haven’t been around much, so updates at random:
1. Haz Job. It pays tuition and a stipend, which is nice
2. Owe a paper and supporting documents from last semester. Regret many things.
3. More or less definitely not not-panicking? Better pop in early on Tuesday and see if I can observe someone else’s recitation to get a hang of what info the kiddos need. (‘Kiddos’. Either freshman or I’ll get lucky and hit a stats course recitation.) 
4. Neeeeeed to ask someone about the GA student / recitation leaders’ group chat. 
5. Oh, ye gods, lunch. 
6. I’m making notes in random places and notebooks so I don’t forget things and thank fucketty I don’t have class Tuesday
7. This is my final semester of actual classes (that aren’t co-requisite with clinical year). There are forms and a test and a need for me to contact people and make calls for them to write things that will ultimately give me class credit for things. Help. 
8. Why. 
9. Oh god I never got the car service appointment set up. 
10. Need to reschedule dentist and call the medical supply company to yell at them for sending me stuff twice (so I may now have to pay for it)

Anyway I’m also pretty sad that my class websites aren’t up yet so I can’t see what I’m in for on that front (to have more to panic about)
yes, yes, I know exactly what this sounds like, an anxiety-riddled breakdown. Don’t worry, you haven’t met my mum. She’s worse. 

ok basically
sw doesn’t [so far as I can tell] get into the politics of things like: why did over a hundred worlds decide to give the republic the bird and join the CIS? What is the whole Council of Neutral Systems up to? 

I’m currently raging at my brain because it’s doing the ‘oooh bad thing! Bad Thing!’ dance every time I think about secession. Which is kind of... I mean it’s always presented as Bad. And, ok, yes: a lot of the time withdrawal from the UN was ‘you’re giving them membership so we’re leaving’ or ‘you’re being all judgy cuz we invaded these guys so f u’. But there must be thoroughly legitimate and hefty economic and social reasons for buggering off and taking one’s chances in the CIS or CNS, surely. I have several worlds that went CIS by insurgency, ie, were pressured into backing out of the Republic. 

Ultimately it’s not like there aren’t good reasons to tell the republic to F off. But on the other hand, since “everyone yammering on about how the system is corrupt but they don’t leave” is a perfectly plausible (and safe) situation, how bad does a situation really have to be for a planet to say ‘fuck this shit I’m out’? You have to have a compelling reason to disrupt years of belonging to a larger body to say either ‘I’ll take my chances with the new guys’ or ‘I’ll make it on my own’. That’s exactly why half the time it’s an attempt at a power move or political blackmail. 

And in the present condition, secession from the republic sounds a lot like brexit: voted on by a bunch of people who didn’t have all the facts, buoyed up by xenophobic sentiment, wanting to keep the EU benefits. :/

Decided to track all my arcs that are playing into the frankenau. It’s been... interesting. There’s quite a bit I keep forgetting, and I wouldn’t like to miss them while writing. There are also arcs I haven’t completely figured out—actually, a lot of arcs. 

I wanted to arrange things according to, if not timeline, then the separate Parts. My betas recommended I round up the Parts by theme, make them self-contained, so this is going decently well. But it is terrifying, discovering how little I have planned out, and yet how big the Parts already are. 

But the latter half of the work is very underdeveloped, mostly because I don’t want to think about the war timeline. (Karma wrote one out that takes 10 years, which is more than a little daunting). I think the issue is that I also want another plot line for the war years but have no idea what to do yet. Honestly the worst thing about spinning webs, it’s the fact that you have to step forward into the unknown in order to find out more. 

 I don't sound particularly convinced, I realise X'D

But I think that's it. Turns out there are a lot more things backed up in files than I remembered, which is a good thing. I'll, possibly, post them sometime. Give them a nudge. 

Still, mostly invested in frankenau for the time being. 

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So I probably won’t be writing this, but there is some rudimentary headcanoning below. It’s not a full worldbuild, and it neatly skipped over a few decades there, but it’s a start ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Anonymous said: Stained glass above radicals, for the title prompt

So, this is more of an au outline than writing. There's a short story posted to ao3, Stained Glass, which this au follows from. I don't feel great about posting au outlines on ao3, though at some point I might just make a collection for scraps, but I definitely wanted to crosspost it here.

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With apologies to norcumi :( I'm just not sure I'm coming back here
though, I may post a later Force-ghost scene + actual premise of what happens here
bizarrely I'm pretty sure those parts are handwritten


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hellsbellssinclub said: The Sith that was wearing his Former Master's face tilted his head in silent confusion. - for the first sentence meme

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Right, so, in this case I paired two prompts, so this is going to contain 2 tumblr posts.

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eirianerisdar said: For that first sentence fic thing (gen please): Obi-Wan smiled, contemplating ten ways to end this peacefully, and a dozen more *not* so peacefully.

Obi-Wan smiled, contemplating ten ways to end this peacefully, and a dozen more not so peacefully. The peaceful resolutions were not nearly as appealing.

Obi-Wan found himself surrounded by a group of old, hide-bound, self-absorbed, iron-fisted ‘civil servants’ who couldn’t even see that their greed was choking the economy and destroying the lower classes that supported their lavish lifestyles. They didn’t even see fit acknowledge the demands of the rebels currently occupying a fully equipped fortress situated mere klicks away.

The fortress where his Master was currently attempting to prevent an imminent attack. Obi-Wan wasn’t certain he wished their situations had been reversed.

He only hoped his Master would be able to placate—or at least delay—the rebels until he could get these fools to consider even listening to their demands.

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maawi said: No, Master, I need more time.

“No, Master, I need more time.”

Qui-Gon sighed, leaning back to rest his head against the wall of his cell. “Obi-Wan, the rebels are moving to attack at dawn. You have no more time for negotiations, now is the time to admit defeat and leave, Padawan.”

For a moment, Qui-Gon caught the impression of deathly stillness even through their bond, which he’d kept rather heavily shielded. “Master, where are you? Are you hurt?”

Obi-Wan’s voice held a slow and dangerous edge to it, which almost made Qui-Gon’s lips twitch upward in a fond smile.

“Not seriously,” he said, stretching out and crossing his legs on the floor in front of him. “I’m in one of their cell blocks, but I can assure you, Padawan, I’m only staying as long as is necessary to keep up a general appearance of harmlessness. If you insist on dallying, however, rest assured I will walk out of here, take the shuttle, fly it into the bloody courtyard, and haul you out of there myself.”

“Understood, Master. Leaving now.”

But of course, his Padawan would park their shuttle in the middle of the rebel-held fort the next morning, Qui-Gon found himself thinking as he socked an unfortunate guard in the jaw on his way out.

Utter brat.