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

yol-ande asked: Oh oh oh, I saw you ship Damerons, could you write something ridiculously fluffy with Finn being badass, while Rey and Poe are all starry-eyed over it? This fandom needs more Finn love. (And I need all of the fluff)

Okay I’m so sorry for the delay but HERE.  Also, bear with me, there is in fact some fluff here, but this kind of turned into a crash course in my favorite tropes, so the fluff is…at the end. We’ve got dramatic rescues!  We’ve got canon references!  We’ve got hurt/comfort after interrogation!  We’ve got the Damerons being stupid in love with each other!  We’ve got Rey being deadly as fuck even severely compromised!  We’ve got Finn the patron saint of revolution!  We’ve got disguises and drugs and sweary droids!  And eventually we’ve got fluff.  Also this is like…twelve pages, pushing 6K, I have no excuse.  I’ve also decided that Shinedown’s Cut The Cord is the new theme song for the Stormtrooper revolution.

Poe wasn’t sure how long they had been there—definitely days, but probably not more than a dozen. Probably.  It was hard to tell, with irregular ration schedules, and there were no other prisoners in their dark cell to ask.  The brig was far from the hull of the vast First Order battlecruiser, too, and although the impenetrable black wouldn’t have helped with timekeeping, he wished they could at least see the stars.

They didn’t seem interested in him, but they had taken Rey from him three times since they were first captured—all his injuries were from trying to keep them from taking her, against her direct orders.  The first time, she had walked, as graceful and serene as a dead moon, between the Stormtroopers.  She had been weak with the cuffs on her wrists, cutting her off from the Force, clean and crisp as a lightsaber slash, but she was strong.  They had returned her to him bruised and exhausted, wilted with it, and she had bared all her teeth at him proudly and snarled that they would never get answers out of her.  

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Moran Rereads the Animorphs

So turns out we’re doing a post for every single book.  Literally why am I like this.  Posts will be going here, feel free to block the tag.  Spoilers, yadda, yadda.

Book 2: The Visitor

AKA “We get some seriously grim insight on voluntary Controllers, the first bug morph, and probably the reason I hate shrews”

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gaskaaarth:

…………………reblog this and say something nice about the person u reblogged it from because there’s too much hate on my dashboard right now and its making me upset so lets start a chain of love

(Source: daddariom, via just-french-me-up)

ghostdog401 asked: What about a Star Trek AU, but with Les Mis characters

Aaaaaay, hell yeah, I fucking live for Star Trek AU’s.

All right, so I’m going to take this to mean that one AU where the fair ship Revolution is out on her five-year mission under the command of Captain Lamarque, a steely-eyed woman with a reputation for even-handed care of her crew whether they support her or not.  Her first officer, Commander Enjolras is a communications specialist, beyond his command training, and everyone who knew him before his commission jokes that he chose it because he always wore bright red anyway.  Those jokes are mostly made by his two closest friends from the Academy, both of whom went out of their way to get assigned to the same ship—Combeferre, the youngest out of the three doctors on board (and half-Betazoid who will cut you if you ask about his species’ “sensuous nature”), and Courfeyrac, the ship’s counselor (technically a non-com, but still part of the crew).  

A quick overview of the crew of the Revolution:

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lathori asked: Darling, dear, love. You've watched Stranger Things. You love Labyrinth. You are free from your internship. Stranger Things/Labyrinth Crossover we discussed. Nancy and Jonathan are my baby monster hunters. Sarah and Nancy meet in college. Go forth <3

LAURENS, your timing is a dream, I just finished the first part of that.  It’s going to be a longer thing, because of course it is, and I’m going to post it piecemeal under the tag “Stranger Labyrinth AU” because if people can portmanteau character names into increasingly worrying sexual diseases, I can do that.

It was the girl’s smile that drew Nancy’s eye, the first time.  There was something about it, something off-kilter and a little familiar—it was the smile of someone laughing at a joke no one else understood.  Harder than pure humor, somehow, as if looking out at the world and saying you poor oblivious bastards all the while.

