It’s interesting because Star Wars continues to evolve and George when watching that scene, he really liked it, but then he went “Uhhh, we have to take that scene out.” “Why, George?” “Because the Sith can’t become ghosts. That’s not what they do. They’re so concerned with their corporeal existence, and wealth, and power that they can’t think beyond that. They don’t think about the afterlife. That’s why they’re all afraid to die. That’s why they’re always trying to figure out how to cheat death.” […] So that scene was cut. But that’s the cool thing about The Clone Wars. It’s the last George Lucas produced Star Wars. And there’s so much you can learn about that mythology by watching that show very carefully.
[Have you ever said “Don’t you know who I am?”] “Only at every meeting I’ve ever had with a casting director. Seriously, though, I’ve never said that and nor would I dream of doing so. My family would disown me and my mates would punch me if I even came close to saying that.”
Well, if there’s a bright center to the universe, you’re on the planet that it’s farthest from. I see, sir.
You can call me Luke. I see, Sir Luke. Ha ha. Just Luke.
Beautiful smiles on their victory celebrations
Greetings, honorable Jabba. I am Senator Amidala of the Galactic Congress.
Greetings, Exalted One. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Luke Skywalker… Jedi knight
All eyes on them… The Mysteriousness
Confronting the Hutts. To help/rescue someone beloved by them: Padmé to Anakin and Luke to Han and Leia.
First, resort to dialogue.
I was hoping you and I could resolve this dispute and broker a treaty… between the Republic and the great clan of the Hutts.
I seek an audience with Your Greatness… to bargain for Solo’s life.
and if it does not work …
You will regret this, Ziro!
You should have bargained, Jabba. That’s the last mistake you’ll ever make.
…with a lightsaber (like dad says)
Their bond with Anakin
… deep and intimate
Luke. Son, come with me.
But there’s also disappointment and pain
I don’t believe you. I can’t.
That’s not true. That’s impossible!
I have brought peace to the Republic. I am more powerful than the chancellor. I can overthrow him. And together, you and I can rule the galaxy… make things the way we want them to be.
You’re going down a path I can’t follow.
Join me… and I will complete your training. With our combined strength we can end this destructive conflict and bring order to the galaxy.
I’ll never join you!
Stop. Stop now. Come back. I love you.
While Anakin offered them the power to rule the galaxy together, they offered him a choice instead…
Come away with me. Help me raise our child. Leave everything else behind while we still can.
Come with me. Leave everything behind.
Always remains the goodness and a strong sense of hope.
You’re a good person. Don’t do this.
I know there is good in you. The emperor hasn’t driven it from you fully.
There’s good in him. I know. I know there’s… still-
There is still good in him.
But why must you confront him? Because… there is good in him. I’ve felt it. He won’t turn me over to the emperor. I can save him. I can turn him back to the good side. I have to try.
Especially when it comes to Anakin, whom they accept and love despite everything
And him to them. For only they could make him smile again … bring him back to the light.
You may never met your mother Luke …
Leia, do you rememberyour mother… your real mother? Just a little bit. She died when I was very young. What do you remember? Just images, really. Feelings. Tell me. She was…very beautiful. Kind… but sad. Why are you asking me this?
I have no memory of my mother. I never knew her.
But you have so much of her.
Padmé’s will lives on his son. Her love travels Across the Stars.
I get so lost in the giddy delight of the OB fandom and how much I love all the characters that I forget how incredibly stressful canon Orphan Black actuallyis the first run. And then I see teasers and am immediately like, oh no, holy shit, chest pains. I cannot believe I have spent four years of my life with Cosima dying at a varying rate of speed. My nerves are basically shot by now.
Ok because I keep seeing people complaining that Keith’s development took a step backward and are blaming bad storytelling for sweeping all the progress he made in S3 under the rug. I think you are all missing a really important part of the puzzle here.
