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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 31/03/2026

i am alive, my wrist is just still injured, so i am over here going at a snail’s pace on most things ~ here is an ongoing wip because markers are easier on my hands right now #myart #copics #mixedmedia

two ballet dancers on the foreground of a stage. the woman has fallen gracefully into his arms, her hand is outstretched and she looks limp but she only looks that way, i am sure this actually takes incredible poise. the man holding her is Very Concerned. also his hand is in the wrong position, but i did not realize that when i sketched it in and now it has marker all over it so we’re just going to have to go with it okay. the scene is in shades of grey and the woman’s skirt is sheer

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 05/03/2026

i would say we did approximately 50/50 comments and edits, once we got settled in. i was terrified at first of making in-line edits in gal's fic bc they don't show (she mentions this in her thread, too, nikki) but after we figured out compare mode it got less scary and here you go!

pictured: two columns of text in ellipsus, the edited and un-edited intro of the fic 'the senator and the soldier'. it's shared here for reference purposes, not for content - we are looking at the side-by-side of compare mode, which shows you on one side your final copy and on the other, in different colors, all the changes that you (or your betas) might have made

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 26/02/2026

i see my local bagel shop woke up and chose violence today…a terrifying kind of future planning and yes they are jewy and yes they do know when yom kippur is and yes i am 110 percent sure it is a glitch but also…IT’S STILL FEBRUARY

a website button that says ‘yom kippur pre-order: place your yom kippur smoked fish and bagel pre-order today!’

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 30/01/2026

lmao lmao you and i had the same idea XD here is mine 😂

sexy chess bot adam driver asking "do you think you'll be able to finish me off?"

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 29/01/2026

he’s just a raccoon who is doing his best #myart #mixedmedia

a mixed media drawing of a raccoon sheltering in the hollow of a tree. one of his lil hands is braced on the tree bark and there is snow above him on the tree. he’s just a little guy

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 17/01/2026

you see, when a daddy and a daddy asparagus love each other very much—

two asparagus on a cutting board. one is thick and tall and with an elegant curving frame. the other is thin, but still holds its shape - its stalk curves into the shape of a lowercase ‘h’ without the bottom left line. it’s charming and whimsical and it has a size kink

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 07/01/2026

photos for proof (there are spoilers in the last image, watch out) if there is one thing that is true about me it is that i like highlighters

three quarters of a family crest, a music staff, some roman numerals, scribblings of notes, a sailboat on a stamp

a green and white scribbled 9x5 chessboard on which i am trying to place six pieces. yeah probably better not to ask

gaits??????? what? highlighted gaits? i am going to have a meltdown

scribbled drawings of paintings in the house. i did crack this one entirely on my own. let me tell you, when i reached the study, i was like fuck there were *clues*?!?!

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 05/01/2026

chronically behind in rounding up my year, so here are my top ten new-to-me movies of 2025, in terms of what i appreciated the most. not in any particular order and not a particularly scientific categorization

letterboxd movie posters: that they may face the rising sun, forbidden love: the unashamed stories of lesbian lives, showgirls, queer, q, yojimbo, clouds of sils maria, pandora and the flying dutchman, the killing fields, and titane

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 23/12/2025

i found an interesting article for my father about the tequila i’m giving him as a gift and i put it in an envelope that i decorated to look like the one in dr. strangelove. my partner pointed out it doesn’t have his name (or anyone else’s) on it…we’ll deal with that later.

a manila envelope with a giant block letter capital R in the middle. above it reads: strategic air command, top secret, and below it reads: to be opened only when go code received. this envelope and its contents must be destroyed in the event of enemy action or emergency procedures

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 09/12/2025

in hindsight i could have brought a less topical book for jury duty

a book cracked open with a red ribbon snaking down the middle - the count of monte cristo, the penguin robin buss translation. abbé faria has just had a stroke; his future, and edmond’s, is far from certain

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 07/12/2025

ava gardner is wildly sensual in pandora and i am convinced she knows it. big kyla ren energy

ava gardner in an emerald-green cape, yellow trim, that makes her look like a goddess of old. her dark hair is beautifully styled in long elegant waves. fitting for a movie about the sea

a portrait of an anonymous pandora of myth, holding her fabled box. she is clad in a yellow garment and her face is featureless. she could be anyone

ava gardner holding a little dog and looking over the shoulder of james mason, a moody mid-century star with dark hair and strong features whose main emotional centers are pining, yearning, scowling, and looking tortured

ava gardner again in a yellow dress that accentuates her bodice (how did i not notice she wears so much yellow in this?) draping a taffeta(?) sash around the shoulders of a sculptured, anonymous human figure. james mason looks on. his emotions, pining and looking tortured, war for supremacy. he is wearing a tuxedo. this amplifies the general effect of the pining

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 01/12/2025

my first flash fic for @reyloffanth.bsky.social for the prompt 'take my hand' hierarchy of needs rated e, 2k 🌌 canon dialogue innuendos 🌌 how do we handle a rival we can't vanquish 🌌 we form a deep & prevailing attraction to them 🌌 rey takes his hand so prettily archiveofourown.org/works/75055571

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 28/11/2025

final chapter of this #sapphic #reylofic for #reylogenderbend “to speak, perchance to dream” rated e, 4/4 🏜️ we're going to need a u-haul for the emotional baggage alone 🏜️ *painting nails* i want it mythic, i want it sexy 🏜️ modern sapphic dyad bond archiveofourown.org/works/66875035/

a desert skyline. it's hazy and the hills are rocky, and there is scrub brush that litters the sand. in the foreground is a silhouette of two women on the precipice of kissing. they're going to kiss. they've already kissed. it's already happened; it's happening now.

above them in the sky in looping letters is the title 'to speak, perchance to dream: a sapphic reylo fic by emsdispatch'
a desert skyline. it's hazy and the hills are rocky, and there is scrub brush that litters the sand. in the foreground is a silhouette of two women on the precipice of kissing. they're going to kiss. they've already kissed. it's already happened; it's happening now.

above them in the sky in looping letters is the title 'to speak, perchance to dream: a sapphic reylo fic by emsdispatch'

She imagines taking Brenha's outstretched fingtertips, pressing her palm to the back of Brenha's hand, and guiding her through signs when words fail.

