alley_skywalker

alley_skywalker @ 2009-10-21T00:08:00

2009-10-21T07:44:22Z

Food

That just aout summarizes my life, lol

Family, way of life, vacation...

(Considering what marina and Tatiana are wearing this can be listed under "dress" as well)
(NOte: that is NOT a Chritmas tree, that's a New years tree :p)

Art, buildings, vulture icons, family...

Art, buildings, history, (in some cases) religeon

http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/album.php?aid=6160&id=1816936297
http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/album.php?aid=3351&id=1816936297&op=6

Those two are facebook albums. They should be visible to anyone on facebook. Oqi, tell me if you can't see them.
Same goes fr these tow. Note: these are my "tourist" photos:

http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/album.php?aid=3360&id=1816936297
http://www.facebook.com/photos.php?&id=1816936297&s=0&hash=241481d5192db962a7162f554b7f7fdd#/album.php?aid=3356&id=1816936297

The world is messed up...

2009-01-03T10:25:28Z

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it

VOTE NO ON PROP!

2008-10-30T23:57:12Z

It is almost time for Election Day.

As Americans we have the FREEDOM and the RESPONSIBILITY to vote for what we want and believe in.

America has always been a symbol of EQUALITY and LIBERTY.

Now California’s PROPOSITION 8 is threatening the FREEDOM and RIGHTS of certain Californians by proposing to amend the CONSTITUTION of California to define marriage as between one man and one woman.

If you believe in “We hold these truths to be self evident that all men are CREATED EQUAL” and if you believe in TOLORANCE, FREEDOM, EQUALITY, and JUSTICE…

Please vote NO on PROP 8 on November 4!!!!!!!!!!

If you oppose prop 8 go to http://www.noonprop8.com to see how you can get involved and help defeat this abomination.

You can start now by spreading the word and reposting this in your own journal.

VOTE NO ON PROP 8!!!

alley_skywalker @ 2008-01-26T16:46:00

2008-01-27T00:48:58Z

Just something that I HAD to write. I guess it could be considered a War And Peace fanfiction (Dolokhov/Sonya paring). Poetry format you knoee ;)

Sonya…

I have fallen into a cycle never ending

I dare hope you will not tear my world apart

If I had the powers to impress you

I’d use them all to win your heart

Yet in fate’s mirrors I see only my reflection

You are never there by my side

And if only you’d let me bare my soul to you

There would be nothing I would hide

These words of love are not merely hollowed echoes

They are the cries of a soul lost in the dark

Won’t you shine your light on me and save me

My Aphrodite, my Joan of Arch

This may seem the silliest of fixtures

A fool’s game of cat-and-mouse

I know that I do not deserve you

But I cannot control the love that you arouse

Forgive me, my dear Sonya

If in vainly I have troubled your gentle heart

But I simply had to write this letter

For I have loved you from the start

Dolokhov

Fanfic! Please comment :)

2007-12-25T19:13:30Z

Title: Let Dawn Be Our Witness

Author: Alley_Skywalker

Fandom: A Hero Of Our Time

Paring: One-sided Grushnitski/Pechorin (implied), Grushnitski/Mary (alluded to)

Timeframe: Pre-duel night

Rating: PG

Warnings: slash

Summary: Grushnitski is restless the night before his duel with Pechorin and ends up musing about the factors that have brought him to this turning point in his life. Implied slash.

I suppose life has its course. In the end, pride has a price, as does love, honor, naïveté, and softness of character. I have fallen prey to all in a form.

I was naïve enough to trust him, to think him my friend, my equal in honor and honestly. I was naïve to expect him to grow warm to me and in the end give a damn, at least a little. My pride has led me to feel slighted by what I fancied a betrayal. Though, how could he have betrayed me if he never was loyal to begin with, if he never thought me his friend, or more correctly – himself mine. It was, likewise, pride that has led me to act outside the rigid barriers of true honor, to stretch those limits somewhat, so that I may exact my revenge on my betrayer, And yet, it is the honor by which I had for so long built my life that gives me no rest now, as I know what my seconds have planned goes far beyond what I had initially planned for. It is murder in a sense, and as a gentleman I shan’t condone or accept it. They may load the pistols as they wish, but I shall not go forth with their plan if I am not given a chance by fate whereas I may act as to my desire without feeling that, in a farer situation, the odds would have played against me. Behold, as well, that it is the softness of character that is making me give into my seconds. I fear a quarrel with them as I fear dishonor. I was naïve enough to trust him, but then I was blinded by my other feelings toward him. I am not so blinded as to where my companions are concerns and I do not trust them so fully and fear that they may frame and betray me if I do not go along with them. All this is not as much a factor of cowardice as of softness, as I have always despised duels. This is, truly, my first real duel that will come to pass, for better or worse, as quarreling with pistols has not suited my fancy, and nether does it now, if I am to be honest.

As for love…I have the fortune – or should I call it a curse? – to love with every part of my soul. To let myself be led away with it, to fall into its embrace and be lost within its depths. I do not love easily, but when I do… I can not say now if I loved her. Where is that sacred line between love and a selfish pride and need to conquer, to be held up in the eyes of a poetic creature of pure beauty as her token of happiness and meaning? I can not say that it was love. I may assume it was, and I shall, to save myself more weight on my conscious and more humiliation before myself.

As for him.

What was it that blinded me to him? I knew him well enough to suspect that his true attitude toward me contained something beyond the innocent pretenses of warmth that he laid out before me for my taking at my leisure. Oh, what a blinded fool I was to take him at face value. He is anything but honest in his intentions. But then, what was it that sparked the need for a hope to cling ti which has blinded, and now, ultimately, destroyed me? Maybe it was that I found him peculiar and with that interesting and enticing. Was it the spark in his eyes or the grace of his movements? Was it the danger he presented? I shall never know, I suppose. All I am aware of is that I fell. Fell for the notion that maybe my hope, my own geniality, may bring him around to the purer side of life, I longed to save him from himself, just as I longed to satisfy my own need to be needed by him. To be to him the singular source of comfort and camaraderie. Of tenderness and… and…

But I had longed so terribly for this achievement that I had fancied that I had attained the place beside him that I most yearned for. I was frustrated, then, with his refusal to admit it. I longed to feel his dearest friend, worthy of at least the small sacrifice of a fleeting caprice, a fleeting pleasure of a needless conquest. Yet, he denied me that right, disillusioned me and showed me that all my longing was for naught and that I was merely a foolish boy who knew so little though fancied that he knew so much merely because he loved.

Love.

It is that very word, that awesome sentiment that will bind my chest, spin my head, and compel my hand to tremble. For my pistol shall not fire tomorrow. And if it does, it shall miss its mark. It shall not matter if fate gives me a chance where I may exact my revenge with a clean conscious, as the subject of his pistol shall be irrelevant at the moment of my actions. I can not live with my head as he does. I live with my heart and my heart shall not permit me to end my own misery. I feel it now, even as the hour is not quite yet here when I must make my decision.

And yet… yet… would it not be more wise for me to end it now? To erase all this guilt that hangs over me and has ever since our stars have crossed? Is there truly room on this earth for the two of us?

Maybe God will have pity on me. Per chance, I will be the one to die tomorrow. I know not how but fate, and he, has an insidious way to tie up all the loose ends that may remain.

I can hear hooves on the road. My seconds are coming for me. The hour, so painfully awaited in such confused, delirious agony, has arrived. Now I must only wait for the minute, the second. The one moment which shall be resolved when I face him, when his eyes meet mine and seize my soul into their power, as they had done before.

Mon cher, Pechorin, adieu. I give myself over to whatever passion it is that takes me when I am in your presents, whatever passion that taints me even when you are gone and drives me to the limits of my sanity.

Laisser l'aube est notre témoin.

Let the dawn be out witness.

alley_skywalker @ 2007-09-30T11:42:00

2007-09-30T18:39:42Z

You Are a Coy Flirt!

You're not so much a flirt as the type of girl who draws flirts in
While you look like you're just relaxing, secretly you've got your game on
A little look here, a little wink there... you give men the encouragement they crave
And in return, they flirt up a storm with you - while you just sit and smile

What Kind of Flirty Girl Are You?

alley_skywalker @ 2007-09-19T20:52:00

2007-09-20T03:51:36Z

Just some Pearl Harbor icons. A few notes, though:
1. Please credit.
2. Tell me if you take some.
3. Yes, icons that have no test may be used as bases.

1-3: Danny
4-8: Danny/Rafe
9-11: Danny/Evelyn


TEASER

1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6, 7.
8. 9. 10. 11.

alley_skywalker @ 2007-09-11T18:33:00

2007-09-12T01:49:14Z

We shall never forget the tragedy of September 11th.
We shall never forget the innocent victims of that terrorist attach.
We shall never forget the heros who died protecting our country.

