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bookishbrigitta · 3 hours
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The stars aligned, I woke up with a fic idea and then wrote the fluffy, 1000-word one-shot on my break. On the one day in AO3 is down for maintenance.
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bookishbrigitta · 18 hours
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The sequels do a lot of things wrong, but one thing I can get behind is Han and Leia being divorced. They were constantly arguing through the whole original trilogy, it fits the vibe. "I hate that I love you" is kinda their thing
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bookishbrigitta · 1 day
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Seeing as the Protestant Reformation ended up doing far more harm than good in the long term, let's not put the Jedi through that and say they didn't.
Life is short, and we do not have much time to gladden the hearts of those who travel with us along the way. So be swift to love, make haste to be kind, and may our God of compassion be with you today and remain with you forever.
--Common Anglican benediction inspired by the words of Henri-Frédéric Amiel
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bookishbrigitta · 1 day
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Doing a WIP Wednesday to try to shame motivate myself into working on my WIPS...
“Luke, I know this is big news,” Beru said patiently. “We understand if you’re not exactly excited, but you can’t just run–”
“I am excited! When is the med center bringing it?” he said eagerly.
“The med center?” said Owen.
“Yeah, where babies come from.” He was very matter-of-fact.
“Babies don’t come from the med center.”
“Yes, they do!” Luke insisted. “You said when I was a baby, I needed a home because Mom and Dad’s bodies stopped working, so the med center brought me to you.”
“Oh Luke, sweetheart, most of the time, babies don’t come that way,” Beru said, crouching down to his level and holding one of his shoulders. “You were – are very special. Lots of families don’t get the chance to be blessed with a baby the way we were with you.”
“Where are you getting the new baby from, then?”
“Some people – mostly girls, but not always – have a special place next to their stomachs where the baby can grow,” she explained. “It’s called a uterus. And then – after 40 standard weeks, give or take – when the baby is big and strong enough, it leaves the uterus and comes outside.
Luke considered this fact. “So you have a you-ter-us, Auntie Boo?” 
Her heart nearly burst at how studiously Luke sounded out the new word while falling back on his babyhood nickname for her in his excitement.
“Yes, I do.”
“Neat!”
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bookishbrigitta · 1 day
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ugh i'm so normal about them
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bookishbrigitta · 1 day
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Bail Organa is actually the greenest flag in all of Star Wars. He believes in the Republic and after it fell he founded a rebellion. He's married and took he wifes last name. He raised the daughter of his best friend as his own. On that note, his best friend is a woman in politics. He supported the Jedi during the Republic and the Empire. He probably wears Sweaters Breha bought him to Senate Meetings. I love him sm.
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bookishbrigitta · 1 day
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I'm sorry, but we just don't get enough blatant, capital-R Reformation for the Jedi. The premise of "being weirdly strict and hypocritical is really the bigger sin" and "actually, priests should be allowed to marry" is already right there.
Like, give me some Martin Luke-r. You're already rebuilding the order. I'm sure the schools on Tatooine sucked, but Leia and Han would absolutely help you write 95 reasons the Jedi messed up.
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bookishbrigitta · 2 days
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Sometimes adulting looks like microwaving a tortilla to go with chicken soup because you wanted toast but knew your hypervigilance/trauma response couldn't handle the noise the toaster makes today. But you remembered to feed yourself before you got headachey, which is a WIN.
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bookishbrigitta · 3 days
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What did Bail really mean when he said, “My wife and I will take the girl. We've always talked of adopting a baby girl. She will be loved with us.”
AKA I find it hard to believe Bail Organa would just be like "Whelp, we only want a baby girl, see you later!" I also find it hard to believe Luke and Leia were just totally fine as babies following an emergency, preterm, trauma-induced birth with no discernible prenatal care, and a history of extreme maternal stress.
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bookishbrigitta · 3 days
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I have another plot bunny (Wookiee?), and Chewbacca needs a daughter. I can't figure out which ending sounds the best. The humans will call her Kirla most of the time.
You're my only hope
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bookishbrigitta · 6 days
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Somehow, the list of things going right didn't outweigh the list of things going wrong.
A lil baby ficlet from the perspective of Padme Amidala (my first time writing her!). Plus a lil touch of real life history!
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bookishbrigitta · 7 days
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I want a dub of the Original Trilogy where all of Jabba's lines are just the male part from Bitch Better Have My Money.
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bookishbrigitta · 7 days
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Welcome to my unhinged Star Wars WIPs and headcanons focusing on women and women's issues! 🙃
Here's a snip from a WIP/scenario that grew out of hand. Shortly after ANH.
This was not how Luke Skywalker had planned to see his first in-person breast.
In the supply closet Luke had opened, a green-skinned Twi’lek woman sat on a folding chair, one breast out and the other attached to what appeared to be some kind of mini-vaporator. 
Luke froze – though, to his credit, he froze with his eyes downcast. This was not what he’d been sent to fetch.
“Why are you here?!” the woman screeched. She reached behind her back for her jacket and threw it over her front to cover herself. 
“I, uh, I’m looking for wing foil grease…”
“This is the lactation closet!”
“Sorry, um–”
“Get out!”
He fumbled for the door handle and stumbled back into the corridor.
Kriff, kriff, kriff! There you go, Wormie. Kriffing things up as usual.
A few paces from the door, he leaned against the wall with his head back and eyes shut, trying to control with rapid breath and shaking knees.
Why did you just stand there like a sleemo? How did you pick the wrong supply closet? Everyone’s going to know. There’s no way they’ll let you stay in the Alliance.
Losing the battle with his jelly legs, Luke slid to the floor.
I’m going to get kicked out of the Alliance! I’m going to get kicked out and end up back on Tatooine, homeless and alone, living in a speeder by the Judland Wastes. They should just blast me with the ion cannon now and get it over with.
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bookishbrigitta · 7 days
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happy it's spring, sir!
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bookishbrigitta · 8 days
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WIP Wednesday
Luke gaped at his uncle. “You’re letting them sleep in the same room?”
Han had to suppress a laugh. He wasn’t sure what was funnier: Luke’s childish expression or Luke’s lack of realization that he’d be in the same room, snoring inches from their faces and killing any potential mood, or the underlying assumption that separate bedrooms were some kind of bulwark against sin. There was always the fresher. Or the cockpit. Or the galley, or the gun turret, or the Dejarik table.
He felt a petite foot kick him under the table and realized he’d nearly missed Owen’s response, lost in a daydream about the Dejarik table and his favorite treat draped over it.
“Three’s a crowd, anyway, and I’m not paying to keep the power on in the living room if I don’t have to,” Owen said gruffly.
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