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It really seriously bothers me when I see posts referring to “Princess Leia” and then people reblog them to say “GENERAL****” as though this is an important correction. As though Leia’s identity as a princess is either somehow inherently bad or is in anyway inferior to her position as a general. I don’t think people understand that Leia had MORE POWER as a princess than she does as a general. First of all, Leia as a princess was never some damsel in distress, sitting pretty, waiting for her Prince Charming type of situation. As Princess of Alderaan, Leia was had the advantage of extensive cultural and diplomatic training and used her position and connections and political savvy to become a Senator and therefore a SPY, looking out for the interests not only of her Alderaanian subjects but also of the entire galaxy. Her title of Princess is crucial in regards to her character, even now just reading the new CANON comics, insofar as Alderaan is an integral aspect of who she is–not only an Alderaanian, but the person who felt RESPONSIBLE for the safety of the planet. Then after her home planet was obliterated right before her eyes, she continued on to use her knowledge and skills and political leverage–none of which she would have had if she hadn’t been adopted into a royal house–to aid the rebellion, and her title as “princess” allowed her to become a symbol of resistance and rebellion against tyranny across the entire galaxy. She was a SPY PRINCESS, A WARRIOR PRINCESS, A POLITICAL PRINCESS, and every other kind of princess you could imagine. Leia as a princess is badass, and not something to be snidely dismissed with ignorant assertions that being a general is better and more “feminist” just because it’s a title traditionally held by men. In reality, the situation is entirely the reverse. Leia has no authority as a General other than over her own troops in a resistance that’s not even fully supported by the government that Leia herself helped to establish AS A PRINCESS. The New Republic didn’t take Leia’s warnings about the First Order seriously and LOOK WHERE THAT LANDED THEM. And the sway and renown that is still shown to Leia in the new canon is STILL linked to her royal status, not just because she was a princess but because of what she DID as a princess. That’s why we get the line “well to me she’s royalty.” Disney slapped the title of General on Leia hoping that fans would rally to this feminist progress while at the same time propagating the idea that she couldn’t possibly have been a present mother or wife while also succeeding in a political career, ignoring her OT character arc, destroying her family for no other reason than to create Kylo Ren, and undermined her credibility in the new system. I don’t see any feminism in those regressions. Does Leia deserve to be a general? Yes, of course. But can we please stop acting like this is some kind of upgrade? Being a Princess was central to Leia’s character, and NEVER was this fact in any way a disadvantage to her. She was both graceful and polished and vulnerable and strong and determined and lethal. She was the “strong female character” that girls could look up to, and I personally see nothing to turn your nose up about fierce, intelligent, brave PRINCESS Leia Organa.

The signs as the Barbie movies

Capricorn: Nutcracker
Aquarius: Repunzel
Pisces: Magic of Pegasus
Aires: Barbie Island Princess
Taurus: Barbie in the the 12 Dancing Princesses
Gemini: Princess and the Pauper
Cancer: Barbie: The Pearl Princess
Leo: Barbie: Spy Squad
Virgo: Swan Lake
Libra: Barbie and her Sisters in A Pony Tale
Scorpio: The Princes & the Popstar
Sagittarius: Barbie in A Mermaid Tale 2

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Noor Inayat Khan served as a radio operator and spy for Great Britain during the Second World War. 

Born to an Indian father and American mother in Moscow, the family moved from London to Paris when Noor was six. When Paris fell to the Nazis in 1940, Noor returned to London to serve on the Women’s Auxiliary Air Force and was recruited into the elite Special Operatives Executive. 

Living in France while working for SOE, Khan was arrested and tortured by the Gestapo. Soon afterwards she was executed by a firing squad in the Nazi concentration camp, Dachau. It is said that her last word on September 13. 1944 was ‘liberté’.

The bronze bust commemorating Khan’s bravery and accomplishment was inaugurated November 8, 2012 in Gordon Square, London by Princess Anne. As Britain’s only British Muslim war heroine, the statue of Khan also commemorates the only stand-alone memorial to an Asian woman in the United Kingdom.

 A truly remarkable and inspring woman. 

