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flowerslut · 4 years

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Request if you want: reylo wedding

note: alright reylos lets go reylos. also I’m discovering that only good at writing them when the entire space aspect is removed from the situation. honest to god I can only spend so much time on wookiepedia researching correct phrases and planets and force abilities before I feel like my brain is going to explode. here’s a simple trope-heavy moment for you (that pointedly ignores a handful of TROS aspects 🤡)

warm feet

She’s pacing when he arrives, but she doesn’t look up to acknowledge him. Instead, she stares at her white shoes; the newest, cleanest things she’s ever owned in her life up until this point.

She’s shocked she hasn’t worn any grooves into the floor yet as she moves. Leia had (bless her heart) provided her with plenty of options in terms of footwear. Thankfully most of them had been flat-heeled. She’d attempted a pair of heels, just to see what the fuss was about, and had absolutely hated them.

Besides, she’s always enjoyed the fact that Ben has to bend down to kiss her. She is not about to make it any easier for him. Especially today. When he’ll have to do it in front of other people and…

Suddenly the same panic that seized her before resumes it’s grip of her.

“Good luck,” she can hear Finn mumble, his exasperation not even hidden now, as he closes the door behind them. Rey concentrates on his force signature as he walks further from the rented room and toward where their tiny ceremony is about to begin.

Well, where it is supposed to begin.

She can’t blame her best friend for being at his wits end with her. She’s never been an anxious person, but for some reason the idea of having to partake in such an intimate ceremony, but with an audience, is sending her into fits…

“It’ll be over in a few minutes,” Ben supplies right off the bat, because he knows why she’s so frantic. He can feel her panic and fear through the force as if it’s his own. Usually, she loves the convenience of their bond. Adores it, even. But today, it’s only fuel for her frustrations.

“It was your idea to make this a,” she searches for the adequate word, but in her frustration finds herself coming up short, “an event!”

His wide, expressive eyes are suddenly confused as he stares back at her. “An ‘event’?”

“Yes! An event!” She’s stomping around the room now, looking for something to busy herself with, but there isn’t much to tend to. Not even any scraps or trinkets lying around to busy her hands with. Suddenly, she wants to pull the screen off the pad by the door, tinker a bit, and lock the two of them in there. Then, she’ll be content.

“This is hardly ‘an event’,” he half-shrugs as he approaches. He steps are slow and even, as if he’s approaching a scared animal instead of his intended. And honestly, Rey feels every bit like a frightened mongrel, ready to flee at the first opportunity. “You said you wanted to do this right.”

“I do,” she insists, fingers fiddling at the white lace on her sleeve. “But this is just…”

“Too much?” He grins crookedly down at her, and despite her anxiety, Rey can’t deny that he looks absolutely beautiful right now.

She finds him beautiful always, and she tells him enough to know where exactly he blushes when he gets flustered. The robes he wears are long, dark, and ceremonial, and as she eyes the layers he wears she wonders how long it will take to undress him later.

He clears his throat loudly, feeling her thoughts begin to wander. “Rey.” She meets his eyes again, and they’re twinkling. His lips quirk again and suddenly she’s embarrassed. “Just a few minutes. And we’re done.”

And the reminder of their waiting guests is suddenly at the forefront of her mind.

“I think I like your first idea better actually,” she suddenly supplies, reminding him of their original plan to simply marry somewhere quiet, only themselves and no one else. But then she had felt poorly. There was no way they could exclude his mother. And it would feel wrong to marry the love of her life without her resistance family watching.

It would feel like a betrayal to abandon them and start a new life with the man she loves, especially if she had to do it in secret. She’s tired of hiding, and of living half-way. She wants to do things right, and unashamedly, and with Ben at her side.

“The hard part is over,” he reminds her, finally approaching her, pulling her into a warm, firm embrace.

And he’s right. Loyalties shifted. The war is won. Ben had spent three long, hard years atoning for his crimes. Rey had fought the same amount of time for his freedom. And now, almost five years after the final warship had fallen from orbit, she’s going to marry him.

She turns in his embrace, allowing his arms to shift around her. Gripping his forearms tightly with her own, she leans back into him, letting his love surround her. When his right hand drifts, pressing softly against the swell between her hipbones, she feels complete and utter happiness begin to warm her from the inside out.

“Cold feet?” He mumbles in her ear as his hand caresses the small bump.

