#peradii

[obaewankenope]

uh... has @peradii been hacked or sth??

[gretahs]

i really liked your fic about finn and bathbombs! this is probably pretty vague but tbh i just want more of finn practicing some good old self care/treating himself

((more from this, which is from a fic i’m writing for @peradii that will someday be completed hopefully maybe ;___;))

Finn’s life takes a dramatic turn for the amazing after he’sintroduced to the concept of eating what he wants, when he wants.

He’s not like Rey: a life of starvation and absence of everything leaves Rey as a hoarder ofthings, from food to tools to shirt wraps. She devours food in front of herwith the dedication of a large starving animal, filling her mouth until hercheeks are round and full, afraid on some subconscious level that someone, evenon sunny D’Qar, would lean forward and take her plate from her.

Life in the First Order was different; the food was as uniformas everything else, and about as bland and tasteless as the people who ate it.But it was nutritious and filling and there was always enough, because with theexception of approved punishments, every trooper got the same, perfectlymeasured amount. So, Finn thinksonce, feeling revolted, even by First Orderlogic, Rey’s life on Jakku was some sort of sick punishment.

So, while Rey consumes to survive, slowly growing outwardsuntil the curve of her ribs is no longer gaping and jagged beneath her clothes,Finn learns to appreciate food in all its many forms: he tries chocolate for the first time, and ripe strawberriesthat burst under his teeth and drip juice down his chin and onto his whiteshirt. Sharp cheeses and drinks that send shudders up into his nose, and spicyrice with thick sauce and gleaming smoked fish, fresh enough to be baked in thesalt of its ocean home. He develops enough of a palate to recognise tastes andsmells as both separate and parts of a whole, and learns how to roll pastrythin enough to slide through the prongs of a fork, and how to sear thick steaksjust long enough to caramelise the outside in butter but leave the inside redand moist.

It’s not a direction Finnenvisioned his life taking; licking curry off his fingers and tasting ash andthe burning of laser fire, and how to wrap food tight enough to last in thecold vacuum of space. It’s not what Phasma would have called necessary or useful, but there’s something uniquely satisfying about Rey’ssticky hands holding his after she’d eaten a whole chocolate pudding in onebite, or Poe’s grin as they’d slowly flipped tamales over a pot at a steamingboil.

[copperbadge]

You have blessed my post, many thank yous, bb8 is stabby confirmed

Oh thank goodness. Sometimes I reblog a post and then realize it was A Mistake and I have inadvertently rained hell on the OP. I actually went and checked your tumblr to see if you were annoyed yesterday.  

BB-8 IS STABBY GUYS, PASS IT ON

[shadows-in-the-light-of-day]

Heyyyy so everyone should go read @peradii‘s fics on ao3 like now, okay? They’ve written some of the most absolutely fabulous Star Wars (specifically The Force Awakens and of late Rogue One!!!) fics I’ve read, including have you heard, which I stayed up until 11:30 reading a couple nights ago, which...for those who know me, is not something I do often. 

Also, frankly, the historian bROKE ME, as did climb, climb and firefly. (Also side note, but THEIR CHARACTERIZATIONS OF ALL THE DROIDS????? ARE FANTASTIC?????) 

Also I basically just spent an hour and a half reading their fics to calm myself down from an anxiety attack, and LISTEN I don’t know how they write so well and so beautifully, but I love their fics and so all of you should READ THEM. 

With that said, I go to read the rest of their fics. You should too. Go. Now. 

[wizzard890]

Hey you have a tumblr!! Just so you know (and not wanting to sound weird) but your hetalia fic back in the day gave me l I f e and I'm so glad that ur still around and awesome

if it will warm your heart, know that I’m still internally writing hetalia fic like 10% of the time. 

[anghraine]

Two things: one, your meta on Luke Skywalker is my favourite thing in the fandom atm because that boy is so much more rich and complex than tumblr likes to portray him. Two, I think you were the one who mentioned that Luke wanted to kill the shit out of the Hutts in that scene when he's telling them to surrender and if you were, thank you

Thank you very much! He really is. Luke getting retroactively reduced to his eventual moment of choice is incredibly frustrating. That choice matters because it’s not all he is.

I’m not the only one who mentioned it, but I definitely am one of them! “You can profit by this or be destroyed” is a peak His Father’s Son moment, haha. And there’s a lot of the plan that, if you think about it, doesn’t work if Jabba had actually gone along with it. 

[notcaycepollard]

just realised you got married. congrats on the marriage! :D

thank you!! once approximately every three days I will take my best friend by the arm and lean in and say “wasn’t my wedding just so great” and because she is my best friend she humours me every time

yes, vanessa, your wedding was so great

[gretahs]

Poe buys Finn soap.

When asked, he says: “I was thinking of buying it for Rey, but she likes the sonic better than the water shower, and I know you like baths a whole lot more than she does.”

Finn does like baths. The First Order had rooms with flat showerheads that ran for two minutes at a time, just long enough for the muscles in his back to start to uncoil under the pressure before they abruptly shut off. Water in plenty has been an exciting luxury, which almost makes up for the corroding smell and taste and touch of everything else. The First Order valued cleanliness and straight lines and antiseptic, while on D’Qar everything is slightly tilted just enough to look wrong, and there’s a stickiness to the walls that holds dust and the finger-marks of a thousand species.

Finn doesn’t take baths often; the concept of waste has been drilled into his head too often for too long that using that much water at once still makes him uncomfortable, but the Resistance base is settled on a planet made up of vast clearwater lakes, so he likes to think that maybe a bath or two every couple of cycles won’t do much harm. He doesn’t miss the First Order at all, even when the Otherness of this place raises the hair on the back of his neck and suspicious glares sink deep into his bones, but he likes being busy and he likes achieving things, so in between quietly recalculating their resources under the watchful eye of General Organa and learning how to see the Universe with his eyes tightly shut, he has baths.

The soap itself comes in several small, round balls, flecked with tiny spots of colour like the blossoming petals of a flower. They smell sweet, but hold their shape firmly in Finn’s hand, and when he rolls them between his fingers they leave a fine trail of sparkling dust. It takes him a good week, but he finally catches an R&R day, so he runs a bath in Poe’s small bunk, and drops one of the fragrant spheres into the water, and watches at it dissolves, frothing pink foam and filling the air with a delicious perfume.

Yes, Finn thinks to himself quietly, Rey would definitely hate this.

((i’m gettin there @peradii . i’m gettin there))