Things I love about the original Star Wars trilogy:

  • I love the beginning. I love that first moment of anticipation in the blue letters of “A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…” I love the explosion of music and excitement and adrenaline as the opening crawl begins, the immediate sensation that you have flown headfirst into something incredible. I love reading that Princess Leia races home aboard her starship, custodian of the stolen plans that can save her people and restore freedom to the galaxy and that it is a dark time for the rebellion and that Luke Skywalker has returned to his home planet of Tatooine in an attempt to rescue his friend Han Solo from the clutches of the vile gangster Jabba the Hutt

  • I love Luke’s journey. I love how at first glance he’s just an ordinary farm boy who dreams of a bigger destiny but who has to help his aunt and uncle, stuck on a barren planet he fears he’ll never get off of. I love his pain and his devastation when he loses his home even though he always wanted to leave it. I love how he gets caught up in a whirlwind adventure because of the arrival of two droids. I love how he’s brave and true and loyal. I love that a simple farm boy becomes a hero, that he rescues Leia and destroys the Death Star and joins the rebellion. I love how he’d do anything to help his friends, how he leaves Dagobah to save Han and Leia and how he goes to get Han from Tatooine. I love how he always idolized his father, how his jedi training was centered around the desire to follow in Anakin Skywalker’s footsteps, and I love his conflict when he learns the truth. I love that he won’t kill Vader even knowing the evil he’s committed and his determination to save the man he once was. I love that the greater destiny he always wanted comes to a fork in the road, and that he stands at the precipice of two fates: is he doomed by the legacy of his blood, or can he forge his own path? I love that he strays to the very edge of the Dark side, and I love that Luke Skywalker does not fall. I love when he says, “I am a jedi, like my father before me.” I love that the Light in him prevails.

  • I love Leia. I love that she’s a princess AND and a spy AND a rebel soldier. I love her cinnamon bun hair. I love that she stands toe to toe with the most feared man in the galaxy and doesn’t cower. I love that she’s so strong that she can withstand Vader’s torture and that she takes control of her own rescue. I love how she can shoot a blaster and command troops and fly the Falcon. I love that she doesn’t even abandon her post on Hoth when the Empire is on their doorstep and the command center is under fire and she’s supposed to already be on her transport. I love that she’s dedicated to bringing peace to the galaxy. I love that even though she seems tough as nails, she still feels and hurts and fears and cries and that her strength doesn’t come at the price of her humanity. I love that she doesn’t ever stop fighting–not when her ship is captured, not when she’s taken prisoner, not when her planet is destroyed, not when the man she loves is taken, and not when she’s shot on the battlefield. I love that she’s Luke’s sister. I love that it’s her message that brings him into the story. I love that brother and sister separated at birth are drawn together by destiny, and I love that she’s just as nuanced as he is, that their paths and experiences are balanced–that he must cope with the knowledge that the father he idolized is a monster, while she must deal with the revelation that the monster she hated is her father. I love that she is an Organa and a Skywalker. I love when she learns who she is. I love that she has the Force. I love, “That boy is our last hope.” “No, there is another.” I love, “You’re wrong, Leia. You have that power, too.

  • I love that Han is just a smuggler and a rogue who wants nothing to do with the rebellion or the Force or the fight for the galaxy, but he takes a job transporting passengers to Alderaan and gets swept up in the whole mess. I love how he’s not the selfless mercenary that he seems to be. I love how he claims to care about only money, but then he turns around to help the rebels at Yavin. I love that he has a conscience. I love that he can’t help but get attached to the dumb kid he picked up in Mos Eisley and the haughty princess who insulted him the second they met. I love that he volunteers to go out into the freezing conditions on Hoth without a second thought because his friend’s out in it. I love that he gets his clearance to leave but he won’t get out of danger when he knows that stubborn, crazy Leia isn’t safe yet. I love how he’s so smart and daring and can fly through an asteroid field and that he escapes from the Empire by hiding on a Star Destroyer right under the enemy’s nose and drifting off with the trash. I love, “Never tell me the odds.” I love that he doesn’t even think of himself when he’s about to be frozen in carbonite. I love how that smuggler that “ain’t in it for your revolution” becomes a general in the rebellion who would sacrifice his life for his friends. I love that Han doesn’t have the Force. I love that he’s just a regular person with an enormous heart that he pretends not to have who gets through thanks to his cunning and his stubbornness and his courage. I love that he’s a good man.

