“Later on in the former interview, on the topic of the backlash, Alonso said, “We’re trained to anticipate a strong reaction to change or a big plot twist like this, whether it’s a female Thor or the new Ms. Marvel or the Korean-American Hulk. We didn’t expect the reaction to be anywhere this big.” To compare these incidents of backlash completely misunderstands the issue.”
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1) Give me a pairing.
2) Give me an AU setting.
3) I will write you a three-sentence fic.
Reblogging again because I’m selfish and I WANT MORE THESE ARE SO FUN
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If this was any other candidate this would be on every news outlet. It would be a scandal, and that person wouldn’t be candidate for long. The fact that he’s still the presumptive nominee is fucking RIDICULOUS.
Here are the articles on it
http://jezebel.com/heres-how-that-wild-lawsuit-accusing-trump-of-raping-a-1782447083
http://www.morningnewsusa.com/donald-trump-rape-jane-doe-real-identity-revealed-2385315.html
https://www.rt.com/usa/347804-trump-accused-rape-epstein/
yo…..
(via yea-lets-do-this-shit)
words-writ-in-starlight asked: *appears to harass you again* Okay but for real, talk to me about the disaster that unfolds as Anakin has to deal with Padme's insistence that no one OWNS him, because he's a PERSON, not a thing, and also how that turns into handmaiden!Anakin, and also whether this eventually turns into Padme/Anakin, and also whether this still ends with Vader or if Anakin loses it completely and they have an untrained Dark Side nine-year-old. I swear I'll get out of your inbox someday, but clearly not today.
(I’ll be honest there’s a lot here so I just wrote The Next Thing That Happens, lolll. hopefully it satisfies?)
Anakin cries for a very long time, surprising Padmé exactly not at all. She guides him a little further away from the funeral stragglers and does her best to disappear him behind her robes in the shadows, suspecting that later he might be ashamed to know the Jedi had seen him do it, even if he’ll never see them again. Perhaps some part of her just wants the excuse to disappear him, but that doesn’t make her wrong either.
It doesn’t hurt to get him to sit down somewhere, either. He looks so exhausted.
So Padmé takes a seat, and she lets Anakin lean in against her side and weep silent tears into her chest. She does not reflect on why a nine year-old might cry hard enough to shake without making a sound. Her fists curl inside her sleeves, though, and she makes no effort to disturb his grief.
Anakin cries and cries and cries, and Padmé lays a hand on his back and watches the embers of Qui-Gon Jinn gutter out into nothing. Even with as long as the pyre has burned already, it takes a very long time.
She is so very tired, and there is so very much to do.
“Your majesty,” Sabé murmurs sometime later; Padmé blinks, slowly, and looks up at her. The gesture feels thicker than it should, padded by exhaustion and borrowed pain and a tinge of grief.
“Sabé,” she says, the name coming out slow too. Sabé and Rabé stand side-by-side in front of her, as close to mirrors as any two humans could be. Padmé wants to say more, but the right words won’t come. Words don’t seem to want to come at all, in all honesty.
“Anakin Skywalker is asleep, your majesty,” Sabé says; Padmé glances down automatically and finds that she speaks the truth, although she had not doubted it anyway. “Shall we take him to the Jedi’s rooms?”
“No. He is not a Jedi,” Padmé says, her fingers flattening against Anakin’s back. “He is one of the Naboo. He will stay with us, until such a time as he chooses not to.”
Sabé looks at Rabé, who looks back at Sabé. Padmé looks at neither of them, because Anakin is small and soft and sleeping against her side, body half-hidden by the heavy length of her sleeve but tear-stains still visible on his face.
“We will prepare a room for him, your majesty,” Sabé says, she and Rabé both inclining their heads in perfect unison.
“If you would, please,” Padmé murmurs, and lifts her arm a little higher to better hide Anakin. He shifts in his sleep and lays heavier against her side. She wishes, again, to disappear him–make him unremarkable, unnoticeable, uninteresting. As if she could take his Force strength and his grief and uncertainty off him as easily as she herself takes off Amidala and vanishes into a handmaiden’s cloak.
Of course, even when she takes Amidala off, she is always still Amidala, and Anakin would be no less Anakin if she could do the same for him.
Still. It’s nice, sometimes, to not always be looked at as though she is.
And even without everything he’s done for her people and planet, Anakin is someone who looks at her the same way no matter what she’s wearing. Padmé meant it when she told him he was valuable, and not just in the inherent way that any sentient is, not just for what he’s done–Anakin is valuable to her, for how he treats her. It’s one of the few truly selfish things Padmé has allowed herself to feel since being elected, and she has no intention of changing it.
Honestly, Anakin might need more people to be selfish about himself. Especially now, with Qui-Gon Jinn dead. Who else does he have, now that he’s left his home?
Her.
He will have her.
The rest of it … the rest of it they’ll just have to see, she supposes.
*opens mouth*
*screams forever*
So apparently at one point during the American Revolution Alexander Hamilton, Lee and a bunch of troops were all across the Hudson River from the rest of the army, and Hamilton and a few other men were destroying bags of flour so the British wouldn’t get to them (since the British were supposed to arrive soon) and anyway the troops saw the British coming and began to retreat by marching off, but Hamilton and the other few men were left by the shore of the river with a heck of a lot of redcoats approaching. Luckily they had a boat and fled back across the river (under British gunfire), but one man died, another was wounded, and they all bailed and began to swim but made it out ok. However, Lee assumed Hamilton was dead and reported thus to Washington and his aides, and they were apparently all mourning him and drinking to his memory when he appeared in the doorway, dripping wet.