She shakes her head and hums, leaning back against his chest. “Warm.” Pulling his opposite arm tighter around her she realizes that this is where she wants to spend eternity. In his embrace.

“Soon,” he presses a kiss to the side of her head and she nearly groans in disappointment when he begins to pull back. “Our guests are waiting.” She finally looks back up at his face and frowns at the amusement that’s taken over his expression. “All eight of them.”

“This isn’t funny.”

“It’s very funny. You can crumble an empire through sheer strength and power but can’t face a small group of friends without freezing with embarrassment.”

“Ben,” her tone is warning.

“Is it that bad, to kiss me in front of your friends?” He’s outwardly grinning now as he teases her. “You don’t exactly have to, you know.” His hand finds her stomach again and caresses it. “The proof of it all is right here.”

And if she’s being honest, the tiny life growing inside of her is causing her to fear a little more strongly today. Because while her friends know she’s marrying this man—after all, they’re there—only Finn and Leia know about the baby. And that’s only because they can sense it.

“It’s going to be okay.” He sighs as he lifts his other hand, caressing her cheek with the same tenderness that he uses to cradle her stomach. “You’ve never cared what anyone thinks,” he reminds her kindly, “why should today be any different?”

Because of the finality of everything. Because of the fact that this union between them means something. Because the proof of their love is growing beneath her ribs for all to see. Because his mother is so excitedly awaiting this moment.

Rey can list dozens of reasons why today is different. But at the end of the day, Ben is right. It’s going to be okay.

He’s never lied to her before, she reminds herself. Today will be no different.

“Okay,” she nods finally, inhaling deeply as her eyes close and she concentrates, focusing hard enough to expel all the nervous energy from her system as she tempers her breathing. “Okay.”

Before she opens her eyes, she feels his lips press a ghost of a kiss against her own. She smiles as he presses their foreheads together and her eyes flutter open.

“I love you.” It’s a promise and a confession and a breath of air, all wrapped in one. His joy makes him look younger, and for a moment Rey finds herself wrapped up in what-ifs. But the idea lasts half of a second. It doesn’t matter what would’ve happened had they found each other earlier, or if they hadn’t been on opposing sides of a war, or if he’d turned earlier.

What matters is what lies ahead. And as the growing life inside of her flutters, she sighs blissfully. “I know,” she sighs.

Because she has a family now. And they’ll always be there for her. And they’ll always come back to her. And that’s all that matters now.

#reylo #my writing #this was SUPPOSED to go in the queue but oh welll!!#too late now #reylo fanfiction

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if-weshadows-haveoffended · 4 years

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Harana - Padawan!Obi-Wan x Reader

A/N: Man I really sat on this wip for 3 whole ass years. OBI-WAN AND INFINITE SADNESS? I DON’T KNOW HER. I ONLY KNOW TEA AND MIST DIFFUSERS. There are some sneaky references to Casablanca in here and a section of Anne of Avonlea.

Harana in the rural Filipino tradition is the act of courtship by serenading (with guitar) and often has the serenadee to respond back in kind (also with guitar). Often your bros would help you woo a girl by being your back up players and singers. Imagine Romeo and Juliet balcony but with significantly more guitars and second-hand embarrassment. Also the wookiepedia entry on music is absolutely WILD. (Reposting bc tumblr hates me and the tags were broken)

Title: Harana Tags: @fangirltothe-end , @hellotherekenobi Words: 1650+ Masterpost: here (x) Prompt List: here (x) Mixtape Archive: here (x) The Obi-Wan Kenobae playlist (x)

Perhaps you’d foolishly consider yourself a hopeless romantic.

It just seemed one of those days: sunny and the breeze just a touch warm, the scent of Ithorian roses and Sachi blossoms drifting upon it as you spent a day idly reading upon the balcony of your apartment. Somehow it was as if nothing could go wrong. Not spilling your tea all over the counter, not making your bath far, far too warm, hells not even the dozens of unopened messages on your comm could ruin the quiet serenity you were feeling.

And you may as well enjoy it after all, this reprieve from the tedium of study would only last for a few more days. You’d spent enough time watching holo-movies and idly playing music upon your old guitar as it was. It was time to finally work through that pile of reading you had always intended to get to.

