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

failastrology:

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thistranspoet:

Give me a letter. 

• a – age
  
• b – biggest fear
• c – current time 
• d – drink you last had/are having 
• e – easiest person to talk to
• f – favorite song 
• g – ghosts, are they real 
• h – heritage 
• i – in love with 
• k – kissed someone
• l – last time you cried 
• m – middle name 
• n – number of siblings 
• o – one wish
• p – person who you last called 
• q – question you’re always asked 
• r – reason to smile 
• s – song last sang 
  
• t – time you woke up 
• u – underwear color 
• w – worst habit
• x – x-rays you’ve had 
• y – your favorite food 
• z – zodiac sign

ohhhhh y'all gotta come thru with these, these are some good ones

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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.

A set of facts from this post, on request from @littlestartopaz​.  “Kid Death, Soul Eater. Also Harry, from The Blue Sword”

Death the Kid

• Canon: Kid’s hair stripes apparently go all the way around his head once he’s a full-blown shinigami, and that’s adorable to me for some reason.
  
• Headcanon: I tend to imagine that Kid had a rough time adjusting to ‘normal’ people.  Like, the other meisters were reticent with him because of…who he is and who he’s related to, and he comes at everything with a very arrogant perspective, especially early on, so I tend to think that he has a horribly rough time learning to make friends.  Like, Patty and Liz were probably his first close friends.  I’m pretty committed to that.
• Heartcanon: Oooohhh, I dunno, I was pretty pleased with stuff.  I feel like Kid actually has a devious side under that wide-eyed anxious exterior, would’a liked to have that pan out more fully.
• Soulcanon: Kid becomes a shinigami and replaces Death and has a few conversations with various people who protest that it’s just not traditional for the Grim Reaper to dual wield pistols.  They make lengthy and detailed arguments against his actions, there are sources, there is, on one memorable occasion, a PowerPoint.  And Kid nods and ‘hmm’s and he continues to dual wield pistols.  I don’t fucking care how it happens, he makes Patty and Liz immortal somehow.
• Crotchcanon: I actually have no idea.  Because every time I sit down and try to think about Kid and sex, I inevitably end up wondering about the logistics of sex with a shinigami.  Like.  How does that shit even pan out?  Do you need to worry about condoms, or are death gods naturally infertile?  Or in control of that sort of thing?  Does Death have a body under that robe?  Do the weird black shadow-tentacle things come into play?  HOW DOES THIS WORK.  So, as you can see, I have never made enough headway on this train of thought to have an opinion.

Harry (Angharad, Harimad-sol)

• Canon: Harry Crewe is canonically good with any and all (non-demon) animals.  Giant ill-tempered warhorse?  Sure.  Loner hunting cat?  No problem.  Harry Crewe is also a stone-cold badass, and all of you should read The Blue Sword and appreciate her.
  
• Headcanon: Harry definitely causes small-to-middling disasters as she learns to use her massively powerful kelar for things other than bringing down mountain ranges.  And as handy as that ability to fucking wreck an opponent is, it’s a little hard on Corlath’s City, and they all look on with a sort of benignly exasperated affection.  Kelar tends to cause problems, but even Corlath never 'fixed’ a stone door and accidentally melded it with the frame.
• Heartcanon: Damarian weddings have some kind of family-of-the-bride aspect and Mathin gives Harry away, or whatever the equivalent is, as the Daughter of the Riders.  He cries a little and she cries a little and no one ever says anything about it.  Also, Corlath very very quietly slaps Mathin with some kind of title, whatever he can get away with, as the father of their new Queen.  Mathin isn’t informed of this for almost an entire year.
• Soulcanon: Aerin and Harry meet.  In the flesh.  At some point.  I don’t give a fuck who argues with me on this.  And Aerin visits Harry in her dreams and at first Harry’s very deferential and nervous, but she lightens up over time, and Aerin gives her advice on being a queen and being a legend and being a mother.  (At some point, when Harry is just exhausted of everything and frustrated with everyone and ready to ride off into the desert just to get away, Aerin turns up and tells a story about a very vain girl named Galanna who got her eyelashes shaved off and could have been rolled out a window, she was sleeping so heavily.  Harry laughs herself sick in the dream and wakes up smiling for the first time in weeks.)
• Crotchcanon: Okay but we can all agree that there was definitely some desperate, maneuvered-around-wounds, I-can’t-believe-you’re-alive-and-here sex in Corlath’s tent after that reunion scene, right?  And once everyone was recovered and back in the City, there was definitely a day where Harry was just like “Update: I moved all your meetings and acquired snacks” and they just literally spent an entire day having sex in the blue stone garden.  I can’t be alone in that assessment.

