Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

elenothar asked: Hi! I was wondering whether your awesome 'Poe is a space princess' trope/headcanon is something you're writing or a general prompt type thing because reading it kinda started an avalanche of plot ideas. Thank you! :)

leupagus:

cactusspatz:

leupagus:

Go for it! That was just an idea one of my friends had; I wrote her that story as a gift, but it’s certainly not my headcanon and it’s free to a good home. Write as many stories as you want about Princess Poe!

 I am very much of the opinion that prompts/general ideas for stories  are not something you can say ‘no this belongs to me’ anyway  because there is no new idea under the sun but in case you were wondering please anyone who wants to write as many princess poe fics as your heart desires although tbh what *I* really want to read is Princess Finn  THINK ABOUT IT TAKEN FROM A FAMILY HE’LL NEVER KNOW  RAISED TO DO ONE THING but what if he was like taken from a ROYAL FAMILY as some kind of IDK punishment and then they see his face on holovids about the Heroes of the Resistance  and are like OUR BABY IS ALIVE and descend on the resistance base with like tiaras and scepters and are like WHERE IS THE ONE THEY CALL meanwhile Poe and Rey are like saaaaaaaaaay what now? it’d be great (via leupagus)

Apparently I’m going to be a broken record in this fandom and it’s all your fault:

When Finn got back from his latest mission, the General was waiting for him.

“Finn, you have…an unusual visitor,” she said. Finn looked at Poe, who could usually translate for Finn in situations like this, but Poe looked just as lost.

“What kind of unusual visitor?”

“The kind with an official diplomatic brief from the Chanji system.”

“Wow,” Poe said. “You don’t see those types out here very often.”

“Chanji system?” Finn asked plaintively.

“Really, really disgustingly wealthy planetary system. They had exclusive gem trading rights with the Hapes Consortium for years. Famous for their artists. Not really the type of people who’d associate with guerilla scum like us,” Poe added with a grin.

“Sounds like a real party,” Finn said. “What do they want with me?”

“Their representative refused to discuss the matter with little old me,” the General drawled. “So I stuck him in the old pilot ready room to wait.”

Poe winced. “The one with the droch infestation?”

“What droch infestation?” The General said innocently.

Finn made a face. He couldn’t just abandon someone to that, no matter how rude they’d been to the General. “Yeah, okay, let’s get this over with. Find out what the guy wants.”

****

“Wait, you think I’m a <i>what</i>?”

“Prince Royal Teneveld IV, who went missing twenty years ago during a First Order attack on a planet that Queen Betham, who was then only Princess Royal, was visiting. No remains were ever found, and so the royal family has continued to search for their lost son in hopes of bringing him home.” The advocate took a moment away from looking primly disgusted by the ready room to look extremely skeptical instead.

“And you think Finn is this….Prince Teneveld?” Poe asked, a terrible, delighted grin spreading across his face. Finn elbowed him in the ribs, but Poe just winked at him.

“According to the terms of the trust left by Dowager Queen Maris, we are required to investigate all possible leads in this matter,” the advocate droned. “We received a communication that Mr….Finn here might be a candidate.”

Poe, who seemed to be following all this better than Finn, asked, “Wait, who tipped you off that Finn might be your guy?”

The advocate shuffled his datapads. “Ahem. Maz Kanata, of Takodana.” He pronounced it <i>Mazz</i>.

“Maz?” Finn said. “She didn’t even like me.” There had been that whole creepy staring-at-his-eyes thing, though. But that was ridiculous, you couldn’t recognize long lost royalty by looking at someone’s eyes. And Finn’s were just plain old brown, anyway. Nothing special.

The advocate blinked, slowly, and Finn got the impression he didn’t like Finn either. Finn crossed his arms defensively. “Fine, whatever. Just test my blood and get out of here.”

The advocate pricked Finn’s finger with a little device, then stood looking increasingly bored as it ticked away, processing the DNA scan. Poe nudged against Finn’s back with his shoulder, and Finn relaxed a little. He always felt better with someone at his back, even in stupid non-combat situations like this.

The little device finally trilled and stopped ticking, and the advocate turned it over to check the result. He stared at it for a long moment, expressionless, then blinked.

“Oh fuck,” the man said. “You’re actually him.”

SCREAMING

Someone Needs to Take Away J.K. Rowling’s Twitter Account

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madeofpatterns:

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English, Notre Dame

The Author-Who-Lived: J.K. Rowling’s Refusal to Accept the Death of the Author in the Internet Age

Man I fucking hate this attitude. I especially hate that Rowling gets this shit thrown at her. God FORBID she continue to engage with her own fucking work.

I don’t get why this is even a thing? I mean, why WOULDN’T one be interested in the author’s intentions and the ideas they had that didn’t make it into the finished work and so forth, regardless of whether one actually thinks they managed to express them well?