Where were you when the world stopped turning that September day
Out in the yard with your wife and children
Working on some stage in LA
Did you stand there in shock at the site of
That black smoke rising against that blue sky
Did you shout out in anger
In fear for your neighbor
Or did you just sit down and cry

Did you weep for the children
Who lost their dear loved ones
And pray for the ones who don't know
Did you rejoice for the people who walked from the rubble
And sob for the ones left below

Did you burst out in pride
For the red white and blue
The heroes who died just doing what they do
Did you look up to heaven for some kind of answer
And look at yourself to what really matters

I'm just a singer of simple songs
I'm not a real political man
I watch CNN but I'm not sure I can tell you
The difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith hope and love are some good things he gave us
And the greatest is love

Where were you when the world stopped turning that September day
Teaching a class full of innocent children
Driving down some cold interstate
Did you feel guilty cause you're a survivor
In a crowded room did you feel alone
Did you call up your mother and tell her you love her
Did you dust off that bible at home
Did you open your eyes and hope it never happened
Close your eyes and not go to sleep
Did you notice the sunset the first time in ages
Speak with some stranger on the street
Did you lay down at night and think of tomorrow
Go out and buy you a gun
Did you turn off that violent old movie you're watching
And turn on "I Love Lucy" reruns
Did you go to a church and hold hands with some stranger
Stand in line and give your own blood
Did you just stay home and cling tight to your family
Thank God you had somebody to love

I'm just a singer of simple songs
I'm not a real political man
I watch CNN but I'm not sure I can tell you
The difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith hope and love are some good things he gave us
And the greatest is love

I'm just a singer of simple songs
I'm not a real political man
I watch CNN but I'm not sure I can tell you
The difference in Iraq and Iran
But I know Jesus and I talk to God
And I remember this from when I was young
Faith hope and love are some good things he gave us
And the greatest is love

The greatest is love
The greatest is love

Where were you when the world stopped turning that September day

("Where Were You When The World Stopped Turning" -- Alan Jackson)

We are UNITED!
We are STRONG!
We can conquer ANYTHING!

Land of the FREE!
Home of the BRAVE!

NEW FANFIC!

2007-07-28T13:11:29Z

Ehem...so my journal entries are currently abiding on my laptop and I am to lazy to get them onto this comp to post them.
I do however have a little surprised for any who are reading. The thing is...I watched Pearl Harbor for the first time a few day ago and I totaly fell in love with it! I honestly don't understand why poeple don't like it.

Anyways...therefore was born this crossover idea!

Title: A Whole New Dimension
Author: Alley Skywalker
Genre: Action/Adventure, Drama, Angst, Romance, Humor...basicaly an All Around!
Characters: Anakin, Obi-Wan, Danny, Rafe. Others such as Padme, Sabe, and Palpy are bound to show up too.
Timeframe: Star Wars -- CW, very close to ROTS. Pearl Harbor -- After the raid in Tokyo, they've crash landed in China.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Possible slash (depending on whether I keep this the same as the original or tweek it)
Summary: When Danny and Rafe are transported to a Galaxy Far Far Away they will embark on an adventure for which they were not one bit prepared and may end up changing the fate of a whole galaxy.
Notes: I’ve yet to watch "Pearl Harbor" in its original as the version I watched was in Russian. Therefore, I realize that the dialogue in one of the beginning scene that recaps a movie scene may not be completely purely canon. So here I will beg AU element as the fic will end up (rather obviously) AU for both fandoms. I hope you all enjoy this and have as much reading it as I have writing it. Please comment for its always nice to hear from the readers :)

PS: A formatting note -- /.../ indicates communication through a Force bond.

The night was somewhat cloudy, a faint glimmer of silver moon sliced through the night mist and sent glowing ripples over the small waves that lapped against the sides of the ship.

The two young officers that stood on the deck knew that they shouldn’t be there really. They had a tough mission ahead of them the next day and by all rights they should be in bed – asleep. But restlessness, due to a barely contained nervousness, kept them up and out.

“Rafe?” the brunette questioned softly, still looking out to sea.

“Hmm?”

“Do you…do you believe in aliens?”

Rafe turned to look at his friend with astonished eyes. “Do I believe in what?”

“Aliens.”

Rafe looked at the other, trying to decide if it was a trick question. Finally he shook his head with a small, bemused laugh. “No, Danny, I don’t believe in aliens.” A pause. “Why?”

“N-no reason just…” iJust trying to break the tension. “…just a stray thought.”

Rafe studied Danny curiously. “You’ve often had your mind on strange things…but…aliens?”

Danny bristled somewhat. “Well…with all those stars out there…all those planets… No one knows how large the universe is. How can we be sure there aren’t others like us out there…”

Rafe floundered for a moment, not sure as to what he should say. Danny had a thing for speaking his mind, especially on certain things, but Rafe had a harder time with words. Danny spoke from the heart, not choosing his words, simply letting his heart speak for him. Therefore, if Danny believed in aliens he would go off saying so if need be. “So…you believe in aliens?”

“I…I can’t say I believe in them per se, but I don’t deny that they exist.”

“You’re no good at breaking the ice, Danny. What’s really up with you?”

The brunette looked away, not able to face his friend. There was something too piercing in Rafe's gaze.

Forgive me?

The words swirled around in Danny’s mind. He wanted to say them so badly. Sure, Rafe and he had spoken about this before flying out on this mission. They broached the topic and settled it – formally. But there was still that tenseness in the air. A terrible feeling that they just weren’t what they once were. And it hurt – physically hurt.

But no. There was no use opening the subject now. No use. The topic was supposed to be settled and no good could possible come from re-opening it. They had reached a truce, after all, as fragile as it might be.

“It’s nothin’, Rafe.”

A disbelieving look.

“Really. I’m just somewhat…edgy. This is far beyond anything we’ve ever done.”

Rafe smiled a little. “True. But just…don’t freeze up on me and everythin’ will go fine, ok?”

“Yea, I guess.” A shrug and a small smile.

Rafe placed a hand on the other man’s shoulder. “We should get some rest.”

Danny nodded and returned the friendly gesture. “Right.”

Hands still on each other’s shoulders, the two walked back down below deck and to what little sleep they would get that night.

*********************

Surrounded…on all sides! Damn it!

Rafe pushed himself as flat as he could against the carcass of his airplane as he held his gun at the ready. Their operation in Tokyo had been completed successfully, however, then things went downhill. They were supposed to go to China where they should have been safe. Unfortunately, their guide plane had been shot down and they were forced to fly around blindly, searching for land and with little fuel for the tanks. His and Danny’s planes had made it for sure; Rafe wasn’t sure if there was anyone else who had survived the skirmish in Tokyo and had simply detached from them. Not that this whole thing was anywhere near over. They had been forced to crash land. Rafe’s plane had been in the lead and so they had landed first. Some part of the plane had begun to burn and as they had tried to get away from the wreckage and assess any losses, they had been ambushed by the Japanese that this part of China seemed to be occupied by.

“We need to get to the hills and find the Chinese!” Rafe called frantically over the gunfire.

“They’ve got us boxed in!” came the answer from somewhere on his right.

Damn, I know that. He fired several shots. Another thought surfaced. Where’s Danny?

As if on cue there was a roar of plane engines and the clear-cut sound of the firing of large guns. The Japanese seemed to fall away as the plane – Danny’s plane – crash landed near by and a part of it also began to burn.

Heart beating wildly, Rafe scrambled to his feat and dashed to the other plane. The other boys were right behind him. “Danny! Danny!” he called frantically, the smoke stinging his eyes and making it hard to see.

“Rafe?” A week, disoriented call, but the blonde fallowed it faithfully. He reached Danny within seconds and fell to his knees at his friend’s side.

“Danny! You saved us all back there!” Rafe exclaimed, smiling a little.

“Rafe…” Danny was gasping for air.

Rafe took the young man into his arms, cradling him the best he could. “ I’ve got ya, Danny. You’re gonna be ok. I’ve got ya.”

“There’s something in my neck.” Danny was fumbling, trying to claw out the small object stuck in his neck. Rafe pushed his hand away gently.

“I know. I see it. Hold on, I’ll get it out.”

The fire crackled bitterly behind them, sending up clouds of smoke. Danny coughed, chocking somewhat as Rafe struggled with the peace of what looked like metal. “Shhh…almost got it.” With a final yank the object was out and Rafe tossed it carelessly behind him and into the fire as Danny slumped against him, breathing raggedly and only half conscious.

Danny half closed his eyes as he sank against Rafe and watched the small metal rod that Rafe had pried out of him spin three times in the air before plummeting into the hungry flames of the fire.

There was a deafening bang, like a massive explosion. A bright white flash followed.

And then the world went black.

*********************

The world swam back into focus slowly. The bright colors swirled around in front of his eyes and slowly began to make shapes and vague outlines. A glaring bright light shone suddenly through the pinkish blue-green haze.