There were days where Nancy lived that smile.  She hadn’t gone a day without seeing it on a face since she was in high school.  Her brother had it, sometimes, her boyfriend, often, she could feel it curve her lips every time someone suggested a horror movie. They sort of lost their thrill, when you’d lived one.

So when she saw the girl sitting alone at a table in the quad, long dark hair swinging loose and her lovely face turned up toward the sun, Nancy walked over.

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Anonymous asked: I just saw your gifset of Xander being an A+ friend to Buffy re: Willow's "advice" about Angelus and was reminded that I am eternally fuming about it, oh my God, I am so cranky about Xander at all times, do you have a rant? Because I am in the mood to listen to a rant.

snarkyeloquence:

when i rant it tends to get a little a lot scattered but YES I COULD because ugh xander harris. warning: possibly much repetitiveness and very little sense coming up. this got a liiiitle out of control

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sinfullvibes:

half of me is a hopeless romantic and the other half of me is, well, an asshole

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Anonymous asked: Omg for that cannon thing can you please do Grantaire from Les mis and rey from Star wars??

Mmmm YEAH.  From this thing.

Grantaire

• Canon: Grantaire is a boxer, fencer, and dancer.  I know these are common knowledge, but I feel like there are some really glorious opportunities afforded there.  He’s also evidently well-studied, just…in really random stuff, which speaks to me.
  
• Headcanon: Even supposing he’d lived through June 6th, Grantaire wouldn’t have survived long without his friends.  He’d have faded away, been found dead in the street within a month.
• Heartcanon: This is, what, what I think should have happened?  I don’t know, might’ve been nice if someone lived?
• Soulcanon: I might have liked a little more description of the death scene, Vic!  Would’ve been nice!  But my firm belief is that Enjolras probably died pretty much on impact, whereas Grantaire took a minute or two to bleed out.  He didn’t mind, because he fell looking at Enjolras’ face, angled so that the other man looked alive and merely pensive, and he’d say there are worst last sights.  He kept his grip on Enjolras’ hand until he was finally too weak to force his muscles to cooperate.
• Crotchcanon: Sooooo the night before the barricades rose Enjolras probably decided…well, eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we may die.  ‘Be merry’ here accompanied by an intense eyebrow wriggle.  Fight me.  Grantaire figured that at least this way he would know that Enjolras’ skin tasted like before they died.  If I ever wrote fic for this ‘and then there was wildly improbable sex’ incident, it would be intense angst.

Rey, my own sunshine daughter

• Canon: Rey is flawless.  Rey built her speeder and taught herself quarterstaff fighting.  I hear she refused to trade a droid even though she was offered sixty portions.  I hear she managed to fly the Millennium Falcon through an old star destroyer on her first try.  She met Han Solo and he offered her a job.  One time she lightsabered Kylo Ren in the face.  It was awesome.
  
