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okay i ruined your life but did you not have fun? exactly relax
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I think even funnier than Anakin being a Big War Hero is if he was like. The Temple’s resident tech guy. Cal or Kanan find out who Darth Vader is and they’re like ‘the guy who reset my password???’
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not to be dramatic or anything but interstellar is really one of the most beautiful and touching examinations of human existence... geniuenly i think there's so much to be said about what human beings are all about and all the ways we're ugly but the way interstellar says yes people can be evil and do stupid things because they're scared and they're selfish and mean but also it all boils down to a dad that promised he'd come back for his daughter and a daughter that believed him. yeah. i feel like this is beautiful. i think this is what humanity is all about
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We've always defined ourselves by the ability to overcome the impossible. And we count these moments. These moments when we dare to aim higher, to break barriers, to reach for the stars, to make the unknown known. We count these moments as our proudest achievements. But we lost all that. Or perhaps we've just forgotten that we are still pioneers. And we've barely begun. And that our greatest accomplishments cannot be behind us, that our destiny lies above us.
INTERSTELLAR 2014, dir. Christopher Nolan
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interstellar (2014) said yeah space is cool, physics are cool, but you know what's cooler? love. love is the coolest thing of them all. and y'know what? it was RIGHT.
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rewatched interstellar tonight and. humanity is saved not because we allow ourselves to be emotionally distant and rational and logical and care for the greater good, humanity is saved because of love. because one guy loved his daughter enough to communicate with her over space and time and she loved him enough to understand. the idea that there is a future humanity out there that is looking back at us and saying I love you. I love you enough to bend a dimension you do not yet understand to save you. Everything is about love.
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Take Padmé Amidala, for example, whom I trusted to craft her own tragedy, and so she did. Even the virtuous will compromise their ethics in moments of fear. The question is never if they will betray themselves, but when, and how soon. Thus, a life spent fighting tyranny still launched an empire; how ironic that the legacy of the Republic's greatest champion would be my reign.
From "Then Fall, Sidious" by Olivie Blake in From a Certain Point of View: Return of the Jedi
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Because being a Derry Girl, well, it's a fucking state of mind.
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THE QUOTES 😭😭😭
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People died. Innocent people died Granda. And they were someone’s mother, father, daughter, son. Nothing can ever make that ok. And the people who took those lives, they’re just gonna walk free.
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♫ we’ve come a long, long way together through the hard times, and the good ♫
DERRY GIRLS (2018-2022)
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god. it’s just. it’s dreams by the cranberries. it’s the montage of them all voting yes. it’s orla’s little smiley face in the box. it’s the live footage of the troubles. it’s erin’s speech. it’s the way that the last shot is of grandpa joe and anna jumping together out of the voting hall. it’s the sheer symbolism of youth and age being joyful and hopeful together. god.
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[video description: a parrot perched in a cage while 'caramelldansen' plays. the parrot looks around but doesnt move until the end of the clip, where it flaps its wings to the beat, like the appropriate dance of flapping your hands over your head]
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"Why The Last Jedi Isn't Just Bad - It's Toxic" by M. Krasava
DISCLAIMER: This editorial was originally published on Scavenger's Holocron, a sadly-now-defunct Star Wars news site. I feel like it's a tragedy to have it deleted from the Internet and only accessible to dedicated parties who know about it via the Wayback Machine, so I'm reposting it here as a form of greater preserveration/availability.
Currently being regarded as the most controversial Star Wars film to date, fans of the popular franchise seem to have settled into two groups: this is either the best Star Wars film ever made, or the worst. Cinematically speaking, the movie has stunning visuals and a great cast of actors, but that’s not the problem.
The problem is that while The Last Jedi is being branded as the most feminist Star Wars film to date, its “feminism” seems like a cheap marketing ploy to appeal to a wiser audience and downplays some of the key problems within the film itself: it’s built on a foundation of sexism, misogyny, and racism. In other words, if you’re anything other than a white male, this film isn’t made for you.