Anonymous asked: 95-97?

Wheeeee, these are fun, I’m so easily amused.  This thing again.

95. Last movie you watched?

STAR TREK BEYOND, and darling, it was a glorious experience.

96. Favourite actress?

I…um.  Dunno.  I’m watching Veronica Mars right now so my first impulse is Kristen Bell.  Daisy Ridley is a good contender.  Gina Torres.  Lucy Lawless.  Rinko Kikuchi.  Charlize Theron and all the other women in Fury Road.  The entire female cast of Star Trek.  I don’t know, other people.  It’s a long list.

97. Favourite actor?

…John Boyega, Oscar Isaac, the entire male cast of Star Trek. Tom Hardy. That’s…I’m not good at the favorite actor/actress questions, I hope this has been appropriately vague.  I mostly based my answers on the roles that came up as favorites, I know basically jack about these people except that Daisy Ridley could deadlift me and has an open invitation to do so any day.

Anonymous asked: 87-91

Yay, more of these!  I hope you’re all aware that I’m ruthlessly procrastinating, yes?

87. First person you talked to today?

Depending on whether Skype chat counts: either my mother (Skype) or my summer roommate (in person).

88. Last person you talked to today?

I am literally talking to Adler right now on chat, if that counts.  Barring that, my summer roommate was the last human being I exchanged speech with.

89. Name a person you hate?

Ohhhh, well, the easy go-to is this dude named Sawyer, but I have worse grudges.  Some of my cousins, maybe.  My physics teacher from last semester, my health teacher from high school.  A lot of teachers, actually, I have a bad track record with teachers.

90. Name a person you love?

My mom, my dad, Adler.

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

Right this second?  Low-key want to punch my orgo teacher for talking me into doing this internship that’s driving me insane.  High-key want to punch Donald Trump, but c’est la vie, c’est la fucking vie.  And I perpetually want to punch about forty people I knew in high school, my cousins, and all three of my grandparents.  I think it would be cheaper and quicker than therapy.  I also really want to punch the dude who called me baby on the street, I don’t like being catcalled.  …I am a violent soul, okay.

Anonymous asked: 35-38

*bounces excitedly*  I love when people do ask memes!  Yay!  From this thing!

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

Um…is ‘neither’ an option?  But seriously I’d probably say TV, on the stipulation that I could keep books, music, movies, and all other not-made-for-TV media.  My ADHD ass needs distractions, I would maybe go clinically insane stuck in my own brain without lots of audiovisual input.

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

Honey, look, it you hand me someone grandstanding about how gay people are going to hell, or someone getting into a girl’s space without permission, or someone messing with someone based on their religion, and I am the ballsiest person this side of the Prime Meridian.  That being said, I don’t tell people when I have crushes on them.  This is helped by the fact that I’m a professional at emotional control and therefore generally don’t notice a crush as anything other than above-average levels of rambling until something drastic happens.

37. What do you say during awkward silences?

Depends.  If I know the person well, I’ll come up with something truly bizarre like “Did you know that John Quincy Adams kept a pet alligator in his house during his presidency” or “Some people have a third set of false ribs in addition to the two that are standard issue” or “You are 50% genetically identical to a banana.”  If it’s someone I don’t know or don’t trust not to mock me for being weird, I try to acquire some inner Zen and keep my mouth shut.

