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Epilogue: Applet (You)
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Slashiversary - Broken Images
Somehow I've gotten old. Me, my Mutuals, my First Fandom — all of us — are OLD. How old? Old enough that when one of us dies, nobody says "oh <sniff> too young to go" . . . and, I mean, even our friends have come to expect our demise.
But... but once upon a time, there was Space - a frontier of the imagination. And there were women brave enough to say 'I love the Love I see in these two Icons of normative culture. Their eyes, their smiles, their words and shared adventures, their touch means much more than what they show'. So much more than our puritanical society would allow be discussed in polite company.
Today some of these women would be called BNFs. At Conventions they were FGOH (fan guest of honor) if they spoke or sat on a panel. But mostly, you would find them in the Dealer's Room selling their latest zine that they had hocked their house to have printed, in hopes of recouping the money they'd borrowed while offering their souls to the public.
These written works of imagination, these fanzines, these fan novels were meticulously put together. The novels were conceived, outlined, written and underwent a first edit. [Yes. A real edit. That harsh, tearful, nail-biting, sometimes friendship-ending, hair-whitening process summed up in the four letter word - EDIT.] All before Art was commissioned or requested or begged from the BNF Artists of the day, specifically for the story. Deadlines were given, hair was pulled, teeth were gnashed, pages were typed, retyped, edited, typed again, laid out, retyped because the page numbers were suddenly off, finally edited one last time - THEN Beta'd all while keeping up with a mundane job and the laundry, the hubby, the kids, dogs, and the PTA. Printers were contacted through the process, layouts were chosen, bindings, colors, fonts, and pricing agreed upon. Then... THEN the farm was mortgaged to pay for whole thing.
These writers and artists would rather die than publish a work that was anything but their absolute best. And... it shows.
I've blogged before about this being the 40th Anniversary of Mary Ann Drach's — writing under her pen-name 'Beverly Sutherland' — Broken Images* but there is more to be said. [*Broken Images is listed under archivist Caitlyn Collins name on AO3 K/S Archive].
Mary Ann was an Award Winning writer of fanfiction. She was amazing. (A superlative used far too frequently, I know, but in this instance it is totally true.) She was kind, and generous, funny, and so very, very talented. I had the opportunity to meet her at Space Trek in 1983 - the year her master work was published. She was all those things I described, and more. She was a real woman living a real life, working a job that she sometimes liked and sometimes not. She had friends and family and fans. She sang and went to Cons, and talked story, and was an ordinary gal to the Mundanes that passed her on the street. She was us. She passed away in 2014.
Before she left us to sing in the Choir Invisible, she had her works housed on the beloved K/S Archive. The KSA holds many, many classic print-zine works written by the Women of Slash Fandom. The Mothers of Slash, if you will. [Yeah, don't twist those knickers - there were a few men, too.] But by far, the Standard Bearers were Women: friends, lovers, girlfriends, wives, Aunties, Mommas, and Nanas.
In January, the KSA was moved, through Open Doors project to a permanent home on AO3. Check out the Archive. Read the classic works that built a fandom into a Fandom that snowballed into the multi billion dollar business we call FANDOM.
The Classics are always worth the time. Even if they seem... ya know, a little dated. They are our history. Read them now - while it's still possible to talk to the Fen who laid the foundation for the generations that followed. Some of them are still around... writing... talking story and smut and stuff. They're here - for a while longer.
From: http://web.archive.org/web/20050405210457/http://www.intothesea.com/MyLittlePony/PonyPaperDoll/NurseryPonyPaperDoll.htm
Broken Images (Separatist Sympathizer AU)
This was the blurb page I typed up for the Separatist AU on my new RP blog because for some reason, despite never having played it, this is my new favorite AU. I thought I might as well post it here.
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Verse Type: Star Wars AU (What If/ Alternate Timeline)
Time Range: anywhere from 26 BBY on, although from the beginning of the Clone Wars on (22 BBY and later) is main/preferred.