She imagines stepping into Beauty's Kingdom, and finding there an embrace so affecting that it blinds all those who have not spread out their toes in the earth for the sake of sighing love. She imagines all of the signs in all of the languages she will learn for this woman.

It's already happened; it's happening now.

She lets her woolen blanket fall from her body as she stretches out, uncurling her wrists until she feels herself grounded once more in her soles.

And she follows Brenha's footprints into the mud of the riverbed and beyond, out into the span of the great desert.

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 21/11/2025

update to this #sapphic #reylofic for #reylogenderbend “to speak, perchance to dream” rated e, 3/4 🏜️ she puts the menace in lavender menace but yeah i'd fuck her 🏜️ sexual tension stretched so taut it snaps 🏜️ rey loves women; that's it, that's the vibe archiveofourown.org/works/66875035/

It must be the night, it must be the shelter of the desert, it must be the whir of cicada's wings that to some might be a nuisance but to Rey have become a comfort, the sound of a chosen home in a chosen valley in a sweltering summer in a place with friends who love her dearly.

It must be the beat of the bodies of the little cicadas that have lulled her into this daze, it must be the aphrodisiac of the tetelas Brenha fed her by hand and the aching sweetness of a woman who will sign with her as she uncovers her body to be devoured—

but Rey's heart aches, and she thinks for a dizzying moment that this might be the closest she's ever come to first sight, wild-wolf-sanctuary-puppy-dog love.

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 17/11/2025

finished another scarf for knit the rainbow 🌈

a crocheted scarf in alternating rippled rose of turquoise blue and a darker almost navy blue. the fringes splay out across the bottom half of the photo

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 14/11/2025

update to this #sapphic #reylofic for #reylogenderbend “to speak, perchance to dream” rated e, 2/4 🏜️ get in the car, loser, we’re going on a vision quest archiveofourown.org/works/66875035/chapters/193597506/

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 10/11/2025

i am late to this party but i finally sat down to watch the count of monte cristo (2024) and despite some tweaks i thought it was utterly cinematic, visually lush, and despite it lasting three hours i was almost constantly leaning forward from my perch on the couch

fernand, mercedes, and edmond ribbing each other on the deck of a sailboat

mercedes and dantes in the receiving room of his grand chateau. there is a fire lit in a low brazier between them and the decor has MENA influences

danglars, villefort, and fernand in the middle of a tete-a-tete vis-a-vis poker

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 25/10/2025

these hoops are so beautiful, y’all, i have one on my wall! the fact that lindsey is opening up extra slots is such a gift! #thehuntforbensolo

a reylo kiss embroidery hoop in a black square frame, reflecting back a precariously-stacked bookshelf and me hands

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 25/06/2025

new sapphic #reylofic for #reylogenderbend "to speak, perchance to dream" rated e, 1/2 🏜️ rey is celebrating pride 🏜️ when in walks the baddest gunslinger in the west 🏜️ okay okay but brenha organa has a reputation 🏜️ there's a fine line between sex and violence archiveofourown.org/works/66875035/

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 25/06/2025

i'm scooting in just before the deadline of #reylogenderbend but i can tell you: it's a modern au. there is a brawl, there is bloodshed. there is a dream, a desert, and a dragon. and it's sapphic. and i think (i hope) that it's going to surprise you a little bit along the way

a woman reclining with her face tipped up to the sky as she takes a drag of her cigarette. she's wearing what looks like a velvet suit jacket and nothing underneath - the jacket opens and you can see the arch of her collarbone. her pants are high-waisted and her feet are bare. she's outside; there are trees behind her

a woman from behind, lifting her arm to comb through the back of her dark hair. she's bare-chested, and she's in a house lit low like sunset. she wears what appear to be cinched black cargo pants, and her head is tilted to the side. brushy plants blur in the foreground.

The air is thick with purple shadows and the night is deep with ink; Rey's breath rattles in her trembling chest and her pulse thrums in her ears. Her small hands tighten on the hilt of her heavy blade; her arms burn with exertion and her breath comes ragged in her lungs. These are not her first steps; she has walked this road, she knows its twists and turns, and she has no path forward but to prevail. Sharp brambles pull at her booted ankles and she stumbles, the noise of skittering pebbles ever so brackish in the quiet indigo—has she given away her position?

Her ears prick, but the whoosh of a ravenous scream is already descending, its cacophonous velvet mantle falling across her heaving shoulders.

The creature is on her now.

She writhes but its thick talons dig into her collarbone; wordless she cries out but there is only her blade to hear her, and its glittering edge once honed beneath her palm is no match for the lick of flame so hot and molten across the nape of her neck. It comes the way that violet saffron must taste: exquisitely heart-wrenching, the familiar citrus tang of defeat on her tongue, and then she is not-sand and not-ash with only a hollow pile of bones to a name that will surely be forgotten—

"No," comes Poe's injured howl in her ear, his fist slamming down hard across the control panel before her. It's enough to make Rey startle but he pays no heed, grieving their mutual loss: her pitched battle, and his fifty cents. "You had her that time," he exclaims, gripping hard the frame of the old arcade and snowing dust down across the crown of Rey's head. "I know you did. I can't figure out where you went wrong—must be something in the timing. Maybe the maze? Did you miss one of the upgrades? I was getting my drink, I didn't see you tackle the...first bit?"

