- St. Augustine
18 year old South African photography student, besotted with the idea of seeing all that the world has to offer. Personal blog to release my inner hippy/fangirl (Game of Thrones | Attack on Titan | Naruto | One Piece | ATLA | Discworld and a ton of other things)
What you will find on this here blog:
hippy | indie | travel | fandom stuffs| music | some of my unsuccessful attempts at being funny | gaming | pretty much anything I find cool
=> Shorter than Corporal Levi and likes making fanmixes
=> Tracked tag: mamasharkjenna
star wars rebel AU
so… Star Wars is one of those things where I love it so much because of the way the story turned out, but at the same time I have a million AUs for how I also wish it could have gone.
I-I just really want one where Anakin doesn’t turn/turns back early and ends up as a leader of the Rebel Alliance (the Jedi Order having still been destroyed), while Padme remains on Coruscant as a senate spy to leak intel to the rebels. of course, they’re separated to the public eye, and end up with one twin each… so ~*~THE SPOILER ~*~ is still a spoiler for Luke, it just happens earlier haha. and I love the potential dynamic of switching the twins around… X)
One weekend, on Fire Island, she had decided she was going to cook for us. She was a simple cook. She liked carrots and peas, for the aesthetics of the colors on the plates. This night she was cooking chicken. Sipping champagne, Marilyn put on an apron and danced into the kitchen. There was a scream. We all ran in. “What—are you all right? Did you cut yourself?”
She pointed accusingly at the counter. Her body trembled. “It looks like a chicken.”
"Darling…" My father walked over to it, looked, and affirmed, "It’s a chicken."
"It looks like a bird, Lee." This in a wail.
"It is a bird. At least I hope so." Pop ignored her hysteria.
"Sit down, Marilyn." My mother ran to her. "Breathe, relax." She demonstrated a long "Aaah."
"Just a second, darling, let her talk. So it’s a bird, and…?" Pop waited.
"And I can’t cook it if it looks like a chicken. The poor thing was alive and they killed it, it had a mother. I can only cook it if it’s cut up in pieces so I won’t recognize it. Is that crazy, Lee?"
"No, darling, it’s just very sensitive."
Mother, who was erratically involved in the vegetarian diets of a man called Gaylord Hauser, Garbo’s diet guru, said, “I can eat anything as long as it doesn’t have eyes to look at me.”
We all chopped the hell out of that chicken till it looked like nothing that had a mother.
After our chopped-up chicken dinner, as we fell asleep, Marilyn mused, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. When I was a girl they had this aviary in one of my foster homes and I’d go in when no one was looking and put out watermelon rinds to feed the flies. There were all these flies that would have starved if I hadn’t, and I’m not even wild about flies. They say it makes you a gentler person if you don’t eat meat. But wasn’t Hitler a vegetarian?…”
- Susan Strasberg, Marilyn and Me