There had been various comments recently made by staff that Keith and Shiro were going to have a conflict and there would be some level of a “power struggle” arising between them. It didn’t end up being a huge plot point this season so maybe this is something that’s going to deepen in a future season. But to be honest, I think we actually already saw it. I think that power struggle has everything to do with why Keith essentially backslid this season.
It started just the tail end of S3, when Shiro first returned. (1) That awkward moment in the control room when they both stepped up. (2) The arguing about what to do during the final battle. (3) Then early in S4 when Keith literally pleads with Shiro to go after Lotor, to which Shiro responds by ordering Keith to do as he says (something Shiro has never done). There even seems to be a progression of severity in how Shiro shuts Keith down.
And why? Shiro is the one who keeps insisting Keith is the one true Black Paladin. He literally tells Keith “your team needs you” but then turns around and continues to undermine Keith’s authority.
Shiro is just sending some seriously mixed signals.
I don’t think it’s intentional by any stretch. On the one hand, I think Shiro sees that greatness in Keith and knows Keith is capable of amazing things. He’s always been on Keith’s side. Please don’t take this as me saying Shiro is out to hurt or play mind games with Keith. That’s obviously not the case.
However, I think Shiro is also very protective of Keith. I think he’s having trouble letting go. I think he has refused to consider or think about how Keith may have grown and evolved during the time he lead Voltron without Shiro. Because Shiro doesn’t know what they all went through. I think Shiro looks at Keith and still sees him as this talented but inexperienced, possibly troubled, student back at the Garrison. I think Shiro is stuck seeing Keith how he saw him pre-kerberos, whatever the nature of their relationship may have been. And I think that stagnant view of Keith has directly lead to Keith’s current frame of mind.
And not to sound like a broken record on this but this is exactly why the lack of clarity in the passage of time is so, so, so frustrating. I mentioned it in this post, but if we believe Shiro was gone for 6-9 months (which is my personal estimate based on a number of things) that may mean Keith was actually leading Voltron longer than Shiro which has some major implications in itself. Seriously. This is important.
With that in mind, I can’t blame Keith for being confused. I can’t blame Keith for thinking he has no place on the team. I can’t blame Keith for acting erratically and becoming misplaced. I can’t blame Keith for simply stepping down instead of co-leading with Shiro (which I think may be what Keith actually wanted – that seemed to be what he was attempting to do at the end of S3 as they were literally sharing the BL seat in the control room).
So it’s not that Keith suddenly forgot how to be a good leader. Keith is just not willing to fight Shiro for the position. He’s letting it go.
Somehow I had literally never noticed until the Rebels panel at SWCE that Hondo’s hat is damned tricorn.
Well played, Hondo. Well played.
It’s less obvious in his TCW helmet (it’s distinctly more a helmet than a hat, though both are hybrids, really), but those same principal lines are there:
I guess he’s just that much more of a pirate now. Or desperate to give the most piratey impression possible now that he doesn’t have a jazzy fall collar. Which is probably very much the case in reality as the budget is so limited in Rebels that all costumes are fitted and streamlined (except for, y’know, Vader. Thanks Vader.) In TCW Hondo’s entire silhouette screamed pirate with the boots, the high-waisted bell-bottomed trousers and was effectively an armed cutaway frock with the hugest fall collar a pirate could buy. Now, they have to cut that down and find the quickest and most direct visual marker to say ‘pirate’. And so, they took his helmet and flattened it out to create more of an overtly tricorn space hat helmet thing. (Also character appropriate since he’s lost everything. Good job, Hondo. In TCW he was a pirate, but they were almost militaristic in their piracy like, y’know, when he attacked some farmers with a tank.)
NEXT, BEFORE THE BEGINNING, POV (u can choose my dude)
NEXT — the next line. meaning i will finish the sentence I’m on and write a new one, which you’ll get.
For the ObiSavage Marriage AU, wherein Obi-wan is telling Anakin that Palpatine was the Sith Lord:
“Yes.” Obi-wan almost whispers. This doesn’t feel like the sort of thing to speak aloud; the fair-haired child Anakin in his memories is staring him down. “And you’re one of the most powerful recorded Force-users in centuries. And we never suspected that…” His throat tightens. “Oh, stars, Ani. I’m so sorry I ever let him near you.”
