inelegant/prose

tired: Han Solo jealous of luke and Leia as a potential couple

wired: Han Solo jealous of luke and leia’s closeness that comes from l and l both being queer

Plot twist I return to writing fic but only one shots about various hijinks of gay skywalkers

- leia trying to give Luke a talk about how it’s ok to be gay, thinking he must have grown up without support, but actually Tattooine has a thriving gay nightlife scene and it’s a little weird that you made that assumption Leia

- Han and Leia pursue the same hot pilot

- undercover dating for a mission but it’s HanLuke edition, Leia is jealous in the background

- undercover dating for a mission but it’s LukeLeia edition and they need to be coached into how to act believably heterosexual.

- han worries to Chewie about how to make sure his new queer friends know he supports them. He tries to have slick conversations with them about being you know Supportive

I’m tired grad school is tiring I just want to write dumb gay Star Wars

Paperwork. If you’d asked Leia Organa how she imagined herself spending the waning days of war, should she be so lucky to see them, paperwork would not have been her answer. The term’s archaism – paper? Like from trees? – was a testament to the task’s tediousness.

Also, it was leading her dangerously close to identity crisis territory. But really, mostly she just found it boring, that was the main issue. Boring and weird, out of place. Nothing to do with the questions the forms were asking her. No, really.

The forms were for her new identification credentials. Their embryonic government had recently adopted some legitimizing bureaucratic measures, and everyone having papers was a part of that, said papers being a step towards normalcy, lawfulness, order. Red tape, Leia thought privately, red tape and theatre, a waste of time and energy that could go towards actual liberation, but, well, that hadn’t been her decision. Anyway, she’d need ID eventually. It made sense.

Her old identification materials were long gone. Any documents referencing “Alderaan” had been purged from the Empire’s records, declared falsified or invalid. There was no Alderaan, so any birth certificate or marriage license referencing it was illegitimate. It was the logic under which any surviving off-world Alderaanians had been detained in labor camps until just a few months ago. It was the logic of Empire, of bureaucracy – even of well-meaning New Republic forms that only accepted “Alderaan” as one’s “Planet of Origin” if one’s birth was before that awful date. Paperwork has politics, Leia thought, frowning at her datapad. 

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hey look now it’s on the websites

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literally no new content just crossposting 

Paperwork. If you’d asked Leia Organa how she imagined herself spending the waning days of war, should she be so lucky to see them, paperwork would not have been her answer. The term’s archaism – paper? Like from trees? – was a testament to the task’s tediousness.

Also, it was leading her dangerously close to identity crisis territory. But really, mostly she just found it boring, that was the main issue. Boring and weird, out of place. Nothing to do with the questions the forms were asking her. No, really.

The forms were for her new identification credentials. Their embryonic government had recently adopted some legitimizing bureaucratic measures, and everyone having papers was a part of that, said papers being a step towards normalcy, lawfulness, order. Red tape, Leia thought privately, red tape and theatre, a waste of time and energy that could go towards actual liberation, but, well, that hadn’t been her decision. Anyway, she’d need ID eventually. It made sense.

Her old identification materials were long gone. Any documents referencing “Alderaan” had been purged from the Empire’s records, declared falsified or invalid. There was no Alderaan, so any birth certificate or marriage license referencing it was illegitimate. It was the logic under which any surviving off-world Alderaanians had been detained in labor camps until just a few months ago. It was the logic of Empire, of bureaucracy – even of well-meaning New Republic forms that only accepted “Alderaan” as one’s “Planet of Origin” if one’s birth was before that awful date. Paperwork has politics, Leia thought, frowning at her datapad. 

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I wonder what part of this fic, exactly, triggered that anon’s gender issues panic button… Your depiction of Leia’s loss materializing as a bit of an identity crisis? Her having a haircut? You writing Leia, period? What is it??

Anyway, I liked this so much. There were actually some very interesting things to think about, would they still call it paperwork if there’s no paper, does ‘planet of birth’ really work in the GFFA as a category, where does Alderaan fit into Leia’s identity if she was neither born nor does she reside there? I loved Leia’s decision and Han’s reaction to it. And I totally think this is good to share as is unless it’s part of a bigger story, which I’d be excited to read :)

Thank you!! I also do not know what that anon’s problem was. I’m glad you enjoyed it / found it interesting though! I did envision it as part of something longer but if it stands alone may be worth posting? I’m glad I shared it here though!

what if instead of planning multi chapter fics but then getting sick and not following through over and over and over

I just wrote some shorter fics

Ok I started working in a shorter fic about Luke and Anakin and peripherally Han Leia and baby Ben

Do you guys ever see your pet sleeping by you and just think holy shit holy shit this little animal feels safe enough and trusts me enough to be near me and fall asleep near me and just how fucking cool is that