There were countless Princess Leia posters at the march today, young girls walking around in her iconic buns. I think this is the importance of film. Because if a character stands among protesters at a march of resistance and unity and hope, it means something. Art has power and we need it now more than ever, I just wish Carrie Fisher could see all she’s inspired.
Unfollow me if you wish, but this blog will NEVER support Trump and instead supports the LGBT community, racial minorities, women, people with disabilities, immigrants, Muslims, Jewish people, and anyone else who is afraid now. I am with you, and this will always be a safe space for you.
Executive dysfunction is like all of your abilities are on cooldown and you’re mashing buttons to try to do anything but your brain is just like “i can’t do that yet. that’s still recharging. i can’t do that yet. that spell isn’t ready yet. that’s still recharging.”
its ok to punch nazis guys. full stop its ok. they want you to be dead and they want what freedom you have. you should not respect that, tolerate it or allow it to manifest in your cities. if they dont want to get punched, they shouldnt be nazis. maybe the fact that nazis are frequently the villain of most movies ever made should tip you off about how in the wrong you are about this one
I’m so like…amused and frustrated by people who are just SO indignant about the protests happening today.
Like, listen up ya Cheetos, you spend all day monday singing praises about how great MLK was.
You don’t get to pitch a fit on Friday when people do the same shit he did.
Oh but they are blocking roads! They are shouting and making people feel uncomfortable and it is inconvenient! Yes, you french fry. What do you think MLK did?
I get why some people seem to get the impression that the central ethos of Dr Who is ‘don’t fight hate with hate’ or some shit like that but if you’ve actually been paying attention over the past 53 years it’s really something more like ‘if resisting oppression peacefully through negotiation doesn’t work then feel free to blow the fuckers up’
you know what’s fucking great about the Women’s March, tho
they filled the stands
like. the inauguration the day before didn’t even manage that much. barely anybody came at all to that one, but the day of the Women’s March? a whole fucking world came just to say, “WE WANT BASIC HUMAN RIGHTS AND ALSO DEMOCRACY YOU TURDBRAIN”
Got up at fuck-all o'clock this morning to go into Washington DC for the Women’s March on Washington with @twistedangelsays . I’ll keep you posted on how it turns out.
Wish us luck, babes, and do not go gentle.
GODDAMN, everybody.
Conservative estimates for the DC March are at half a million people, and I was one of them, and godDAMN it was fucking amazing. There were people watching the rally from the trees, from monuments, from the tops of police barriers (myself and my bestie among them), DC was literally a fucking jungle gym for 500K diverse, outspoken, passionate people. It was a joy to see everyone turn out in solidarity, and I’ve never been part of such a massive, kind, good natured group of people. Shout-out to the two lesbians who made sure I didn’t fall off my perch when someone bumped me and to the guy who let me use the top of his head as a prop to get down when the march started.
Watching the protesters lay their signs at the doors of the Trump hotel as they marched home was a fucking joy.
And finally, the most popular (and personal favorite) chant: “We will not go away, welcome to your first day!”
I just watched fucking history happen and it was the most empowering thing I’ve seen in…a long time.
Got up at fuck-all o'clock this morning to go into Washington DC for the Women’s March on Washington with @twistedangelsays . I’ll keep you posted on how it turns out.
For everyone out there, i think the #1 thing that made me realise I had add/adhd is finding out that hyperfocusis one of the hallmark symptoms of adhd
I never considered I could ever have it until I discovered this. ‘Adhd is supposed to be about being unable to focus. I can’t have it if I can sit down and draw or read or play video games for 8 hours straight to the point of forgetting to feed myself, that’s like, the complete opposite of adhd. That’s just normal behaviour, right?’
