did i already tag star wars

May, the 4th

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Word Count: 570

Warnings: None, just some fluff

A/N: Just a little thing I whipped up for May the 4th (be with you). It has not been proofread… sooo…. Sorry about that, guys. No, I could not resist the Supernatural quote. Kudos to you if you can spot it. IT’S STILL THE 4TH WHERE I AM GUYS (but sorry this is so late in it… whoops). Gif is not mine.

“I have to go, love.” Poe was leaving on another mission. I knew he didn’t like leaving me behind, but I’d been injured on my last mission and was still grounded and ordered bedrest.

“I know.” I didn’t really know what else I could say. I mean, yeah I was restless, but I didn’t want to take my frustration out on him. “I’ll miss you.” He chuckled at that, though it seemed to be more of a choked-back version of a full laugh. What he didn’t seem to get was that I could feel the laughter coursing through him since his arm was holding me to his side.

“You do realize this will only take a few hours, right? I’ll be back before dinner!”

“A few hours is a long time when I can’t get up to do anything, fly boy!” Flushing, I poked his side playfully.

“Hey, I’m sorry, I’m soRRY.” He held his hands up in surrender, but his voice got louder when I had poked him again. “I’ll miss you too. But I really gotta get up.”

“I guess… May the force be with you. And good luck.” With that, I stretched up and pressed my lips to his. “I love you, you goofball.”

“I love you too, silly.” Poe tugged me gently back into the kiss, his hand sliding up and into my hair before he pulled away. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Go save the world, Dameron.” He grinned, kissing my forehead. Walking backwards toward the door, he kept making faces at me as the grown five-year-old went through the door, blowing a final kiss.


See, the downside of not being able to get out of bed (not only was I on bedrest, but I was physically incapable of standing on my own) was that I couldn’t tell when the squadron got back. Naturally, this increased the stress, which increased my tiredness, so I had fallen into a bit of a nap. Alright, so I was dead to the world. Close enough.

Back to the point, the first indication I had that Poe had gotten home was when his hand on my shoulder had me bolting upright.

“Whoa, easy, tiger.”

“Poe?”

“Who else?” In the space of a heartbeat, I was in his arms, though I didn’t remember who moved first. He may have only been gone for six hours, forty-seven minutes, and twenty-one seconds (not that I was counting), but I had missed having him with me. After all, he’d become a near constant presence after my injury in addition to being my boyfriend, so it was weird not having him there.

“How’d it go?” I asked, my voice muffled by his jacket.

“Piece of cake. Everything went just how it was supposed to, for once.” We both chuckled at that as he moved onto the bed again, maneuvering himself so that I was lying half across him.

“That’s good. Wish I could’ve been there to see it.”

“Hey, you’ll be flying again in no time, just you watch.” His voice came out muffled by my hair, and he pressed a kiss to my head before continuing. “In celebration of this momentous occasion, how about you and I just lay here and take a nap, hmmm?”

“Mmm, I like this idea.” Of course I did. Sleep had already half-taken over again with his warm arms wound around me.

So, nap we did.


Forever Tags: @riddikulus-obsessions 

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The fic itself is a bit much for me, but the basic premise of “Mini Clones” is a straight shot directly up my alley, because shrinking is actually my favorite fandom trope second only to de-aging :Dc

The armor is still pretty half-assed, but at least it’s half an ass better than nothing but phase I shinies. Edit: Aaaaand I put Fives in Echo’s armor. Smooth.

Chaste Desires On Heavenly Beauty Bound
Chapter 10/12
Wordcount: ~750
Rating: T
Summary: The Twelve Days of ObiDala. (Yes, really.) There is a vague overarching narrative of falling in love playing out over these oneshots, but I’m also messing around with AUs and all sorts of platonic and unconditional emotion too.

