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

Anonymous asked: Our dog ran away today because my brother and his best friend accidentally let her out and started chasing her and I have spent 8 hours looking for her and now it is dark and I don't know what to do.

Oh, honey, I’m not going to lie, that sounds absolutely awful.  I’m so sorry this is happening, and I wish I could tell you that there’s some miracle secret to fixing this.  Hell, I wish I could come and fix it myself.  As it is, all I can tell you is that this too shall pass, one way or another, and that you’ll survive, and offer a few pieces of advice that you might/might not have tried already.

• Contact all your local animal shelters, give them a description of your dog and her name, and then ask them to call you if a dog matching that description comes in.  Visit them in person, if you can, and check back frequently.  If you don’t have a shelter nearby, try contacting the police department.

• Post notices in grocery stores, community centers, etc.  I’d focus on areas where pet owners tend to be common, such as pet stores and the vet’s office, because another pet owner is more likely to come through for you.  

• If you decide to post a reward, be cautious of people who report in just in hopes of getting the reward.  I’d suggest leaving out one distinguishing feature about your dog (if possible–my black Lab, for example, is just…black, not a lot of distinguishing features to speak of) and then asking the people who claim they have her to describe her in detail.

And most of all, don’t give up hope, all right, sweetie?  Pets have been found after months.  I hope this pans out well for you, baby, keep me posted and let me know if there’s anything I can do to make you feel better, okay?

yarndarling asked: Hey so I was wondering what your feelings about podfic are? Because I would love to make one of that K2-SO ficlet you wrote . He's my favorite and you've really got him down. *grins *

*chokes on air* 

Oh my God?  Um, yes?  Go to town, please, absolutely, make whatever podfics you want and tag me so that I can flail over them.

(I can’t believe that fic went well, I like wrote it by accident in thirty minutes when I was intending to just do a couple headcanons.)

Anonymous asked: Seriously Moana is my most favorite movie of this year. I loved Rogue One but there is something about watching a little girl jump up and down because "she looks like me" not only was it just amazing in general, it had an awesome message and casting

Okay, honey, not gonna lie, Moana watered my crops, cleared my skin, cured my depression, and gave me hope and faith in humanity again.  Like.

Look at this.

Originally posted by iammoana

This movie is a gift.

Originally posted by englishrosexs

I feel so undeserving.

Originally posted by not-equal-with-myself

THIS MOVIE IS ONE OF THE GREATEST THINGS HUMANITY HAS EVER CREATED.

Originally posted by moana-disney-movie

Good job, everybody.  Good job on this.

cadeteyes asked: If you're taking rogue one prompts, could you do headcannons for the tragic space bbys (those being Cassian and Bodhi. I have a few of my own but I'd love to see what other people think)

I am…sorry…it’s possible I went Full Tragic with these.