  • I love that a princess and a scoundrel find true love. I love the way they bicker and fight and drive each other crazy. I love how Han calls Leia ridiculous names like “Your Worship” and “Your Highnessness” and I love how Leia gives it right back to him. I love that neither of them are willing to admit how they feel. I love that they’re both afraid. I love the angst because Han has to leave and Leia doesn’t want to give her heart away to a man who’s going to take off, and I love that Han doesn’t want her to get hurt because of him and the bounty on his head. I love “Do you think a princess and a guy like me…?” I love when they finally kiss on the Millennium Falcon. I love that Han would do anything to protect her. I love that he tells Chewie to take care of her when he knows he’s probably going to die. I love their desperate embrace in front of Vader and Boba Fett and all the stormtroopers. I love that Leia leaves the rebel alliance to go rescue him. I love that Han was willing to step aside for her to be with Luke when he thinks that would make her happy. I love that they’re equals–that they’re both strong and smart and independent. I love that they have each other’s backs in battle. I love that they bring out the best in each other. I love “I love you.” “I know.

  • I love that the Millennium Falcon is the fastest ship in the galaxy. I love how much Han loves it. I love that there’s always something wrong with it and that Han and Chewie are always having to repair something. I love when Luke calls it a piece of junk and I love that Leia is always insulting it and I love that it becomes a part of them just like it’s a part of Han and because Han becomes a part of them. I love when it jumps to lightspeed. I love the cockpit and when they’re all in it. I love the gun turrets and the holochess table and the smuggling compartments and the circuitry bay. I love the blue light of the hyperdrive. I love what the Millennium Falcon represents.

  • I love the medal ceremony on Yavin. I love Luke’s yellow jacket and Han’s confident swagger and the look on Leia’s face when they march down the aisle. I love the music and the feeling of triumph. I love that Threepio and Artoo are there and that our sassy not-so-damsel-in-distress princess is rewarding the farm boy and the smuggler and the Wookiee for their bravery and their victory. I love how all of our heroes are together and how it cements the bond that has been forged between all of them. I love this ending to our first chapter.

  • I love the rebels and their hidden bases and their ragtag fighters. I love Rogue Squadron. I love the call signs. I love X-wings and space battles. I love watching them take down AT-ATs and AT-STs and TIE fighters and Death Stars. I love that the underdogs win. I love the look on Leia’s face when they hear Han and Chewie come back to cover Luke so he can destroy the first Death Star and I love General Rieekan shaking Han’s hand and the corridors of Echo Base and I love Admiral Ackbar saying “It’s a trap!” and that Mon Mothma is the leader of it all.

  • I love Dagobah. I love Luke training with Yoda. I love watching him learn to use the Force. I love seeing his vision in the cave, and the foreshadowing that his face in Vader’s helmet represents–that not only is Vader his father, but that this is what Luke will become if he falls to the Dark Side, as well. I love when Yoda lifts the x-wing out of the swamp. I love “Wars do not make one great” and “Do or do not. There is no try” and “Luminous beings are we.” I love that there’s mist and snakes everywhere. I love Yoda making Luke run around with him on his back. I love levitating Artoo and rocks and one-handed handstands. I love when Luke goes back in Episode VI and learns that he’s done with his training but that he must defeat Vader; confirms that Vader is his father then learns that Leia is his sister. I love how much he’s changed between when he first crash lands in the mud and when he leaves there for the last time. I love the mantle of responsibility that he must take upon his shoulders.

  • I love how Lando was in a tough position and tries to redeem himself by rescuing Han from Jabba’s. I love how Chewie is referred to as “The Mighty Chewbacca.” I love that tiny little Leia is disguised as the bounty hunter who theoretically took the enormous Wookiee down. I love “Someone who loves you,” and how Han reacts to the sound of her voice. I love Chewie running to hug Han in their cell. I love “Together again, huh?” “Wouldn’t miss it.” “How are we doing?” “Same as always.” “That bad, huh?” I love that Leia frees herself and strangles the vile scum who forced her into that degrading outfit and chained her to his throne like an animal or a decoration. I love seeing Luke’s green lightsaber in action for the first time. I love “Don’t forget the droids.” I love the relief.

