing down the path. By himself.

Rey followed first, keeping her eyes down and continuing the silent march. After a few seconds and a deep and shuddering breath, Finn did the same. They were all lost in their thoughts the entire rest of the hike, now finding themselves grateful for the gentle hum of the jungle.

By the time they reached a small bridge, Poe was already waiting for them, a small stream flowing underneath it. But he didn’t want to talk, he waited just long enough for them to catch up, then continued, going right from the bridge and following the path for a few more minutes before reaching the end of the path, the end of the Dameron property.

It was like a breath of fresh air rushing through their bones, through their hair, through every inch, every atom of their being. Rey got a whiff of it when they first got there, but that was faint, like a gentle breeze, this was a full-blown tornado force of feeling. It was in the air, it was all around, it was breathtaking and rejuvenating all at once.

And Finn could feel it all too. Rey was immersed in it, but he could still feel it.

Even Poe couldn’t ignore it, they didn’t know what he was feeling but his whole disposition had still changed. He slowed down, he softened. This kind of power? Force-sensitive or not, it could be felt.

It was an extensive tree, an intricate design, towering into the treetops, much bigger than Poe remembered from when he was a kid, from the last time he was out here.

Rey’s breath caught as she slowly approached it, coming up next to Poe as they both inched towards the base. She stepped carefully over the thick roots, ripping off her gloves and outstretching her hand for the wood. Poe did the same but with slightly less caution, much more familiar as he drew his fingers over it.

Finn squatted next to one of the largest roots bulging out of the dirt, laying his hand down soft onto it. The feeling was there, and it was unlike anything he had ever felt before.

But his finger ran over a groove, following along a curve that caught his eye as soon as he glanced down.

A small P engraved, not well, sharp edges, it must have been a knife…

“My father yelled so loud when he found that…” Poe mused. Finn glanced up just long enough to catch that Poe had been looking his way, staring even, pulling away as soon as he caught him, both of them turning back to the tree. “I was young, eight or nine I think… trying to feel something more, I don’t know…”

They both kept quiet, not knowing whether the story was over or not and not wanting him to retract further into himself.

“I haven’t been back out here since then.” Poe chuckled to himself, pulling his hand away and walking down further to where the roots dipped into the stream, the two of them electing to follow as he collapsed down into the dirt. “It wasn’t even a year after my mother died.”

Finn gave Rey another nod and she gave one back, retreating to the tree which was calling her to do just that.

He sat down on a rock opposite Poe, his boots tipping into the humming water as it flowed past.

“Everything changed after she died.” He wasn’t crying. He was unnaturally stiff and maintaining a painfully stern stare off into the water a few feet below.

“Poe…”

“I got out of here as fast as I could. And there’s just this… there’s this guilt, it’s heavy, it’s weighing me down and it’s been there for years…” He scoffed, reaching to his neck and grabbing the ring around the chain hanging there, tugging it gently back and forth. “I thought winning the war… I thought it would all go away…”

“But it’s worse.” Finn sighed with a nod to faint that Poe wouldn’t have been able to see it even if he was looking that way instead of into the water.

“It’s so much worse…”

He reached over and grabbed his hand, the one not holding tight to the necklace but resting on his knee. Poe glanced down to his grip on his hand, to the calloused skin that held tight to his own. A deep breath in, deep breath out.

He pulled away. He didn’t want to, but he had to.

“I guess we’re all still trying to figure it out.” Poe let out one last ragged sigh. “Figure out what we’re going to be now that we can be anything…”

He finally looked up and met Finn’s stare, so soft, eyebrows furrowed out of concern and chapped lips jutted out in a near pout. Poe’s stubble had progressed to a ragged beard by this point, not full yet, but a few days and it wouldn’t be a surprise at the rate it was growing. And the bags under his eyes, they were caving into his face, he was a ghost of himself.

Finn didn’t imagine he looked much better. He wasn’t getting any more sleep than Poe was, his head just as wrecked by being here, or at least half as wrecked watching Poe spiral so much.

“Well, Rey seems to have it all figured out at least…” Finn laughed out, swiping a hand under his nose with a futile attempt to melt away the heavy tension.

They both glanced back up to Rey and sure enough, she was levitating by the tree, rocks spinning around in a gentle blur.

“Nah… I think we’re all stuck.” Poe sighed, grabbing a stone and rolling it down into the water, making a light splash. “And I don’t think we can go anywhere until we figure it out.”

“Just don’t forget we’re here.” Finn smiled softly, extending his hand for the water Poe kept in his pack and he obliged. “You don’t have to do this alone.”

Poe passed over his bottle and huffed, other hand still hanging around the ring on his neck. He licked his bottom lip and sucked it back in briefly before looking back to Finn.

“Yeah, I know…”