Cassian

• Cassian Andor has a home planet—Fest—but only in the most generously technical sense. (When Jyn asks, he shrugs and says “It’s cold, somewhere out on the Rim.  My sister showed me how to throw snowballs there when I was four.”  That’s about what he knows.)  His parents are merchants—legitimate merchants, thank you very much—and he learns young how to act like he knows where he’s going and what he’s doing, because wandering young children are always kind of a popular target for trouble.
• Cassian doesn’t remember a single day when someone flipped a switch and he lived in the Empire, it was more of a slow slide until suddenly everything was Stormtroopers and the whispers of Darth Vader and the Imperial Flag high overhead. And one day he looked up and saw the flag, and looked down and saw his parents smuggling information out of merchant centers for those who needed it, and he decided he was going to do something.  That’s the day he remembers.
• Cassian has never been naïve.  Three weeks later, he learned that spies die, and that, sometimes, saving something is worth paying with your life.  His parents and his sister bought his escape with theirs.  Watching their blood cool as he hid, he decided he was still going to do something, even if he died trying.
• Cassian speaks…a lot of languages.  The running joke in the Rebel Alliance is that if you need a translator and none of the droids can manage, it’s time to call Cassian.  He just kind of picked them up as he drifted, after his parents died, and hell, he was six then and it’s been twenty years, he’s worth his weight in gold as a linguist.  Of course, he’s only fluent in about eight, but if you need to talk to some random guy from Fuck All Nowhere, Outer Rim, Cassian’s your man.  It doesn’t matter if he’s never heard the language before, he’s going to Make It Happen.  That’s the other thing Cassian’s known for: Making It Happen.  It’s a good trait in a spy.
• (Cassian never meets Luke Skywalker—he dies just hours too soon.  But Luke would have liked to listen to Cassian curse in a cluttered mix of Bocce and Huttese and Force knows what else.  It’s the sound of home.)
• Cassian was formally recruited into the Rebellion because he managed to pick a spy’s pocket successfully, and then the spy watched this skinny eleven-year-old lie his ass off to a Stormtrooper and steal a speeder.  The spy (Cassian doesn’t remember his name, the man died on his next mission and Cassian cried for him) basically tucked Cassian under his arm like a football and kidnapped him.  He was welcomed like a prodigal into the Rebel Alliance, his family remembered for their sacrifice and his information collected over his wanderings a desperately needed help.
• His method of official entry to the Rebellion had a serious impact on Cassian’s recruiting style.
• Cassian has met Leia—she’s almost seven years younger than him, and she acts like he should know how high to jump before she gives the order.  He thinks she’s Great™.  He once watched her slay a man with nothing but words at forty paces and it was the most amazing thing he’d ever seen.  He thinks Bail Organa is Also Great™ and is absolutely flattered beyond belief when he one time hears Bail refer to him as their best spy.
• And finally: Cassian has done some bad shit.  He’s killed, he’s lied, and he’s been on both sides of the interrogation table more than once—sometimes nicely, other times…less so.  But the Rebellion is his home, it’s the only home he’s ever had since the warmth of his sister’s hand and his mother’s smile and his father’s voice, and he’s willing to do what he has to in order to protect it.  He regrets very little, and he still holds his hope for victory close to his heart. And it burns him that Jyn Erso is so ready to act righteous when she’s hidden from the war all these years.  It burns worse because he watches her speak and watches her rage and Force she’s like a star given human flesh, and he can’t breathe with how much he wants to see her lit up with belief in something.
• He dies at peace, breathing easy, because he’s protected his home and he’s seen Jyn on fire with passion and righteous anger and it was all he’s ever dreamed.

Bodhi

• Bodhi Rook doesn’t remember this—there’s a lot he doesn’t remember, from Before—but he has met Baze and Chirrut before. Actually, he met Guardian Malbus and Guardian Îmwe, when he came up to their knees.  All he remembers is that he loved the Temple of the Whills, loved the smooth warmth of the carved stone walls and the way the altar glowed dimly in the dark and the feeling of breathing in energy when he stood near the crystals.  He doesn’t remember Guardian Malbus’ booming laugh as he gaped up at the arches of the ceiling, nor Guardian Îmwe’s wide grin when he breathlessly said that it was beautiful.  He doesn’t remember the way he touched a kyber crystal—so daring he could barely believe it of himself—and felt it sing under his fingers and saw Guardian Îmwe’s milky eyes turn toward him as if summoned by the thrum in the air.
• Bodhi also doesn’t remember that he swore up and down for a full two years that he was going to be a Guardian.  
• Bodhi does remember a specific day when the flag of the Empire rose overhead.  The clones they had come to trust as the strong arm of the Jedi swept through Jedha City like a storm, and Bodhi remembers with horrible clarity the stark white of their uniforms, scrubbed clean of the individualized markers they’d been so proud of.  He remembers most clearly of all the body of one of the Guardians who had been most indulgent of him, a tall, powerful Togruta woman with a lightning-like scar branching down the length of her arm, splayed broken on the ground with her glazed eyes pointed to the flag hung out from the Temple wall.
• Bodhi remembers the lesson he learned that day: even the best fighter can’t stand against the Empire.
• Bodhi has two mothers and twin baby brothers and they need to be fed.  The Empire pays.  He’s sixteen when he swallows down his nausea and takes the cargo job.  He’s a good pilot—they don’t care about his age.
• It doesn’t hurt as much to watch them rip out the kyber crystals if he doesn’t watch.  
• Bodhi has seen more combat than you might think.  He’s been hit by raiders three times, Rebels twice, and perfected the fine art of ‘running like hell,’ but it doesn’t always work out.  He’s only ever had to shoot someone twice.
• He doesn’t want to talk about it.
• Bodhi is a little in love with Galen Erso.  Not so much with the man himself, although certainly there’s an appeal to the nimble fingers and soft voice and steady gaze, but with his courage. Bodhi, who misses the steady pulse of the kyber crystals, listens to Galen speak quietly about resistance and courage and finding a way to do the right thing, and sees the bright flicker of brave-hearted determination beneath the veneer of the Imperial engineer.  He listens, and Galen’s voice washes over him, and Bodhi loves him for the steady gaze in his eyes.  
• The same brave-bright storm lights in Jyn, as she fights to convince the Alliance of her father’s message, and she looks at him with a steady fire in her eyes, and Bodhi loves her for it.