“Agh,” Danny protested incoherently as he tried to swing his arm over his eyes but failed as it appeared to be a lot heavier then he was use to. “Gah…Rafe?” Danny pushed himself up into a somewhat sitting position, feeling sharp waves of pain slicing through his body. The shapeless swirls in front of his eyes were now transforming into a jungle landscape with tall trees, thick bushes, and lush patches of grass. What the…? “Rafe!”

“Stop shouting, Danny. I’m here.”

Danny looked to his left to see Rafe sitting next to him, rubbing the back of his head.

“I wasn’t shoutin'…” Danny muttered. The two looked around for a few moments before Danny asked the question they both had in mind. “So…where the hell are we?”

“A jungle.”

“Hopefully in China.”

“That at the moment is questionable.”

“How’d we get here?”

“Why must I know the answers to everythin’?”

Danny shrugged, seeing that Rafe was beginning to bristle. “Well I though I had passed out…last night…where are the planes?”

Rafe, who was rubbing the back of his neck, stopped the motion and looked over at Danny with concerned eyes. “Sorry, I forgot. How are you feeling?”

The brunette lifted a hand gingerly to his neck and then ran it over his torso. “I feel like an elephant has run me over, but I think I’ll live.”

Rafe grinned. “Good to hear. Come on, let’s find out where we are.” The blonde got to his feet and offered Danny a hand, dragging him up as well.

Danny winced, stumbled, and followed slowly after Rafe through the dense foliage.

*********************

“Do you think they’re still following us?” Anakin Skywalker asked mildly, fidgeting with the broken tracker in his hand as he followed behind his former master through the foliage of the planet-wide jungle.

“I’m sure they are,” Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi answered matter-of-factly. “Don’t you just love this planet, Anakin?”

“Yea, especially the mosquitoes,” Anakin muttered glumly. “And don’t forget the swamps too, those are a real joy.”

Obi-Wan shook his head bemusedly, “Really, Anakin, haven’t you taken a look around.”

“Sorry, too busy trying to avoid being ether shot by droids or eaten alive by insects.”

Obi-Wan didn’t answer him for a while. It was true that they hadn’t had much of a chance to sight see during this mission. Although, at another time, Obi-Wan was sure it might have been a nice stay. But then, Anakin was no Qui-Gon. Qui-Gon was the one who loved insects, furry little creatures, and trees that were too tall for everyone’s good. “Anakin, is the locator broken too.”

“No, I got that fixed about an hour ago, Master. Weren’t you listening?”

“I was a little busy at the moment.”

“Doing what? Meditating?”

Obi-Wan was about to reply but stopped abruptly. Anakin, who’s full attention was on the tracker, walked right into him. “Obi-Wan, what—“

“Wait…can’t you feel it?” Obi-Wan asked in a whisper.

/Feel what?/ Anakin sent through the bond.

/Reach out through the Force… on our right./

Anakin reached through the Force as he and Obi-Wan snuck behind a bush. There were, indeed, two presences coming toward them from their right. They came into sight rather quickly – two men walking side by side. Their clothes were dirty and of some sort of military model. Anakin figured they were somewhere around his age. At their waists hung some sort of weapons – they looked like primitive blasters to the young Jedi.

/Can you hear what they’re saying?/ Obi-Wan asked through the bond.

/Not quite yet, but they’re obviously speaking in Basic./

“I don’t understand it…the last thing I remember is passin’ out. Or at least I think I passed out. Rafe, where are the other guys? Most importantly, where are our planes?” the brunette was saying with frustration.

“Danny, I already told you all that I remember. I’m as confused as you are. Besides, our planes would be no use to us even if we found them. Crash and burn equals not flyable.”

“Brilliant, Rafe. I would of never guessed that,” Danny muttered sarcastically.

“This doesn’t look like China to me, anyways,” Rafe said, shaking his head a little.

“Nor Japan,” Danny added, looking self satisfied.

/Do you think they’re seps?/

/I don’t know, Anakin. They look – sound – lost if you ask me./

/Blood and mud on their military uniforms. They have weapons. They’re looking for something that can fly called planes… Come on, Master. Who else that has seen battle would be on Gavis IV. They’re obviously not our men./

/Anakin, nothing brash,/ Obi-Wan counseled his former padawan as the two young men came almost level with them.

Anakin stepped out of their small hideout and Obi-Wan followed suit. “Hold it!” Anakin called.

The two young men – Danny and Rafe – stopped dead as the two Jedi materialized before them out of seemingly nowhere.

“Wow…” Danny hissed under his breath. “What in the world…?”

“Who are you?” Anakin questioned briskly.

“Pilots!” Danny blurted. And received an elbow in the side for his trouble.

Anakin’s eyes narrowed. “Are you separatists?”

Rafe gave him a questioning look. “One, what’re separatists? Two, who’re you?”

“’Cause you’re certainly not Chinese,” Danny put in. Rafe turned to glare at him.

“So you are on the side of the Republic?” Obi-Wan asked more mildly.

“Depends on what republic you’re talkin' about,” Danny said carefully.

“The Galactic Republic, of course!” Anakin exclaimed, now somewhat confused.

“Yea, we’re all for world peace,” Danny replied, earning him another look from Rafe.

“You two aren’t Nazis are ya?” Rafe asked slowly, his hand coming to rest of the top of his gun.

“What the kriff is a Nazi?” Anakin asked, turning to look at Obi-Wan questioningly.

Obi-Wan only shrugged. “Maybe he means Katzi.”

“Aren’t those extinct? Besides, Katzis are short and hairy.” A pause. “But then, on second thought,” Anakin made a show of eyeing Obi-Wan’s beard and grinned lopsidedly. ” You could, actually, pass of as one.”

“Oh, very funny, Anakin. I’d thought after all these years you’d get the fact that I am not going to shave my beard. No matter what you say.”

“Fine. Be that way.”

“Look, maybe you guys can help us,” Rafe started saying as Danny looked over the Jedi’s clothing with mounting interest and puzzlement. He was cut off, however, by a sharp beeping sound coming from Anakin’s proximity sensor.

“Master, we’ve got company,” Anakin hissed, glancing down at the sensor’s readings.

“Are we close to the fighters?” Obi-Wan asked, noticing the way Danny and Rafe perked up at the word “fighters.”

“Yea, about a quarter mile away. I say we bale.”

Obi-Wan nodded then looked from Rafe and Danny to Anakin then back. “Pilots you say?”

The boys nodded eagerly.

“You should come with us.”

alley_skywalker @ 2007-05-31T23:42:00

2007-06-01T06:57:44Z

We chose a new pres in GSA yesterday for next year since dear Tommy is ditching us (AKA graduating).

Went to see pirates for the third time today with two friends (Carly’s 2^nd time seeing it, Mamigi’s first). I still love it! Can’t wait to get it on DVD. Maybe when I go to Russia this summer I can get a bootleg. *smirk*

Yearbook distribution is tomorrow! Oooh, also guess what? I have TWO tests tomorrow. Did I study? NO! Seriously, and this is the girl who got a award for a 4.0 or higher. Great, I’m SO dead. Damn it,

Oh more bad news? Plenty! We got our packets for US History AP next year (summer hw) and its two books and the first 5 freakin’ chaps of out text book (plus packet w/ questions. Of, seeing as how I also have a packet on two books for English AP…seriously, I’m sure there is something in the constitution that forbids cruel and unusual punishment. Seriously, what’s the use of summer vacation if we technically don’t GET A F*CKING vacation?!?!?!?!? Agh! Can they possibly come up with more ways to torture us? You know I WAS going to study for SATs. How the hell is that gonna happen now?

Honestly when I first got the packet from Beck and red the “letter” stapled to the front (little bastard, at least Ropes “welcomed” us in person) I seriously couldn’t believe what I was reading…I mean I’d heard rumors but…I mean it was just so crushing that no reaction came naturally. I mean actually had to think about how I should react. SO not happy!

Bitches…f*ck I hate them.

Oh and you wanna know what makes it worse? Like 90 percent of my friends don’t have to deal with ANY OF THIS CRAP! So while they’re all waiting for summer to come b/c then they don’t have to do ANYTHING what do I have to look forward to now? What changes for me now?

You know all this summer is going to mean is that Tommy will be gone…

One word: Depressing.

alley_skywalker @ 2007-05-30T23:40:00

2007-05-31T07:00:03Z

Less that 3 weeks of school left! YAY! …sort of… So many ppl that I know are graduating…it’s gonna be really sad. These ppl happen to include my favorite gay boy – yes I mean Tommy.

Anyways, I’ll try to go in order as I usually do when I have these long catch up updates.

Not much had happened actually during the first part of May, nothing memorable enough for me to remember anyways. However lately has been very exciting.