He's snapping his fingers as if to prompt her, but Rey knows Beauty's Kingdom better than she knows the back of her hand, and she shakes her head and scuffs her palms, demurring in the face of…

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 20/06/2025

i’m seeing this 1992 canadian documentary tonight and it feels very much in the spirit of #reylogenderbend …like don’t they even look like kyla and a blonde rey? i think so.

two women embracing back to front in what appears to be a hotel room? across the top is scrawled ‘forbidden love: the unashamed stories of lesbian lives’

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 03/06/2025

our penultimate #10yearsofreylo #canonreylo can only be @rainydaychai.bsky.social with Moral Ascendancy, and...i have to say this fic leaves me speechless. it's breathtaking. it's lovingly crafted. it's potent with meaning & complexity. read it & fall in love. archiveofourown.org/works/60289864/

moral ascendancy: a canon-divergent galactic epic by rainydaychai

notable tags: took tros and stripped it for the good parts, first order politics, moral ambiguity / moral dilemmas, 404 error ben solo not found

an excerpt:
Rey has never imagined a kiss. If she had, she would have envisioned the experience to be soft and gentle—safe.

Kylo kisses her like he goes to war.

There is nothing safe about the punishing press of his mouth, or the answering rush of fire through her veins. Nothing kind about the harsh graze of his teeth, nor the dig of his fingers in her back. Just as in battle, her focus, all sensations—time itself—narrow to his skin, the scrape of fine stubble, the hard musculature of his chest against hers, the steel of his arm banded around her back. A leather-clad palm rises to envelope the side of her face, tilting her closer and allowing him more leverage to deepen his assailment of her mouth. And as always, Rey cannot keep herself from answering his challenge. She matches his movements with the same ferocity, capturing his lower lip and biting down hard until his flesh gives way. A guttural noise is pulled from deep in his throat. The iron tang of his blood feels shockingly intimate, his life’s essence coating her tongue.

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Expertly-crafted emotional narratives and whipsmart political machinations that simmer with complexity in a deft hand! It’s tightly plotted and so technically impressive; it’s one of the most vast currently-ongoing WIPs, and there is no doubt in my mind that it will go down as one of the greatest Reylo fics of this era, because I believe this author is truly only testing the heights of her power.

Canon is like clay in Rainy’s hands, molded and shaped with such dexterity and care. This fic hits every note it reaches for, balancing tension and innocence and suspense and ensemble dynamics at every turn. Moral Ascendancy isn’t afraid to put characters in peril or to let them hurt each other, or reckon with the consequences of their actions. Quite simply it’s a love letter to canon, penned by an incredible talent.

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 02/06/2025

today for the first of our final four days of #10yearsofreylo #canonreylo we have ‘A Sea Full of Stars’ by xariseirene (xariseirenee on twt), a canon au featuring a decidedly slippery twist - so try not to splash your neighbor as you read! 🧜‍♂️ archiveofourown.org/works/63511420

a sea full of stars: a creatures and monsters canon au by xariseirene

notable tags: merman ben solo, dreams and nightmares, near drowning, angst with a happy ending

an excerpt:
The island.

Its green inclines and ragged coastline started appearing in her dreams, seven years ago by her tally. The wild, foreign beauty kept her company through many a lonely night.

When R2-D2 navigated them through atmo to the coordinates on the secret map, Rey recognized the landmass. The droid warbled an entire lexicon of expletives in excitement to reunite with its master.

Something was calling to Rey—had been calling to her for a long time. Now that she was here, she wasn’t about to leave.

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One-liners that expand into universes of their own, and the call of the deep. I gasped out loud when I realized what this fic was up to - taking the familiar line from TFA, “You imagine an ocean. I see it, I see the island,” and building out an entirely new mythology with it.

In this piece Ben Solo is believed to be dead, allowing Rey the space and secret opportunity to explore her budding relationship with the merman who lives beneath the waters that surround Ahch-To. The waters become symbolic: this is a story of temptation and secrets, of long-forgotten magic and purportedly-forgotten nephews. XarisEirene unfolds it capably and beautifully, their calibre inventive and impressive as always.

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 31/05/2025

this fic by @xariseriene (xariseirenee on twt) is a treat, & if EYE ever get my hands on this author...! #10yearsofreylo #canonreylo it's a last duel crossover, and let me tell you: you have not lived until you have read ben quoting the vulgate at rey. archiveofourown.org/works/58672705

that soft infinite darkness: a medieval canon-compliant au by xariseirene

notable tags: the force ships it, dubcon cuddling, parallel worlds colliding, prince ben solo x jedi rey

an excerpt:
Prince Benjamin Skywalker Organa Solo, heir to the throne of the fair isles, expected no more than strategic alliance from arranged marriage to the granddaughter of the continent’s ruthless emperor. Lady Rey surprised him with her resilience, compassion, and easy smiles. Love bloomed, but he could not shield her from the pestilence that swept their land and forever silenced her laughter.

Grief drives His Royal Highness deep into the Kingswood month after month. Someday he must remarry for the stability of the kingdom. But not this day.
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After Ben faded into the Force on Exegol, Rey threw herself into restoring the galaxy, yet how can she peddle hope when she has none? Grief has driven her to desperate extremes. She exhumed the Skywalker lightsaber on Tatooine and reset the Jedi training course on Ajan Kloss. She meditates and runs the course each day, again and again, until her muscles quiver from exhaustion.

The Force granted her visions in these woods once before. If she recreates the circumstances, perhaps the Force will have mercy and do so again.

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When seemingly-unrelated puzzle pieces assemble themselves in your hands and unfurl like ribbon on a wrapped present! If you love watching authors craft masterpieces, this is a WIP you’ll want to keep a pulse on - particularly when this author has cut their teeth on not letting things go the way you think they will.

And friends, let’s talk about competency and originality: XarisEirene is not afraid to put Jedi!Rey on Ajan Kloss up against a Ben who tripped and fell out of The Last Duel, quoting the Vulgate at her along the way. It’s a delight and a privilege to watch these two minds go head-to-head, unmatched in every sense - and I’ll be biting my nails to find out what happens next.