  • I love the scene in the trash compactor and how all of them keep yelling at each other. I love when Han keeps shouting at Leia to get on top of it. I love when Threepio thinks they’re dying. I love that Han and Leia hug.

  • I love when Leia hears Luke call to her through the Force. I love when she makes Chewie turn the Falcon around to go get him. I love the ending of ESB, and how even in the wake of such turmoil–Han frozen and taken by Boba Fett and Luke losing his hand and his lightsaber and learning that Vader is his father and Leia losing the man she loves–it still leaves you with hope and determination. I love when Luke and Leia watch Lando and Chewie fly off in the Falcon. I love Lando promising her that they’d find Han. I love the final image of the rebel fleet and the crescendo of music and those final chills before the credits roll.

  • I love that the Emperor underestimates love. I love the battle between Luke and Darth Vader. I love that the moment Vader says, “So, you have a twin sister? … If you will not turn to the Dark Side, perhaps she will,” is the moment when Luke unleashes his fury. I love when Luke refuses to kill his father. I love when Vader refuses to let his son die. I love that Luke refused to give up on Anakin, and I love that Anakin Skywalker’s two final requests are to look upon his son with his own eyes and for his daughter to be told that Luke had been right about their father all along–that even after everything he’d done, there had still been good in him. I love that Leia can sense Luke’s survival. I love that Luke build’s his father a funeral pyre. I love the Skywalker legacy.

  • And I love the end. I love the final scene of the trilogy. I love where it leaves us. I love that our heroes have survived. I love that they bled and fought and sacrificed and cried and feared and hoped and that they come through it all. I love that they win despite the odds. I love that even though the war was long and hard and that all that evil and injustice seemed impossible to ever defeat, they do it. I love Luke and Leia hugging–brother and sister who loved each other even before they knew the truth, who’d been brought back together by fate and who together were the hope for the galaxy. I love that they found each other. I love when Han and Luke embrace like brothers, and the look of understanding as they grip arms and look into each other’s faces. I love their friendship–that what started as hiring a pilot in a seedy cantina has become this absolute, binding trust. I love the tenderness on Han’s face as he holds Leia to his chest, and the happiness and devotion on hers as she closes her eyes and smiles. I love that their love endured every conflict. I love that all three of them all got tossed together against their will and found belonging in each other. I love that last shot. I love Luke and Leia and Han and Chewie and Lando and Threepio and Artoo all together, smiling and victorious. I love that they’re family. I love that the story is one where hope can pay off. Where good can overcome evil. Where somewhere in a galaxy far, far away, a band of misfits–planetless princesses and smugglers with Wookiee first mates and starry-eyed youths from the middle of nowhere–can fight against adversity and win. I love the feeling in my chest that last second on Endor, knowing that those characters and what they believed in prevailed. I love Star Wars.
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I see all the things about Tony and Sharon Carter being raised as cousins and I think that’s super cool? But like Tony is also in his late forties and Emily Van Camp, at least, is thirty, so I would assume Sharon is around that age too. That’s more than a decade and a half age difference. They were unlikely to have cutesy camping trips and sleepovers on Peggy’s living room floor together. Hell, Tony’s parents would have been dead by the time Sharon was a toddler.

Give me a Peggy who was trying to support Tony in ways Obadiah never would, kept dragging her godson home, where the baby so often was. Give me Tony awkwardly holding this kid when, frankly, he doesn’t know which way is up some days.

Give me Tony building five year old Sharon a treehouse better than all of her fairy princess spy master dreams combined one afternoon.

Give me Tony who sneaks in the back to watch her school play.

Give me Sharon being a preteen and not understanding why Tony and her parents are having such tense conversations about Aunt Peggy all the time and running to Tony to reassure her after. He tries, but he’s not good at it and there isn’t much reassurance to offer.

