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For the "Send me an ask with the first sentence of a fanfic and I’ll write the next five."
"The pitter-patter hum of the force shield was still humming in the back of his skull."
Thank you for the prompt! Hope you like this ficlet! :D
The pitter-patter hum of the force shield was still humming in the back of his skull.
Closing his eyes, Rex inhaled through his nose before exhaling slowly through his mouth in an attempt to calm himself.
It was over.
He was back on The Resolute.
Curling into a ball, Rex dug fingers into his head, broken nails catching the scruffy blond curls.
The humming didn’t stop.
some fools be like “i play games to escape my responsibilities” then pick tank or healer
in my greatest fantasies i am able to help people
In my fantasies I can prevent people from being hurt, even if it means I get hurt in their stead.
In my fantasies i dont have to know how to aim
Speaking of "kill your darlings," I promised y'all a scene that got axed once Chapter 4 went up, so have this AU version of Cody's return to the Negotiator:
People are fretting about the "sexuality" of people riding bikes naked at pride and as someone who was once at the Farmer's Market with family without realizing it was World Naked Bike Ride day I have to say: who the fuck sees that and gets horny instead of thinking about how awful it'd be if they crashed. I know I'm ace but if you look at a dicks out bicycle rider and think sex thoughts instead of FRETTING for that dick, being CONCERNED about the lack of safety precautions for that dick, thinking with horror about the pavement beneath, I don't know what to say
Tibanna Squad wanted a holo of them all, but Ahsoka had a better idea!
What? No I am totally normal about my friends ocs
*I trip and hundreds of photos of their ocs flood out of my pockets*
Okay listen-
I know the Star Wars extended universe treats “spice” like it’s this big scary drug, but I kind of like to imagine that it’s basically just space weed, and the only reason Han got in trouble with the Imperials over Jabba’s cargo is that he was evading import tariffs.
If we’re just looking at mentions in the original trilogy, is there evidence it’s even a drug and not something you put on bland food to make it taste like something? What if Han was just carrying a cargo of like cilantro, mint, etc, none of which grow on Tattooine and are thus highly expensive and heavily taxed commodities?
I am fully prepared to believe that the infamous Han Solo ended up in a life-or-death vendetta with the most notorious crime lord in the galaxy because somebody didn’t want to declare taxes on three thousand kilos of cilantro.
Every who pays a certain amount of attention to Star Wars knows this story already, but I was lucky enough to hear it recounted first-hand last year, so I’m gonna give it yet another retelling.
So The Husband and I were at Sci-fi Weekender (a British based annual Sci-fi and Fantasy convention) last year, and one of the guests that year was Kevin J Anderson, one of the very notable Star Wars Expanded Universe writers. During one of the events, a quiet little interview in a cafe on the event site, he fielded a question from an audience member about what it was like to write for a franchise like Star Wars which often had lots of cooks working on one broth, and he had the following to say (wording recounted as best as I can from memory):
“So in one of my stories, Han Solo, he, he travels to this asteroid planet called Kessel, which is where a lot of Spice comes from, these Spice Mines of Kessel, and I got to really describe the effects of this Spice, this terrible drug and the addiction and all this and before publication I get this call, I get this call from the lawyers, and they say “Kevin, you say in this story that Spice is a drug, you can’t say that, you can’t say that Spice is a drug”, and I say “What? What do you mean it’s not a drug, of course it’s a drug”, and they say “Han Solo used to smuggle Spice, and you cannot, let us be clear, you cannot imply that the Hero of Star Wars used to be a drug dealer”. And I just stood there, at a loss for words, and I eventually said “So what is it then?” and they said to me, very sternly, “It’s a food-additive”. Now, now obviously this is ridiculous, and I won’t back down, and they won’t back down, and none of us will back down, and the book is very close to getting pulled, which I don’t want because I worked hard on it and they don’t want because they already paid me the advance, and eventually, with this great air of superiority they say “OK Kevin, we’ll take this to the top. WE’LL TAKE THIS TO GEORGE”. And they go to all this trouble, this was a long while ago when such things were not so easy to arrange, they go to all this trouble to set up a conference call with all of them and me and with George Lucas and they say “George, Kevin is trying to say in his new book that Spice is a drug, it’s a food additive, tell him it’s not a drug, George”. And there’s this long silence on the other end of the line and eventually George says “It is a drug, though. It’s, it’s a drug, it’s a food-additive? What? Of course it a drug, it’s space heroin, what else would it be? What?” And that was then end of that.“
(chortling)
…This happens in other IPs too. But that story’s hard to beat. :)
Of course Spice is a drug: have you seen what it does to people’s eyes?
And let’s not get into the effects of prolonged use…
when a mutuals struggling but you know you can’t say anything to help so you just like their post and hope they know they’re not alone