The sun was slowly descending beyond the rolling hills at the horizon and you were well into your bookchip now. A story you felt viscerally, had read and re-read so many times and yet you yearned and pined and loved alongside the protagonists of the story. You would always smile, feeling your soul alight as your eyes traced the words upon the screen. Perhaps that explosive, violent love was never for you. The ones they showed in holodramas where the lovers would dramatically meet at the docking bay for one last passionate kiss. A confession and a farewell all at once. No, you ached for something quieter. Something as constant and warm as sunlight.

‘Perhaps, after all,’ you read, ‘romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a Jedi knight flying down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music; perhaps… perhaps… love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship- ’

You were suddenly pulled out of your reverie at the sound of footsteps and the murmur of a voice.

“Who’s there?” Your hands gripped at a small blaster in the folds of your dress in reaction to the sudden sound, eyes frantically scanning the deceptively serene balcony. Datapad in hand, you slowly made your way to the wide stone ledge. Carefully brushing off fallen blush-coloured petals you precariously leaned over, checking for any assailants below the ledge. Granted it was a stupid idea, but it was worth a shot anyway.

What you hadn’t been expecting was a young man sitting on a balcony ledge below, quietly singing to himself as he stared out into the far distance.

Kriff abort mission, no, nooooooo….nah... nope can’t do this.

You really couldn’t, he looked far too peaceful with one leg tucked under his arm, the other lazily over-hanging his ledge as half-lidded crystal eyes stared out to the peaceful idyll of distant lakes and hills. And yet, you were still there, half-falling off your ledge and staring at this boy as if you’d been ordered to memorise his appearance in order to assassinate him in the marketplace tomorrow. But something tugged at the back of your mind as you took in his relaxed robes in a sort of cream colour, the brown cloak discarded carelessly upon the balcony floor and what appeared to be a braid peeking out from behind his ear-

Oh no, oh kriff… oh kriff, kriff.

You were unaware that the Jedi were even allowed to sing. You’d always been taught that they were a hermit-y sort that didn’t do the whole singing-and-dancing-and-women-and-drink-and-wine-and-merriment sort of thing. Probably spent their free time herding shaak and the like.

But clearly you were very, very wrong.

He was a wonderful singer. His voice carrying the romantic yet mournful tune that you must have heard somewhere before. Was it a play? No, it must have been one of those sweeping holo-movies that always seemed to make every being in the room cry as the battered cantina owner lamented the return of his lost love. What was it? He’d refused to have that song played ever again? And yet he did, drinking whiskey, a single tear falling down his noble features. They’d always have Correlia, he’d say, assuring himself that he truly was fine and not crumbling apart within.

And that young man was still singing the tune, and you… you were simply transfixed at his beauty and his serenity, wondering what other power in the galaxy had blessed him so with coppery hair that glistened just so under the blaze of the setting sun.

“Hello there!” He turned suddenly and cheerfully waved to you.

There were many things you would tell people in the future about that time you first encountered the famous General Kenobi; “The Negotiator”. His kindness, his laughter, his smile…What you wouldn’t tell them, was the absolute mess you’d made of yourself while you fell off your balcony ledge and onto your tiled floor.

Like a complete and absolute ass.

Oh and your pad had tumbled off the marbled edge and cluttered upon the tiles of the Jedi’s balcony.

But it was alright with the coppery-haired piece of shit, apparently. He was profusely apologising and bounding up with his magical force powers to stand upon the narrow ledge on the other side of the stone balustrade.

“Are you alright?” He tilted his head in confusion, padawan braid swinging against his chest. You felt your mouth open and close, but you doubted anything escaped. “It appears your pad has smashed itself into smithereens.”

“I-I,”

“You can speak Basic, can’t you? If not, I can translate into-” He offered very quickly,

“No, of course I can speak Basic, I was just…” Gingerly, you prised yourself off the floor, dusting down rumpled skirts and staring at the odd Jedi. “You’re a wonderful singer,” you blurted.

“Well thank you,” He replied, a little flustered, a hand moving to fiddle with his cute little nerf tail.

Cute. Cute? Kriff, you’d only been talking to the boy for the last thirty seconds. Surely this was a new record.

“I didn’t know Jedi sang,” You rambled on and you simply knew that heat would be pooling up in your face for the boy to see-

Oh no, it was fine, he was turning a rather charming shade of pink too. It only seemed to get worse, didn’t it? Oh of course, of course he was cursed with dimples. You really should have just cut your losses and fled.