I went to see Pirates of the Caribbean: At Worlds End when it first came out on Thursday, first showing! My first time at any kind of premiere for a film. I was in all black with a black scarf which had white skulls on it. Pretty sweet! It would be AMAZING to have gone to the Disneyland Red Carpet premier but by the time I found out they were selling tickets it was all sold out (typical) and then they cost WAY too much. I mean, O don’t have that kind of money and I doubt my mother would have agreed to pay for them. *sigh*

This is the initial review that I had posted at one of the POTC boards that I hang out at.

Overall impression? Wonderful! Exciting and emotional. We’ve got all the favorites here. A very quick three hours. Lots of laughs along the way as well as exciting action. There’s romance too, though not an overbearing amount – a good thing mainly. The special effects and the score are great. Some scenes are very emotional.

More specifically?

~On Characters~

Beckett.
Oh he’s evil but likable somehow at the same time. He’s one of those people that you hate to love but can’t help it anyways. He does die, but what a spectacular and beautiful death scene it is. The best in the film – the trilogy even – I could say.

James.
Ah…dear dear James. How sad it was to loose him, especially after his heroic deed. He really is likable here, completely redeemed, in my eyes at least, after DMC. Just like he became very sympathetic at the close of CotBP. For Norrabeth fans there is a wonder kiss between he and Liz. She also seems very distressed after he is left behind as she shouts “James! No, James!” obviously crying.

Davy Jones.
You almost start to feel sorry for the guy. Sure he’s still and ass hole but he’s got this wonderful love backstory that just kinda makes you think “dang, man, that sucks.” And seeing him in Human form was quite the treat.

Tia.
I think it was very appropriate that she is the goddess. After all she did resurrect Barbossa. The only complaint I have is that the hints that we had about her being Davy Jones’ lover went from subtle (the prev two movies) to painfully obvious – it was in her voice even as she spoke of him!

Barbossa.
A lot more likable then in the first one. And actually, likable overall. Rush was great here. This is just something you have to see. He even stole a couple of scenes from Jack there IMO. (But then my overall opinion of Jack isn’t very high). Sadly, however, no apples this time.

Pintel and Ragetti
I love this duo. The perfect comic relief.

Murtog and Mullroy
This is the English Navy equivalent of Pintel and Ragetti. Funny and dopy – the kind of secondary characters you love and are attached to. I’m glad they got what little screen time they had in this film.

Bootstrap.
I think he was misused (ie against James) in some places. But I liked his interaction with Will.

~On Scenes/Plot~

The opening scene was nice but a little slow, IMO.

The whole recovery of the maps was a good fight, quite the way to get the action right away. And then I love a fighting Will.

When they were sailing through the icebergs…Will looked so cold (well they all did) I just wanted to give him a hug for warmth.

I thought Jack’s intro into the movie was great. The peanut is a great continuing gag throughout the movie. Though I suppose that unless you find the scenes funny they can seem slow paced.

When Beckett, Will, and Davy are having tea I love how snide Will is!

Will’s confrontation’s with Liz were good but it seemed almost like they had figured it all out way too fast. Maybe I just wanted to see a little more between them, a little more angst from Will, and Liz. But the dialogue in these was great.

The whole thing with Tia and the crabs…WTF? Why crabs?

Norrington’s death was a little…plain? I think he deserved to go in a more glamorous way, But it was a terribly sad part.

Why must Jack and Will hate each other so much? Well maybe they don’t hate each other but they don’t like each other that’s for sure. It’s a shame…I really wanted to see them as BFFs after the end of CotBP.

I think Disney messed up with Will a little with all his little deals…its just so…not Will. His first “betrayal” was just…plain betrayl-ly. It’s just not the Will I fell in love with.

THE WEDDING IS AMAZING! We even got some cheers and claps last night during their kiss. My romantic side was just swooning I swear. So when I went today I made sure to take a video of that kiss with my cell phone. Beautiful beyond words. Oh their vows were just so sweet and funny at the same time!

I think they didn’t do Will justice in his being “killed.” Well…ok no not true. It was handled well. I think the Turrow ‘shipper in me wanted to see Will saving Jack, or sacrificing himself for Jack even. Didn’t happen. Sadly.

I think its good that I had read spoilers about Willie’s fate because otherwise I might have broken down into hysterical sobbing (like I did during Revenge Of The Sith during the Mustafar duel).

THE PROLOGUE IS AWESOME! So beyond cute. The boy looks so much like his Daddy. Will just looks perfect coming in there on the Dutchman. Just the most amazing way to end a great movie (even if it is after credits). I like to (delusion?) myself into believing that the curse works in the way that if they still love one another and are faithful to one another after 10 years then the curse is broken. *smirk*

~Complaints~

The ending was not as satisfying as I had wanted/expected. I had wanted something more along the lines of CotBP.

Will’s characterization seemed a bit off. All his wheeling and dealing just didn’t seem like him. Even if he was doing the wrong things he did for the right reasons.

Also, the part where Jack “saves” Will is just OOC for Jack IMO. Now this last one is especially A peeve for me…Its just NOT Jack! He doesn’t even LIKE Will. I mean fangirlishness and ‘shipping aside, if we look at it carefully. THEY DON’T LIKE EACH OTHER. And hero moments just DON’T fit Jack whatsoever. He does things that benefit him. Not only does this not benefit him but this is also kind of like him making a sacrifice. For Will” It’s just not in character, IMO. If it had been in reverse it would have been alright…I mean Will is the more noble one with a strong(ish?) sense of decency and moral.

However, once again…overall – wonderful!

Now this review is no where near – complete I guess you could say – more like an “at a glance” review. I’ve come to terms with most issues that I had earlier on by now, though not all, and some of the latest 411 revealed about the Curse of the FD Captaincy has made me feel so much better and has overall improved my opinion of the movie. For anyone who hasn’t seen it – STAY AFTER CREDITS. It’s so very sweet, believe me.

I went to see Pirates again on Friday with a friend. We both squealed over Willie and it was just so much fun!

Saturday was also great. I went to a Star Wars con – and not JUST a con but C4! Sadly, I only got one day But even THAT was great, I can just imagine what it is like for those who get the full Celebration experience.

I saw the Vader Helmet displays and the R2 builders. Those were pretty sweet. I also sat through a bit of Star Wars in pop culture, thought that was really cool, just really shows how much SW has affected people.

Met up w/ Forrest after that (an interesting experience in itself). We saw the SW in 30 minutes. An awesome, awesome, parody -- I laughed a LOT.

Forrest and I split up after that, he went to get in line for some panel or other and I went to eat. Saw a bit of the fanfilms after that. Those were rather interesting, some really talented movie makers there I think.

Hit the expo hall after that. I think its a good idea that I decided to do the shopping last...(I really DO need a restraining order from my debit card). I ended up spending around 200 bucks (including stuff I bought at the celebration store). A poster and a tee-shirt (celebration store) as well as 3 more posters, two stand-ups (Obi and Ani) and 6 action figures.

Didn't get a chance to get autographs but I figured that there were better things to do then stand in line...if it was Ewan or Hayden that's a diff story (sorry Jake).

So over all it was lots of fun! Now I've got to figure out where to put all those posters My room isn't that big!

Oh! Also there were some awesome costumes there. I ended up taking a few nice pics, I'll post those when I get a chance to upload them to my ccomp.

My grandma from my dad’s side, my aunt, and cousin flew in from Moscow on Saturday as well. Exciting…but not necessarily in a good sense. Now I don’t mind my aunt but my cousin (he’s a little over three years younger than I) is bratty and annoying and I never former a very grandmother/granddaughter relationship with my dad’s mother. She’s…frustrating, lets just call it that. My mom doesn’t like her ether, and my dad has terrible relationship with his family…so yea I guess I get my attitude from the ‘rents. So when mom and I were driving back from C4 we didn’t really wanna go home to the relatives so we stopped at Natasha’s house (she’s my moms BFF, she like an aunt to me) and hung out there for an hour. Then we went driving around tow while listening to a CD I found in the car (a burned copy of one of my kinda-good CDs) and singing along, with the volume turned up really high, Lol. Ok, so our intentions might have not been too nice but hey at least I got some bonding time with my mom. We were laughing all the time about our reluctance to go home. Lol.

It's really late so more tomorrow (hopefully).

alley_skywalker @ 2007-04-25T21:04:00

2007-04-26T04:15:55Z

We have Star Testing this week at school. Its actually a pretty good, the day seems shorter.

I went to the Ventura College Fair tonight…I kinda find it depressing. So many good colleges and I’m so afraid of not getting into the ones I find “worthwhile” (UCSB, UCLA, USC, etc). Funny how easily your dreams fall apart as reality starts to set in. You suddenly understand that things aren’t the way you though them to be once. You open your eyes to a reality that is so devastatingly different and it hurts.

We went on a Boston-New York trip with my class back in 6^th grade. They took us onto the Harvard campus. I remember the though going through my head, “Wow…wouldn’t it be awesome if I went here one day?” It was only a wish even then but college seemed so far away and I knew so little of the requirements that it was almost close enough to be reached. At that time “A”s came with astonishing ease…I was on my way there.

