Hello, if you’re reading this and you have a loved one with Bipolar Disorder, please please cheer them on. Even if all they did today was get out of bed. Even if all they did today was talk your ear off. Even if all they did today was go back and forth between crying and shopping. We’re trying our best and fighting our hardest.
What started out as a hopeless/pathetic fangirl pitching idea to a local band turned into a massive ZOMGWTFBBQ moment as the band that’s been with me throughout my teenage years REPLIED TO ME ON TWITTER WITH HOPES OF PLAYING IN THIS LITTLE LAND
THAT’S THE REPLY I COULD COME UP WITH ORZ I AM SO SORRY
BUT OMG OMG OMG
YOU CAN FIND COMPASSION HERE BUT THE PAGE TURNS TOO FAST
I was trying to write something else and this happened instead. Untitled, 2000 words, set shortly after Poe defects to the Resistance, a little while before the events of the film, well before the events of the story I’m working on. A discussion with a mechanic on the care and maintenance of astromech droids. I meant this to be cute, but, TW for mention of droid abuse.
“You know,” Goss Toowers said, leaning in the doorway, “our mechanics are equipped to work on astromechs too.”
Poe glanced up at the Shozer mechanic, caught flat-footed; he had BB-8’s sensor array all spread out on a dropcloth in front of him, and it was clear as anything he was doing his own maintenance work, and he hadn’t planned on rubbing it in anyone’s face exactly, but this was a little bit irregular.
Great start to working with the Resistance, champ, he told himself. Very diplomatic.
“I, ah,” he said. He set the multitool in his hand down carefully. He was a bit nervous as a mechanic, especially with sensitive stuff like this; he always had to lay it out carefully and then constantly re-check and keep everything in relative position so he remembered where it went to put it back together. “You know, you guys have enough to do, keeping up with all the dumb shit I do to the damn craft, I figured, I’d just do the shit I know how to do and not bother you unless it was really a problem.”
Shozer facial expressions were hard to read, since they were big reptilian things; Poe really hoped this guy wasn’t as disgruntled as he looked.
“Fair enough,” Goss said. “But we’ve all been wanting a look at that little astro of yours, he’s different.”
“BB-8 is one of a kind,” Poe said, and it was a defensive catchphrase. He had a reputation for spoiling his droid, for being inappropriately indulgent of the thing, but it was all a pretty calculated plan, which he camouflaged by being really flippant about it. “And um. My mom never let me have a pet so I’ve kind of. Done all the things you’re not supposed to do.”
Goss made an alarming noise, but it was pretty clearly a laugh. “Pilots always fuck up their astromechs,” he said, “we’re used to it. What’s yours do now?”
“Ehm,” Poe said. “Well, I mean. I’m just cleaning the sensor array, I think the weatherseal is starting to go. But you mean, specifically or in general, what’s BB-8’s deal?”
“Yeah,” Goss said, “both specifically and in general. There’s only ever two ways this goes– a pilot either treats their astromech super shitty and the thing gets a complex, or the pilot treats it way too nice and it gets a complex. So I’m figuring, since you’re in here doing this instead of hitting on girls or whatever it is that you hit on, because that’s what pilots do, you’re probably the second kind. So what kind of complex does BB-8 have?”
Poe laughed so hard he almost lost his place, and had to take a moment to re-count the lenses of the sensor array to make sure he had them in the right order. “Oh,” he said, “so you’ve worked with pilots before. Fleet pilots are the worst ones, don’t you think?”
I got a late birthday present today from my friend in rl!! She’s the same friend who also drew me this art and SHE’S PERFECTLY ADJUSTED TO HER TABLET NOW it is incredible…..how do you do that??? HOW??
I got her permission to publish this here, she doesn’t own a blog nor has she watched osomatsu-san yet I’ve been bugging her about this show so long she probably knows more than I think she knows about the show!
She’s also sent me some osmt pencil sketches through her text messages and they were gold so I’ll put it under the read more (one of them’s totty’s expression from ep 7)
Wing!AU. Steve Rogers, a tiny scrap of a guy with a bent and twisted back and a pair of frail wings growing out strangely from the sides of his head. Most overlooked him, but there were a few who did see Steve. Could see in his small frame, something Awesome. Something Noble.