Over the long-distance comm line, he hears Anakin breathe raggedly, and give a noise that starts as a sob and ends as a laugh. “You haven’t called me that in years, Master.”
BEFORE THE BEGINNING — three sentences (or more) about something that happened before the plot of my current project
before the beginning of the world has no place in our bed:
“Get me up,” Satine rasped. “Get me up there, Obi, now- they need to see me-”
“They bloody don’t, you have a stab wound-” Obi-wan fussed, but almost against his own will his arms and hands obeyed her command and held her weight, let her use him for support as she clambered onto the ruined palace’s balcony.
He watched in awe as she shouted and swore in passionate Mando’a, screaming to a crowd of her people where they were gathered over a soldier. Farmers and butchers armed with scythes and cleavers, tradesmen trying to protect their families from the instigators of this ruining war- but they stopped, at her voice. At her word.
Satine Kryze, clad in her under-armor suit (now ripped and torn, after a year of constant wear) and a patched-together skirt, the stab wound at her abdomen crudely bandaged, shouted herself hoarse from what had been her family’s palace. And they listened. What had been a half-mad mob was now a crowd of frightened people, only looking to protect their children from a thousand years of near-constant war. They were starting to hear her voice, her message that she had cobbled together between from years of pain and loss, and a few months of learning Jedi philosophy.
Obi-wan heard the Mando word for peace what felt like a thousand times, and his heart rejoiced and despaired; knowing that she was succeeding. Knowing that when she did, he would never see her again.
POV — something that’s already happened, retold from another character’s perspective
(this is hard cause 90% of my work is not published, i just let people into my documents all the time lmao. oh well.) here’s Obi-wan and Maul’s meeting from the world has no place in our bed, but from Obi-wan’s POV.
The young man turned, clearly overstimulated in the flashing lights and high music. Obi-wan didn’t blame him- he didn’t like it much either- but he had to wonder how one got pushed all the way to the back of the club with such obvious difficulty with the intense stimuli.
He had to shout about three times to get the Zabrak boy to look at him, and when he did, Obi startled for a moment- he was incredibly striking. The contrast between the patterning on his face, an indeterminate color under the shifting lights, and his softly-glowing eyes was beautiful. Not to mention the wide-open look of shock on his face. Obi-wan had never much gone for the doe-eyed type, but he was so pretty in his obvious lack of experience.
“Do you need to go outside?” He shouted. Around them, the dancers still gyrated; the other boy stared at Obi-wan’s face, but his body jerked away every time he was brushed by another living being.
The boy shook his head. Obi-wan read his lips, easier than hearing; I cannot hear you, he said.
Obi-wan gestured to the back door, an escape route he’d found to be quite convenient on a high-speed chase through this same bar. It led to a maintenance hallway, and then outdoors.
He had to try very hard not to pry at this strange young man with the Force. It was so natural to him, living in the Temple, to connect to someone’s mind on a surface level- to see the basics of who they were. It was strange not to do so. To go in completely blind. But that surface connection would be felt, even by someone Force-null. And the whole point of coming out here was to not be a Jedi, if only for a few hours.
So he turned, and saw the Zabrak step in, case the tiny hall, and step to the side of the door. It was done so fast and naturally that it almost didn’t strike him as strange, but he knew a combat behavior when he saw one. This strange Dathomiri boy- because that was clearly what he was, the red-and-black markings and the reflective eyes that he could see better in the low light of the hall than the flashing chaos of the bar.
(It was about a year later that Obi-wan reminisced on this night, and realized- he hadn’t been caught, that night, when he fell asleep on Maul’s chest. No, it had been here- when Maul pressed his back to the wall, and looked to Obi-wan as though he were the most important person on the planet. Those shining gold eyes, wide-open and almost pleading with stress and frustration and a strange, deep pain.
Obi-wan had always been a sucker for the lost and the hurt inexplicably left in his care.)