So I’m reading Heir to the Empire for the first time, and in the second chapter there’s a passage that just…really leaps out to me:
“‘Then I’m alone, [Luke] thought, I’m the last of the Jedi.’
[Luke] seemed to hear Ben’s voice, faint, and indistinct, as if from a great distance. "Not the last of the old Jedi, Luke. The first of the new.”“
So, we know that Lucasfilm is drawing from the EU (Han and Leia having a kid go to the darkside, Thrawn’s spectacular return, ect.) So why not draw from one of the most popular Star Wars novels?
What if the title isn’t referring to "the Last Jedi” like in existence, but of the Last “traditional” Jedi. They reference “the balance” between the light and the dark, so what if they’re wanting to create a new order: an order of Grey Jedi.
The balance. Not the last of the old Jedi, but the first of the new…
Who says we have to let it go? It’s the best part we’ve ever known. Step into the future, but hold on to High School… Let’s celebrate where we come from. The friends who’ve been there all along, just like…High School”
You can lead a fan to fanfiction but you can’t make them review
So I’ve been trying to encourage fanfic readers to review/comment more by reviewing and sharing fanfics (Richonne, Zutara, Ichabbie, Sasil, Georglina, Tokka,) and it sadly it’s not working. Perhaps I’m being a bit too impatient, but I just don’t have the time or energy to keep doing something no one seems interested in.
So I will finish reviewing/comment on the fanfics people already sent me, but after that I won’t be taking any more fic recs. I’m sorry. I hate to do this because I really LOVED reading all of your fics, and knowing that I was possibly making someones day by commenting on their fics, but this project seems to me taking up too much of my time when no one else seems interested in participating.
I’m still encouraging people to comment on a ficfic if you like it. It only takes a few seconds to let a fanfic author know how much you like their story and appreciated all of their hard work. Fanfic authors don’t ask for money just a few words to let your writer know that you are enjoying their writing.
Ben and Leslie + roleplay “Then we move to Phoenix and we go undercover as high school seniors. My name will be Hannah Dash; I will be captain of the gymnastics team and the math team, and you will be my foxy friend Jake Mathers, a delinquent with a heart of gold who the system has given up on.”
Never cry. Why ruin your makeup or soak your brand new coat? Just keep it in or transform your sadness into anger. Anger is much more appealing than weakness.
Always chew gum. Blow bubbles, pop it in annoyance, chew it until it grows stringy and thin between your molars. Keep your mouth busy. That way you can’t say anything you don’t mean.
Bite your lip, not only will it attract the attention of the boy who holds his cup way too tight to have any idea what he’s doing with it, but it’ll also split open and your blood will act as a natural lip stain.
Soak your homework in orange juice and force it down your throat. Gulp it down, don’t you dare heave it up. Fill up your stomach with the paper and hope to god you’ll pass chemistry. Who knows, maybe trees will sprout and you’ll finally be able to take in oxygen. It’s the breakfast of champions.
Problems aren’t problems until you acknowledge that you have problems. So what if you drink a little too much on a school night? Who cares if you stand too long at the edge of the look-out point? Just flash them a smile, hike up your dress, laugh a little higher. It’s not running away from the issue if the issue doesn’t exist, right?
Lock your closet, skeletons are only meant to be seen in your health class.
Shatter your mirror, pick up a piece and hold it at arms length. There, now you can control what reflects back at you. Besides, it makes since to look at the individual parts of yourself, you’ve never been whole.
Stand up straight, don’t bow your head. Blue blood may not run through your veins but, unless it spills, no one has to know.
Remember that you’re a forest fire. You have poison underneath your finger nails. You are a wild thing, and wild things can not be tamed.
If you can’t be guaranteed heaven then give them hell.
MY TEARS ARE MADE OF ROSE WATER AND GASOLINE; TAKE A SHOT AND FEEL IT BURN // k.m.
someone left a comment in their tags on my last drawing of the DA girls that just said ‘i love arm’ and ive been thinking abt it for days….. like same… i love arm too. heres some more arm sketches for you