That pathetic dream fall apart by 8^th grade. By the time I went to High School UCLA was the most I could dream of. And yet, that was reachable. By the end of Freshman year…I had doubts. This year? I’m desperately clinging to my hope of UCSB. My pride and upbringing will not allow me to think that I could go to a lower rated university. And yet I fear just that.

Sweet 16!

2007-02-27T06:40:09Z

Well I am sweet 16 today! Yay! Lol. Kinda funny though, I don't feel much older.

Had a little nice family "party" tonight, Cake, champaigne, the whole deel!

Practically didn't go to school today, that was funny. I was really only there for 2 periods. Well technically 4 but I went out on school buisness and my friend and I stopped to eat at this awesome Chinese place...yum!

Too bad they don't have a mood called "tipsy" because I think I am just tht now. Though I'm down from the hyper state I was in earlier. Lol.

I'm around 250 bucks richer with a promise from mom to take me to Celebration 4. Yay! Hmmm...it'sn not even 11 yet but it feels much later though...hmmm I think I'll do those invites tomorrow.

I'm gonna get some of the girls over on Saturday for a bit of a party. I wish I could include Tommy, I feel kinda bad leaving him out since we're rather close but I figured...eh, he'll get over it. lol.

I have a gigantic birthday baloon floating in my room. It's pretty cool actually The roses are next to my computer...mmm..they smell nice, really.

What do you think? Should I have more cake before going to bed? I know I know I shouldn't. Eh, to bad, I'ms still hungry!

POTC and Disney's Incompitance + Lots About Will!

2007-02-21T07:30:25Z

WARNING: Sparrow fans should procesde w/ caution. I don't like him nor do I suport the ridiculous idea of Sparrabeth. There will be no pointless bashing BUT I felt it would only polite to warn you...

WARNING 2: Spoilers for POTC 3 may follow. Procede w/ caution if you wish to remain spoiler free.

...Now that we've settled that....

I have NO faith in Deisney doing POTC 3 the way it should be done. If Will was to become another Anakin I wouldn't have a prob w/ it. The thing is...DISNEY CAN'T HANDLE THIS THE RIGHT WAY...I truely fear that they mess this up...they just aren't qualified to do something w/ so much depth the right way. And as a Will fan this REALLY worries. I don't want them messing up a good character.

I'm gonnna quote some of the conversation I was having w/ a friend the other day on the subject and such though I will not name said friend b/c I don't know if he/she wants this exposed to everyone else.

My friend:

Will becoming darker is possible to me if they make him see Elizabeth fall in love with Jack. It wouldn't be enough to make him an out-right villain, but still less of the hero that he is now given that he traveled to that island and almost died in order to get her out of jail, and she just leaves him for a selfish Pirate.

Jack being a full-on hero doesn't work either, but I could see him becoming a Han-esque scoundrel who has gone "respectable." I'd rather he stay the comedic, self-serving Pirate he's been for the past two movies, but I think it can work if they do it correctly.

I don't have much faith with Will's change, especially if it's as drastic as Dee made it sound, because as you said Disney's not really used to doing something that's popular with an older audience.

My response:
I agree. I think the thing is that [Disney] are not use to doing something that has to be realistic. If they decided to make a "pirate' movie then the biggest badest "pirate" has to be the main good guy at the end. No matter if it’s realistic or not. Seeing as how they are use to a younger, more naive, audience they aren't worried about making characters fully sympathetic, consistent, and realistic, which as you've said, won't be very popular with an older audience.

Another thing is that I can't help but compare Willie to Anakin Skywalker. They are really so alike! I never thought of it really until I read this: At his best, Will is clever, heroic and courageous. He can also be preoccupied and brooding.

Just replace Will with Anakin and Liz w/ Padme and it's still a perfect fit!
Though honestly I think that Will is Anakin with a bit of Obi-Wan mixed in...which makes it even more perfect! Even w/ my dislike for Obi-Wan he does have a couple of good qualities and those are exactly the qualities of Obi-Wan that Willie has!

Now on the whole Wil/Liz Liz/Prarrow stuff...

Me:
Oh, also, what do you think was going through Will's mind after he saw Liz kissing Sparrow? It doesn't seem like they had any time to speak of it and that look that Will gives Liz when they are talking about going after jack...I don't know, he just looked really, betrayed, would seemingly be the appropriate word, though I don't think Will has really been able to sort it out yet and probably hasn't even had a chance to go into denial. It seems like he's just totally confused. And yet, he still goes after Sparrow even though Jack hasn't exactly been a "great friend" so to say, which is one of those qualities that I admire in Will.

My Friend's Responce:
I think shock and as you said betrayal were what was going through Will's mind at the time. There was of course anger there as well, and it could have been enough to make him darker at least for the time. The fact that he was willing to still go after Jack shows a selflessness in Will which makes it hard for me to believe they're going to turn him into an anti-hero, but I suppose if it turns out he wants to save Jack for Elizabeth and Elizabeth ends up running to Jack's arms it would work as a reason for him to become darker as he would feel deeply betrayed by both Jack and Liz. I admittedly would be rooting for Will if that's how it plays out.

Hmmm...I'm tired right now and I really should go finish my math HW. I'll probably continue at a later date...

Facades: Chap 3

2007-02-21T06:55:48Z

Title: Facades
Author: Alley_Skywalker
Genre: Drama, Romance, Humor (of a sort), Angst, Action (sorta)
Characters: Staring: Anakin and Obi-Wan
Supporting: Qui-Gon, Palpatine, Padme, Siri, Shmi, Garen, Bant, Tru, Darra
Minor: Yoda, Mace, Maul, Grievous, Bruck, Ventress, Xanatos, Dooku, Quinlan, Aayla, Barriss, Bail, Ferus, OCs, a bunch of other people
Summary: Can you imagine all the SW characters in high School? What would everyone’s lives be like then?
Notes: This is probably one of the most radical SW AUs you’ll ever read. A thing to remember is that there is NO significant age gap between Ani and Obi, they are both in their Junior year of HS as of the start of this fic. Also for characters of other species, such as Maul, Yoda, and GG, some changes had to be made to fit them into our world.

Anakin didn’t have to turn around to know that it was Maul who had come up behind him he so he went on with sorting the books in his locker.

“Having a good day, Anakin?” the gang member asked in a low tone which usually meant trouble.

“It’s probably better then yours, Vinnie,” Anakin threw back with a suppressed smirk. Maul\’s first name was Vincent and only his mother called him Vinnie. It was a secret that Maul guarded fiercely and Anakin was only privy to it by sheer accident.

Maul growled. “I’m starting to think that the others were right. I’m starting to doubt Xanatos on his opinion of you having to be the new member of our group. I still can’t believe you turned the honor down last year.”

Anakin shrugged as he shut his locker. “I’m not a gang person, Maul, and I think you know that. Besides from what I hear you have a new member as it is. You seemed to move on pretty fast.”

Maul huffed in dislike. “Grant Grivouse, or GG as we now call him, yes. He’s deserving but we could have a lot more out of you.”

“See,” Anakin said carelessly. “That’s the problem. You guys want something out of me. Get use to the fact that I don’t enjoy people using me.” He shrugged again and walked away without looking back.

*******

“Alright good practice everyone. Way to go today, Siri.”

“Thanks, Couch Jinn,” the perky blonde called as she headed for the girls locker room with the rest of her fencing team teammates.

“Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan stopped half way to the locker room. “Yes, Coach?”

“It’s after practice, Obi-Wan. You don’t have to be so formal anymore.”

Obi-Wan shrugged. “You wanted to tell me something, Dad?”

“I actually wanted to ask if you were feeling alright.”

“I feel fine, why?”

“You were completely out of it today.”

Obi-Wan hung his head, wincing. “I’m sorry, Dad. I really am.”

“Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon said going to the boy and putting a hand on his shoulder. “You’re a very talented fencer. Since our captain has left the team I’m thinking of making you captain.”

Obi-Wan looked up, his eyes shinning. To be captain of the fencing team was almost like being captain of the football team. “Really?”

“Yes…but you have to work for it, Obi-Wan. You can’t be as sloppy as you were today.”

“I’ll try harder, I really will.”

“I hope so, Obi-Wan. We should be going to the state championship this year. I know we’re good enough.”

“When are the tryouts for the new member going to be?”

“Soon enough, I haven’t set the date yet. Go change, Obi-Wan. And I want you concentrating more on your fencing. You have the talent, now use it.”

Obi-Wan nodded trying to take Qui-Gon\s words to heart, then turned and made his way to the locker room

*******

Four thirty in the afternoon. No sooner, no later. That was the time that Anakin Skywalker invaded the sacred training room of the fencing team with the old saber that he had stolen his freshman year from the said team’s supply closet.