He laughed, swinging a leg over your balustrade and sitting upon it. “Oh we sing sometimes, my master says it drives him up the walls. But I am sorry, I’ve been terribly impolite. I’m Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padawan learner.” He held out a hand and you took it, shaking it as well as you could given your dazed circumstances. You were pretty sure, however, that you at least managed to give him your name.

“Well, Y/N, however can I make this up to you?” He gestured to the mangled, metallic remains below. “It is more or less my fault and-”

He still had not let go of your hand, and despite all common sense, you found no reason to let go. How could you? Obi-Wan (you had the sneaking suspicion it would roll off your tongue) continued rambling and you merely stepped away, your hand fighting to remain in his until you were too far, finger tips brushing against a calloused palm.

“Wait here,” You said, placating the concerned look that had passed before his face. Your feet traced the path through your room, eyes frantically scanning for the sight of warm Kashyyk wood before hefting it into your hands and quickly returning to the waiting Jedi. You noticed with some amusement that he’d balled his hands into the sleeves of his robes. “That pad was old anyway,”

He raised a sceptical brow, “Your face certainly said otherwise,”

“It doesn’t really matter. I’d read that story enough times to recite it in my sleep.” Heart pounding in your chest you mustered the courage to sit beside him, transferring the guitar to his awaiting arms. “Do you play?”

“A little. It was an elective.” He responded, “I’m sure it’s nowhere near as good as you,”

“Flatterer.” You briefly met his gaze, transfixed by their colour. Like a lake mirroring a cloudless sky. And you knew that you were lost. “Well, I’ve been starved for someone else to play with.”

“Have you now?” His teasing was going to be the death of you.

“Yes, now go and be all chivalrous and play something wonderful.”

“Any particular requests?” He asked, focused upon adjusting his hands upon the frets, fingers outlining the ghosts of chords. “Well?” He found your eyes once again, the answer slipping from your tongue faster than you could have ever expected.

It didn’t matter in that moment that a bemused Jedi Knight sat a floor below, basking in the comfort of the living force and the gentle sound of singing above him. It didn’t matter that he should really be bundling that boy off into their ship and off to debrief a council that would be mildly irritated at his choice to delay their return by a day or two.

All you knew- all you were consumed by- was the feeling of your fingers sliding their way along metal strings to familiar positions, passing a well-loved instrument back and forth and exchanging laughs as you missed notes. And if your hands lingered for too long upon his as you performed yet another exchange, you didn’t care.

No, all that mattered in the universe right now was the sound of your voices carrying the half-remembered tune of a song you both loved. And perhaps, just perhaps, this was that shaft of illumination you had hoped for.

#obi wan x reader #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan imagine #star wars x reader #star wars imagines #prequel trilogy #ewan mcgregor

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irrfahrer · 1 year

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Wookiepedia on Spore Bombs

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A spore bomb was a weapon created by Ho'Din terrorist Ort Hoogra-D'En. He used it to spread bioweapons he created from various plant spores. He set off 5 bombs, including one that killed 45 people at the Bombing of Syndaar Military Prep School. It used tamack spores to spread a highly infectious disease. Infection happened almost immediately, and death usually occurred in a few hours. The disease was spread by contact or inhalation, and was treatable through total bacta immersion. It had a blast radius of 40 meters.

Tamack The Tamack was a poisonous fungus native to the Ho'Din colony Anemcoro. The Tamack contained microscopic spores which, when released, were extremely dangerous and infectious. When released, tamack spores remained active for thirty minutes without a living host. The infamous Ho'Din terrorist Ort Hoogra-D'En was able to modify the spores to be infectious for three hours without a host, increasing their effectiveness. Symptoms of tamack spore disease included shortness of breath and high temperature. Death typically occurred within hours of infection. The spores could infect by contact with skin or by being inhaled. Anyone infected was contagious and could infect anyone within a dozen meters. Tamack spores were only found on Anemcoro and were extremely rare following that planet's devastation. They could only be found on Pallaxides, where Hoogra-D'En was able to plant viable specimens for study and later bio-weapon production.

Ort Hoogra-D'En Ort Hoogra-D'En was an infamous male Ho'Din terrorist wanted by the Galactic Empire. Despite his anti-Empire feelings, he had no interest in joining the Rebel Alliance. Born on Moltok, Hoogra-D'En grew up with a keen interest in plants. He eventually moved to the Ho'Din colony Anemcoro to study the vast exotic plant life there. He was forced to depart Anemcoro following the near-complete destruction of the planet by Imperial forces involved in a dispute between two neighboring planets, eighteen years before the Battle of Yavin.