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 28/05/2025

and for our second #tenyearsofreylo #canonreylo piece we have a sexy little snack to heat up your wednesday, and you do not want to miss the twist in this one! @aviendha69.bsky.social has given us a real treat and i'll hush before i spoil the surprise 🤭 archiveofourown.org/works/58653286

punishing the supreme consort: a brat!rey spanking fic by @aviendha69

notable tags: exhibitionism, pryde's horse crop, humiliation, bratty rey

an excerpt:
She giggled. At Him. At Hux. At all of them. Now they all stared at him, some of them flushing in anger.

He felt his own face flush in embarrassment.

“If you can’t control your pet, maybe she should be given to the Knights of Ren, to break her in,” suggested General Pryde.

Rey gasped. From behind him, one of the Knights coughed.

Over my dead body, he thought. Somewhere in the back of his head, he thought he heard the ghost of Snoke laugh: “A few days with the Knights, and your precious Jedi would be burned into ash. What a dark phoenix she would become then!”

He shook his head to clear away the sudden vision of a Dark Rey split between his Knights. He pressed his manacled wrist against the throne’s arm, feeling the reassuring bond hold him to his promise. I am bound to the Light!

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When two characters push each other closer and closer to the brink until one of them must topple over the very sensual and delectable edge! The power dynamics in this fic are deliciously mapped and Kylo is at his wit’s end in the very best way.

This fic sets up a white-hot premise and it delivers: Aviendha69 carries the tension all the way through, never letting us forget the warm breath of their audience, the way that Rey is at Kylo’s mercy though she negotiates her way through the entire scene - letting us know so sweetly what these two are really hot for. And by the end, this piece is a blazing bonfire setting the galaxy skies alight.

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 28/05/2025

today for #tenyearsofreylo #canonreylo we have an @aviendha69.bsky.social double feature showcasing their range and ability to weave vastly different narratives! first we have a post-tros fix-it with an unusual set-up and art by maxxvalentia: archiveofourown.org/works/63638581

the kyber pass: a post-tros fix-it and character study by @aviendha69 with art by @maxxvalentia

notable tags: we find our hea, adventure/quest, post-tros/post-canon

an excerpt:
The tide went out again.

Rey looked at the portal. Light shone on it, but the fire was not reflected. Neither was she and Chewie. It absorbed light…

“Why are the fungi lights reflected, but not us?” she asked. In the portal, the pinpoint lights were paler. Like stars. Rey got up. White lines appeared on the ground — inside the portal. She walked over; the space beyond the portal now gave a sense of depth, as the lines lengthened and became a path within.

She reached out to touch the surface, that was now so smooth, as to be…

Immaterial.

The portal was opened. The sea snakes started squirming then swimming clockwise along the channel that framed the portal.

"<See. It wanted more time. Our time.>"

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One of the beautiful parts of this fic is the way that it takes a close look at the dynamic between Rey and Chewie - which is a friendship we don’t often have a close look at. It’s a unique relationship, and one with its own Reylo parallels - Chewie can communicate without words not unlike the Force bond. Maybe it’s the most natural thing in the world for a character like Chewie - someone who’s stood by the Solo family for years - to guide Ben back from the World Between Worlds.

And the icing on the top of the cake is MaxxValentia’s beautiful artwork, pointing the way and evoking this emotional journey.

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 26/05/2025

there are many different ways to memorialize, to remember a person, and @vedavanwrites.bsky.social knows this well in her fic 'i'll be the light and lead you home' #10yearsofreylo #canonreylo archiveofourown.org/works/49798696/ and 👀 aside from being utterly enchanting, it's also sensual and hot!

i'll be the light and lead you home: a reincarnation/rebirth tros fix-it fic by vedavan

notable tags: inspired by buddhist principles, dreams and visions, karma and nirvana, past lives / soulmates

an excerpt:
"You know, some cultures believe a birthmark is from a past life, showing how that person was killed." Rey hears the words coming out of her mouth, but it's too late to stop them.

She cringes. Dammit. What a batshit crazy thing to say.

She must have read it somewhere once, but still. A cold shiver runs down her spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. It’s a horrible thought, one she doesn't even wish to linger over, the thought of someone killing Ben… and besides, she doesn’t even believe in the idea of past lives. It’s complete nonsense.

And yet…

A strange, heavy sense of foreboding falls over her. A streak of lightning flashes across the sky, followed by another deep roll of thunder. The sky’s turned black now, but oddly enough the wind has died down, suspending the world in stillness, in a duplicitous sense of calm.

Because somehow, Rey knows the storm is on its way.

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TROS-fix-its which take the kind of hard right turn that lets you know you’re in the hands of a very competent driver! This fic is lyrical and vivid, lulling you into a modern world where Rey and Ben gradually become aware that their attraction to each other is far from the only thing that binds them together.

Part of what is so interesting about this fic is that Vedavan allows Rey to watch herself from outside herself, to consider what she might have done differently on Kef Bir (had modern Rey been there) because the Ben she knows is the one from another universe. This lens truly unlocks a new way of thinking about what we mean when we call a piece ‘transformative work.’

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 25/05/2025

so i said to my partner today “i’m going to level with you, i know nothing about nick jonas or the jonas brothers.” his reply? a shrug, and then, “i know they’re brothers.” reader, i had already married him. anyway adrienne warren was a powerhouse!

a playbill for ‘the last five years’ which is somehow(?) only now having its broadway debut?

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 25/05/2025

do you have a sweet tooth on this sweet saturday? well i hope so, because this crack fic by @hissterically.bsky.social is here to salvage your dental health 🦷 i vote that, going forward, we always have kylo ren take us to the dentist! #10yearsofreylo #canonreylo archiveofourown.org/works/63160177

aching teeth and bleeding hearts: a force bond-era canon crack fic by hissterically

notable tags: rey gets a cavity, ben ends up feeing the pain, rey gets high off spice, crack treated seriously

an excerpt:
“Rey…” he starts, reaching out but she rolls away from his touch.

“Go away. I’m not talking to you,” she grumbles through clenched teeth.

