Catholic. Fangirl. Teacher-in-training. Things I like: Star Wars, superheroes, languages, Elementary, Once Upon a Time, history, fairy tales, and Les Misérables in all its many and glorious incarnations. Je parle français aussi.
Apparently the fact that 10 millions baguettes are sold each year in France is astonishing…
I don’t get why.
La baguette c’est la base.
Etant donné que la population de la France c’est 66 millions de personnes, ça ne fait que 6.6 baguettes par personne par an, ce qui est en faite un chifre miniscule.
Omg are you…. WRITING FANFICTION AGAIN!?!? eeee
Yeah, I’ve been plunking away at some Star Wars stuff in my spare time. There was a formulaic piece about Padmé being alive in the OT timeline that actually got finished.
this is epic :O
Thank you. At the current rate of progress, the full story might actually be finished before Episode VII comes out. On DVD and Blu Ray. Maybe.
Not sure if this will make it to the eventual final draft, but have another excerpt from the mama!Vader AU:
Anika Skywalker had been a woman of passions, good or ill. She had shone as brightly as a star, and burned as hot as one, too, as fierce in her love as she was wild in her anger, her boldness only matched for strength by her fear. She had been wonderfully and terribly alive.
But she was no longer Anika Skywalker. Now she was…something else.
Dark. Cold. Artificial. Limbs severed, hair and flesh burnt away, eyes and ears and vocal cords all but useless. In their place, mechanical substitutes, synthetic replacements, and electronic approximations. A respirator instead of lungs. Lenses for eyes. A vocoder, if not a voice. The face which had once smiled and scowled, first ravaged by flames, then scarred over, and finally hidden behind an unmoving death’s head mask.
That mask was what she really was, now. Fear personified, death made manifest - stalking, swift and predatory, but not in any real sense animated.
For she had been burnt not only from without, but from within, and it was the latter flames which had done the most damage. Kenobi’s blade had taken from her hands and feet. The fires of Mustafar had claimed nearly all the rest. But it was her own darkness that had scorched her heart, consumed it and left only ash, and there was no machine that could replace that.
My Lord they called her, for the Sith were Lords regardless of gender. And if the citizens of the Empire were ignorant of this custom and referred to the Emperor’s enforcer as he, what did it matter? She was no man, but neither was she much of a woman. Her new appearance held no trace of the feminine, nor did her new purpose. She had long ago had the title of daughter stolen from her, sister and wife had been forfeited with betrayal, and mother sacrificed in the fires that had reshaped her. Woman was not a much greater loss.
She had been woman, and it had gained her nothing.
Now, she would be Vader.
Probably going to make something of female!Vader using a vocoder to speak and thus not having an authentic voice of her own which I’m sure would make all my feminist lit professors so proud, so we’ll just have to be extra sure to emphasize that her redemption comes through her motherhood to counteract that.
Actually one of the most interesting things about this whole exercise is how many things which are exactly the same as in canon seem so much more loaded when the protagonist is female.
go into a starbucks in NYC and say very loudly into your phone “this movie script is stale and trite! we need some new talent, someone with a fresh outlook” and wait
It might actually be more fun to do it at Oren’s or Think Coffee.
Also how the hell do you laser in on my posts whenever I tag something about you. Like how the hell do you do that. were your blogging senses tingling
IDK I just saw it on my dash.
Convenient timing or latent ESP? You decide.