JOKES ON YOU BRAIN THAT IS EXACTLY ADHD
GUYS YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND
I WASN’T DIAGNOSED UNTIL I WAS SEVENTEEN
SEVEN FUCKING TEEN
AND WHEN THE PSYCHOLOGIST TOLD US ABOUT HYPERFOCUS
The emotional math, gus! The figures! Like, Micheletto could very easily fall platonically into a terrifying devotion to Lucrezia that eventually turns sexual, but it would be very hard for him to get swept up in that while also falling into a terrifying tenderness with [redacted so I don’t spoil @marmolita or @words-writ-in-starlight or the anons who have told me I have conned them into starting the show] while ALSO being in terrifying terrible love with Cesare. And then Lucrezia herself would have to meet Micheletto’s very complex and overwhelming romantic calculus at the exact right moment–and balancing the scales between her guilt over [redacted] and her terrifying terrible love for her brother WITH her new marriage for enough of an emotional breath that she could possibly entertain bringing her brother’s manservant into her incestuous affair would be a feat in and of itself.
(Cesare would obviously be down. Cesare is not the problem.)
and then there’s the TIMING to consider. There are BREAKUPS, and it’s hard to stage a threesome in the middle of a devastating you-killed-so-and-so-and-dammit-I’ve-got-to-leave-you breakup.
I'm so stressed right now because my family is making me go to a celebrate Trump party and I have to act like the perfect straight conservative daughter that I'm not and I dont know how I'm going to live with this and I have zero choice in the matter
Oh, sweetheart. Oh, baby, I wish to God I could give you a hug and promise I could protect you from this whole disaster. But I can’t, and I wish I could tell you something that would magically make it easier to get through this, but I can’t do that either.
So here’s this. You are not wrong in your beliefs. You are not wrong in your identity. Your parents might not know, or they might not agree, or they might even believe they can ‘fix’ you, but you don’t need to be fixed, I promise you. You are not alone, facing this, even if it might feel otherwise.
And that’s the critical part, I think. The power in an administration like Trump’s comes from making people like you, and like me, people who stand in a minority, feel alone. It comes from making us believe that we are facing an unstoppable onrushing tide, with no one to help us or hold us up when we falter, because it is so easy to trample over a single frightened person. And it is so easy, when you’re that single frightened person, to crumple.
But you’re not alone, sweetheart. You’re not. Our greatest strength for the next four years is our unity. We stand together, hand in hand, and we do not abandon one another to the tide, we work together to pile up sandbags against it. So you’ll live through this, sweetheart. I promise. With me, and with hundreds of thousands of others around the world. We won’t let you be swept away.
Take a hand, sweetheart, and do not go gentle into that good night.
The Trump thing is scary because I truly believe that ex-staffer of his who said: “Well, Trump just got into this as a fun publicity stunt. He never expected to get anywhere. Then his ego refused to let him drop out even when it was obvious he probably had to.”
‘I wish it need not have happened in my time,’ said Frodo.
‘So do I,’ said Gandalf, ‘and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.’
Yoooo I’m going to have my son tomorrow so I can’t actually join the March that Nashville is doing. I was just going to donate money but this is great too!
On some real shit, I do not fuck with people who ride those boat things at the carnival. People who get on those do not give a fuck about life, they don’t care about you, ya mama or your kids. They literally have nothing to lose. You don’t care about life so there’s no need for me to fight you because you’re not going to give a damn about my face.
THIS JOINT!!!!
BITCHHHHHHH. I got on this shit when I was 12. Wasn’t no bar, no protection, nothing in that shit. I didn’t realize until it was too late. You couldn’t pay me to ever get on this shit ever again in my life. We were in Landover, this shit almost smooth flipped my ass to Baltimore. No. Never again.
12? I got on this bitch when I was 21 and had my head in my ex’s shoulder the ENTIRE time. Screaming like a bih too. Nope. Never again. I was praying to the gravity gods the entire time.
?????? All it does is swing back and forth???? I don’t understand the concern??????
centrifugal force keeps you in your seat.
Centrifugal force isn’t keeping me from crying tho
Sunny tell them about the cages
most of ours have a cage on both ends for those feeling extra brave, you just stand there on your feet, hold on to he bars and scream as you get completely lifted off the ground when it comes down at full speed
I’m just imaging an AU where Padme’s pregnancy didn’t have to be a secret and Anakin is trying to pick out names for the baby so he asks his men for ideas, and the clones, of course, throw out names like
“Zapper!”