And director Rian Johnson hasn’t exactly been shy about his opinion regarding the film’s white male villain, Kylo Ren. Rian told Empire Magazine that, “We can all relate to Kylo: to that anger of being in the turmoil of adolescence and figuring out who he’s going to be as a man.”
The only problem is that we can’t. Despite Rian’s insistence that this film is about the “transition from adolescence into adulthood,” Kylo Ren is already a well-established adult with a history of bad choices. We know from the canon Star Wars novel Bloodline, written by Claudia Gray, that Kylo Ren was at least 23 years old when he destroyed Luke’s Academy. At this point, he’s already an adult capable of making his own choices.
The film reveals that the final push towards the “dark side” was when Ben Solo awoke to see Luke standing over him with his lightsaber while he was sleeping. Without considering the possibility of a miscommunication, Ben Solo brought the roof down on the last Jedi, and then systemically went about converting or eliminating the rest of the students in Luke’s school before burning it to the ground. From there it can be presumed that he officially took on the role of Snoke’s apprentice, dubbing himself Kylo Ren as he joined the ranks of the First Order.
The problem is that it doesn’t matter. There’s nothing relateable about being a white adult male who decides to sign up with a Nazi organization and the very premise that we should try to have sympathy for such a character is chilling, especially when you consider that he murdered Han Solo not more than a week prior in film time.
(PUTTING THE REST UNDER A CUT)
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‘You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same.’
Theyyyy more art of them again. I think about how tragic they are almost ever hour.
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dr who’s on first, doctor strange is on second and doctor house is on third. theres no way theyre getting through a single inning
so who’s on first?
That’s right 👍🏻
that’s strange
No, he’s on second.
Well how’s he on second if he’s on first?
No no no, House is on third. Second base is Strange.
Well this whole darn thing is strange but what I’m asking is who’s on first?
Naturally.
Who?
Naturally.
So Naturally is the first baseman?
No. The first baseman is Who.
Well I don’t know that so how’s about you tell me?
House is on Third.
I’m not asking you about third base I’m asking you about first base.
Who’s on first!
This is horrible
Dr Horrible is the pitcher, not first base
That’s not what I’m asking about! No!
Dr No is in the outfield, but let’s not worry about them right now.
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hi abi!! partners in crime au with swcw characters of your choice please <3
from this prompt list
“I can’t believe you used to live here.”
Obi-Wan sighs. “That was a long time ago.”
“Still,” Padmé says. She looks up at the towering ceilings in wonder. “The Jedi Temple. It’s gotta —”
“Did you miss the part where we are breaking-and-entering?” Obi-Wan whispers. “A situation like that generally calls for some level of silence.”
“No one in this wing of the building is even awake.”
“There are many nocturnal Jedi, Padmé.”
They continue quietly down the long corridor. It appears Padmé is right. They don’t pass a single sentient being — which makes Obi-Wan have a bad feeling. It shouldn’t be this easy.
“Do you remember the combination?” Padmé asks, once they've stopped in front of the door.
“I don’t need the combination.”
“Oh, right.” She grins. “The Force.”
Obi-Wan rolls his eyes, but lifts his hand nonetheless. It’s more difficult to do these menial sorts of tasks than it used to be, but he’s more than capable of picking a combination lock. He watches in satisfaction as the dials turn and click into place.
“Show-off,” Padmé laughs, bumping Obi-Wan’s shoulder as she hurries into the room.
The furniture is in the same place it always was. A couch against the window, a chair in the corner. The small dining table nestled between the countertops.
But it looks as if a gundark has moved into the place.
“Stars,” he whispers in horror, looking around the disaster zone. There are grease spills across the floor, droid parts littering the furniture, and —
“No way.” Padmé squints her eyes to better see in the dark room. “Obi-Wan. Is that…”
“That’s a piece of pizza stuck to the wall.”
She begins to cackle in delight and turns toward Obi-Wan. “How’s your blood pressure? Are you alright? Do you need to lie down? It must be difficult to see your old home absolutely trashed.”