Old enough to remember Livejournal. Queer disabled she/her.
Finally made a side blog for my Star Wars nonsense.
Currently unhinged about The Bad Batch.
18+ blog. Minors DNI.
Icon by @kzhxiao. Header by @skyandsnips
As a wheelchair user I'm trying to reframe my language for "being in the way."
"I'm in the way," "I can't fit," and "I can't go there," is becoming "there's not enough space," "the walkway is too narrow," and "that place isn't accessible."
It's a small change, but to me it feels as if I'm redirecting blame from myself to the people that made these places inaccessible in the first place. I don't want people to just think that they're helping me, I want them to think that they're making up for someone else's wrongdoing. I want them to remember every time I've needed help as something someone else caused.
The only coffeeshop!au in my head is the one where the Clan Skirata are a criminal gang but they have a cozy little restaurant as a front. Everyone loves Ordo's various little pastries and cakes he makes between two assassination job.
I didn't want to bring old pessimistic thoughts to the surface, but I don't know if I believe anymore that CX-2 is Tech. And if it's really him, I don't think we'll ever get him back.
In fact, my mind imagines the worst-case scenario surrounding the CX-2, where they show us that it's Tech there, but one of the boys is forced to kill him to survive. Crosshair, to be more specific.