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Star Wars: Comics vs. Movies.

what would kylo do if he had a vision with this in, imagine how pissed he’d be

i really loved seeing smol luke hauling tol dad vader to that lil escape plane after a traumatic duel and then getting fried by the evil emperor… but i also love the pieta visual

also I love how the stormtroopers (and imperials in general) in this whole bit were just like “darth vader getting dragged along the floor? PRETEND YOU DON’T SEE RUN AWAY” 

Again! I love this! I love that Luke is a realistic little dude! And like– I’m sort of heartbroken they’re beefing John Boyega up, I’m sad about all the workout posts, because ok the thirst, I get it, but– he was so sweet, with his solid normal-person body, and I loved that in an action hero, and Daisy all wiry, and– now he’s going to be Beefy and Jacked and I bet they’ll shoot him to look like he’s six foot, and I’m just sad. Short Guys aren’t my deal, but they sort of are now I guess, thanks Mark Hamill ?!?!

Oh my gosh French knots for BB-8’s lil rivets is

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Oh my gosh French knots for BB-8’s lil rivets is maybe the best embroidery idea I’ve ever had. Shh don’t worry about the off-center panels this is folk art.

gendest: because a lot of people dont seem to get this: golems are from jewish folklore. dont treat.

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because a lot of people dont seem to get this:

golems are from jewish folklore. dont treat them like a generic fantasy creature, thats appropriative

kabbalah is a specifically jewish religious tradition. dont practice it if youre not jewish and dont use kabbalah symbolism as generic occult stuff, thats appropriative

for the record if it has hebrew on it and it doesnt have anything to do with judaism its probably appropriative

dont wear a magen david if youre not jewish, its used as a symbol for judaism so wearing it if youre a gentile is appropriative

while im at it heres a rundown of some terms you should know

goy: hebrew and yiddish for non-jewish person, it literally translates as “nation.” the plural form is goyim. goy is not a slur.

gentile: english for non-jewish person

anti-semitism: you probably know what this means but i just want to point out that the word anti-semitism was NOT coined by jews but by a german anti-semite who wanted a more scientific-sounding alternative to “judenhass,” which literally translates to “jew-hatred” so please shut up about how arabs are also semites. we know.

if you’re not jewish you should also avoid using the word “jew” since many jewish people are uncomfortable with it (though i personally am fine with it). use “jewish person” instead if youre a gentile

please reblog this if you’re not jewish, i almost never see gentiles acknowledging cultural appropriation of judaism and anti-semitism on tumblr, even among people who otherwise pay close attention to such issues

I’ve known this song for years, and the version

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I’ve known this song for years, and the version I knew was by an Irish group called Danú.  It’s a standard one about how a man will always betray you. Amusingly, I’ve never heard it performed by a woman. A lot of Irish songs are like that, and I don’t know why, but I’m really used to mentally adapting to male singers singing songs about being left pregnant by some false man. This song, however, unlike most, is not explicitly about being pregnant, so I suppose it really is gender-neutral; it’s addressed to ladies but that could be nonspecific I suppose. 

In-universe I have sort of casually made bisexuality nearly ubiquitous. Fanon has that as a prevailing feature of the SW universe and I quite like it. It’s nice not to have to bother putting in angst about queerness. (Why am I putting in angst about racism, then? Because angst about queerness is sort of ubiquitous in fic, and angst about racism isn’t, so it’s not as well-trodden for me.) So maybe in-universe it is perfectly normal for men to sing songs about false-hearted men, and maybe biology and medical science being what they are, maybe men wind up pregnant too. Hmm? I don’t think I’ll be exploring that far, so don’t worry if mpreg is a squick, I’m not going there. But maybe folk songs do. … 

Anyway. It has a verse about flying. So of course Poe sings it. 

After his other song about a false lover goes viral, he switches to singing this one instead because there are no particular associations with it. 

It catches Finn’s attention, though, perhaps too pointedly, and so it winds up being used as a code. Just the verse about the little swallow. 

