Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

words-writ-in-starlight asked: Okay this probably won't shock you, but I have a request for the five headcanons thing (I thought of this on my walk back to my dorm from my internship and in my defense it's been a long day): Force-sensitive Padme AU.

suzukiblu:

• Padmé gets found on Search by Tahl at like four, which is a little late but Tahl’s just like “lol whatever I was SIX” and THEN is like “would you like to be a Jedi, child? ❤” and Padmé is all “NO, I AM GOING TO BE A POLITICAL-TICIAN.” Tahl is like “omg ❤❤❤” and slightly heartbroken, but okay, fair enough. 
• As a result, Padmé becomes aware that she is Force-sensitive, and is vaguely aware that being Force-sensitive means people can do stuff WITH the Force. She does some light reading during playtime. Her parents are like “sweetie don’t you want to go, you know … actually PLAY?” and she is like “BUT THIS IS SO INTERESTING” and they are just all okay, alright, if you’re sure kiddo. Her sister thinks the Force is boring af but Padmé is faaaascinated. Tahl thinks she is adorable and gives her a few of her own books before she leaves. Padmé is also FIVE, and doesn’t realize that not getting proper training should preclude her from doing Force-ly things. She teaches herself to meditate because she’s vaguely aware that’s a thing that Force-sensitive people do, and then she teaches herself to lift feathers and bend spoons and throw full-sized punching bags across the gym, because she’s vaguely that THOSE things are things that Force-sensitive people do. She is not at ALL aware that Tahl never expected her to be quite so good at reading between the lines in those books she left and figuring out how to do all this shit. 
• Later on, Baby Padmé sends the Jedi Temple a very serious little hand-written letter addressed to “Miss Lady Jedi Tahl” about how she would like to borrow some other books, please, Miss Lady Jedi. The books she has now are VERY good books and she likes them very MUCH, but she has read them all now and she would like to learn more new things but because she has read them all she can’t learn new things. Also please accept this courtesy gift of a copy of her two favorite picture books, “The Junior Legislator’s Guide To Drafting A Peace Treaty” and “The Junior Legislator’s Guide To Firearm Use And Maintenance”, thank you very much. Tahl is SO ENAMORED and sends her PROBABLY WAY TOO MANY BOOKS, TO BE FRANK. Padmé reads them all. Repeatedly. And TAKES NOTES. 
  
• Everyone on Naboo who knows her well is politely baffled by but supportive of her interests, although they don’t let it get around that the new Queen is basically a mail-order Jedi because that would sort of defeat the purpose of having decoys. Anyway, Padmé never did get around to testing out that lightsaber design; blasters are just SO convenient. Ranged weapons are a gift and they are not a gift Padmé Amidala is going to waste, thank you very much. 
• Anakin was already going to be doomed, of course, but when he finds out the amazing angel he’s just met can DEFLECT BLASTER BOLTS BARE-HANDED … yeah, yeah, Anakin Skywalker is in love. He is in tiny nine year-old hero-worship love and he will NEVER EVER NOT BE, EVER, PADME PLEASE TEACH ME HOW YOU DID THAT I WILL SHOW YOU HOW TO HOTWIRE A SPEEDER?? Padmé’s all “oh no Annie it’s nothing ❤” and Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan are like “NO, NO, IT IS DEFINITELY SOMETHING o_O”. 

This went EXACTLY where I hoped it would.

caprette:

lettersiarrange:

Imagine if Alya and Marinette got into an argument because Alya was tired of Marinette never facing her fears and talking to Adrien. So Marinette, enraged and determined to prove Alya wrong, storms over to Adrien and says “You wanna go?!?”

It’s only after Adrien nervously chuckles and hesitantly backs away that she realizes that she forgot the “to the movies with me” part of her sentence

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nonasuch:

Having grown up in DC, statues of various dead guys on horses are basically background radiation, or they were before I became Hamilton trash and started noticing them again. Now it’s like every time I turn around there’s a Founding Father looking at me like I personally disappointed him, and it’s getting a little unnerving.

Although: as a result, I sort of want to write a magical realism thing where that can really happen. Where if you do something they would have disagreed with strongly enough, the statues climb down off their columns and lumber down Mass Ave to the Russell Building or the Capitol, where they stand on the sidewalk, arms crossed, glaring into the window of whoever’s just introduced legislation that offended them. They don’t speak, or attack anyone, or damage anything– well, they do tend to bump their heads on low-handing streetlights, sometimes, but that doesn’t count. Mostly they just stand there, mournful, accusing, for everyone to see.

Sometimes lawmakers can talk them around, convince them they’re not actually betraying the political ideals of their predecessors. Politicians who are good at this tend to have much, much longer careers than the ones who aren’t. Politicians who piss off the wrong statues seldom get reelected.

George Washington rarely budges, and when he does it’s front-page news, nationwide. Madison’s always been easier to talk around than most. Hamilton spend more time off his plinth than on it, but he cools off fast. Jefferson holds grudges, to the point that hardly anyone worries too much about making him mad. 

It’s not just politicians, either, and they don’t always come to life in anger. Joan of Arc’s bronze horse will shiver to life in Malcolm X Park, sometimes, and carry her off to join protest marches, when she thinks their cause is just. Gandhi walked with Iraq War protestors. The Spirit of American Womanhood, outside Constitution Hall, danced on the day that Roe v. Wade was decided, and when Obergefell vs. Hodge went through, Eleanor Roosevelt taught a clumsy Lindy to Baron von Steuben. 

Lincoln has only risen from his seat once since he was put there in 1922, and that was to nod in solemn approval at LBJ from the White House lawn.

Some cities rarely put up statues, and many have taken theirs down. Paris has a great many artists and writers memorialized, and curiously few politicians. In London, during the Blitz, Nelson shinned down his column to help dig people out of collapsed buildings, until he was broken to pieces himself; he stands atop the column again today, reassembled, but has never moved since. In the last moths of the Soviet Union, a desperate Communist Party had the statues of Moscow chained in place. These days, Monument Avenue in Richmond is punctuated with  a long series of empty plinths and bare columns. 

But DC keeps theirs, and keeps building more.

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yosoyleche:

b-tandoodlez:

akaalexia:

powergirlschestnuts:

ohmygil:

I’m actually a little offended because if there were ever a male Strong Female Character

it’d be Nightwing

Isn’t that right Karen?

IM A LITTLE BITTER NEGL dick grayson was doing the strong female character thing IN CANON way before anyone knew who clint barton was but WHATEVER FANDOM 

WHATEVER

did I mention this isn’t fanart

really printed

ACTUAL POSE IN AN ACTUAL COMIC BOOK

tits and ASS

gratuitous and inhuman

losing clothes since 1980something

yet fandom still decides that CLINT BARTON is a better male Strong Female Character than this flawless prince smh

idg why or how that snub happened but I am protesting it

WE ALL KNOW WHO THE REAL WINNER IS

and did I mention CANON because

CANON MALE STRONG FEMALE CHARACTER

CLEAR WINNER BY A LONG SHOT

DICK GRAYSON PERIOD THE END

I love Hawkeye, and the Hawkeye initiative, but this post never fails to crack me up.

Artists, what are you doing?

I

STRONGLY

AGREE

WITH

EVERYTHING.

Not to mention a villain actually says “I’d know that ass anywhere” when seeing Dick Grayson from behind. 

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