Hoogra-D'En swore vengeance for the loss of so much exotic plant life on his adopted home and began to prepare to unleash his fury on the Empire, specifically Imperial interests in the Outer Rim. Over the next few years, Hoogra-D'En relocated his operations to the planet Pallaxides and built up a network of allies, including a male Human named Tergeth Dilorr, a Bith merchant named Babel Senjorg, and several Aqualish mercenaries who made up the bulk of his forces.

On Pallaxides, Hoogra-D'En was able to cultivate samples of the plant life he rescued from Anemcoro and used these in his operations. Tamack plants were the most important component to the creation of Hoogra-D'En's spore bombs. Tamack spores were carefully harvested periodically from the plants and placed inside a metal container. Once activated, the spore bombs released the microscopic spores into the air and began infecting anyone in the immediate area. The spores stayed active for three hours, an improvement from the spore's normal thirty-minute lifespan. Nothing less than full bacta immersion could cure an individual of the Tamack spore plague.

Hoogra-D'En also used a water plant called Fahla to hide his base on Pallaxides from any orbital scans. Eventually, Hoogra-D'En's attacks in the Outer Rim became too bold when he unleashed a spore bomb on the Syndaar Military Prep School on Syndaar. The father of one of his victims, System Sub-Commander Jared Brojtal, organized all of the sector forces available to him and began a massive manhunt for the terrorist. Eventually, Hoogra-D'En's base on Pallaxides was located by Brojtal's forces and bombarded.

#inspiration #bless wookiepedia #a yes more space botanists beeing menaces to the empire #and use starwars galaxy extensive plant-lore #probably a a lot mroe unhinged Ziv with a less strict moral code could be like Ort #inquisitor!ziv probably but regular ziv is always mcuh too mcuh of a healer

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boldmistakes · 5 years

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9, 23, 39, 41, 51

from the same ask meme!

23. Name a fic you’ve written that you’re especially fond of & explain why you like it.

41. List and link to 5 fanfics you are currently reading:

Already answered here.

9. What are the best things about your current fandom?

Okay right now I’m writing for 2/3 fandoms so:

Glee/Seblaine: Great community, small yet dedicated, a canon I love and still a shocking bunch of new material to devour. Some very talented writers! *winks @ you* … It’s been 5 years now since we had anything new and we’re still going! Love y’all! And also much love to the Glee fans in general who remain, we are minor yet mighty! I’ve made so many connections and art thanks to you!

Star Wars: Great gowns, beautiful gowns. Ahem. Other than #jokes and lovely edits the fandom doesn’t impress me much, but there’s a fic/art for everything and some really amazing works out there. And Wookiepedia is more entertaining than most shows.

Knights of the Old Republic: Yes, this is separate from SW lol. Another small yet dedicated community running on scraps, but always creating. I don’t really vibe with most of them (so het …) but it’s just neat to see them still going and discussing the games.

39. What is you greatest strength as a writer?

Hmm. Humour and prose. My characterization is overall strong but I sacrifice it for the #jokes sometimes. I am very good at writing to the tone of a series and for fanfic and original stuff exploring ideas no one else has.

51. Rant or Gush about one thing you love or hate in the world of fanfiction! Go!

Soulmate AUs! Joking, joking.

Something I hate is the way author bias gets in the way of writing genuine stories. Look, we all hate certain characters, but you have to acknowledge that often the characters you’re writing don’t and making your fic a bash-a-thon degrades the integrity of those characters and your own writing. Like? What’s the point? Write some meta if you want to get it out. Or make it an explicit rage fic not aiming to be anything but venting.

Now I’m not saying you can’t write about characters you love growing away from people or institutions you find toxic. I do this myself, obviously. But aim for nuance. Set aside what you, as the third-party viewer with your complete and thorough knowledge and your natural fannish reactions feel to focus instead on what the characters think, feel, know, and experience. Make it honest and genuine. This doesn’t just apply to your faves, either. Apply it to the things you hate as well. Everyone has a story.

Only then can you write something natural, fully developed, and, you know, good.

