Despite crying, there was also writing! (The crying was not related to the writing. The crying is just how I
don’t cope with school.) So I am mildly relieved that I got this much written, even though it’s well beneath my daily word count for the non-school period.
We’re still hacking away at the breakout scenes, though I think this is probably the last of them for…well, for at least one scene. After this one finishes I’m going to do something with the Wake!trio, who I haven’t written in like twenty thousand words or something ridiculous like that. (Actually, well over 20K, since I think all the Ouroboros 3 stuff was written in between the last Padme scene and now.)
I am still vaguely hopeful I will get another chapter out before Monday, but there’s only like a 10% it will actually happen, since even without the fact I’m still writing scenes, Gambit 21 will probably require massive restructuring and rewrites before it can go live.
T’ra Saa reached forward with long brown fingers and laid her hand along his cheek. “None of this was your doing, Obi-Wan,” she said. “Don’t blame yourself for the Jedi Council’s mistakes.”
Kenobi, who was probably about the same age as Master Vos and Master Unduli, suddenly looked very young. “Why?” he said quietly. “Master, what did I do that was so wrong that Yoda would want to do that to me?”
“You did nothing wrong, Obi-Wan,” Master Saa said. “Yoda is old, very old. He is almost as old as the Republic itself, and he trained with those Jedi that lived through the New Sith Wars – those few that survived the wars. Too many Jedi did not, in one way or another.”
Title: Hell Yeah
Summary: Tony Stark showed up in Steve Rogers’ hospital room with a get-well bouquet and an ulterior motive.
When Tony Stark met Sam Wilson for the first time, he offered his hand, shook firmly, and said, “So that was you.”
"On the carriers? Yeah man, kind of hard to miss," Sam replied.
"Not what I meant," Tony said, beaming wide and pleased. Sam had heard about his infamous charisma; you hear about how certain people just switch it on. He’d have been more awed by it if he hadn’t spent the last few days with Steve Rogers, but it was still impressive. Having all that Stark focused on him was amazing and a little disconcerting.
A village near Harborough that doesn’t actually exist has been given ancient monument status by the Government.
But it isn’t a ridiculous mistake – the long-abandoned “lost” village of Little Oxendon, which lies between Great Oxendon and Market Harborough Golf Club, was selected because of its buried remains.
Archaeologists believe that we can learn a lot about our past by studying lost villages like Little Oxendon, which are, effectively, frozen in time.
English Heritage said Little Oxendon was chosen for protection because of the exceptional survival of its earthworks and buried remains.
Sarah Gibson, English Heritage designation team leader for the east explained: “Abandoned villages are repositories of information about the past.” Read more.
The reason I write AUs is because some aspects of canon piss me off too much for me to be even remotely rational about their existence.
I Have No Plot But I Know Which Groceries These Characters Would Buy: A Tale of Misplaced Priorities
THE STORY OF MY ENTIRE LIFE.
#i’ve had a lot of ruminations over the years #about what it means #to want to tell the stories that fill in the cracks of other stories #how can i hate doing things like plot and character creation #so damn much #but be SO VERY INTO #writing about stories and worlds #i’ve been able to inhabit #part of it of course #is you get a built-in community of feedbackers #no one cares about your novel characters #everyone cares about hermione granger #etc #maybe let’s call it #collaborative creation #or something??