7 May 2017

kjata: (when you're hiding in your fear)
Sometimes I lie to myself because it’s the only way to do a thing I want to do. If I focus on how hard the thing will be, how scary it seems, I’d stay stuck in place forever. I’ve been tricking my anxiety for years, and mostly I think I win. I may feel like a failure inside my screwed-up brain, but I’m still moving forward. I might not feel the achievements as they occur, but they do exist. I hope one day I can celebrate my successes, but I’m not going to wait for that day. I choose to live, too.

Marisa Siegel, in today's Daily Rumpus Email: An Uphill Climb to I'm Not Sure Where
kjata: star wars (mechanized brothels in the)
Star Wars Ep VII: TFA
Poe Dameron/Finn
7k words; T for Teen
Written for the 2017 May The 4th Exchange

There's no pain when Finn wakes up from taking a lightsaber to the back, just a woozy swoop and dip from all the meds in his IV and his first time seeing a Wookie doctor. He's fully cognisant for all of ten minutes before they put him under again, and when they let him wake up this time the entire Resistance has moved house from D'Qar to D'Way.

"You've got to be kidding me," he croaks at some pilot standing there, a short, light-skinned woman wearing long braids who looks like she wants to be anywhere else.

"It was Poe's joke, don't piss on the messenger," she says, then wrinkles her nose in reconsideration. "Or throw your bed pan at me."


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hark! The only time I will (probably) ever write Stormpilot!
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