Connected to this: FTLOG, do some research. A fic doesn’t have to be drenched in knowledge, take your liberties, but there are some things so. wrong. that a simple Googling could inform you of, and they can and will take me right out of fics. Even worse if it’s in direct defiance to SOMETHING IN CANON. Not all of us have encyclopedic memories for media. Doesn’t mean you can’t hit up a fan wiki. Stop being so cocky and assuming your perception and remembrance of events is 100% accurate. Stop relying on fandom stereotypes too.

Like okay, maybe you hate the Jedi Order, but take some time to read up on the factions within irl religious orders, Taoism, meditation, what Existing Without means, and acknowledge there are plenty of things in text that contradict whatever angsty, evil headcanon you’ve constructed.

(… Yes, the levels of geekery I aspire to are far higher than you might have even assumed from my years-long dedication to this Glee sideblog.)

Also, so as to not end on a negative note: I love fanfiction! I love the creativity, the passion, the heights it can achieve. I have fics I reread like they’re my bible. I love reading new points of views on characters/situations I might not have myself. I love transformative works for the same reason I love most franchises that span decades: Storytelling may just be telling the same 7 stories over and over again, but that doesn’t mean it’s boring. Far from it, actually!

So bless all fic writers, even ones who write stuff I hate. ♥

#ask meme #long post ?#my writing #virdant

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blackkatmagic · 6 years

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im so excited about the anakin/obito fic!! how is it going so far?

I'm realizing all the many things i have no idea about in the SW universe. Bless Wookiepedia, honestly. ( I'd throw a snippet at you but i might end up rewriting everything i have right now, sorry!)

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sailtheplains · 6 years

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Star Wars talk - Darth Snookie

Let’s discuss Star Wars.

Okay, I will admit, the countdown on the Rebel transport was kinda cheezy and felt a little forced. But, I did like that Poe seemed to take a real lesson from it (though that brings up the question of why the General didn’t tell anyone her plan when Poe asked her to---that seemed kinda dumb).

The introduction of Rose, I thought, was cool. Especially as a Vietnamese-American actress. I really admire their efforts to diversify Star Wars. And I like that we didn’t end up in another seedy bar but in a casino—because we have to remember, the Star Wars universe is fucking huge. We’ve only seen a tiny sliver of it. So I actually didn’t really mind them taking their little side trip to….wherever the hell that was. To pick up the dude from The Usual Suspects, Benici Del Toro, who I thought was an interesting addition and I wonder if we’ll be seeing him again sometime. He’s a great actor. I feel like it would be a waste to throw away that character.

BB8 returns as well to show us that he and R2D2 are the only fuckmothering Gryffindors up in here.

But the two elements I really loved, was Mark Hamil back as an older, more jaded, Luke Skywalker. And the strange bond developing between Rey and Kylo.

First, Luke Skywalker—because this was what almost got me into an argument with my roommate’s brother-in-law on Christmas day. They wanted Luke Skywalker to remain this legend, a myth. But he didn’t. Because Luke never thought of himself as a legend. He killed Darth Vader, yeah, but he didn’t want to. He didn’t relish it. It wasn’t satisfying to him. Vader was his father. And the Dark Side of the Force destroyed Anakin from the core.

Luke never thought of himself as this “great master”. He was barely trained when he first faced Vader. He was a terrified kid. That fight changed him. When we meet him in Return of the Jedi, he’s clearly grown but still has a tendency to not always plan ahead. Yoda then leaves him, just as Luke is coming to terms with how little he actually knows about the Jedi at all.

Luke was not raised as a Jedi. And Luke correctly identifies it as a religion. Because that’s what it is. He makes a very good point to Rey, that the Force exists whether there are Jedi and Sith or not. All they did was give it a name. The Jedi became romanticized, deified—because its totally true. (Folks don’t like Luke Skywalker being a real human.)

But Luke studied the Force and the way of the Jedi anyway, even after the fall of the Empire and presumably all through Leia’s reconstruction of the galactic government or whatever. He found out about the Jedi temples and the sacred texts—who knows how, really (Wookiepedia, presumably). He gathered what he could to teach those who came to him, including his own nephew, Ben Solo. But the only expertise he had was his own and whatever advice he may have picked up during his very short training sessions with Kenobi and Yoda. (It’s still a little odd to me that Luke and Leia never, like, got together to study the Force or something. She clearly can use it as well.)

So he attempts to train these dozen or so kids, gets spooked by something he sees in his nephew and decides to go get a read on him.