He simply lowers to one knee next to her cot. The light wherever she is is dim but he can see the slight shimmer of sweat on her neck. “It’s your tooth, isn’t it?” he prompts, hoping to get an actual answer out of her other than grunts and vitriol.

Instead, all he gets is a tiny whimper.

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Having fun! If you’re a person who hates going to the dentist, this fic is for you. Which means it’s effectively for all of us!

One lovely piece this fic highlights is the vastly-different upbringings (of socioeconomics and class) between Rey and Ben. Rey doesn’t know what cavities are; she doesn’t know that some of her teeth won’t grow back if she loses them. What she
does know is that the Force Bond will make the Supreme Leader start giggling during his briefings - and that he’ll tuck her into bed when the effects of the spice are still wearing off. We should all be so lucky!

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 21/05/2025

for today's #10yearsofreylo #canonreylo spotlight we're teasing you with futures that sparkle like so many diamonds in the crown of XarisEirene's fic (xariseirenee on twt) "The Ends of Being" and don't think we don't have our eye on those reylo grandchildren 👀 archiveofourown.org/works/62740894

the ends of being: a world-between-worlds canon-divergent drama by xariseirene

notable tags: timeline shenanigans, the force ships it, ensemble cast, future fic/married reylo

an excerpt:
Ben slapped his palm to the rim of yet another portal; he’d lost count how many. A scene appeared, but before he could establish when it occurred on the timeline, a voice hailed from behind.

“How are you getting on?” The syllables rolled together in a soft burr. “Any luck?”

He turned from the portal to meet the disarming smile and twinkling eyes of his namesake. Obi-Wan Kenobi had been kind from the start. When Ben refused to learn from either his uncle or grandfather, it was Uncle Ben who showed him how to manifest as a spirit in the Living Force.

Still, he squared his shoulders and raised his chin. He had faced down too much opposition in the World Between Worlds not to be suspicious. “Have you come to stop me too?”

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Ben has done the calculations; he’s run the numbers - after the events on Exegol, the odds of reuniting with Rey are a million to one - but they aren’t zero, and that’s what matters.

With the help of Obi-Wan Kenobi, Qui-Gon Jinn, and countless other teachers in the World Between Worlds, Ben’s determination to come back to Rey is palpable. This author blends dizzying glimpses of alternative lives, letting tantalizing possibility hang in the balance - and we can’t wait to find out how Ben soldiers through with a saunter reminiscent of his father’s trademark “Never tell me the odds” attitude.

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 18/05/2025

for the second part of our #10yearsofreylo double feature (have you stretched your legs, stepped out in the sun? retrieved more water and filled up your popcorn? we care about you!) we have a sweet sexy fic that could not be more different ~ #canonreylo archiveofourown.org/works/57738280

shower thoughts: a dripping wet canon oneshot by aviendha69

notable tags: squirting i think, inappropriate use of the force, plot what plot, short and wet

an excerpt:
She ran her hands through her now mid-back length hair, relaxing now her braids were undone. The soapy foam smelled of citrus, the suds sliding down her body, caressing. As she massaged her skull she felt… something… join her.

Gently fingering her curls, reaching to her scalp, rubbing. Soothing.

She opened her eyes, afraid of seeing him there, but she was alone. The Bond had barely connected them since Crait. Only flashes, that both had learned to shut down, finally controlling it. But this time, something about his touch made it tempting to let it carry on; so she let it happen.

read if you like:
When Rey gets what she wants, needs, and deserves! This post-TLJ one-shot finds Rey second-guessing the decision she made in the throne room, trying to relax as war simmers around her. It’s a good reminder, too, that our heroine is only human.

In this fic, Kylo gives her body the surrender he couldn’t give her on the Supremacy, and he’s as much quietly nurturing as he is pleasure-seeking heat missile - with Rey in his sights.

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 18/05/2025

this fic has shivers down my spine, made me laugh out loud, and i'm SO CURIOUS to find out what's next...and it's truly unique. for today's #10yearsofreylo #canonreylo double feature, we're starting off with 'A Tale of Two Hans' by @hissterically.bsky.social archiveofourown.org/works/54872803

a tale of two hans: a reylo fancast kid time travel fic by hissterically

notable tags: girl dad ben solo, breeding kink ben is canon at this point, slow burn / tooth-rotting fluff, solo family shenanigans

an excerpt:
“Hey, kid. You need help?” a gruff voice from behind him asks.

Han whips around at the voice and freezes. His jaw nearly falls into the snow. Before him stands the man he’s only ever seen in holos. The man from his father’s stories that he couldn’t get enough of when he was young. The man he’s named after.

Han Solo.

The first.

Without a doubt, he’s no longer on Hoth.

read if you like:
Mysteries and delightful plot twists! This ongoing WIP truly has a unique premise and Hissterically handles it with extraordinary deftness. You might think you know where this fic is going, but just when you settle in, these Reylo kids will wrap you around their little finger.

The ensemble cast is clearly drawn, each with strong voices that ring true, and the time travel work - while it must look complex behind the scenes - in the hands of this author it looks totally effortless.

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 18/05/2025

if you’re into film we should totally chat :) marya gates just wrote a great book called ‘cinema her way’ and i’m not all the way through it yet but it seems related to this question!

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 17/05/2025

new #reylofic for #reylotreehuggers "big sur" 🌳 a rey who is doing her best 🌳 natural disaster himbo!Ben Solo 🌳 crack, crack, and more crack 🌳 bad bondage protocol feat. visual aids by @peculiargalaxies.bsky.social

a verdant tree on a floating island, on a pale yellow background. big sur: an emsdispatch crack fic

When Ben hears stomping he cranes his head to look around the girth of the tree, though nothing could prepare him for the flailing denim octopus tsunami the girl accosts him with, and even as he’s cringing away he can’t help but notice the way she swings the remains of his jeans: like she wishes they were made of something with more substance. Something she could really lay into him with, and she does look like she has the upper body strength, he’s not opposed—though he probably shouldn’t be having thoughts like this about brunette Cheryl while she’s railing at him this way, fire in her eyes much like Bazine’s before she left—and isn’t that odd, when they aren’t even engaged?

