YALL I’M SO SHOOK I WAS VOLUNTEERING AT SOMEPLACE AND THIS LITTLE GIRL COME UP AND ASKS ME TO EXPLAIN SOMETHING TO HER AND THEN HER MOM GOES “ISNT THAT INTERESTING, FEYRE?” AND I’M LIKE NO I DIDN’T HEARD CORRECTLY BUT THE MOMS LIKE “OK LET’S GO FEYRE” AND I FREAK OUT LIKE I’M SO SHOOK I HOPE YOU FIND YOUR RHYS HUN
What do you think lazy Sunday mornings would be like with Finn/Rey/Poe?
General Organa pinched the bridge of her nose. “Rey.”
There was a profound and deep silence in the hangar, interrupted only by the intermittent beep and whir of mech droids, doing their daily maintenance on the other x-wings. Leia sighed.
“Rey, I can see you.”
Very slowly, the rest of Rey’s head appeared over the edge of the cockpit. “Good morning, General,” she said with a sheepish smile.
“I was under the impression that I ordered you, along with Commander Dameron and Lieutenant Finn, to remove yourself from duty for the next three cycles before you dropped dead of exhaustion,” Leia says dryly. “Am I mistaken?”
“So either you ignored a direct order from your commanding general, or you’re not working on an x-wing at,” Leia idly checked her chronometer, “seven-hundred hours.”
Rey’s expression was doing something complicated, torn between amusement and vague embarrassment. “In my defense, General, I had to be awake much earlier on Jakku to beat the sun and the other scavengers. It’s simply habit by now.”
Leia snorted. “Also, you thought that no one would be around to notice your flagrant disobedience.”
“No, I’m sticking with my first answer,” Rey said firmly.
“And Commander Dameron and Lieutenant Finn? I suppose they’re still asleep in your quarters, since neither of them share your desert upbringing.”
It was funny to watch Rey school her face into blankness. “Of course, General. Why would they disobey an order from you?”
Leia did laugh at that. “Remind me to get someone from Intel to teach you how to lie convincingly. After your temporary suspension is up,” she added pointedly, when Rey perked up. “Go to bed, Rey.”
Honestly, Leia could forgive everyone who had assumed Rey was Luke’s daughter. They pulled the exact same face whenever they were annoyed, and just barely refraining from whining about it.
(Maybe it was a Jedi thing.)
Leia wandered into the command center without looking up from her datapad. It always benefited her to get through the previous day’s transmits before first shift began in earnest; otherwise she would be dealing with the backlog all week.
She marked a message from the ambassador to Brindisi for further follow-up and hummed, pleased. “If I look up and either of you is standing at the command console, I will have you dragged to medical and personally ensure that Major Calonia doses you with a sedative.”
There was a pause, then a flurry of datapads being gathered up and frantic whispering, the ping! of a file being saved to the console. A very quiet, “go, go, go,” along with boots scuffling on the duracrete.
When Leia looked up, there was no one in the command center except her, and the fading after-image of a holo battleplan. DAMERON, CMD., FINN, LT. obligingly blinked on the screen for a moment before it went dark.
Leia smiled slightly to herself, and went back to the transmits.
The next morning, she found Finn reorganizing the storeroom. At six hundred twenty hours. “That is on-duty work, Lieutenant,” she said, almost startling him into falling off the ladder. “And I’m fairly certain you are currently off-duty.”
Finn’s blank expression was much better than Rey’s. “General, with all due respect, is there any way I can convince you to sleep in an hour or two?”
“Funny,” Leia said. “That’s what I was going to ask you.”
Rey had updated the software for all the droids in the maintenance bay at some point during the night; it was time for Leia to call in the big blasters.
…….unfortunately, “the big blasters” were on their eighth run-through on the x-wing simulator. Leia watched Poe dispassionately, noting that the first run-through was timestamped 00512. “General!” Poe said, after he completed the run, and tugged his helmet off. “Sorry, I didn’t know you were there. Something I can do?”
“No,” Leia said finally. “No, just letting you know that your suspension is up tomorrow. Please be aware that if you, Rey, or Lieutenant Finn ever show up incapacitated to the point of being unable to fulfill your obligations again, I will take drastic measures.”
He regarded her warily. “May I ask what those are, General?”
“I’ll personally shove a sed-pack up your ass, Dameron. Or worse,” Leia said, cocking an eyebrow at him, “I’ll make all of you talk to a minder until you stop waking each other up with your nightmares.”