The Light Side of the Force took one look at Ben and was like, “Nope.”

And Luke has a moment where it was instinctive for him to snuff out any Dark that he found, even if it was his own nephew.

That was the turning point. Cue the awkward wake up where Ben, a scared young man, sees his uncle standing over him with a lightsaber and panics. And that was it—everything Luke has put together, dashed in a single night.

Though, of course, Kylo does not explain what happened himself. He simply asks Rey if she knew, and if Luke told her. But he never actually states his interpretation of what happened—except for the bit about thinking his uncle was going to kill him. But he never claims to have killed the other apprentices. Kylo does the same thing about Rey’s parents, claiming to know who they are—and then asking her if she knows who they were. When she says “no one”, he goes with it. So it was hard to tell what exactly he did know about her and what was him probing for information. But more on this later.

Of course, he could have killed his nephew and potentially saved his temple. But he would likely never forgive himself for killing another member of his own family just for the Force.

That was the point. The Jedi had become so stagnant and sterile that, as Luke notes, at the height of their power—Sidious took over the fucking Senate and gave rise to Darth Vader and no one figured it out? Maybe the Jedi and the Sith had become too polarized. Maybe it wasn’t Good and Bad so much as simply Defend and Attack.

Because Luke was not raised in the Jedi order, he was able to step back from it and look passed the façade of myth surrounding the Jedi and Sith. It’s no different from an Atheist getting into a religion and wanting to study it first. So Luke studies and finds some shady shit.

So that, plus him nearly instinctively killing his nephew—and having all that go to shit—he retreats from using the Force. Because the Force is as much a blessing as a curse.

Yeah, the Force is strong in his family: his father is dead, his mother is dead, his adoptive aunt and uncle are dead, Ben Kenobi is dead, Yoda is dead, his friends from back home are dead, he lost his hand, he lost his home, he never knew his sister, he had to kill his father, he nearly killed his own nephew. Was that a religion he really wanted to be part of?

And Luke steps back to look at this religion and way of life and finds it full of holes and bullshit. And after his temple burns, nephew disappears and apprentices are slaughtered….he probably feels pretty fucking terrible. Because again, Luke wasn’t arrogant. He had a lot of doubt. He didn’t believe in himself very much. And he saw that as a terrible failure. Like he destroys everything he touches. Had he driven Ben Solo to the dark side or had Ben gone on his own? And if so, why? How? What had turned Anakin? Luke doesn’t really know. So he turns the blame inward.

It’s actually a very human response. So he leaves Leia to politics and stops connecting to the Force—to get his shit figured out, likely. And after everything he suffered—maybe he just wanted somewhere quiet. He was never a statesman. That was Leia. Ben Kenobi went to be a hermit and maybe he unconsciously followed that example. Trauma will do that to people.

So then this kid shows up with a lot of inherent power and we get a little montage of her following him around, which he grumpily tolerates. But bits of young Luke Skywalker still shine through—he was always a little bit of a smart-ass. More subtle than Han. It’s nice to see that again. (Though when he realized Chewie is there with the Falcon and Han isn’t. I was like, “Oh!” ;_;)

I thought it was a good touch to bring Yoda back and remind us that Luke was just a man. Always looking at the horizon. His mind was never on where he was and what he was doing. And that’s just who Luke was as a person. And he still is. Because he wasn’t a god. He wasn’t perfect. He wasn’t Jesus. He was just a farmer from a dirtball outer rim planet.

And you realize how very young Luke still is compared to Yoda and how much he still doesn’t know and will never be able to know. He was a ‘master’, yes. But only because there was no one else. Compared to other species in the galaxy with the ability to use the Force—he might still be a young man. Just like Yoda addresses him as, “Young Skywalker”

I thought it was actually really cool that instead of blindly following the Jedi Order, Luke steps back and examines it—contemplating whether to change it or just let it die out completely.

And then he decides to come back to the Force to help them. I don’t see what all the Fankids are bitching about. It was some nice character work for Luke, because he has suffered a lot and he never really saw himself as anything special. (Also, I burst out laughing when he brushed his shoulder off. Luke Skywalker throws some bomb shade.)

This brings me to Rey and Kylo Ren. So Snookie takes a page from Voldemort’s book and establishes a brain link between Rey and Kylo—presumably, without the latter’s knowledge—as Leader Snoke seems to indicate when taunting Rey about it.

