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indie han solo. sideblog.

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Can’t they though. Buy him. If he says they can’t they won’t belabour the point, but, that’s an idea still shelved for later use.

   “Think about it over drinks. Unless you have somewhere else to be.” Their eyebrows wiggle over what might be, just about, the suggestion of a smirk. “I know a place with free lemon slices, if that’s what you’re into.”

[dadsolos]

     ‘Free lemon slices?’ He does like lemon slices. And he does have nowhere to be. (What? It’s not like he has a job.) 

     ‘You’re buying the first round.’

[kylore]

‘What are you aiming for by telling me all of this, when it’s only synonymous with ‘we miss you’? If my life isn’t about what I want, then what do you want from me, and what’s wrong with asking for nothing from you?’ Too many questions and they talk themselves out for a moment, swallowing, looking away with eyes blurring, clouding with emotion that they’re trying to quell. 

There’s an image of themselves that they sometimes feel must exist in the minds of their parents and it’s present, now, it’s making the inside of their skin feel itchy, making them feel like an imposter. 

Mistakes, even small, have prices and this growing, prickly feeling is one of them.

It’s a surprise, to Kylo, that their voice is unshaken the next time they speak, ‘you don’t give up, do you?’

[dadsolos]

    ‘It’s not like you seemed to understand it the first time I said it,’ Han says, sharply, because he is definitely not above bickering with his firstborn to try and make some kind of point. He shuts up, though, and listens to what Kylo has to say. Han’s a heartbeat away from just grabbing the kid by the ear and dragging them to Leia’s doorstep, but he does listen. Han’s thumb rubs against the inner corner of his eye. 

     His voice has hit a level kind of tired, now. ‘Sure I do. I’ve given up on you more than once. And then eventually I remember you’re my kid and if I gave up on you this whole thing, me, your mother, you - ’ gestures. Han trails off into a big frustrating nothing, because firstly he’s never given an inspirational speech in his goddamn life, and secondly because he has no idea how to reach out to his child.

[memoryserved]

That’s forward. More forward than Kennedy could be. Kennedy who tacked on -my guitar as a last minute impulse in case accusing Han of having a crush on them would be laying it on too heavy for a first meeting. Good to know one of them can take initiative, at least.    “Yes I know Come On Eileen,” they confirm in a voice that says, how big is the rock you think I’ve been living under. They’ll think of something witty and flirtatious later. It becomes immediately apparent once Kennedy starts strumming that this is no soft-spoken, gentle acoustic cover. “You’re on backup vocals.”

[dadsolos]

    Oh, man. Wait until they find out it’s fake initiative. Wait until they realise Han’s only inexplicably smooth when he’s already got a girlfriend and has no intention of kissing anyone else because, haha, yeah, monogamy is boring, right? but, also, he’s going to marry her maybe and probably definitely have at least one child with her. 

    ‘If I start singing, I’m gonna get us both kicked out.’ But Han’ll caterwaul along as best he can.

[dadsolos]

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[memoryserved]

   “Hey, I have things to do, places to be.” The thing is busking, and the place is two blocks over from this dive. The jetset life, truly. They aren’t that thirsty, but Kennedy takes a gulp from the Fancy Bottle because it was free. “I can’t hang around here all night because somebody has a crush on my guitar.” Knock back a little more, pass the bottle to Han and strum an open chord. “One song. What d’you want.”

[dadsolos]

     Han Solo is saying this because it’s an easy shot and because he doubts he’s ever gonna see them again, and because his girlfriend, the inimitable Leia Organa, is, well, not here. Not that Han’s being a scoundrel, he’s being... harmless. As harmless as he ever is. Point is: ‘Hey, who said it was the guitar?’ Beat: ‘D’you know ‘Come On Eileen’?’

[memoryserved]

@dadsolos

   “I’m – literally about to get kicked out, I’m only hired to play here ‘till two. And it’s about –” The wall clock has been frozen on 7.34 for about four years. This is not a high end bar.    “– it’s past two o’clock. But uh, come back earlier tomorrow and I can do requests. Deal?”