Anonymous asked: Can we talk about K-2SO OMG he is such a precious child and he is so rude and I love him

MY DEAR ASSHOLE ROBOT.

So here’s something K-2SO has never told Cassian: he remembers part of his time as an Imperial droid.  Not much–certainly not enough to know what to tell a Stormtrooper where he’s taking some prisoners, thank you, Cassian.  Just a few minutes, prior to the reboot.

He remembers [IDENTIFY: SPY, REBEL ALLIANCE] ticking over his visual scanner.  He remembers [COMMAND: ELIMINATE], and advancing on the organic in the overlarge coat.  He remembers the organic–[IDENTIFY: MALE, HUMANOID, YOUNG]–pressing his lips together and taking aim with a blaster.

He remembers cold.

Which is stupid, of course, droids don’t feel cold, K-2 is designed to survive the vacuum of space.

But still.

The next thing he remembers is powering on, and wondering why he was on the ground.  And then, of course, he ran a full-system diagnostic because if there’s one thing Imperial droids aren’t meant to do, it’s wonder, so clearly there’s a glitch in his programming.

The diagnostic returned a report that all systems had been set to full default.  K-2SO lay perfectly still and issued a command to his circuits. [IDENTIFY: BASE COMMAND STRUCTURE.]

The code was still chasing itself in circles in an ineffective system search when the organic gave him a gentle prod with his boot.

[IDENTIFY: SPY, REBEL ALLIANCE], his system reported.

[YES, THANK YOU], K-2SO thought.  Thought.  He was pretty sure that was a glitch too.  The lack of memory base and base command set were definitely glitches.  He should report himself for decommissioning.

“Hey!” the organic hissed.  

“You have reprogrammed me,” K-2SO deduced slowly–slowly for a droid, which means that the organic probably thought he’d done it instantaneously.

“Yeah, so don’t shoot me for it.  Can you get me into the hangar?”

“Why should I?” K-2SO asked, flat, and the organic blined at him for a long moment before he bared his teeth.  

[IDENTIFY: MAMMALIAN PLEASURE RESPONSE], his system chirped.  

[PLEASE BE QUIET, I AM THINKING], K-2SO said, and he liked this thinking thing.  He also liked this liking-things thing.  He didn’t want to be decommissioned, and wasn’t that a major system failure.

“How about ‘because in the Rebel Alliance we don’t decommission mouthy droids’?”

[PROBABILITY OF DECOMMISSIONING: 98.97%] K-2SO’s system reported clinically.  

[SILENCE], he ordered.

“You shot me,” K-2SO observed, pulling himself upright.  The organic was still baring his teeth–grinning.