Excerpt, this part (canon era): “Time is our enemy,” Obi-Wan had said, as he stared down at the planet during their approach from orbit, already, as he so often did, looking further into their futures than she could ever fathom. The time since the last invasion, he says, long enough ago that the citizens have forgotten what it is like to live under siege. The time, already so devastating, since this new disaster, so overwhelming, so likely not only to create resistance heroes but to send the vast majority of decent beings fleeing physically and mentally towards any place and any state in which they think themselves safe and alone.  

The diminishing time the two of them have before they are worn too ragged to be of any use. 

Now, two weeks into a battle during which, every day, she finds herself blinking in dumbfounded silence at the rubble of a building she can conjure out of the air in her mind, perfect and whole and its colors illuminated by sunlight, she feels them both cracking at their cores.

It’s been well over a year since I updated this series, and this isn’t much more than a little tag of sorts for the previous part; just trying to flex my writing muscles again. It’s been hard recently. :-/

With @izzyovercoffee outlining issues with other fan constructions of clone in Mando'a (see this post), I put forward eyayad.

It’s from the noun echo, eyayah, and literally translates to something “one who is an echo [of another]”. It captures the prime-clone relationship relatively well, the clone recalls the prime but isn’t an exact replication in the way an echo does an originating sound. It’s also neutrally toned, maybe even a little sentimental in my opinion. And it’s a lovely, pretty poetic term, and I like that about it.

As for verbs, I’d simply propose using “to echo”. To clone, to copy, and similar are synonyms, and Mando'a already relegates so much to context that I find it feasible that synonym usage can be handled similarly. There isn’t a verb form of echo given to us by Traviss, but I’d imagine it’s a simple eyayahir, eyaya'ir or eyayir, I suppose depending on what one finds most natural, accounting for regional or dialectical variations (assuming echo is identical across the board). Context simply carries the word if one means “to echo”, “to copy”, or “to clone [a living being]”.

Eight for Eight - TAG

Answer 8 questions, tag 8 people. I was tagged by @thenorns-themoirai thanks sister! 

Last movie I watched: Star Wars: The Force Awakens

Last song I listened to: Redbone by Childish Gambino

Last book I read: Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown

Last thing I ate: An apple

Where would you like to time travel to: Ancient Greece period

Fictional character I would hang out with for a day: Hanna Marin from Pretty Little Liars

If I could be anywhere right now where would I be: I’m good with where I am at the moment

Current fandom obsession: Ivar’s Heathen Army of course!

I tag : I think everybody already did it but if not consider yourself as tagged!

GET TO KNOW ME TAG

Tagged by @savageorcacaptain

Tag 20 followers: idek 20 ppl lol @brickerbeetle @majoringinsarcasm @iwa-do-me-hajime @bokuho @lifeandwhaleshark @redeyessharplies @yurihoplisetsky @makoto-in-the-sea @microwaveable-kitty if youve been tagged already im sorryyyy

Nicknames: <<VoDkA>>, Rin, Seji

Zodiac sign: Sagittarius

Height: 5′0″

Last thing you googled: ‘How Italians’ meme

Favorite music artist: the Adicts

Originally posted by madness-strange-ideas

Song stuck in your head: Dance Dance till you’re ded

Last movie you watched: A silent voice, go watch so you can cry.

Originally posted by mirayama

What are you wearing right now: Star wars boxers and a black shirt that says Genius

Why did you choose your URL: well, just for Rin, and then the daddy inside joke, but then i started to rp daddy kink and ppl now call me daddy so there you go lol

What did your last relationship teach you: That there are people who just want your body and will say anything to get it.

Religious or Spiritual: Spiritual i guess, i’m wiccan

Favorite color: blood red, teal, dark green, gold, pastels

Average hours of sleep: 5 - 8

Lucky number: 3

Favorite characters: Sousuke Yamazaki, Rin Matsuoka, 707, Joker, Midousuji.

How many blankets do you sleep with: a sheet or none, maybe 1 in the winter

Dream job: costume designer / props design for major films.

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Star Wars aesthetics (1/?) — Sgt. A’den Skirata

You noticed any pension plans or retirement facilities? Attended any career resettlement courses, did you?