This leads to some interesting moments that feel….uncomfortable, weird, almost intimate. But at the same time, it’s intriguing to watch them attempt to communicate. She is the more ‘naïve’, I would guess and it’s not a big mystery to say that a young woman who is accustomed to a life of hardship would be made uncomfortable by Kylo without his shirt while also sharing a weird mindlink with him somehow.

But at the same time…she’s trying to learn about him and knowing that he’s Han’s and Leia’s son—and she totally thinks those two are/were cool as shit—she’s determined to try, at least.

Especially after Kylo brings her to Snookie. It was difficult to really tell if he had planned the entire thing or decided on a whim to kill Snook. So it’s hard to say what Kylo’s real goal is. This movie kind of displays what makes Kylo Ren so different from other Star Wars villains. Human Sith are almost always portrayed in the films as menacing, calculated and cold. Kylo is different. He’s the Zuko of this team.

Luke said that Snook had gotten to Ben before he went to check on him at the temple. So how and when did Snook get in contact with Ben Solo originally? How old was Ben when Luke started his training?

So now you have an unstable young man with a lot of inherent power and a lot of rage, frustration and self-hatred. There is just so much of it. Enough of it that Kylo somehow hid his intentions from Snookie.

Kylo kind of gets a lot of shit because he is kind of awkward, almost. Socially, physically, emotionally. He’s so driven and passionate and intense about everything he seems to do. And now that he appears to be in control of the Order….now what will he do? He lets himself give in to the intensity and aggression of the Dark Side. Not unlike Zuko and his chaotic firebending. Only Ben doesn’t have an Uncle Iroh anymore.

So, overall, yeah—some bits dragged, the Resistance thing is kinda meh. How the Senate keeps getting fucked up is kinda crazy—yeah, some of that was pretty thin. But I like what they’re working on with the characters. It could end up being really interesting. And Poe finally meets Rey—which was kinda cute for a minute. I’d like to go see it again to keep examining the details.

#supreme leader snookie #snoke #kylo ren #ben solo #rey #Luke Skywalker #The Last Jedi #Star Wars #spoilers #Rose Tico #Paige Tico #benici del toro #poe dameron

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waitjustaflick · 6 years

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Just looked up ‘Alderaanian flora’ thinking ‘ha, Flick, there’s no way there will be information on this’ and lo and behold, there is a Wookiepedia page devoted to Plants of Alderaan. Gods bless the nerds!

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irrfahrer · 2 years

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Wookiepedia on Norris Root !

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Norris Root The Norris root was rare and beautiful plant native to the world of Almar. A reddish dye could be made from the root which was naturally resistant to energy from blaster bolts or lightsabers. During the days of the Jedi Civil War, a methodology existed for producing naturally energy-resistant Jedi and Sith robes, by deliberately staining them with pigments with the dye of the Norris root.

Norris Robe Norris robes were made from the roots of the Norris plant found on the tropical planet of Almar, supplies of which were generally limited. Ancient Jedi took the roots and made a reddish orange dye from them. The dye made their robes both beautiful, but also energy resistant. This made the Norris robes unique and valuable across the galaxy.

Almar Almar was a tropical planet located in the Elrood sector's Almaran system with beaches, marmaw-inhabited oceans, rain forests, and wide plains of orange grasses. The planet was dedicated to the tourist trade and its surface was called Almar Downside. The planet was orbited by a space station known as Almar Upside, which was considered Almar's capital.

Almar was built up as a tourist attraction; Almar Upside was established with docking bays, hotels, bars and shops in the hope that wealthy residents of Elrood sector would patronize it as a play to relax, play, and spend money. The Elrood sector never flourished as hoped, and Almar became known as a "second-class" planet in the sector due to the fact that it was not on the Elrood-Derilyn Trade Route and therefore saw less traffic.

When the Galactic Empire invaded and occupied Derilyn, the corporation that established Almar Upside disappeared and the computer banks recording the official ownership of Almar Upside were wiped. Over the course of several years, the Alliance to Restore the Republic took control of the station, running it as a seemingly independent space station while secretly using it as a surveillance and listening post directed towards Imperial Interdicted Space.

#oooh! I LIKE THAT!#should I change Zivs colourscheme from yellow/turqise to violet? xxD #inspiration #bless wookiepedia #now I need Ziv to put norris root inher arsnal of plants sh works with <3 #MAJOR INSPIRATION

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