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“People believe in Leia.”

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Soft Humans Rich

The fever-rich sun, twitches on your tongue like photons tapping out some great-garbed beat. You dress in sun-rise clothing, in bright yellows and golds. To make do with anything else is to not try at all, and god, you do try.

Desperate. Are you-

-“Yes,” you say, or maybe it’s him that says it. The memory is hazy. “I think I’m desperate.”

In some ways, it’s probably not-that. Not at all, you think perhaps that actually desperation is the wrong word.  After all, to be desperate you had to want. And what you do is more than that, what you do is far more than want.

The word, of course, is not bounded by the same limits as you are. Want was limitless, encompassing, and perhaps desperate. But of course, you are not bounded by the same limits.

Instead, it is not want. It is need.

You are not bounded by the same limits, so it is need and not-want, because when this man touches you, you feel it in places you hadn’t known could feel. You feel it in a way that screams of need.

You think, absently, as he walks in the door, that you had not known you could feel need in your tongue. You hadn’t known you could feel it behind your eyes, or in the nerves threading along hair follicles. You feel it there anyway.

Jack kisses into your mouth. You think that maybe this was what god felt like, maybe that if you were a religious man you would see spectres in his eyes and angels in the soft scarification of his skin.

You’re not. You’re not a religious man, but you feel you should clarify- you’re not a religious man, but you could be. For him.

Perhaps that was overwrought. Thrummingly self-conscious, you edit the recesses of your thoughts. King Cnut, perhaps, roaring at the sea as it washed at his toes.

Rhys blinks, and remembers to kiss back.

“Hi,” he rumbles, and you return his smile. You are reminded, again, of sun. His tongue is warm and dark against you, and you think, god.

You think of god, not for the first time.

You’re not a religious man, but you feel you should clarify. You could be. You might be. For him.

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Star Wars: Mood Whiplash

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I had a whole post written out about how I felt about the whole “not liking reyl0 is misogynist” thing that was two pages long, went into detail about why that Medium article was intellectually dishonest, and took a thinly veiled swipe at one specific individual, but I think I’m just going to say this. 

I grew up in f/f fandom when fandom-at-large was much more homophobic than it is now. I’ve been in shipping communities that were tiny and mostly kept to themselves and were still targeted by the rest of the fandom just for existing in their own little corner and thinking someone else’s favorite character could be gay. That’s what being targeted for a ship based on a real life marginalization actually is. Having your entire community deleted overnight because the platform decided they didn’t want people like you there anymore. Actresses not even being willing to acknowledge that some people shipped their character with another woman. Knowing your ship would never be canon regardless of how much textual support there was and whether anything else made as much sense from a narrative perspective.

It’s not your ship happening, just not the way you wanted it to, and it’s definitely not the rest of the fandom being done with your shipping community because of its well documented, years-long history of targeted attacks on actors and other fans.

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Of all the things I expected The Mandalorian to be about, the Mandalorian raising Yoda right wasn’t one of them.