“—and I think you’re an ungrateful bastard with a stupid waist,” she huffs, losing steam when he makes no effort to bite back. Her shoulders fall along with his jeans, bottoms dusting the earthy ground at their feet—and that’s when he understands how they became a denim octopus tsunami in the first place.

“My jeans,” he croaks, flexing against the rope. “What have you done to my jeans?”

They’re utterly in tatters, frayed and cut straight up the sides in long violent gashes, a Levi’s crime of passion in the palm of Cheryl’s little hand.

She goes quite still, blinking flatly between him and the limp denim octopus. The hollows of her cheeks are reindeer-nose red, though she’s staring fixedly at his face. “You didn’t do this?” she asks.

Ben really, really wants to be untied right now. He’s not just going to crush those cans of Liquid Death, he’s going to strangle their little aluminum necks. “I wanted you to cut me out,” he groans. “I didn’t want you to cut up the jeans I wore to see Neutral Milk Hotel right before they broke up.”

a linear black and white graph of the kylo ren to ben solo pipeline with "himbo" somewhere floating in the great beyond

a shades of red (rey)!!! chart feat. mercury thermometer red, reindeer nose red, fire truck red, st valentine's day red, tomato-paste blush red, vat of cherry syrup red, and last but not least: "whatever color comes after red red"

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 15/05/2025

today for #10yearsofreylo we're featuring the lovely @peppersweet.bsky.social and her beautifully-crafted canon au 'Kessel Syndrome'! if you ever wonder how everything might have been different for ben, this fic does a brilliant job giving an answer! #canonreylo archiveofourown.org/works/52878445

kessel syndrome: a sweeping let-the-past-die bildungsroman au by peppersweet

notable tags: transport pilot ben x knight of ren rey, ben is a cringe failson uber driver, rey is a feral darkside girlboss, star wars-typical limb loss

‘I have a name,’ she said abruptly.

He turned to look at her. ‘Oh?’

‘I don’t know,’ she was toying with a loose thread on the hem of her robes. ‘It’s not really a name. Nobody gave it to me.’

‘Nobody has to give you a name. You’re perfectly entitled to pick one.’

She drew a long, considered breath.

‘Tell me,’ he said, before she could change her mind.

read if you like: Tightly-woven character-driven epics that unfold one piece at a time until you’re left with a complex tapestry!

This fic holds the complexity of difficult family dynamics, balances an ensemble cast of characters and gives us a heartbreakingly-vivid glimpse into a disillusioned Ben dealing as best he can with the reality of his family’s legacy. But when Palpatine’s deeds are spilled across all the major presses in the galaxy, Ben’s not the only one with a stake in his own future anymore. Enter Rey, Knight of Ren...

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 14/05/2025

something from my unhinged #reylotreehuggers piece, featuring disaster himbo ben who thinks that rey, coming upon him on her hike, might be the next cheryl strayed icymi: ben's fiancee ties him up in the redwoods. shenanigans ensue. it doesn't go the way you might think

a tree on a floating island: big sur, an emsdispatch fic

In her palm she spins her pocketknife, flicks it closed with a gesture so easy it must be instinct. “It seems to me,” she says coolly, “someone kicked you before I ever got here. Bazine, was it? Some grand fiancée she must be, leaving you this way. And some perfect fiancé you must be, cursing about her. Have to wonder…” she trails off, “whether someone was worried about their own safety.”

She’s still hefting that knife in her hand, its metal-gleam bright coolness one he can imagine the flat of against the rope on his skin. She keeps it sharp, he thinks, if she can slice through that fair-trade organically-grown eight-millimeter hemp so easily. Kill Bill Cheryl has a dangerous streak.

But understanding hits him like a ton of bricks. “Wait,” he says thickly. “You think…you’re saying—Baz?” he sputters, squinting. “In danger?” And it makes him laugh, loud in the quiet redwood grove.

But her thousand-yard stare is evaluating. Unimpressed.

“Huh,” he snorts, shoulders lifting as he studies the forest. What a thing, to be strung up by his ex-fiancee, abandoned in a national park, and held up at pocket-knifepoint by Cheryl Strayed in her John Wick era.

And he might still get indicted for arboreal indecency.

“I asked you a question,” she snaps, tone even sharper than her pocketknife and enough to make him flinch.

His brows crease and he folds his lip between his teeth when he straightens, trying not to laugh. “No,” he says, the word softly huffed. “No, that’s ridiculous, she wouldn’t be—”

Unfolding her pocketknife she steps in, and he jolts with a noise of disapproval. “Hey,” he says sternly, like he would with a Golden Retriever. “Hey, hey, hey, let’s just take this down a notch—” but when she lifts one brow the knife glints in her hand and he shuffles back on his knees, toes touching the base of the redwood tree. “Okay, okay, okay, okay, look. I would not threaten Baz. Do I look threatening?” he asks, hunching his shoulders forward into his best who, me?

“You look dumb,” Cheryl says. “Incompetent.”

“That’s—” he starts to protest, and then his eyes fix on the tattered remains of his jeans, may they rest in peace. “Okay,” he shrugs. “Yeah, that’s fair. But if anything, Baz was probably doing me a favor, okay?”

One of her elegant brows lifts, and the pocketknife turns in her hand. “Because you’re a danger to yourself and others?”

“Well, sure,” he agrees, eyes on that slip of plastic case, that white cross on its red field tucked between her fingertips and the threat inside it. Ben understands suddenly why prisoners of war confess to crimes they didn’t commit. He’d be willing to admit to just about any kind of tree indecency—intreecency? He’ll workshop it—at this point. Oak, yew, palm…

“Yes,” he nods. “Very dangerous to myself and others. Mostly myself, and mostly in the interpersonal department, not—” he adds, sitting forward on his knees, “that I have any trouble getting it up—”

Her exclamation is an explosion. “I don’t want to hear about your dick!” she cries. “I’m trying not to think about it.” But her face flushes pink in a splotchy way like she’s been out in the sun too long, dapples of blush creeping down her jaw as she shifts from foot to foot.