“Sling!”
“Bomber!”
“Kickback!”
Anakin is internally screaming, but he doesn’t want to insult them by saying those are terrible names so he’s just like, “…thanks, guys.”
even better is if after the kids are born, there are still clones around for security and such and when they’re old enough to talk they know they were given names by their parents, but clones see those names as like. your technical/official ID. not as your actual personal name. so they talk to these little kids who of course love preposterous names and that’s how leia is also named POWERFIST
I’ve reblogged this before but imagine Luke being dubbed “Cinnamon Roll” by the clones
Powerfist and Cinnamon Roll Skywalker. Deal.
OH MY GOD so i was just gonna tagspiral about this but I have Too Many Thoughts so i’m gonna actually write real text for once
So: here we have Powerfist Leia Skywalker and Cinnamon Roll Luke Skywalker. They probably spend a lot of time with the clones, right? Because if Padme and Anakin aren’t in a Secret Relationship then Anakin probably doesn’t fall, so the war doesn’t end the way it does in canon - actually, shit, I forgot about 66. So let’s say Palps tries to recruit Anakin anyway because he’s super-powerful and Palps wants that on his side, but Anakin betrays him to the Council and Order 66 doesn’t happen.
But just because Palpatine tripped and fell into about a dozen lightsabers on his way to his jail cell doesn’t mean the war’s over. The Separatists are fucked, they can’t exactly claim that Sidious made them do it, so they’re going to try their hardest not to lose. So Anakin’s still spending a lot of time out in the field, and Padme’s still got Senate stuff to do. And they probably both already had serious business security details, since somebody needs to be around whenever Anakin decides to do something really fucking stupid without backup (he usually manages without backup, but Obi-Wan, Padme and every clone friend of Anakin’s agree that they’d rather have someone on him anyway), and Padme’s a significant target for the Separatists because a) she’s pretty well-connected in the Senate and b) Palps was hoping he could kill her off to get Anakin to fall. Which would’ve ended pretty badly for him but Palpatine clearly doesn’t understand love so he wouldn’t have realised that.
SO. Anakin gets called off to spearhead some campaign somewhere, Padme has to go to the Senate, and who’s left to look after Powerfist and Cinnamon Roll? (Padme finds these names hilarious.) It’s the clones.
“Okay,” Rex says, no longer quite so angry about being grounded while his blaster wound heals. “Watch carefully. This is how you hold a blaster, okay?”
Luke and Leia are fascinated.
Padme, who entered politics at a frankly ridiculous age and was embroiled in her first war at the age of fourteen, isn’t all that upset when she finds out. Okay, she’d prefer it if the weaponry lessons waited until the kids were older, but considering who their parents are, they’re pretty tempting kidnap targets so she’d rather they knew how to look after themselves. And they’re so cute doing their unarmed combat lessons!
Anakin - Anakin is very protective of his tiny children. HE’S SEEN SOME SHITTY STUFF IN THE GALAXY, OKAY, HE JUST WANTS TO WRAP THEM IN COTTON WOOL AND HIDE THEM SOMEWHERE UNTIL THEY’RE EIGHTEEN. He is not impressed when he finds out. Every stupid, dangerous thing he ever did as a child is running through his head on a loop. He did so many stupid things.
“Not that many,” Padme says, patting his shoulder.
“Pod races,” Anakin says hoarsely. “Blowing up Trade Federation droid ships. Racing speeders. Sticking my hands into droid innards.”
“That isn’t that dangerous,” Padme says, frowning.
“What if I’d electrocuted myself?” Anakin demands. “I could have died so many ways, Padme, why did I pass this on to my children, oh god.”
Padme looks over at Rex for support.
“He’s never told you any of the really wild war stories, has he,” Rex says, deadpan. “They’re too short to fly fighters, but we can start them on acrobatics soon, they’ll have an easier time if they’ve already had practice not throwing up the first time one of them decides to spin the ship they’re flying.”