Character Age: 14+ (18-21 typical)
Setting & Character Overview:
In 27 BBY, after years of struggling within the Temple to fully master Jedi teachings, Etain turned 13. As no Knight or Master had expressed an interest in taking her as a Padawan, she was brought before the Council of Reassignment, a Jedi committee responsible for overseeing the Service Corps and deciding which apprentices were unsuitable for continuing training as Jedi.
In her main timeline, Etain was “rescued” by a timely intervention by Kast Fulier. However, in this verse, no such intervention came. Despite all her pleas and desperation, Etain was ordered to leave the Jedi Temple, the only home she had ever known, and report for a shuttle headed to a remote AgriCorps worksite on a Mid Rim planet facing starvation following a brutal civil war.
While technically such an assignment was "voluntary", Etain was not allowed to appeal the Council's decision, or even to request a transfer to the more palatable Exploration Corps. The only other option, only passingly eluded to by the Jedi Master in charge of her particular case, was to leave the Order and become a fully independent civilian. Seeing that as an unrealistic choice, Etain boarded the shuttle.
However, very shortly after her arrival at the AgriCorps worksite, open conflict between the weakened and divided planetary representatives and a more powerful intrasystem neighbor broke out. The Jedi encampment, consisting at the time of a single elderly master and a few new AgriCorps recruits, was immediately targeted. In the aftermath, Etain was presumed dead.
In reality, Etain was badly injured and was taken off-planet in the confusion by the invading force. Eventually she escaped into the Outer Rim. With her faith in the Jedi Order and the Force shaken, she made no attempt to return to her former home, instead resorting to increasingly desperate measures to survive in the Outer Rim.
By the outbreak of the Clone Wars in 22 BY, Etain has become a drifter moving from port world to port world in the Outer Rim in search of work. Her experiences of life in the galaxy far from the Coruscanti power nexus, her view of the clone army as an act of slavery, and her lingering resentment of the Reassignment Council has lead her to become a Separatist sympathizer. This, combined with a sharp need for credits, has lead her to do very minor, non-combative work for grassroots Separatist movements on various planets.
However, thus far Etain has resisted any effort to recruit her into the formal Separatist movement. She largely credits this to a mix of pragmatism and suspicion. Armed conflict in a rebellion involves heavy risk for little pay, and for all her criticism of the Coruscanti Senate, the involvement of Trade Federation and other extremely corporate interests in Separatist leadership makes her weary of the movement beyond individual planetary levels.
More than that, however, Etain is still at heart a woman raised with the Jedi Temple. While she has burned with her own cynicism, she still yearns to meet the more idealistic ideals of her youth. She isn't entirely sure it's just to take up weapons against the clones who have no choice in which battles they fight.
Additionally, as young Jedi close to her age have entered the field as Jedi Commanders and Generals, some part of her has still been afraid that if she were enter into the conflict directly, she might end up wearing the blood of a former childhood friend.
Nevertheless, if asked, Etain would deny both of these things.
In the mean time, Etain's focus is currently mostly on survival. She operates most heavily in neutral and Separatist leaning spaces in the Mid and Outer Rim, taking whatever jobs she can get with the skills she's developed in order to keep herself fed. She seldom stays in one place for long, trading work for passage to new worlds when she can.
I thought maybe it was just me having issues with images loading here for a while, but I just checked the mobile app and saw the same thing is happening there. So I’m guessing that Tumblr is having major hiccups right now?
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🔶 Family reunion in No Follow 「game」 :: File #000017, a browser 「game」 on Neocities about the internet of yore & w/e else.
Cord: Hey, KB! Look who we found! KB: If the short ↓ thing isn't here to dance, I don't care. Applet: Not me, silly! Look! Wes: … KB: Ew. Thought I smelled melodrama and sweaty cashmere. Wes: Yep.
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