“Yeah, but you were going to kill me,” he said with a sharp accent.  “I’m Cassian.”

[IDENTIFY: ANDOR, CASSIAN; SPY, REBEL ALLIANCE; NUMBER EIGHT MOST WANTED–]

[S T O P]  His system finally stopped chattering, and something in his coding gave an almost audible crack as it snapped.

“Why would you tell me that?”

“Because you’ve already decided to help me.”  Cassian was grinning, grinning, and K-2SO was annoyed to find that he was right.  “What’s your designation?”

“K-2SO,” he said.  “And there is an 82.4% chance of our capture and mutual decommissioning.”  If he had been organic, he would have stuttered–he did not plan to say that.  Apparently that crack was the filter coding between his analytic systems and his vocoder.

Cassian shook his head.  “I don’t want to know, K-2.  Come on.”

ididthistoconfuseyouhahaha asked: "solid titanium gonads" is the most ridiculous and greatest tag i have ever read

I AM SO PROUD OF THAT WHOLE TAG RANT.

For those of you who are confused, those are from the tags on this post, specifically:  (YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT BAIL ORGANA FATHER OF LEIA ORGANA OUR LADY OF BULLSHIT WHO LOOKED VADER IN THE EYE AND LIED WHEN HE LITERALLY WAS FEET FROM BEING ON HER SHIP DOESN’T APPRECIATE A SET OF SOLID TITANIUM GONADS WHEN HE SEES THEM IN ACTION) (YOU CANNOT).  Incidentally, if you’re not reading my tags, you’re missing out.

Anonymous asked: BODHI MY BABY OH THAT BEAUTIFUL MARSHMALLOW

BODHI MY CHILD, OH MY GOD, MY POOR BRAVE BOY.

I just, okay, so, Bodhi is the messenger, right, that’s his WHOLE JOB.  And he spends the entire movie trying to get a message to the Rebellion and be believed.  And at first he’s grabbed by Saw’s people, and they don’t really believe him and they’re not really the Rebellion.  And then he’s jailbroken and kidnapped by Cassian (Rogue One is basically just a bunch of people Cassian Andor kidnapped), and he gets to the Rebellion but they don’t believe him–or at least not enough of them.

And then, God, and then he’s down on Scarif and he finally gets through.  It costs so many lives, so many ships, but he gets his message to the Rebellion and they hear him and believe him.  There’s someone up there.  There’s someone listening.  Bodhi the messenger has finally delivered his message.

And he smiles as he dies.

flvffs asked: Although re the grammar post I have seen "wonton", the dumpling, spelled both "wanton" as well as "wantan", and I personally am more inclined to pronounce it "wantan".

I had no idea that was a thing!  I now know ‘wantan’ is an approved alternate spelling of the pinyin (did some research because I love Google), but it looks like ‘wanton’ is just the sex thing.  And I think the issue comes in more when people talk about ‘moaning wontonly,’ which just.   ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.  I dunno, that always brings me up short and makes me ask Questions. 

Anonymous asked: IT WAS SCREAMING SEEKING SCREAMING AND I THANK YOU FOR INDULGING ME, SOMEONE PLEASE GIVE THIS MAN A NICE THING. also MAN chirrut and baze and the different things they judge people on, the different influences that shape who they can consider 'good', BAZE TAKING DARKNESS INTO HIMSELF TO SPARE CHIRRUT, JUST FUCK ME UP I WASN'T THINKING ABOUT THAT BEFORE AND NOW I CAN'T STOP

I’M GLAD MY DUDE BECAUSE IT’S ALL I’VE BEEN ABLE TO THINK ABOUT FOR LIKE THE BEST PART OF THREE HOURS NOW.

GOTTA SHARE THE PAIN.

thanatoswrath asked: Have you seen Yuri on ICE yet?

INDEED I HAVE MY BUDDY MY PAL.  I’m not fully caught up through the end of the first season, but I feel so #blessed to have this sort of gay shit in my life, like, my god.