Ben knows a victory when he sees one. Smug, he lifts his chin. “Trying,” he says.

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 13/05/2025

we're playing with format for today's #10yearsofreylo, a crack fic by @echofarandfaint.bsky.social to brighten up your mid-day! "ISO (this time it's personals)" is a one-shot spoonful of hysterical character work & the power of an indirect narrative #canonreylo archiveofourown.org/works/59318266

iso (this time it's personals) a holonet crack fic by @echofarandfaint

notable tags: as told through holonet posts, kylo ren is a disaster, kylo ren has no chill, redemption arc but make it holonet posts

an excerpt: [Post by @KyloRenOfficial on holonet/FirstOrderJobListings]

ISO someone extremely good at locating droids that have gone missing. This is urgent. I have lost something very valuable to me and will not rest until it is returned. My own team is incompetent in this regard. The droid I am seeking may be accompanied by a girl. I would also like her returned to me asap.

Submit resume and references to the address above.

read if you like: Being on the internet! If we had a window into the way the First Order used the Holonet, and if Kylo Ren had access to a relatively anonymous forum à la one slightly toxic subreddit, this fic would be the result.

It’s a whip-smart glimpse into Kylo’s psyche, not just in regards to his entitlement but also his yearning for possibility and emotional space. As if this weren’t enough, the entire narrative unfolds through utterly-hilarious forum posts. We are sure it will leave you in stitches!

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 12/05/2025

seated for these sapphic vampires

cover of ‘bury our bones in the midnight soil’ by ve schwab. the yellow letters are long and spindly and they weave between the stalks and thorns of several rose-esque flowers, tinted in deep blue

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 11/05/2025

oh do we have a treat for you today with 'Many But One' by an ANONYMOUS writer! 👀 this ongoing fic is everything: high-stakes and hot and surprising. it unravels like a puzzle cipher and we're ready to watch kylo unravel too! archiveofourown.org/works/48218398 #10yearsofreylo #canonreylo

many but one: an alternate timeline dark!fic by anonymous

notable tags: kylo ren's a big hoe, rey is not pining or impressed, rey won't put up with this shit much longer, misogyny/jealous ben solo

an excerpt:
“You think you're funny, don't you?” he asked, sounding out of breath.

Rey, with her head turned, still laying atop her arm, grunted. “Huh?” Her eyes were lidded, drunk on the high.

“You're—” He was searching for words. “You’re not allowed to make…noises while assisting me.”

Rey swallowed. “That wasn't a part of the initial rules, sir.”

Kylo growled; he didn't have a rebuttal. The door was sliding open again; he was just outside when Rey said loud enough he could hear.

“Told you my hand could do the job just fine, sir.”

read if you like:
A subversive soulmates AU steeped in a bleak dystopia where poor women are offered ultimatums that, one way or another, will have their body - and Rey finds a third path.

The prose is stripped down to its most necessary parts, hewing out the shape of a narrative that grows more complex piece by piece as Rey pushes her tête-à-tête with Kylo Ren to its boiling point.

With his appetite for pleasure and her stubborn resolve, where will Anon take these two next?

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 09/05/2025

first friday #10yearsofreylo! today we're reading BreakofDawn21 with 'THE BUNKER' a bodyguard romance which will give you a dose of scavenger ingenuity as well as a touch of style a la historical romance novels. lovely and surprising! archiveofourown.org/works/58650016

the bunker: an assassination plot oneshot by breakofdawn21

notable tags: senator rey x jedi ben solo, bodyguard romance, unsafe sex, angst and fluff and smut

an excerpt: "You hired me to protect you. That was my duty."

"Was it? Just your duty?" the young woman asked.

She flinched at the look he then gave her. He studied her for a long, thoughtful moment, his irises shining with a strange gleam. His jaws tightened.

"Well... To tell you the truth... There's also..."

He hesitated to continue, and in any case, Rey didn't give him the chance. As her pulse raced, she suddenly felt a great audacity take hold of her. An audacity that drove her to cross the distance between her and Ben, then to place her hands on his broad shoulders, lift her chin and press her lips to his.

A nail-biting exploration of what happens when you put two people under pressure. Despite the immediacy of the threat at hand, this fic unfolds in the most delectable slow-burn.

The character interiority is carefully-drawn: there’s a clear sense of the stakes as well as the differences in Rey and Ben’s respective priorities. Temptation unravels like a bodice-ripper, pushing the boundaries of propriety in all the best ways.

Particularly on Hux’s executive desk...

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 09/05/2025

COMPLETE #reylofic: 'call me on my shellphone' for #reyloshowers 🐠 fish camp summer romance 🐠 in the florida keys 🐠 bisexual ben solo & chaos mermaid rey 🐠 squirting, glitter, lip gloss kisses & secrets 🐠 rated e 🐠 archiveofourown.org/works/64317145

tic tac toe nine square moodie. 1: daisy ridley with blue hair 2: mermaid fin 3: cut off crop top 4: shellphone 5: call me on my shellphone by emsdispatch on a turquoise background 6: adam driver from s1 girls era 7: turquoise eyeshadow 8: daisy ridley’s peach 9: mermaid crown paraphernalia

If he could tear his eyes away from her long enough to go cross-eyed with frustration, he would. He has security and a mortgage and a healthy retirement account. He has healthcare and three weeks of vacation each year, most of it admittedly untouched. He has a list of clients a mile long who would go with him if he struck out alone. She has no right to stand there in her glitter and her towel and tell him he's sold out.

His jaw flexes, and a shiver passes through his shoulders. "It's not a costume," he huffs, more gruffly than he means to. "I have a real job."