• Headcanon: Rey has definitely…done what needed to be done.  By which I mean she’s definitely killed a dude, and possibly eaten them, depending on how strapped she was for sustenance at the time.
• Heartcanon: I appreciate why Rey didn’t kill Kylo at the end of the movie.  Nonetheless, that hunting-wolf prowl with her teeth bared and the light of a dying star on her skin really did it for me, and I might have liked to see them deal with the fact that even Jedi kill, sometimes.  And Rey’s NOT a Jedi, is the thing, so–yeah.  Basically the summary here is that I want to see Rey kill a dude with a lightsaber.  Kylo would be ideal, but not at all mandatory.  I also really want to see her talk to a Force ghost, and I really, really want that Force ghost to be Anakin Skywalker.  I am only interested in the Rey Skywalker thing insofar as it makes her Anakin’s granddaughter, not Luke’s kid (I’d love it if she was Leia’s kid, Rey Organa is also a plot I’m into, but that seems a little less likely), although I feel like Rey as the savior of the Force Mark III is really excellent.
• Soulcanon: Okay but as long as we’re playing defiance-of-all-reason, what I really want is for Rey to be a midichlorian pregnancy.  The Force decides that the last go-round of a Chosen One went horribly awry (although I have some thoughts on whether that…is strictly speaking true, in the Force’s eyes), so this time, the Force is like “I’m gonna do it again, and it’s going to be another angry sand orphan, but instead of an ex-slave who immediately gets indoctrinated into a powerfully repressive and increasingly rickety ancient Order, it’s going to be a scavenger with a moral backbone like soldered titanium and a quarterstaff, and she’s just gonna fucking wreck people with both.”  And the Force drags Rey kicking and screaming into her destiny and drops her in Luke’s lap like “Be nice to your auntie, bye-bye now” and Luke is like “Um…I don’t deserve this.”  Luke, you fucked off into exile for fifteen years and left your sister to run another rebellion, this time against her son.  You deserve to have your Force-auntie fucking wreck you with her stick and her moral backbone.
• Crotchcanon: Um…the OT3 is a thing and y’all can fight me.  The Damerons.  Poe struggles for a little while with the fact that he seems to have two (young) heroes trying to actively seduce him, in their awkward ways.  Rey’s version of ‘seduction’ is just to press various foodstuffs into his hands and watch with an eager smile as he eats them, Finn’s is a little more like actual flirting, but not a lot.  Finally he just comes back to his quarters (he has a private room by virtue of being a squad leader) and finds Rey literally sitting naked on his bed, legs crossed and calm as when she’s polishing BB-8′s optical sensor.  Finn apologizes, hovering anxiously near the wall, and says that they’ve been trying to convince him to date them but he doesn’t seem to get the message, so Rey got impatient.  Poe gives in to the inevitable.  And then there’s sex.  Lots of sex.  Poe gets the shock of the decade when ever-so-serious General Organa reaches up to clap him on the shoulder in approval, once the others let him out of his quarters again.

So I’m watching Hellboy.

And I just???  Have a lot of feelings about Professor Bruttenholm as a father???  Like, Hellboy is difficult as shit, that’s evident, but even so, at the end of the day, the Professor still claims Hellboy–who is clearly a demon–as his son and has faith in him to…not end the world, I guess, and Hellboy loves him so much.   I am always so upset about this movie.

Anonymous asked: heyyyyy, i would love an exr au where one of them has to teach the other how to dance and it's so frustrating because "he won't fucking cooperate" and there's the deal with sexual tension so one of them just snaps and. . . i'll let you decide their fate ;)))) (love your work btw)

Heeeeeeey, sorry this took a little while, life…is happening to me.  But! Abuse of the fact that Grantaire is canonically a dancer!  Sexual tension!  Here we go!

“One-two-three, one-two-three, that’s-my-foot, one-two-three, one-two—Enjolras!” Grantaire huffed, doing an awkward sort of two-step to back up without releasing his grip on his partner’s hand and waist.  “There are actually nerve endings in my toes, do you mind?”

“I’m trying, you’re not telling me what to do!”  Enjolras scowled down at the floor, brow furrowed as he tried to place his feet, and tugged his hand out of Grantaire’s.  Grantaire released him without a fight, dropping his hand from Enjolras’ hip and immediately missing the warmth.

“It’s a waltz, not brain surgery,” Grantaire said.  “I told you what to do when we started.  There are literally three steps to this dance.”  Enjolras stopped, his frown deepening until it seemed etched into his face, and Grantaire sighed.  “Come here, we can try again,” he said, holding out his hand again.  “Your hand on my shoulder, the other like this,” he coached, pulling Enjolras in again.  “Come on, Apollo,” he said with an attempt at an encouraging smile, “weren’t you valedictorian in high school?  You can do a waltz.”

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