Poe, like Rey, has never been a very good liar. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, General,” he says, fitting the sim helmet back over his head. His next words are muffled—”But I’ll take it under advisement.”
I always want to see more acrobatic stuff with Raz. :)
It took awhile but here! Seriously, I love that there’s a plausible reason for Raz being so good at the platformer puzzles in Psychonauts. I wonder if he visits his family at the circus sometimes to perform super fancy stunts with some psychic abilities added in for extra showy-ness :’D My sister is also struggling through the Meat Circus level currently, and I couldn’t help drawing something for it Ovo;;; wish her luck
Also, kind of unrelated, I bet the Aquatos have circus animals. Like elephants. Or a tiger Raz has become really close with because one day he found out he could talk to her :’)
holy shit. I was listening to “With A Little Help From My Friends” by The Beatles and OMFG I took my headphones out and that song was playing in the cafe I was in…at THE SAME SPOT I PAUSED IT ON MY PHONE. what does this mean??????
I’mmm still real messed up over little Caligosto here…I do wonder what his younger self would think about his grown up self’s actions….and I wanted him to interact more with Raz, since Cali’s sanity seems to be the most intact in his childhood; you do find his moral compass there, after all. Also I just wanted to get that poor kid a hug in some way aaaa
I think it’s interesting (in the most bitter, horrible way possible) that with Mr. and Mrs. Loboto trying to get rid of a “monster”, they really just ended up creating one. :T World’s worst parents everyone!
Wakatoshi catches Tendou staring at his own reflection quite often. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, in fact, many players on his team do the same, such as Semi, who spends a full ten minutes after practice making sure the curls of his hair sits in place instead of a rat’s nest, or Reon, who always makes sure there’s no stray eyelash on his face before he moves on to remind them not to be late for class. Tendou, however, always waits until the clubroom is empty save for the two of them, standing close enough that his breath fogs the mirror.
“Tendou,” Wakatoshi says one day, when Tendou’s neatly wrapped fingers have lifted to pinch and squeeze at his face. “What are you doing?”
Instead of his usual sarcastic drawl, Tendou doesn’t answer right away. He tilts his head sharply, like a bird sighting its prey. “Wakatoshi-kun,” he says slowly. “Do you think I’m ugly?”
“No,” Wakatoshi replies plainly, instantly.
Tendou laughs. “Of course not, what was I thinking.”
“Why?” Wakatoshi asks. He’s never really sure how to approach Tendou when his friend is quiet like this. It’s the sort of quiet where Tendou hides in himself, even as he’s flashing a peace sign to the rest of the world. Wakatoshi’s aware that Tendou keeps a lot of his thoughts to himself, but Wakatoshi is not someone who is good at talking to people. Not like Tendou.
“Well. I’m not what people’d call handsome, am I?” Tendou finally lifts his eyes away from the mirror, cutting across the room at Wakatoshi. “Not like you.”
“Handsomeness is subjective.”
“So is ugliness, Wakatoshi.”
Wakatoshi stays quiet, thinking. He’s not good at reading people, and Tendou’s hard enough to read by normal people’s standards, he assumes. Eventually, he says, “Did someone call you ugly?”
Tendou shrugs. He’s back to staring at his reflection. “Don’t need to hear it, you know? It’s right there, every morning.”
“I don’t think you’re ugly,” Wakatoshi says, somewhat helplessly. He doesn’t like this feeling.
“You said.” Tendou turns his body away from the mirror, a wry smile tugging at his lips. “You’re a good egg, Wakatoshi-kun.”
“You’re not ugly,” Wakatoshi says, more firmly this time.
Tendou stares at him for a bit, wide eyes searching his expression. Slowly, his usual half-smirk returns to his face. “Thanks, Wakatoshi.” He picks up his bag. “Wanna treat your favourite miracle boy to ramen?”
“Okay,” Wakatoshi agrees, and if he lets Tendou walk a little closer than usual, close enough for their arms to make contact when Tendou moves in that restless way of his, neither of them mention it.
At International Community School in Decatur, GA, half of the students are immigrants or refugees. When Donald Trump was elected in November, several teachers and the principal worried that many of the kids would be sent back to their home countries. So a few parents and kids decided to make signs with welcoming messages and post them in front of the school as a show of solidarity.