People seem to think they’re entitled to take over someone else’s work.  News flash: JK Rowling created the Harry Potter series, not you.  If you don’t want to hear what she has to say about it, stop looking at her twitter account then. 

Yes. This. Now I’m all in favor of AUs and headcanons and whatnot, and in Rowling’s particular case I can certainly see reason to criticize the way she’s revealed some things, but talking about it like she should just “accept” that once she’s published something nothing she has to say about it matters? Ridiculous.

Everyone *else* gets to have headcanons, why shouldn’t she?

Like - it annoys me when people jump on Harry Potter meta or interpretations because of something JKR said on twitter or in one interview, because there is no way to keep track of everything she’s said and she changes her mind sometimes, and ultimately my meta is about the books, not what the author was thinking. I understand being annoyed if a lot of people have jumped on you for it, too. 

But that isn’t her fault, and she has the right to talk about her own books.

Agreed.

All of this.

Rowling is under no obligation to accept Death of the Author. Nor are we as readers necessarily–if you want to, that’s great, but it isn’t the only way to be a reader.

On that note, it isn’t just a matter of ‘if everyone else can have headcanons, why can’t the author?’ it’s a matter of the author’s headcanons being canon, even if that josses someone else’s headcanon. She gets to decide this stuff, because she made the world we’re playing in. She was the one who sat down and did the hard work. Just because she was gracious enough to share it with us, some people seem to feel entitled to grab it and shout “No, you’re wrong! This is OURS now! MINE! All mine!”. Believe in your headcanons as much as you want, but don’t expect anyone who isn’t you to accord any importance to them, and don’t be surprised when people get amused at the entitlement inherent in the notion that your opinion is somehow every bit as legitimate as the opinion of the woman who did all the hard work.

I was very attached to the idea of a Ravenclaw Teddy Lupin. Guess what? He’s a Hufflepuff according to the woman who created him and his parents, and I’ve no right to insist otherwise.

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bonehandledknife:

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broadlybrazen:

trying to find that one post where y’all speculate about Finn realizing he needs to provide a surname, and he just goes with “Dameron” because that’s the first one which comes to mind (none of his old friends had surnames or even names beyond their official designations, and he can’t remember that much of his family)

and Rey is like “yeah solid choice, makes sense, I like the sound of it” because Rey is a feral desert child and doesn’t know any better

and of course Poe is charmed, and is like “sure I am happy to provide jackets, surnames, my elite piloting skills, my hand in marriage: anything for my friends”

and idk at some point, someone is like “okay Rey do you have any other name, what’s with the mononym shit” and she’s like “uhhhhh DAMERON” because really if it works for Finn, it can work for her

and the long and short of it is: they see nothing unusual in this and completely miss any implications, and eventually this nonsense gets back to the Resistance fighters and Poe’s entire squadron smirks at him for days

#bonus points if when rey figures out she’s a skywalker (SURELY SHE IS) #she tells finn and they’re both really into this whole FAMILY AND FRIENDSHIP AND SURNAMES thing #so she’s like ‘you are my people; do you want to be a skywalker too’ #and of course finn says yes!!! #so they are now rey & finn dameron skywalker #extra bonus points if they unilaterally decide to extend this to poe #who only finds out three months later because of some stupid admin thing #that he is now officially Poe Dameron Skywalker #and he can’t look the general in the face #‘welcome to the family’ she tells him; absolutely deadpan. #people are sending PRESENTS.

So I basically love all ‘accidentally’ tropes but this is the first version of ‘accidentally married’ wherein the entire universe is basically Vegas.

OMG yes because LEIA’S REACTION

thegoldenstitch:

So that scumbag Martin Shkreli (you know the one who raised the price of an infection fighting aids medication from $13.50/pill to $750/pill a couple of months ago and bragged about it) was arrested today by the FBI on Fraud charges. 

I think we all know what really happened…

(via clockwork-mockingbird)

jezi-belle:

jezi-belle:

Assorted ladies, enbys, socially conscious dudes, and general SJW spoilsports of the MCU fandom, allow me to give you a gift.

Imagine Steve Rogers. The son of a widowed Irish immigrant. Whose first true love was Our Lady Margaret Carter, Patron Saint of Ball-Busting Broads. Whose triad of right hand trusted compatriots includes Natasha friggin’ Romanov.

Steve Rogers, World War II vet. Who actually fought the actual Nazi army in actual Germany in actual WWII. Who saw first hand what they were doing to anyone who stood in their way.

Imagine, in the 21st century, what happens the first time Steve Rogers hears someone in an argument use the word ‘feminazi’.

Just… Just savor that.

I know I will.

Reblogging myself because I feel sad tonight and this made me smile. Someone needs to write this.

(via bronzedragon)