He had never taken fencing lesson, that was a luxury he couldn’t afford, so he was mostly self-taught, from a video he had bought a while ago with some saving and by watching the practices of the fencing team.

He made some clumsy warm up moves but then started twirling the saber in a pattern that he had made up himself. He danced across the matt, stabbing again and again at an invisible opponent.

Anakin was so engrossed in his “match” that he hadn’t noticed the door of the training room open.

*******

Qui-Gon had not been one bit please with himself for leaving his roster and some other training papers back at the training room and had initially not wanted to return for them. Some sort of responsibility, however, drug him back to gym complex to retrieve them.

He was thinking of the open slot that had opened up on the team and the tryouts to come when he entered the training room. All such thoughts were, however, instantly swept away by the sight he encountered.

A blonde boy he hadn’t scene before was gliding with lithe grace around the mat with an old saber in hand. He was performing some complex fencing moves and though his stance was awful and some of his attack combos were very impractical, there was something about the way he moved. Something that made Qui-Gon’s skin pickle. Had he found a member for his team?

“Hey kid!” he called, making the boy jump and release his hold on the saber so that it clattered to the matted floor.

“Oh! Mister Jinn! I’m sorry I was just…” the boy tried to explain his intrusion rapidly.

Qui-Gon shook his head to show that he wasn’t going to get him in trouble. “What’s you name?”

“Anakin,” Anakin said suspiciously.

“Where’d you learn to fence?”

Anakin brushed a hand through his sweat soaked hair before replying ruefully. “I taught myself pretty much. By watching and stuff.”

“You’re good for someone who hasn’t had lessons. A talent I think.”

Anakin laughed harshly. “Even if it were so, Mister Jinn. It wouldn’t be like you would ask me to join the team oe whatever.”

Qui-Gon folded his arms across his chest. “Well, Anakin. Maybe if you let me see some of those moves again I could actually give you an answer.

The blonde resisted the urge to roll his eyes and merely bend down to pick up his saber. There was no way he would be actually accepted onto the fencing team. Nevertheless, his “match” had been cut short and he was determined to finish it.

Qui-Gon stood to the side watching the boy. It didn’t take long for him to make up his mind.

Facades: Chapter 2

2007-02-17T06:43:22Z

Chapter 2

“Obi-Wan!”

Obi-Wan peered through the crowd of students exiting the gym after the Welcome Back speech to try and find the owner of the voice so familiar to him. He finally found her in the crowd, not too far away from him, being jostled toward the gym doors. ‘Bant cut her hair,’ was his first thought.

Bant had been a friend of his since elementary school. She had pure blonde hair and gray eyes. She had always had long hair and preferred it worn in a bun. Now She had cropped it short so that the ends curled to tickle her chin. “Hello, Bant. Nice haircut.”

She laughed. “I felt like it was time to change…well, something about myself.”

“Never thought of you as a change person. Where is Garen by the way?”

“Right behind you.”

Obi-Wan whirled to face the grinning tall boy behind him. “Blast! Don’t you have anything better to do then to startle me?”

“Nope.”

“What took you so long Garen?” Bant asked slightly irritated. “We’re gonna make Obi-Wan late for class.” The comment earned her a glare from Obi-Wan.

“I, ah, had to avoid running into The Gang. Had to take the long way here.”

Obi-Wan shook his head. “Why can’t those idiots leave people alone?”

“It’s not in there nature,” Bant said. “What class do you have first, Obi?”

Obi-Wan looked down at his schedule. “Spanish 3, oh joy. I have a distasteful tendency to have unlikable people in that class along with me.”

*******

‘J1, J1, where is J1?’ Anakin looked around the area he was in and sighed. He was back in the C buildings. God! He had been at this school for two years now and he STILL didn’t know where all the classrooms where. If it was another class he wouldn’t mind ditching but he actually didn’t mind chemistry.

“Can I help you? You look lost.”

Anakin swirled…and froze. There she was, standing before him with those large brown eyes and chocolate curls falling over her shoulders. Padme Amidala, the most beautiful girl in the school. Oh what was he thinking? This is the kind of girl who should be Ms. America or something. What was she saying? Oh she was asking if he needed help.

“I…ah…well…I’m looking for room J1.”

“Oh that’s all the way over there,” she said pointing across the quad. “The buildings are in alphabetical order starting from that side.”

Anakin struggled not to blush. Why hadn’t he noticed that before? “Oh, right. Thanks for the help.”

“You’re Anakin Skywalker aren’t you?”

She knew his name? Well duh! Everyone knew his name. Not to mention that project they worked on freshman year. “That’s me.”

“We worked together freshman year, remember?”

How could he forget? “I remember.”

“You’ve grown since then.” A smile so blinding that Anakin nearly lost his cool completely.

“So have you…grown more beautiful I mean.” Crap what was he saying! She was certainly the only girl -- the only person – who could make him stumble all over himself like that.

She smiled at him again. “Well I have to go to class. I’ll see you around, Anakin.”

“Cool. I’ll see you around too!” he called after her. ‘What the hell was that?’

*******

All of them? Obi-Wan looked around the classroom in dismay. How could he be in a class with ALL members of The Gang? He listed them off in his head as they approached in formation.

At the head, Dooku Jr. Probably the smartest out of the lot.

Behind him Maul and Assaj Ventress. It looked like Assaj had stuck with her hair style, if you could call it that since she had actually shaved off all her hair so that there wasn’t really any hair to style in the first place. Maul was the biggest gangster punk Obi-Wan had ever scene. His red spiked hair and the tattooed black snake on his cheek were well known around Temple High.

Bruck and Xanatos flanked them in the back. Obi-Wan could deal with Xanatos but Bruck had taken his lunch money enough times in JR High.

Wait, he had missed someone. A guy walking behind Dooku Jr. and between Ventress and Maul. As they walked by the new kid glared at Obi-Wan with green eyes that had a disturbing yellow tinge to them. “Rich Boy scum,” he spat with a hiss.

Obi-Wan ignored the insult. How petty really. As long as they stayed at a far distance from him he didn’t care what they thought.

“Take your seats please.”

Obi-Wan hurried to take up a front row seat and sat with one hand propped under his chin.

“Buenbenidos a la clase Espanol.”

*******

Anakin sauntered into first period and headed straight for the back row.

He took a seat behind Tru, one of the very few people he would call his friend. “Hey man, where’s Darra?”

“Over there,” Tru said pointing to a blonde girl several rows in front of them.

“Party pooper,” Anakin said, slightly annoyed. Darra was naturally smart. She didn’t need to be all the way up THERE.

“How’d the summer go?” Tru asked while sorting through some papers.

“Great actually. I got to be in a few races. Mom was terrified when she found out though.”

Tru nodded. “I don’t know how you can race motorcycles, Anakin. It’s insane in my opinion.”

“You’re Chinese, of course you wouldn’t understand.”

Tru turned in his seat to face Anakin. “Why’s that?”

“You’re like…calm. Not like nerdy calm…just calm. I personally love the adrenalin rush. Soon I’ll have enough green to buy myself my own motorbike. Then I won’t have to keep looking for charity cases.”

Tru shook his head turning away. “You’re gonna kill yourself some day man.”

Anakin sniggered. “And wouldn’t you love that?”

“You really need someone to talk some sense into you.”

AU Obi + Ani fic!

2007-02-10T23:20:14Z

Well, well, well. Since I love to throw my fics out there...I think I'm gonna start posting some of my fics here :) My slashy Obi/Ani ones will go to Ewan_Hayden though. The rest will find a place for themselves here :)

So w/o further adue...

Chapter 1

Temple High didn’t vary much from any other typical high school. Square and Wacky teachers, subjects of all sorts, cliques and gangs, and a social system with too many unwritten rules for an outsider to understand.

Freshman year was the time to establish your social status, sophomore year was to certify it, and juniors simply had to make sure not to lose it.

Junior Anakin Skywalker had no mind to lose his and he was making sure that this year he wouldn’t be arriving in school on the first day in his mother’s Volkswagen. Blonde, tall, with blue eyes, a million dollar smile, and a charismatic nature he could have easily been the most popular guy in school. However, Anakin left the peek to the football jocks and asertified himself a position or high rank with one exception, the Loner Accessory. I was better that way. He didn’t bother anyone and no one tried to get into his head. He was everyone’s buddy but no one’s friend. Tru and Darra were the only two people with whom he hung out consistently.

“Mom,” Anakin started, glancing wearily out the window as they were starting to get close to the high school. “Can you drop me off around the corner, please. I can walk the rest of the way.”

Shmi looked over at her son with surprise. “Ani is there something you’re not telling me?”

“No, Mom, I just want to dropped off around the corner.”
“But I always drive you to school.”

“Mom, when I get my motorbike I’m gonna be driving myself anyways.”

“Yes, but you don’t have your bike yet do you?”

