People are being bad at timelines and ages so I made one with everyone’s ages including Palpatine because everyone should remember ol’ grandpa Sheev.
Ages come from Wookieepedia. There is a spoiler for TFA on the second part, obviously, so don’t enlarge if you haven’t seen it. Also some notes on each, of course.
aries: captain phasma
taurus: obi wan
gemini: bb-8
cancer: finn
leo: maz kanata
virgo: luke skywalker
libra: general leia
scorpio: poe dameron
sagittarius: han solo
capricorn: general hux
aquarius: kylo ren
pisces: rey
Okay. I was seriously thrown by the title when this first crossed my dash (How dare he belittle her!), so I saved it to read after I had seen the film. Now I’ve seen it and I’m going through all my read-later-links and OH MY GOD YES ALL OF THE THINGS I AGREE ALL THE WAY I’M NOT CRYING YOU’RE CRYING FINALLY SOMEONE GETS IT!!!
It does contain *!!* SPOILERS *!!* so if you haven’t seen the film yet, fave it or reblog it or whatever to come back to later, because this is too good a read to miss.
“She’s a role model for boys. Indeed, she’s the perfect role model for little boys, and a whole bunch of supposedly grown ass men as well. She’s the role model they need. Frankly, she’s the role model our expanding universe of epic sexist bullshittery needs. And it’s about damn time, really.”
My assignment:
Without Losers , Where Would the Winners Be?, It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia for fujiidom, Charlie/Dee, PG, 4600 words
High school flashbacks, which were fun to write, especially the part where Dennis slimes his weirdness everywhere. I restarted this fic four times, so obviously this fandom came super easy to me. Anyway, I might finish one of my abandoned false starts, where Dee writes terrible Kindle porn and Charlie does her social media promotion.
My main collection treats:
Rolling Destiny’s Dice, Calvin & Hobbes: Gritty Reboot Trailer for jedi_penguin, Gen, PG, 1100 words.
Yeah, I don’t even know. Sometimes you have two hours free at work and write a trippy universe folding in on itself fic about Calvin & Hobbes from the tiger’s point of view. What.
The Thin Line Between Lonely and Alone, Turn for Devilc, Benjamin Tallmadge/Caleb Brewster, PG, 1700 words
This was just an excuse to write Ben/Caleb kissing. Caleb was fun to write. :D
My madness collection treats, both of which I wrote in under an hour on Christmas Day:
Talk Less; Drink More, Hamilton for Citagazze, Hamilton/Burr, PG, 285 words
Burr gets Hamilton to shut up for a minute and is probably too pleased with himself over it.
Genius, Limitless for htbthomas, Brian/Rebecca (ish), G, 250 words
Rebecca is the best! Brian and I both know this.
Gifts for me:
No Restraint, Hamilton, Hamilton/Burr, 6250 words, NC-17 by cartographies
Charlie is Bad Under Pressure (Or: Most of the Gang Finds Out), It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, Charlie/Dee, 550 words, R by Missy
I already linked the first one, which I adored, but I also got a Madness treat and it’s ADORABLE. Exactly how I like Charlie and Dee together.
Me: “Go get dressed, please.”
6yo: “BUT I ALREADY HAD CLOTHES ON YESTERDAY!!!”
**Stomps up the stairs**
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My boyfriend was on the phone with his dad yesterday so I went out to sit on the patio to pet the geese and play on my phone for a bit, and while out there I came across a comic of baby Grimace (yes, that Grimace) being sad because everyone hated his milkshake and saying he wished he never had a birthday. Then there was a follow up where tons of people had commented saying they loved the shake and wished Grimace a happy birthday, and that made him happy again.
This, for whatever reason, emotionally devastated me. I was sobbing. I was ugly crying so bad that even the geese waddled away side-eyeing me.
After a while my bf yelled from inside, "Okay, you ready for dinner?" and I was forced to accept I had to go back in the house a defeated sniffly little wreck.
My boyfriend, who has only ever seen me cry once in the whole year we've been together, looked horrorstruck. He assumed the worst. Someone got hurt. Something was wrong with my family. Someone was mean to me (a cardinal sin). The panic that washed over his face was unparalleled.
He, upon seeing me, (somewhat theatrically) rushed over and grabbed me by the shoulders. "What's wrong, what happened? Are you okay?" he asked, frantic. "What is it?"
I realized how ridiculous the whole situation was and just shook my head.
He was growing more panicked. "What is it? Why are you crying?"
I then had to stand there and look him, this completely normal human being, in the eyes, and blurt out "Grimace"
Confused silence followed.
"....Grimace?"
I nodded.
"...The McDonalds guy...thing?"
I nodded.
"What...what did...Grimace...do to you?"
I then tearfully recounted the silly internet comic that had absolutely broken my heart. And this poor guy--this poor, wonderfully sweet, nice, patient guy--kindly stood there trying to figure out how to comfort me that Grimace was not, in fact, sad. (Nevermind that he's a corporate mascot who isn't real)
This morning my phone rang just after 5am. It was my boyfriend. It was my turn to panic, to assume the worst.
I didn't even have time to say hello before he started excitedly yelling, "Look at the TikTok I just sent you! Look! Open it!"
Confused and not entirely convinced I wasn't still asleep, I opened the TikTok.
An official release from McDonalds confirming Grimace (who still isn't real) did, in fact, feel special on his birthday.
also while we were in the car headed to dinner I remembered the little panel of Grimace crying and I got all teary eyed again, and my boyfriend looked over and, with all the genuine care, compassion, and sympathy this guy could muster, legitimately asked, “Are you having Grimace thoughts again?” which I don’t think I’ll ever let myself live down