“I’ll take that into consideration,” Padme says, wondering what Anakin’s stories are if they aren’t the wild ones.
Somewhere, Obi-Wan Kenobi just broke a rib laughing.
It’s canon (or was) that as a child Leia had a fluorescent pink alien kitten-type animal named All-Terrain Attack Vehicle, so I can see her being totally on board with the awesome names.
Now consider: regular OT universe, lots of the clones went AWOL after Order 66 and many of them found their way into the Rebellion. The Rebellion was thus influenced by their culture, including this habit of giving out names like this.
Clones around Leia Organa when she’s growing up.
Clones teaching her to shoot, to fight, to fall, to fly. One of them finds her crying over some momentary childhood upsetness at age five and cheers her up by teaching her to hold a blaster. And then to shoot it. And then to hit what she’s aiming at.
At six, she gets into her first fistfight with another child, a spoiled brat of Alderaan’s nobility, and comes out of it with a bloody nose and a couple broken knickles because she doesn’t know how to punch correctly. Bail gives her a scathing lecture on deportment and courtesy and keeping her temper and how a princess must behave, given edge with his own terror that she’s taking after her other father. The clone who finds her, sulking in the mechanics bay, stung and furious, teaches her how to fight.
At eight, she wants to learn to fly, and Bail, visions of Anakin dancing in his head, dissuades her. It’s the most natural thing in the world to go to the clones and ask to be taught.
At ten she announces that she doesn’t want to go into politics, she wants to be a clone. When her mother points out, gently, that she is the Crown Princess and has responsibilities, she suggests they find girls who look like her to be the Princess for her when she’s busy. She has no idea why both her parents go white at the suggestion.
At eleven, fresh out of another fight–she wants to go help the Rebellion directly, she wants to fight, she wants to go places, be out in the thick of things, and her parents want her to study and do princess things, they want to keep her safe–she goes to the clones with several years of pent-up questions.
The clones are ones who spent years fighting beside Anakin Skywalker, and almost as much time spent running interference for, and pretending not to know about, Anakin’s secret relationship with Padmé Amidala. They didn’t know she was pregnant, but between the piloting skills and the temper and the recklessness and the elder Organas’ reaction to her decoy idea, they can guess.
One of them brings out a medkit and they run a genetic test on a drop of Leia’s blood. They’ve seen the readout of Anakin’s displayed so many times they’ve practically committed it to memory, and the relationship is obvious even to those not medic-trained. Now Leia has a second set of parents, and a host of stories about them, and the personal loyalty of every clone trooper in the Rebellion–General Skywalker’s daughter.
When she’s twelve, a thought occurs to her, and it’s the clones, not her parents, that she asks, “if my father was a Jedi, am I Force-sensitive too?”
Some clone out working support for the Rebellion’s secret operatives gets in touch with Fulcrum for her.
A couple days after Leia’s thirteenth birthday, Ahsoka Tano makes planetfall on Alderaan and is snuck by the clones (”Good to see you, Commander,”) into the mechanics bay to meet Leia. By the time Bail and Breha figure out what Leia’s disappearing for this time, Leia’s already made her first lightsaber and is working on her second.
When Darth Vader tracks down Ahsoka Tano, Ahsoka Tano is not alone.
“Who are you?” he asks, confused by the presence of this fierce child–his grand-apprentice, as it were, glaring at him from behind two lightsabers (blue, for her father, and green, for her teacher) like he’d offended her grievously in the past. (He’s never really met Princess Leia Organa, beyond an occasional presence at the same Imperial event, but she knows quite a lot about him. She isn’t going to run for Senate, but she is going to rebel. She does her research.)
“Killshot,” is what she says.
Darth Vader was Anakin Skywalker, and Anakin Skywalker knows clone naming customs when he hears them. “A Force-sensitive clone?” is what he asks. (The name was gifted to her at nine, when she beat the combat flight simulator on its highest mode eleven times in a row.)
Leia beams. It’s the best compliment anyone could give her. “Yes,” she says, and brings up her blades.