Anakin sighed in exasperation. “Ok fine…I can’t arrive in school on a Volkswagen.”

Shmi glanced at him briefly. “Ani, you never had a problem with our car. Why start now?”

“Because it’s my junior year. Coming to school in my mom’s Volkswagen is like driving a Ford explorer to school.”

Smi threw him a questioning look.

Anakin went on as though he hadn’t noticed. “The only person who does that is Obi-Wan Kenobi. I really don’t get that kid. His parents could have gotten a Ferrari, for God’s sake, and what does he buy? A Ford!”

“And who is this Obi-Wan Kenobi?”

“Every teacher’s pet.”

Shmi looked over at Anakin with a disapproving stare. “I feel like you’re judging this boy. And I know I have taught you better then that.”

Anakin only looked out the window.

“Despite what you can get out here and be saved the embarrassment of not coming to school in a Ferrari.”

Anakin knew that his mom wasn’t mad at him but this had become a touchy subject for them. It was just the two of them, Anakin never knew his father or anything about him for that matter, and they weren’t exactly loaded. It had never bothered Anakin much until high school. Then things started getting complicated and what annoyed him the most was seeing preps like Kenobi throw away their money on Fords and classic books when they could have hot rides and IPods instead. He had enough pride to become resentful. He didn’t always had the means to do all the things he wanted. That was another reason for his self seclusion. No one poked around where they weren’t suppose to.

Anakin leaned over and gave his mother a quick kiss on the cheek. “Bye, Mom. Love you.”

She watched her son go with sad eyes. Anakin was growing up and he wasn’t the exuberant young child he use to be anymore. What other people thought could mean nothing or everything to him. Anakin had been saving up for a motorcycle for years now, working hard in the summers to earn the bulk of the money he needed. Maybe once that goal was fulfilled the gloom that seemed to be settling over him would lift. Shim had a feeling, though, that it wasn’t a motorcycle that her son needed, but a good friend.

*******

“Another summer gone and another year begun! We hope that you have refreshed yourselves and are ready for another great year of acquiring. I hope that you have all re-united with you friends for, of course, they are very important in your life, and in your school life as well. The staff and I will all work to give you a great year. Are we ready for another great year at Temple High? We you make us proud? Will you show the other schools that we are the best?”

A roar of approval went up from the jam packed gym bleachers as Principle Palpatine stopped for a moment in his Welcome Back speech.

Obi-Wan Kenobi was one of the few people who were not giving into the presentation. Just another rally for another year. It was the same every time. He ran a hand through his sleeked back copper hair and returned his attention to his schedule. Math AP, English AP, History AP, Spanish 3, Chemistry AP, and Sociology. Another six subjects to get As in. Though he had no idea how he would survive pre-calculus AP and Chem. AP but it wasn’t like he had a choice. If this was what he needed to do to get into Harvard he would do it. Even if it killed him. He was sure his parents would tae no less. There wasn’t any such pressure from them that he could stick a finger at but he was sure that they expected it of him. Just like his step father, who was like a real father to him since he had never known his biological dad whose family name he carried, expected him to be the best on the fencing team.

But then what was pressure to him? He had lived with it for what seemed like forever to the point of barely noticing it. He just wished Garen and Bant would stop telling him that he never had any fun. He had fun. Learning was “fun.” Though everyone else’s idea of sun seemed to be going to a party and getting drunk he preferred a nice quite evening at home with an intelligent book in hand.

A/N: Well if you'ce gotten this far you just as might comment right? Lol...anyways all reviews are highly appriciated and loved!

alley_skywalker @ 2007-02-09T20:04:00

2007-02-10T04:15:43Z

"Vadar is that sense you get that the guy across the restaurant from you is probably a Sith." – Drabba.

Yup, that was the quote of the day!

Force! Haven’t written normally for so long. Well not that much has happened. I survived the end of the first semester and I am still comfortably on the honor roll with a 4.0. of course my mother demands more and more from me…*sigh* Nothing is ever enough for her it seems.

GSA was rather fun this last Wednesday, we had a big meeting and everything. OMG…so funny…so someone kept prank calling Christina’s cell and Tommy answered with the following: “This phone is in my pants. Every time you call this number it vibrates…so keep calling this number!” I almost died! There was also a nice long lead up to this which made it even funnier.

Eh…took three tests (Spanish 2, Algebra 2, Euro History AP) today so I’m crazy tired. Thank god we have a three day weekend now.

We’re reading Night in Lit… really depressing unit…

Mom and I were thinking on going to Disney Land on Moday if the weather turns out ok...

\Oh...and I think I'm gonna be going w/ a few friends on a ski trip in early March...that should be interesting...I've never skied before so this should be an...eh...informative/educational experience.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY masterglory!

2007-02-08T01:39:34Z

Happy birthday masterglory!!!

Best wishes and lots of love, hon! I hope you have a wonderful day full of happiness, love, and lots of lovely slashyness ; ) *hugs*

The folowing entry is NOT for Obi-Wan fans! You have been warned...

2007-01-21T01:49:32Z

Umm...I'm in my hater mood today I actually submitted a membership request to a Obi-Wan-haters community here on LiveJournal and am impatiently waiting to (hopefully) be accepted! Its so hard to find those who are tired of ll the Anakin hating and those who hate Obi-Wan and think he was a real princk...
Well since I'm in such a hostile mood today I just had to give of some reasons for WHY I hate the little prissy.

WARING: the following rant is NOT for Obi-Wan fans.

Oh gosh...there are so many reasons that I hate him for. Or maybe its only a few complex reasons I don't know. Well for one he is just too "Jedi." Especially how some authors like Stover make him out to be so "perfect." Now he may have been a perfect Jedi but far from a perfect person.

1. He's just...so cold. He could never let Anakin in no matter how much Anakin loved him and tried to be his friend. Its better in ROTS but at the first sign of danger Obi-Wan blaes and hides behind the Code. Yes, I'm talking about Mustafar here as well as anything else. This brings me to my next point...

2. Heartless and well...does the guy even know the meanings of words like loyalty and friendship? I understand why Anakin never trusted Obi-Wan with his darkest secrets like his marriage -- he was too afraid Obi-Wan would rat him out to the council...which he probably would do.* When he went to Mustafar he didn't even try to find out WHY Anakin turned. So yes Anakin screwed up, screwed up big time, but hello! This is, supposedly, you're best friend we're talking about. If you really CARE about him then why not TRY to do something instead of provoking him with accusations and the starting a fight. (Obi-Wan was the one to ignite his 'saber against.) Then he left Anakin to burn. That's what I call heartless. He could have at least finished the job. I think a quick death is a much more preferable fate then burning alive.
Obi-Wan’s the guy who knows everything about duty but doesn’t know the first thing about loyalty. And I just can’t respect that. .

*3. Suck up. Seriously! When the council says "jump" Obi-Wan jumps! What's up with that?

4. Hypocrite. "Only Sith deal in absolutes" that's what he tells Anakin after ANakin says "if you're not with me you're my enemy." Well isn't Obi-Wan doing the same thing? Fighting Anakin because Anakin isn't on HIS side. Many wold say its because Anakin was on the 'evil" side but since when are good and evil NOT a POV? Alos, aren't Jedi suppose to be oh so forgiving, compassionate, etc? Well leaving Anakin to burn alive wasn't exactly compassionate!

5. Liar. That speech to Luke about a “certain point of view” was such BS. He totally lied to Luke about his father leaving the boy so unprepared for the awful truth when it DID come out. Also “You were my brother, Anakin, I loved you!” Why do I have SUCH a hard time believing that? Now even saying that it’s at least partially true…still! If you loved him so much, Obi-Wan, then WHY didn’t you ever SHOW it?

6. his behavior in TPM was appalling! He was selfish, immature, and inconsiderate. I mean seriously, he was jealous of a nine year old child! Another thing is that he told Qui-Gon that Anakin was dangerous and etc, ect, ect, right in front of the boy! (If you watch the scene on the landing platform right before they go back to Naboo, you’ll notice that Anakin heard it all). He’s not exactly making the kid feel any more welcome,

7. The line “Dreams pass in time” seriously bugs me. It’s just so cold and…agh! I mean Anakin’s looking for comfort. Understanding, and sympathy. Not another dogmatic Jedi platitude!

alley_skywalker @ 2006-11-20T19:10:00

2006-11-21T02:10:03Z

Well today was rather boring. I have history homework which always sucks... The good part if that I got over 2000 words in tonight for my NaNOWriMo project. I'm also half way done with an update for a fic of mine called Facades. It's one of those AU/Parody types... SW goes to HS! Lol.

Hmm..interesting stuff.. Walpapers! I'll just post links here for kicks and gigles.

