-bahorel won a flower shop in a fight. He does not remember who he won it from or why he was fighting, only that he also won the guy’s snazzy waistcoat
-bahorel does not know how to run a flower shop and refuses to acknowledge any of the legal side to running a business
-he puts a cryptic ad in the paper looking for a manager, and Cosette is the only person who replies to it
-he and Cosette run the store together and make each other flower crowns on their breaks
-Cosette rides a motorbike to make deliveries. Bahorel uses a tiny old fashioned horse and cart (don’t ask he won it in a bet)
-the rest of the Amis are amazed when they find out giant, buff, tattooed Bahorel works in this tiny place
-he and Cosette make everyone flower crowns on their birthdays
-she will fight anyone who tries to diss their shop like seriously sometimes even Bahorel has to hold her back
-God help anyone who angers them both
star wars suggestion: literally nothing bad has ever happened to obi wan kenobi. he lives somewhere peaceful and quiet and he is surrounded by his friends who love him and would never betray him. he is happy
It’s no surprise that Jessika Pava—the first female X-wing pilot, and the first Asian woman with a visible role in Star Wars—has struck a chord with so many people.
She combines two of the greatest strengths of The Force Awakens: the carefree badassery the film inherited from original trilogy, and the intentionally diverse casting choices that opened Star Wars up to a new generation of fans. (She’s also one half of the fandom’s most popular femslash ship, paired with Rey.)
Star Wars fandom has a long tradition of turning minor characters into beloved superstars, and if Captain Phasma is the new Boba Fett, then Jessika Pava is definitely the new Wedge Antilles.
Shout out to all the amazing fanartists who contributed to this story! There’s lots of awesome Jessika Pava art out there.
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He’d get out the car, start locking up when he hears a disgusted snort. He turns and some snobby woman with a fake Prada bag and a sneer on her face is eyeing him.
“People like you make me sick,” she spits.
“Madame, I am a doctor, I assure you I do entirely the opposite,” he replies with a polite, albeit tight-lipped smile.
“That’s a parking spot for the DISABLED, of which you clearly are not!”
Joly, never once taking his eyes from the woman’s, rolls up the left leg of his jeans, detaches the prosthetic and, with the precision of a professional athlete, lobs it at her face.
Bossuet and Chetta come to pick him up from the shopping centre security offices and he just grins at them, as they shake their heads and are like “Fuck sake Joly, not AGAIN!”