[dadsolos]

     ‘Ehhhhh.’ Commitment with Han Solo. This is one hell of a dive bar: they’re not even on a stage, Han’s just leaning with his hands linked on the table where the Fancy Performer’s Bottle Of Bottled Water goes, sliding slowly forward so his shoulders slump. ‘I dunno if I’m gonna be in town tomorrow. You don’t think you can squeeze out one more tune?’ He jerks a thumb over his shoulder, in the direction of The Bar. ‘I don’t know if they care that much.’

[kylore]

‘Any of what?’ They don’t like him speaking for her. 

It’s no threat, really, the little gesture haphazardly thrown in their direction, but it’s one hell of a reminder. Every childhood talking-to, each one must have begun with son, we love you, but… 

Unfurling their fists, both collide with the underside of the table and all of the dishes rattle, their untouched glass of blood orange juice leaps and lurches, staining the white table cloth, soaking into their long sleeves. They hate this place, neither they or Solo belong here, they’ve no idea why he chose it. They make no attempt to clean up their mess.

‘My life is just as real as yours, and it’s all mine. Don’t you realise I need to do this?’ 

[dadsolos]

     Han doesn’t jump at the spill of orange juice and the rattle of the table, but he does lean back in his seat, sighing, his mouth making a firm line. It’s hard to tell if he’s disappointed or concerned. Was Kylo always this angry? Is it worse than Han remembers? ‘Yeah, well, kid, life’s not just about what you need.’

     It’s not exactly a good way to take the conversation in a calmer direction, but damned if Han is going to turn around and start trying to placate his child away from a hissy fit. ‘You can have whatever you want. If you ever needed help getting anything you wanted, me and your mom would help you the second you asked. You could call one of us in the middle of the night and we’d drop everything for you. There’s no one else on this planet we care about as much as you.’

    He’s sat crooked at an angle, now, elbow propped on the back of the chair. He exhales and makes a vague, pleading gesture with his hand. ‘We made mistakes, but - what’d we do to make you think otherwise?’

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Prick.

   “The complementary stuff to persuade you didn’t persuade you then.”

He is so not welcome for the hat.

   “You don’t have to make a political statement, it would just be cool to have you on.”

Liar! It’s a political move just being on the station. (Does Han realize the hat has a little Resistance symbol patched on it.)

   “You know it’s payed, right?”

[dadsolos]

     Han Solo is absolutely the guy who signs up to get a quote on his life insurance just so that he can get the free pen / teddy bear / keychain. He definitely did it for a teddy bear once. He cut off the “MANDALORIAN SHIP-SURE INSURANCE!” t-shirt the bear was wearing before he gave it to Ben. Point is: the free stuff was never gonna be the selling point.

     But oh no, money. ‘I’m not that cheap, clementine. You can’t just buy me.’ Hands on his hips. ‘I’ll think about it.’

[recentgooglesearches]

how to tell if im a dilf or a regular dad

[mjalti]

when ur parents start talkin shit about ur personality

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kiss dadsolos pep do it

😚😚😚 ( @dadsolos )7. lingering kiss

Well, Han’s a little old, and not first choice, but that’s beside the point.The point is: Poe Dameron is going to shit enough bricks to build a new Resistance base.

   – well, that’s a little bit of a lie. Not the fact Poe is going to shit himself (oh, that is definitely going to happen,) but the above implications that Han isn’t good enough for Pepsi, or something like that. He is a bit old, and the point stands – given a lineup, they wouldn’t be jumping to jump his bones – but he’s not all that bad.He has a sort of handsomeness that Pepsi would call ‘rugged,’ if they knew that word, but Pepsi’s Basic is still lacking here and there, so for now they might try to compare him to a weathered mountainside, or a crumpled-up piece of paper lying next to a trashcan. In a nice way, of course.

The bottom line is, it could be worse. A lot worse. Hell, the longer they stand around here, the more they’re liking the idea of Kissing Han Solo (capitalized, so we know that this is an event and everything). But they linger on his lips, not on that idea. Poe is freaked out enough for the two of them. No good is going to come of two Resistance younglings puppy-eyeing around after him.