Obi/Ani

http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f397/Alley_411/Canyoufeeltheloveonigh.jpg

Jedi (With Obi/Ani front and center)

http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f397/Alley_411/Jedi.jpg

Qui

http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f397/Alley_411/Qui-Gonwallpaper.jpg

Obi

http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f397/Alley_411/Kenobi.jpg

Ani (featuring the Padme Ruminations scene in ROTS)

http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f397/Alley_411/Anakinsunsetscenewallpaper.jpg

"For Your Love"

http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f397/Alley_411/Foryourlove.jpg

A pretend movie poster...

http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f397/Alley_411/Poster.jpg

Yes I'm aware that there is a typo in the Jesi wallpape. I've just been too lazy to fix it.

Gomenasai

2006-11-21T00:56:29Z

This is posted in the Ewan/Hayden comm but I decided to put it up here too :)

Title: Gomenasai
Author: Alley_Skywalker
Genre: Angst, Romance, Songfic
Paring: Obi/Ani
Rating: PG
Summary: Dring his time in exile on Tatooine Obi-Wan has plenty of time to indulge in memories, regrets, and "what if"s.
Disclaimer: The boys and SW in general belong to George Lucas. The song Gomenasai belongs to TATU.

What I thought wasn't mine

In the light
Was one of a kind,
A precious pearl

I never wanted him in the beginning. He had been nothing but a nonsense. A desert child, another pathetic life form, a distraction. I was jealous and that jealousy blinded me. Blinded me to his warm blue eyes, the way he looked at me in such a heart breakingly trusting way, the way the Force swirled around us. I was blind to realize that Qui-Gon hadn’t left me a burden but a precious gift.

When I wanted to cry
I couldn't cause I
Wasn't allowed

I still remember it now, so vividly: standing by Qui-Gon’s funeral pyre and trying desperately not to cry. What would Yoda say? I was a Jedi. I shouldn’t cry. I should rejoice for Qui-Gon was now a part of the Force.

In the days that followed I wished for comfort. If I had to go through this I simply wished I didn’t have to face it alone. Anyone’s comfort. Even his. But I wouldn’t let him see my weakness. I wonder if he ever knew.

Gomenasai for everything
Gomenasai, I know I let you down
Gomenasai till the end
I never needed a friend
Like I do now

Maybe I had been too harsh on him. Maybe I simply needed to relax and let the boy in. Maybe that was one of my fallers. It was so hard to let it go, to open up, to forgive and forget. I needed a friend. I think he knew…but was too scared. Too scared that I would push him away. Why do I always do it? Why couldn’t I let anyone in?

What I thought wasn't all
So innocent
Was a delicate doll
Of porcelain

I thought he was dangerous. I watched his every move as he grew in front of my eyes. I watched as the small curious boy grew into a lanky and slightly unstable teenager. I could feel our bond strengthen with every tough mission, with every trial we went through. So why did I refuse to believe in what we had?

I kept in the back of my mind, for so long…way too long even, that he would be a threat if mishandle. So I dedicated myself to trying to teach him how to let go. I thought that he was dark and moody and brooding and therefore needed a shake up. Maybe he was just fragile.

As the days dragged into weeks and those into months and those into years my padawan was no more a boy but a tall young man.

When I wanted to call you
And ask you for help
I stopped myself

I often wondered what was happening to me. Why did it feel so much better to be around him when I knew that I couldn’t possible have any feelings for him, it simply wasn’t possible. I refused to believe that. And yet…and yet…

Ventress…that hadn’t been fun. Even after a week of being back on Coruscant the aching of my body constantly reminded me of those months. When I would wake up in the middle of the night because of the plaguing nightmares I wished that I could simply curl up in Anakin’s arms. Why not after all? Anakin was only in the other room. How simple it would be to call out to him. And in reward? A feeling of complete safety. But…I couldn’t. I knew where this was going and I wouldn’t let us go down that rode.

Gomenasai for everything
Gomenasai, I know I let you down
Gomenasai till the end
I never needed a friend
Like I do now

I’m not surprise that Anakin knew about my nightmares and after the fourth one he came into my room and settling on the edge of the bed took me in his arms. I simply wish…I simply wish I hadn’t pushed him away.

Oh, Anakin, I’m so sorry. But denial was all I had keeping me sane.

He didn’t understand of course. There was nothing wrong with the gesture, even platonically speaking. But I simply… I couldn’t. If he touched me then, if he had held me in that gentle protective way of his…I wouldn’t have been responsible for my actions.

What I thought was a dream
A mirage
Was as real as it seemed
A privilege

As the Clone Wars dragged on and on it became harder and harder to pretend there was nothing there. We never talked about it. Looks and shy but brave touches once in a while was all that spoke of our love.

I remember finding Anakin standing out in the rain one night and I went to him. “Why are you out here?”

He opened his eyes and looked at me. “It helps me meditate. Things feel more real in the rain. Nothing feels real anymore. Is anything real anymore, Obi-Wan? Or is everything lies and motives?”

I took his hand in mine and intertwined our fingers. “This. This is real.”

“If only you’d let it be…”

Oh how I wish now that I had.

When I wanted to tell you
I made a mistake
I walked away

Our last goodbye was before I left for Utapau. There had been this feeling. Like things needed to be said. Like this was my last chance to set things right. I was tired of the hinting and denial. Would it really be so hard to say “I love you” especially knowing that he felt the same?

I walked away once but Anakin called me back. “obi-Wan! May the Force be with you.”

“Goodbye, old friend. May the Force be with you.”

And Anakin…I love you I added to myself as I did the bravest, or most cowardly thing in my life: I walked away.

Gomenasai, for everything
Gomenasai, Gomenasai,
I never needed a friend,
Like I do now

Now here on Tatooine I think back on those years. On all those times I could have told him. Strange to think that just three simple words could have changed the fate of a whole galaxy. It might be hard to believe but I believe it.

I have only one regret: that I never told him. Not for the galaxy’s sake but for the sake of Anakin and Obi-Wan and what we could have been.

alley_skywalker @ 2006-11-19T19:31:00

2006-11-20T02:31:18Z

Personality quizzes are fun! Hee! Just did a few of them right now!

Went to the beach today w/ the 'rents. Ate a big hamburger there...for a while I felt all bloated lol.

I still have lots of stuff to write for my NaNoWriMo project and History essays. Yay for procrastination!

I'm thinking of taking a nice long shower tonight, longer then my usual rushed showers... Maybe some good fanfic ideas will come to me...maybe something slashy and kinky. Lol.

I do realize that I'm out of my depressive mood somewhat...'cept now I'm in my "who cares about homework?" mood which isn't a good thing. More fuel for procrastination. But I do have to say that that walk on the beach did me some good. lol.

Hmmm...maybe I'll make myself a deal…once I'm done with those awful essays I can work on my Obi/Ani vid! Yay! I still don't know how to make cuts from DVDs. Its impossible to get my dad to show me... there's never a good time to approach him with that sort of thing. He gets pissed at me easily IDK why...just like that I guess. Not that I TRY t push his buttons. I think he favors my brother...eh w/e. The 'rents and the padawan (my brother that is) are all out at Vons or something. I stayed home...of course...hate stores. I'm like allergic to them or something lol. Maybe I'll post something actually worthwhile later tonight.

Something Special (Obi/Ani fic)

2006-11-18T06:10:31Z

Title: Something Special
Author: Alley_Skywalker
Paring: Obi/Ani
Raiting: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, sadly. George Lucas does so go bug him.
Summary: Obi-Wan doesn't know what it is about Anakin. But it's something. Something special.
Notes: Four words, my friends: short, sweet, painless, pointless. Comments, as always, are loved!

There’s something in the way he smiles. There’s something in the way he laughs. Obi-Wan doesn’t know what it is but it’s something. Something special.

There’s something in the way his eyes sparkle when he’s flying full speed through the crowded space lanes of Coruscant. There’s something in the way his eyes are so captivating when their eyes meet. Obi-Wan doesn’t know what it is but it’s something. Something special.

There’s something about the way he says, “No one will ever hurt you. I promise.” There’s something about the way his voice is so calming and the way it sends shivers up one’s spine. Obi-Wan doesn’t know what it is but it’s something. Something special.

There is something about the way it feels when their hands brush past each other carelessly. There’s something about the way the shortest embrace in the name of friendship can be the most desired thing. Obi-Wan doesn’t know what it is but it’s something. Something special.

There’s something about the way his body is so perfect, especially when he’s doing katas. There’s something about the way his hair looks so soft in the dying sunlight. Obi-Wan doesn’t know what it is but it’s something. Something Special.

There’s something in the way he feels about Anakin. Obi-Wan doesn’t know what it is. But it just might be love.

Gay Rights

2006-11-15T01:36:32Z

"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable
seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
-- Ernest
Gaines

We would like to know who really believes in gay rights on
livejournal. There is no bribe of a miracle or anything like that. If you truly
believe in gay rights, then repost this and title the post as "Gay Rights". If
you don't believe in gay rights, then just ignore this. Thanks