I wish I were a little swallowand I had wings, and could fly so highI’d fly to the arms of my false true loverand there I’d be content to die

For shits and giggles, though, I made the character who’s supposed to be singing it as a signal not able to sing. Because some people can’t. So she can’t sing, and so she’s trying to nonchalantly hum, and Poe is the POV character and is completely ignoring her because he doesn’t recognize the song at all, so she’s finally whistling it and he’s like why is that lady staring at me and whistling tunelessly.

Because I’ve always wondered– what if the code in your secret spy thing is to sing a song and you can’t sing? What happens then?

He leaves, and only later when the song spontaneously gets stuck in his head is he like, wait a goddamn minute. 

(A not-so-secret angst of mine is that if I were in a spy thriller I would literally not notice any of the cues I’m supposed to be picking up on and I can only console myself that I’d never be in a spy thriller anyway. But it makes it hard to write realistic spy thriller elements in a story, because fuck, who even notices shit like that???)

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I was trying to write something else and this happened instead. Untitled, 2000 words, set shortly after Poe defects to the Resistance, a little while before the events of the film, well before the events of the story I’m working on. A discussion with a mechanic on the care and maintenance of astromech droids. I meant this to be cute, but, TW for mention of droid abuse.

“You know,” Goss Toowers said, leaning in the doorway, “our mechanics are equipped to work on astromechs too.”

Poe glanced up at the Shozer mechanic, caught flat-footed; he had BB-8’s sensor array all spread out on a dropcloth in front of him, and it was clear as anything he was doing his own maintenance work, and he hadn’t planned on rubbing it in anyone’s face exactly, but this was a little bit irregular.

Great start to working with the Resistance, champ, he told himself. Very diplomatic.

“I, ah,” he said. He set the multitool in his hand down carefully. He was a bit nervous as a mechanic, especially with sensitive stuff like this; he always had to lay it out carefully and then constantly re-check and keep everything in relative position so he remembered where it went to put it back together. “You know, you guys have enough to do, keeping up with all the dumb shit I do to the damn craft, I figured, I’d just do the shit I know how to do and not bother you unless it was really a problem.”

Shozer facial expressions were hard to read, since they were big reptilian things; Poe really hoped this guy wasn’t as disgruntled as he looked.

“Fair enough,” Goss said. “But we’ve all been wanting a look at that little astro of yours, he’s different.”

“BB-8 is one of a kind,” Poe said, and it was a defensive catchphrase. He had a reputation for spoiling his droid, for being inappropriately indulgent of the thing, but it was all a pretty calculated plan, which he camouflaged by being really flippant about it. “And um. My mom never let me have a pet so I’ve kind of. Done all the things you’re not supposed to do.”

Goss made an alarming noise, but it was pretty clearly a laugh. “Pilots always fuck up their astromechs,” he said, “we’re used to it. What’s yours do now?”

“Ehm,” Poe said. “Well, I mean. I’m just cleaning the sensor array, I think the weatherseal is starting to go. But you mean, specifically or in general, what’s BB-8’s deal?”

“Yeah,” Goss said, “both specifically and in general. There’s only ever two ways this goes– a pilot either treats their astromech super shitty and the thing gets a complex, or the pilot treats it way too nice and it gets a complex. So I’m figuring, since you’re in here doing this instead of hitting on girls or whatever it is that you hit on, because that’s what pilots do, you’re probably the second kind. So what kind of complex does BB-8 have?”

Poe laughed so hard he almost lost his place, and had to take a moment to re-count the lenses of the sensor array to make sure he had them in the right order. “Oh,” he said, “so you’ve worked with pilots before. Fleet pilots are the worst ones, don’t you think?”

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I forgot I wrote this. It’s at my length threshhold to go on AO3 but there’s no real… plot? I dunno. Anyway. Shameless self-reblog here. 

Right after writing this I spent a really long car ride with my dude talking about AIs and algorithms and theoretical ways in which a functioning droid’s AI would work, and it was kind of cool and kind of, well, solidified my resolve that Star Wars is fantasy not science fiction.

Me, in bed, comfy, suggestively, to boyfriend: Wanna snuggle?Boyfriend, wiping cat hair from the...

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Me, in bed, comfy, suggestively, to boyfriend: Wanna snuggle?

Boyfriend, wiping cat hair from the front of his sweater, kind of smugly: Nah, I already got snuggles.

