#biofreak659

[plowolffe]

Drop the plo/Wolffe playlist 👉👈

you get it 😌

[ccinagalaxyfaraway]

Sure, eletric judgement is scary, but how funny would it be if plo just. Used it to cook rations.

Micah: “So the recipe says 1 hour at 300 degrees. That’s the same as 2 seconds at 50,000 degrees, right?”

Plo: :D

Thereafter, Plo was banned from cooking. 

[juicyspacesecrets]

Everytime I see your posts I'm overwhelmed with an urge to marathon Rebels again

well the coronavirus is kinda forcing people to stay home so Self-quarantine star war rebels marathon babyyy!!

[bo-katan]

The droids arc is good! Gascon is funny! It's a fun and goofy good time!

AND it's a story arc about found family with droids, that droids are more than what they are programmed to be, and a story of sacrifice both for the team and the mission. Especially when they meet Gregor, help him remember who he is and what he stood for, and then he sacrificed himself so that they could escape. 👏👏👏

[ccinagalaxyfaraway]

Rebels era Wolffe interacting with Rex and Gregor? Was the thing with Plo an open secret, or something closer to to the chest?

The sand is endless. Wolffe thinks he might understand why Skywalker was such a whiny piss-baby about it all the time. Out here, there’s nothing to do except for pick specks of eroded rock out of his socks and wait for more to work its way in. When he looks out to the horizon, the sky wavers and distorts, another sign of the unreality he’s found himself sentenced to. 

He runs a hand over the shaved spot on his head. The incision is still healing. He digs his fingers into the bruise.

“Stop that,” Rex snaps, batting his hand away for the tenth time. “It’ll never heal if you keep picking at it.”

Wolffe doesn’t say good, I hope it doesn’t. He doesn’t want another lecture. He crosses his arms instead and stares at the sun.

“You shouldn’t do that,” says Plo reproachfully, sitting down next to Wolffe, leaning back on his arms. “You’ll go blind.”

“So what?” Wolffe mumbles. “Shoulda done it sooner, and maybe we wouldn’t be in this fuck of a mess.”

“Well, there’s no use stewing over it now,” says Plo. “Time to move on.”

“Easy for you to say,” says Wolffe. He scowls. “You’re not the one marooned on this hellhole with two jackasses.”

“They’re your brothers,” says Plo, the way he always does when he’s excusing the vode for inconveniencing Wolffe in some petty way; in this case, not letting him sleep the rest of his life away. Rex hasn’t let him pursue any of his new interests: sleeping, drinking, shooting himself in the face . . . 

“Jackasses,” Wolffe mutters. He flops onto his back, his head thumping on the steel.

“Wolffe!” Rex shouts from outside.

“Fuck off!” he shouts back.

“Fuck you!” Rex snaps. “I went to too much fucking trouble to get you out for you to waste it all now!”

Wolffe groans and swears, and thumps his head against the floor once more for good measure. 

“Look on the bright side,” says Plo, lying next to him on his side. 

“What bright side?” Wolffe grumbles.

Plo doesn’t have an answer. He rolls onto his stomach, head resting on his folded arms. “It’s nice out here. I think the quiet would have been nice.”

“Not living in a fucking Empire would be nice. You not being dead would be nice. We don’t all get what we want, do we?” says Wolffe. He turns away, and Plo reappears in his line of sight. “What do you want? Not done breaking me yet? I killed you, so you’re gonna haunt me forever?! What do you want from me?!”

“The fuck, Wolffe, who are you yelling at?”

Wolffe blinks, and Plo is gone. Rex is standing in the doorway, scowling, but he’s tense too. Worried. “No one,” he grumbles. “I’m not yelling at anyone.”

“Gregor said you were talking to yourself yesterday too,” says Rex. “Are you seeing things? You gotta tell us, what if they fucked up your surgery?”

“I’m not seeing anything,” Wolffe insists.

“You can’t lie about this, Wolffe!”

“I’m not a liar!”

“You’re kind of lying now,” says Plo reasonably. Wolffe tries not to look at him. Rex catches his darting eye and frowns.

“What are you seeing? You’re seeing something.”

“I’m not!”

“You kind of are, Wolffe.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Wolffe snaps. 

“Who are you talking to?” 

“No one!” Wolffe slams his palms into the floor. “I’m not talking to anyone because he’s dead and not fucking here!”

Rex and Plo both stare at him, and Rex kneels by Wolffe’s shoulder. “Wolffe - are you - You and General Koon were close.”

“You could say that,” says Wolffe. It feels like his throat is swelling up. He can’t force the next words out: He was mine. 

“If you’re seeing him, we gotta get you help,” says Rex. “Even Jedi don’t come back from the dead.”

Wolffe closes his eyes. Maybe it would be better if they did.

[glorianas]

biofreak659 replied to your post “really fascinating to see how everything is going pretty much exactly...”

There's Marxist/socialist feminism, technically, but I don't think it has much influence on mainstream leftism

yeah exactly, i don’t really see it getting much attention, which it really needs to given the sheer amount of the american working class are middle aged women

[ccinagalaxyfaraway]

Ooh, September, ancient, and minutes?

september: share a comment or review which still warms your heart?

“ Wow happy fucking Monday huh ”

Look, I’m a simple person. I just want to know that stuff landed the way I intended for it to - that is, in a way that enables me to do the mad engineer cackle.

ancient: the first fic you ever posted online?

Oh god. Four score and seven years ago - all right, not that long - I was a bitty Chameleon and I got it in my head that I should write fic for Teen Titans. Said fic, account, and associated email address have since been lost to the sands of time and deliberate deletion, but suffice it to say the only thing it had going for it was that it was short, since I was.

Let’s just say I hadn’t been at this writing thing for very long.

minutes: how long does it normally take you to complete a fic?

Not minutes, that’s for sure. Prompts and drabbles can usually be done in an hour, two hours tops. They’re a one-sitting kind of thing, once I’ve sat down with a broad idea.

And then there’s stuff like i take everything, which was started in the depths of  *cough cough* 2018, and clearly hasn’t been updating with any kind of regularity. and counting was started around the same time, and I walked away from that one for like two years. Broad concept things always take longer.

But barring extremes, I might take a few days to turn out a chapter for something I’m inspired on, and a week or two for something I’m less inspired on but have a hard deadline for. It’s variable. 

Original questions here!

[ccinagalaxyfaraway]

I keep trying to leave this as a reply, but Tumblr is being dumb, so: Ao3 won't let me leave more kudos but I want you to know that this chapter was especially fantastic! The conflict is really good and, idk, it just feels really realistic. Like this is the only logical way this scenario would play out. I often see characters get watered down for the sake of a simplified relationship (and I totally do this too), and it's nice to see that things aren't so easy here

Thank you! It’s hard to resist the urge to let everything be okay (especially when we all know what’s coming) but I’m happy this chapter rang true to you.