Give me Tony who’s really more like an uncle than a cousin, he maybe has his AI stretch his legs by running background checks on the people Sharon wants to date. He’s the one who gives her the be safe talk because she should do better than him.

Give me Sharon who hates seeing Tony in the news the way he is, because she’s looked up to the guy and it’s a harsh reality to see what he’s like, what he does, when he’s not with her and Aunt Peggy.

Give me Tony who’s proud but not a buddy, not for a long time, maybe not ever, because there is a big fucking gap there. But they don’t have to go camping on school holidays and both get read bedtime stories together to have an interesting and valuable relationship as cousins. Frankly, I think the age difference adds an interesting complexity to their potential cousin relationship.

Submission: Agent Peggy and the Case of the Bestest Friends

Peggy was playing with her doll friend Sally. Thomas let her sometimes when he was busy with something else. And apparently he was.

“Let it go!” Angie shouted at him.

“No! I wanna play with it!”

“I had it first!”

“But action figures are for boys!”

And Peggy watched with widened eyes as Angie’s fist flew through the air and hit Thomas’s nose forcefully. Thomas fell backwards, nose beginning to bleed. He began to shout for Mr. Washington.

He didn’t cry, Peggy noticed, which was strange because she knew she would be crying. Now that she thought about it, she had never seen Thomas cry. She guessed Thomas didn’t like to cry.

Good. She would add that to her secret spy notebook. She took it out, and drew a picture of Thomas. Next to it she drew a picture of a tear drop with an X through it.

“Whatcha drawin’, Peg?” John asked, coming up behind her.

“Nuffin’!” she said, quickly closing her secret spy notebook. John shrugged and sat down next to her.

“I think Angelica is getting in trouble,” he informed her. Peggy looked up to survey the room. (She learned the word “survey” from Hercules, and she liked it a lot; it sounded like a spy word.) She saw that Mr. Washington was talking to Angelica sternly. She was standing with her arms folded, a pout on her face.

“He started it!” Peggy heard her say.

She surveyed some more, and saw that Thomas was sitting next to James, who was holding a box of tissues. Thomas had one held up to his nose, and his head tipped back.

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YA Series That Need Their Own Netflix Shows

The amazing thing about a book series is that you don’t need to leave that world when you finish the first book. There’s no book hangover (unless you’re waiting for the release of the next book in the series, *cough* Everlife *cough*), and you can let the real world slip away as you read book after book. Sounds a bit like binge-watching Netflix, right? We all know some movies are based on books, but we think that Netflix should make room for our favourite YA series to shine!  

 

Everlife Series by Gena Showalter

Netflix is known for taking risks and churning out the plot twists, which is why we think the Everlife series needs its own show right now! In the Everlife world, life doesn’t end with death—it just begins again. It’s an amazing conception of a tangible life after death with a tough leading lady, to boot. Ten Lockwood is a kickass heroine who takes it on herself to help others in need, no matter the cost. Almost like Clark from The 100 in that way, but less annoying.

 

Talon Series by Julie Kagawa

Hidden in plain sight as humans, the characters in the Talon series are more nuanced than your average dragon. They have been in conflict for centuries with the human warriors who have sworn to slay them and are not giving up the fight anytime soon. But not everything is as it seems in this world, and this series has a mind-blowing conspiracy that would come to life on the small screen. Fans learned some of the secrets in April, with the release of Legion, adding legions of fans for this potential TV hit.

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A rare photo of Noor Inayat Khan,an Allied SOE agent during the Second World War who spied for Britain in Nazi-Occupied France.

She was killed in 1944 in Dachau concentration camp, Germany and posthumously awarded the George Cross, the highest civilian decoration in the United Kingdom and other Commonwealth nations.

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Friend if you're still taking requests I have a crack ship for you.... :D KoalaVivi and Lifting someone up and spinning them around.

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Koala used to know a girl with sunlight on her skin and the desert wind always running hot fingers through her hair. They were partners, momentarily; seconds, in the grand scheme of Alabasta’s rebellion, but Vivi was kind and strong and always so angry that the people she cared for felt the need to rebel, that the country wasn’t what she wanted it to be, and Koala knew enough about broken delusions to be kind.

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