SURPRISE, BITCH
(via cthulhu-with-a-fez)
LUKE SKYWALKER: Myth is so much more important and true than history.
LEIA ORGANA: Well, history is just journalism, and you know how reliable that is.
….The new documentary THE RESISTANCE tells the eye-opening history of the Second Galactic Civil War from the point of view of those who fought in it. To capture this vantage point, director R.B. Arraneth has gathered together the rare candid holo footage of its soldiers, pilots, droids, and lauded generals, splicing it together with interviews and excerpts of their own words. The result is an intimate portrait of the heroes of the Resistance, as they truly were.
“The documentary explores how life actually was on the ground of an ongoing conflict,” says Arraneth. “Though it profiles of a handful of soldiers, it is really meant to serve as a reflection on us in a post-Civil War galaxy, and the sense of mythos we project on the people who fought in it.“
THE RESISTANCE is a tragic, heartening, personizing, and revelatory report from the front lines of a struggle that spanned the known galaxy.
#no shut up I want this and I’ll never get it and it breaks my heart #somewhere on the resistance base is that one weirdo who insists on whipping out their holocorder at the slightest provocation #who has several terabytes of grainy holo footage—poe crooning lullabies over bb-8 as she powers down #jess and iolo playing sabacc under the wing of a x-wing as a storm howls outside the hangar #the time the fire alarms—of all things—roused them all from their beds and the general showed up at command barefoot #her hair down around her shoulders; down to her waist #intelligence throws the best parties (no one asks where they get the top-shelf liquor and expensive food #everyone is a little afraid of intel) and there’s hours of footage with the resistance #all of them #(war is good for snatching a little bit of immortality while you can get it) #and then thirty years later when they’re all old and graying and have their own babies they’re raising in the beautiful new galaxy #some kid is going through the archives and finds all of it; all the moments preserved in grainy holo footage #the first time rey levitated a rock with the force; finn’s terrible jokes #poe wide-eyed and high on caf talking a thousand words a minute with rey about some mechanical detail about x-wings #every argument luke and leia had about how big the exhaust port was on the death star and what happened at jabba’s #and this kid going through this footage of all these larger than life heroes—this kid falls in love #and makes a movie #and I get stupid emotional thinking about it so NOW YOU ALL HAVE TO ENDURE ME THINKING ABOUT IT (via @notbecauseofvictories)
(via skymurdock)
“what do you think about when you daydream or get distracted?”
nothing. my head is just a running loop of the hamilton original cast recording
VERY GOOD.
(via slyrider)
omg when ladies talk about their wives and just say “my wife” I just get so excited and happy because it is all possible and real. it’s so amazing and beautiful
DUDE my teacher canceled class the other day and so the next day we were all like oh no is everything ok?? and shes like “oh yeah its fine its just my wife wasn’t feeling good so i took her home, made her some soup, yknow fun stuff” and i swear everyone in class froze for a sec cuz we never knew she was a lesbian but then we spent a good 30 min of class time discussing whether her wife actually ate the soup cuz we all know she sucks at cooking
that is the best thing I’ve heard all day omg
this is beautiful
I had a professor who would talk in class about her wife and their four daughters and it always made me go !!! inside. like, wooooow, family goals.
In my undergrad, I took a module that had two lecturers teaching it. The first was very butch and would occasionally talk about how brilliant her wife was in the field and would talk about her kids and general family life. Then the other lecturer took over classes, and she would talk about her wife too, and how brilliant her wife was academically. Then they taught a class together and the penny dropped. They were talking about each other and both thought the other was the literal shit in their area of media.
It’s been delightful for me to watch my friends finally able to get legally married. Every time @crofethr says “my wife” it’s like a chorus of bluejays dance around behind her.
I was at work at a deli a few weeks ago and this group of three women came in pretty late at night. One was the mother of one of them, and the other two were just being really cute and holding hands and cuddling and whatnot. One was leaning on the other and she seemed really tired, so her wife ordered for her and the mom was like, “Married for seven years, they know each others’ orders by heart” and I honestly felt like I’d been blessed
oh my god that’s beautiful
one time a lecturer was discussing all the stupid reasons she’s been called up in front of the board (which include an actual formal accusation of witchcraft) and once a student accused her of homophobia and homophobic statements and she walked into the formal board hearing with her only prepared defense being “remember how I’m married to another woman ok thanks let’s go get lunch”
dchxhgsfahKasggzjz oh my god
I’m an optician and one day I had 2 women, one blonde and one brunette, come in to pick up glasses. I had the blonde try on hers while the brunette was talking to one of my coworkers. When she put them on I said, “Oh looks like they’re not sitting straight.” Without missing a beat she said “Oh honey, nothing about me is straight,” and proceeded to pat her wife on the butt and say “Honey, did you hear what I said? It was really funny. Honey? Honey, I said nothing about me is straight.”
me too tbh
(Source: tealesbian, via patroclvss)
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