He doesn't see her hand fly up, doesn't catch the impact until the ghost of her palm is already stinging the hollows of his cheeks. He lifts his hand to where it smarts most, blinking at her in numb shock. Her eyes are more lioness than leopard, and she’s poised to strike again at any moment—daring him to push her one step further.

Ben swallows. "That's not what you used to want me for," he says thickly, as incapable of walking away from trouble as he is incapable of walking away from her.

Her frown pulls at her mouth, and she catches his hand the way she did above the tank. But if there they were reunited sweethearts, here they're strangers.

He lets her study the backs of his knuckles, and she lifts his fingertips to the light spilling in from the far window. It's sharper now than it was at high noon. "You don't paint your nails anymore," she says. Her thumb brushes against the web of skin that stretches between his thumb and forefinger. She sounds disappointed. "You promised me you always would, no matter where you went. Or what changed you."

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 07/05/2025

today's #10yearsofreylo is @aviendha69.bsky.social's delightful one-night-reprieve from the star wars, "Dance"! it's soft and human and beautifully everyday in a way rey and ben don't always get: tentative and finding shelter in each other. #canonreylo archiveofourown.org/works/56211598

dance: a sexy post-tlj reylo oneshot by aviendha69

notable tags: make love like war, porn with feelings, semi-public sex

an excerpt:
“But you came alone?”

“My generals don’t approve of me seeking you. They call you a ‘distraction’.”

“So, you snuck away?”

A pause. “And I’ll do it again.”

“I could kill you.”

“Would you?” he smirked, then softened. “I missed you.”

read if you like:
Between whirring blaster fire, humming lightsabers, and high-stakes military campaigns, the Resistance and the First Order share one quiet night, one brief detente - and this fic gets the impact of that.

Here, Rey can be a girl in a pretty blue dress who wears her hair down and catches the eye of a handsome wallflower who came to watch her dance. It's a breath of fresh air, and the relief of the release is viscerally felt.

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 05/05/2025

our first #10yearsofreylo shoutout goes to @reylohalo.bsky.social! their fic ‘The Hardest Itch to Scratch’ features a post-TFA kylo haunted by rey in all the most delicious ways. it has lush prose and isn’t afraid to go there re: the lengths we take to recreate a memory 🫠 #canonreylo

‘the hardest itch to scratch’ on a field of stars like in the sw opening credits. reads ‘a post-tfa reylo story by darkknightdarkside’

again on a starfield, in a star wars font, ‘notable tags: sex work, non-con fantasies, masturbation, light d/s’

i am positive lucasfilm wanted us to use these fonts this way. like i am one hundred percent sure it came to me in a dream etc.

an excerpt: The cruiser picked them up at every spaceport. Pleasure girls of every shape, shade, and race. Willowy Twileks, human girls with obvious implants, stocky Clawdites that used their telepathy to shapeshift into your every unspoken fantasy. Kylo had little need for them.

read if you like: a sensually lush exploration of looking for rey in other people, this canonverse fic has an edge of darkness not unlike the fraying edges of kylo’s single-minded obsession. and the moment kylo imagines rey agreeing to be his student? perfection

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 04/05/2025

i’m going to be back for all the may the fourth things and i’m SO EXCITED about it and i watched a dear friend of mine become a rabbi today and i’m all up in my feels like adam “i’m very moved” so i will be back tomorrow and EXTRA seated

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 03/05/2025

flagging this manhattan afternoon ~ it was time for a play and a coffee and this was a delight to explore

a brilliantly-gold copy of the play ‘orlando’ by sarah ruhl adapted from the novel by virginia woolf. alongside is a half-drunk and condensating iced latte with a dove bearing an olive branch on the cup

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 30/04/2025

had a minor crisis of faith with my blank doc and then started to cook for @janejanajuno.bsky.social's treehugger collection #reyloww #reylofic

Up until quite recently—and he'd know exactly how recently if Baz hadn't taken off his watch—Ben was having a perfect day. He'd woken up with his beautiful new fiancee snoring endearingly in her sleep—it makes his heart soften just to remember until it occurs to him that they might not still be dating.

That point may have still been slightly fuzzy when she made her hasty and unexpected exit—her irresponsible, confusing, embarrassing, dangerous hasty exit—and under the circumstances it might not be the most important riddle of the sphinx.

Because, really, Ben has bigger problems.

Like being tied up in an ushirote munenawa body harness, lashed to a redwood when he wasn't looking—she was doing that thing with her tongue in his ear, okay, and he'll admit it, he's weak for that thing—and promptly left alone in the middle of a national park.

Well, maybe it wasn't exactly promptly that Baz left. Because Ben had accidentally started a fight.

But still.

Nothing about this screams safe, sane, or consensual. At this point Ben is seriously doubting that he's actually capable of making choices that are safe, sane, and consensual. Best he can probably hope for going forward is one out of three, tops, and that's really not very good unless he's playing golf, in which case it would be great. In fact it'd be fucking fantastic, but he doesn't play golf, now does he, because he's very proud of how good he's gotten at missing his father's phone calls. Less good at inventing good reasons not to visit home.

He was actually supposed to be visiting home this weekend. But he'd met Baz on Monday, when their hands had touched while they were both reaching for the same loaf of rosemary sourdough at the worker-owned co-op and they'd locked eyes and he'd just known that this time, this one, this woman - she was going to be the one. Definitely.

But if Ben had kept his plans and gone to visit his parents after all, he wouldn't currently be tied to a fucking tree in the middle of federally-protected parkland.

Is public indecency actually a crime, or is it just...generally frowned upon in this country? Since Big Sur is a national park, can he be charged with federal public indecency? The federal part makes it sound more alluring, but…it’s probably worse, isn’t it?

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 30/04/2025

i also find floor time very restorative

adam driver sitting on the floor and making a cup of coffee at his side look tiny

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em @emsdispatch.bsky.social · 28/04/2025

stitching on 28ct linen for the first time and it has been a trip

the beginnings of a cross-stitch pattern in many shades of green. rounded outlines are starting to appear

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