lilyrose225writes
replied to your post “I’m sending another one. SifoDooku rain kisses”
Okay, yo what is the consensus on Dooku’s first name: Yan or Jard?
I don’t know that there is one, and I myself don’t use either of them because to me they feel jarring, and don’t fit my AUs. They work for other people, and that is awesome, and I’ll stick to the name I gave him when looking up names to use for his unnamed relatives. He’s Sannul in my stories.
If I mispronounce your name because it is foreign to my tongue, correct me.
I don’t purposefully allow the accents of your name to fall flat on my tongue like the European English demands or the language to sound chopped and misheard.
If I don’t say your name correctly, don’t shrug and say it’s ok because people have been doing it all your life. Your mother worked hard to name you that name, with all its syllables and apostrophes and hyphens and inflection.
I don’t want to disrespect your heritage, your culture, your great grandmother or grandfather and their struggle.
If I mispronounce your name, forgive me, but don’t let it happen again. Make sure everyone knows your name.
Names are important. A name defines you in a crowd. It is what you hear across a noisy room. A name is something that you can give to other people to mean ‘this is how I am adressed’. It’s important to get them right.
Please, tell me how to say your name, so that I can speak to /you/.
Fresh Off the Boat – “Hi, My Name Is…”
YES
Why Uzo Aduba wouldn’t change her name:
My family is from Nigeria, and my full name is
Uzoamaka, which means “The road is good.” Quick lesson: My tribe is
Igbo, and you name your kid something that tells your history and
hopefully predicts your future. So anyway, in grade school, because my
last name started with an A, I was the first in roll call, and nobody
ever knew how to pronounce it. So I went home and asked my mother if I
could be called Zoe. I remember she was cooking, and in her Nigerian
accent she said, “Why?” I said, “Nobody can pronounce it.” Without
missing a beat, she said, “If they can learn to say Tchaikovsky and
Michelangelo and Dostoyevsky, they can learn to say Uzoamaka.”They can learn
More of Starspun and Wrath. Particularly, today, Starspun getting his name. I’ve the beginning of Wrath getting hers, but it’s not ready for snippeting.
CT-0473 is seven when SC-240, while they’re rewiring a holo-projector to fill the training room with pinpoints of light, says, “Starspun.”
“What?” He glances at her, a small frown on his face, before he returns his attention to the corridor to make sure no one is coming, and to listen for any alarms.
“You.” She hisses a moment when the tool slips. “You’re all threads of blazing fire and howling void. Spun out of stars. Starspun.”
“Huh.” He turns the name over in his mind, considering it from all angles like it’s another visual puzzle. It feels right, and he smiles a moment. “Starspun. I like it.”
“I knew you would.” SC-240 finishes tightening a connection, before wiggling her hand free of the device, and replacing the cover. “I think I have it. Is the corridor still clear?”
“For the moment.” Starspun waves her forward, toward an alcove a bit down the hall, following close on her heels. They keep moving after that, sneaking through the halls until they get to the familiar heavy doors of the training room. The next part is going to be a little more difficult.
“Take the projector.” SC-240 puts her hand on the scanner once he takes it, a frown on her face that puts a furrow between her brows. Doing whatever it is she does – that all her sisters can do – to circumvent the security features that are supposed to prevent them from bringing in contraband, or taking out blasters.
No one comes while they’re doing that, and they don’t pause in the anteroom, going through to the training room itself. Keeping the programs here from doing anything takes a little more effort, and Starspun reaches out in the way she’d taught him, letting SC-240 lean on his strength to keep the electronics dormant.
Another tense wait while she gets the projector set up, and then Starspun and SC-240 can flop down on their backs, watching the stars spin above their heads. Stars that maybe, hopefully, they’ll walk among one day. When the Jedi come for their army.
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