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

Well, I’m flexible on the gender thing, but honestly?  Someone who’s a bit of an asshole.  Not someone mean or whatever, someone who’s enough of a dick to think that, for example, my jokes are funny, not just bitter.  Someone with enough of a backbone to bicker with me, because it freaks me out when people are 100% acquiescent all the time.  Someone with a good sense of humor and a nice laugh and appreciation for black humor, because I’m a cynic.  Someone who understands that it’s not personal if I need a few hours to myself, who won’t fucking flip out on me if I say “this is a medical emergency and you are not bleeding out so frankly you’re not my priority right now.”  Someone who’s willing to listen to me make commentary on my favorite movies, and willing to put up with my periodic episodes of sensory overload or food issues.  Someone who shows actual interest in me physically and mentally but is still willing to stop if I seem uncomfortable, which I guess…is a pretty low bar, on further reflection.  Oh well.

Anonymous asked: 10-14

Heeeey, people are doing the thing, that’s so gratifying!

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

It was @twistedangelsays.  It’s always her, unless it’s my mom.

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

“Also: literally what would they even do to him. He predates the CONCEPT of laws, let alone specific ones.”  I’m not telling you what that’s about, I feel like leaving it at that will be funnier.

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

Roadside by Rise Against, Young Gods by Halsey, Delilah by Florence + the Machine, From Eden by Hozier, and Welcome to the Family by Avenged Sevenfold.  Oh, and Hum Hallelujah by Fall Out Boy, which is ALWAYS one of my favorite songs.

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

YES.  I mean, as long as it’s someone I know and trust.  I am a pettable creature.

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

Luck, yes, especially in the capacity of “mine usually turns sour.”  Miracles, also yes, because otherwise I would be really, really dead about four times over.  Which I realize is kind of contradictory to the bad luck thing, but trust me here.

slyrider asked: 148 - 150 for the ask meme :D

From this thing.

148. What’s your favourite quote?

Wellllll I have a lot.  But strong contenders are “Do not go gentle into that good night; rage, rage against the dying of the light” and “I’d rather be divisive than indecisive” and “Humanity is where the falling angel meets the rising ape” and “You are what you love, not who loves you.”  At least, those are the ones I can think of, right this second.  I’m sure there are a thousand and one I’ll regret not putting on here once I remember them.

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

I…sort of?  Not so much in the ‘running around causing trouble’ sense, like I’m pretty confident that those ghosthunter TV shows are bullshit, but I have difficulty discrediting something that’s been such an integral part of human thought for so long.  Even though the modern American concept of ghosts pretty much dates to the Civil War (there was this whole thing about the dead coming home, since you usually didn’t get the bodies back), the concept of a lingering spirit is…old.  Very old.  And very universal.  So I have trouble rejecting out-of-hand one of the only things humanity ever seems to have agreed on.  

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

“Aerin knew that Tor was careful not to use his real strength when he forced her back; but at least, as she learned, he had to be quick to keep her off; and strength, she hoped, would come.”  

It’s from The Hero and the Crown by Robin McKinley and let me tell you something, sweetie, that book is probably one of my top three favorites.  It’s amazing.  If anyone wants to hear more I will write you the most impassioned book rec in history.

@littlestartopaz​ asked for the answers to F, W, X, and Y from this post, sooo here we go.

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it. 

Answered here.

W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones?

As I believe we’ve established, my writing operates on a very strict rule: the less specific a prompt is, the faster it gets out of hand.  Do I like general prompts like “Hamilton Star Wars AU” that I can write about at length?  Absolutely.  But I also really don’t have time to do a lot of them, so perforce I’m going to say ‘specific’.

X: A character you enjoy making suffer.

…all of them.  Ever.  Specifically?  Um…nah, I’m going to stand by that.  The more I like a character, the more I want to see them cry over the bodies of everyone they’ve ever loved.  One of my most beloved original characters actually has that exact experience in the canon plot of her novel, and everyone I killed for it were characters I adore.  No one is safe.

Y: A character you want to protect.

I’m going to assume that it’s perfectly feasible to both like making a character suffer and want to protect them, so…yeah.  Wanda Maximoff is the first one to come to mind, also Kurt Wagner, Jean Grey, and Warren Worthington III, John Laurens (I can include historical characters, I do what I want), Grantaire, Enjolras, Cosette, Eponine, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff…Veronica Mars, Logan Echolls…the Animorphs if anyone gets THAT reference…Aerin Dragon-Killer, which is even MORE obscure…Rogue, Gambit, Kitty Pryde, Colossus…this list could go on.