I AM BETRAYED 

BY BOTH OF THEM

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This exercise bike washes your clothes as you ride

Behold an invention that combines two of the worst expected adult activities: doing laundry and exercising. Based on renderings, the Bike Washing Machine, also called “BiWa,” the side of the bike reveals room for clothes, water and detergent. This seems like an interesting appliance, but getting your hands on a BiWa may not be easy.

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i have an unsettling MIGHTY NEED. is that weird? that’s weird.

I can’t post any excerpts of The Novel because

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I can’t post any excerpts of The Novel because they’re all spoilery at this point. There are characters in them and configurations that are just– there’s no way to do that without giving away too much of what’s come before. 

I know, I’ve been pretty profligate with excerpts and things, but I’m actually pretty careful that they’re not like, giving the whole thing away. Not like, I mean, the plot is anything particularly complex, but– you know. 

(And I swear I’m not like teasing this thing to build up tension for marketing purposes or whatever, I’m just really trying not to get into yet another epic never-finished WIP, so.) 

So instead here’s an excerpt of the distraction-fic I’m using to psych myself up while finishing the novel. In which apparently I want to address the fact that like half the characters are really really young. So, Jessika Pava. 

(I can find very little info on her except that apparently she’s played by a multiracial 23-year-old English Singaporean-Chinese actress and she has a spoken line in the movie, though there seems to be a lot of fanon about her and that is awesome.)

Anyway.

The next day Commander Dameron watched Jess oddly all through a meeting, and afterward she waited for him in the hallway and made herself say, “Did you have something to tell me?”

“No,” he said, laughing, “no.” He sucked his lower lip into his mouth for a moment, hesitating (mesmerizing, stop staring at his mouth Jessika), then said, “Rey couldn’t stop talking about how much fun she had with you last night.”

“Oh,” Jess said, pleased, then her stomach dropped: was he jealous was he here to tell her to back off his girlfriend oh she hadn’t meant it like that even though Rey was super hot but oh no. “I mean. She’s pretty great.”

“She is,” Dameron said, and smiled, warm and sort of shyly.

Bravery, Jess reminded herself. “I’m not trying to steal your girlfriend,” she said.

Dameron’s expression went comically dismayed. “She’s not my– it’s not like that,” he said. “It’s– she’s her own, whatever she is. That’s– there’s no stealing, there. That’s the great thing about Rey, you’re not going to do anything to her she doesn’t want you to.”

“True,” Jess said.

Dameron grinned, and looked down, a little flustered. Fuck, he was so hot. Jess estimated she had about three more sentences left in this conversation before she just shoved her entire foot into her mouth somehow. All those years of training and never once a class on what to do if your commanding officer is super hot and you’re awkward as fuck.

“So the thing is,” he said, endearingly serious, “I mean, you know. She’s really. Inexperienced at some stuff. And she’s. I’m. I mean, I’m old, Jess. I’m really– I’m good with the universal human stuff but I don’t remember being twenty and I was never a girl so there’s a bunch of stuff I just don’t know about. And, I mean. I’m the last person who should be giving anybody advice, you know? I’m such a disaster.” He was apparently still serious. Jessika stared at him in disbelief.

He took it wrong, and looked unhappy, and Jess cringed inwardly and thought, again, about bravery– she could face near-certain death, a 60% attrition rate of her squadron, but not a hard conversation?– and said, “I don’t think anybody really believes you’re a disaster.”

“That’s kind of you to say,” he said. “But my point is just– I’m glad she has someone to talk to. You know?”

“Well,” Jess said, “so am I.” She made herself go on. “I’m not exactly swimming in friends my age here either.” She was the youngest pilot by a solid five years.

Dameron nodded. “I did know that,” he said. He put his hand on her arm. “You’ve been doing a great job. When I was your age I was surrounded by baby officers just like me who were at exactly the same point of being new at stuff and fucking things up, and I just blended right in, and here you’re all on your own and it puts you under a microscope. It’s hard to keep perspective in such a weird situation and I just want you to know you’ve been doing great. You’re constantly getting compared to much more experienced pilots and you’re holding your own anyway.”

Jess later would have no memory of how the conversation ended; she pretty much floated away on a little cloud of totally-overwhelmed amazement.