Pepsi drops back on their heels (oh no were they standing on their toes for that oh no oh that’s sweet but oh no?) and pulls the hat (you know the hat) over his face before leaving.And, so you know, an ever-more-distant voice calls back to the hat and the man beneath it, “I will get you on the air someday.”And finally, of course, “And I’m definitely telling Poe that just happened. He’ll shit himself.”

[dadsolos]

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[dadsolos]

your blog is just fuckin gold i love it. okay bye.

what the hell i’ve been here like ten seconds i’m…… THANK U…….

[kylore]

They’ve not heard that ridiculous nickname since they were about three years old, they’re sure. It’s as if, as soon as they stepped from the Organa-Solo house carrying their life in a single case, with boxes following in a mover’s van, they stripped every sentimental memory out of their head. That’s what they’ve attempted. Nothing crops up now, because they hide their expression, face downturned.

‘I don’t need any help. Not from you. You’ve got nothing for me. There’s nothing you could do.’

What a laughable idea! They should be laughing.

[dadsolos]

    Now, Han just finds that plain unfair. But he does like to think he’s learned a think or two about subjectivity since he became a parent. What a kid thinks is unfair is very different from what an adult thinks is unfair, and that stays true even once the growing up is done. Unfortunately. He eyes Kylo unhappily. 

    ‘Me and your mother would do anything that you ask us. Anything.’ Beat. ‘We miss you. I’m not gonna ask you to come home,’ he’s asked that before and does it work? No. It does not, ‘but we miss you.’ He brandishes a spoon at Kylo, not at all sternly. ‘Whatever you think of me, your mother doesn’t deserve any of this.’

[xwinger-a-blog]

     Poe is totally not sweating at all or anything, like, not even a little bit, okay, this is a sweat-free zone. He’s not shaking either, not in the slightest. And he’s definitely not going to find Pepsi the second this conversation ( ? He’s not really sure what it is at this stage; it could just be Han — Mr Solo — The Man — like, being stern at him, and him sweating a river until The Myth, The Legend gives up and walks away ) is over and just, like, scream at them for an hour straight.

     Poe swallows, and rubs the back of his neck, and he’s really, seriously considering giving Han ‘Han Solo’ Solo the ol’ fingerguns before he realises that he absolutely should not do that at all under any circumstances. Instead, he says, ‘Hh.’ And then, even more eloquently, ‘Hhhhhey. Hi. Mr Han. Yeah, I’m Mr Pilot.’

     ( WHAT THE HELL, POE! )

[dadsolos]

    ...

   The guy looks like he’s going to have a heart attack. Or a bust a vessel in his brain, keel over, etc; it’s a choose your own adventure series, really. ‘Well, Mr Pilot.’ Han’s actually pretty sure the guy’s name starts with a P. Petre? Petre Dean? Is that it? This is the guy Leia’s mentioned from time to time, anyway. ‘You’re a squadron leader, right? Leia – the general brings you up as one of the best.’

    Han picks up a sack of tools and makes headway from the entrance of the room. ‘Don’t just stand there, Mr Pilot. Bet you’d like to get a look at the Falcon.’ Han doesn’t normally leverage the whole unique quasi-fame thing, but Chewie’s too big and Han’s, well, too old. This guy looks lithe. Limber. Short. He can get into all her nooks and crannies. ‘You can help me out.’

[kylore]

If he’s trying, he’s trying their fraying patience.  Kylo folds their hands in their lap, one squeezing the other until their knuckles show white. 

‘I’m self-employed, I have the deed to my place. Absolute security. Why are you even asking?’

[dadsolos]

     ‘I care about you, gumball. You’re my ... ’ don’t say son. Don’t you screw this up by misgendering your kid for like the eighth time, Han Solo. You aren’t endearing yourself to anyone. ‘Only child. I don’t know how much money is in making little lattes for people. If you need any help, you know how to find me.’ Hand up. ‘Don’t say I’m never there. That doesn’t mean you can’t find me.’

[dadsolos]

@worstorder.

     ‘I’m not doing a Republic FM interview.’

    ‘Thanks for the hat.’