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i just rewatched the ep where savage finds spider!maul and can we talk about savage’s main concern with morley was not that this stupid snake led him on a goose chase, attempted to kill him, and ultimately betrayed him n pushed him down a hole, but that that same stupid snake wasn’t taking care of his brother when he should have been? i die
25 star wars asks
skyguyed:
1. do you find force users or non-force users more interesting?
2. which character do you want to be most like?
3. which character are you actually most like?
4. what headcanon will you defend to the death?
5. what planet would you most like to visit?
6. what planet would you most like to live on?
7. who do you hope you never meet?
8. what is one thing you would change about any movie, show, book, etc?
9. have you ever made fanart or fanfic? do you make edits or any other fan content?
10. do you think the jedi were right or wrong?
11. who is the most underrated character?
12. do you care who rey’s parents are?
13. if you could resurrect one dead character, or prevent them from dying, who would it be?
14. what is your favorite alien species?
15. who would you like to bang?
16. which movie/episode have you watched the most?
17. what is your favorite line?
18. what is your favorite star wars book or comic?
19. what’s your opinion on legends/expanded universe?
20. what do you hope will happen in future movies?
21. if you could switch any character’s gender, who would it be and why?
22. favorite droid?
23. what’s your favorite star wars musical piece or theme?
24. how do you pronounce twi’lek?
25. which character do you have a love/hate relationship with?
i hate star wars so, so much. like this post for a starter.
@brightcenter liked for a lairana starter
“Hello!” She chimes, seeing the little Rodian come in. “I was very happy to hear there was a Jedi Padawan who wanted to hear about coding. It’s very nice to meet you. I’m Lai. What’s your name?”
“OH, YES! i’m trying to learn about all sorts of things these days.” after all, when phralmah had the time to just be at the temple, she loved to close herself in the archives and simply learn. ( it was a nagging thought on the inside that she was INCOMPETENT that spurred her forward; as if she had to cover ground to be as good as the REST of the corrupt jedi! ) phralmah extended her supple, scaled hand, smiling as wide as she could with pure enthusiasm.
“it’s really nice to meet you, too, lai! i am padawan learner zap -- but my friends call me phralmah.”
@kyberled gets hondo
“AH - AH - AH, my dear friend! haven’t you JEDI ever heard of the principle of finders keepers? it’s a very ANCIENT rule in my culture, yes, heheh, it is one that us weequay respect DEVOUTLY.” hondo laughs, all the while holding up braig’s MISPLACED lightsaber.
the pirate turned his gaze back to the weapon at hand, examining its features in wonder and pleasure. after a moment, dangerously, he IGNITED it, letting out a string of delighted LAUGHTER at the way the blade glowed and hummed. “ -- and what a nice weapon it is that you have! well, i have. it will fetch a nice price, what with the CRYSTAL inside.”
i hate star wars so, so much. like this post for a starter.
Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith dir. George Lucas
THE RUINED KALEESH rolls his eyes in a very dramatic fashion, saying not without the accompaniment of a GRAVELLY COUGH: “ ------ this is a WASTE of my time.”
exitiumparit:
“Then we won’t talk,” she says next, immediately after, hands held up and a step back to give him space. He doesn’t want to talk? She won’t make him. There’s no part of her that wants to speak about it, either–there’s been debriefing after debriefing forcing her to sort through every violently fractured memory. The last thing she wants to do is talk about it. She’s not fine. Neither is he. She wonders if this is a loss she’ll ever be something so simple as “fine” over. And while she is proud to say she knows Ezra knows she cares about him, she’s wondering more and more about the point of her work if she never lets anyone close. For an hour or two or three, she can stand to not be a general. For an hour or two or three, she can be Ezra’s. “Get in a speeder with me. Let’s get off this base and fly.”
HE’S A LITTLE APOLOGETIC for being so touchy -- it shows in the way his doelike blue eyes dart almost painfully in her direction once more, saying what his lips are both too stubborn and too afraid to -- yet still. he’s grateful that hera is being patient with him, like she (and everyone else) always seemed to be. he was grateful to be around people who considered his feelings in such a way. EZRA MISSED KANAN. ezra missed kanan and he wasn’t alright. those were the two facts that he was sure of.
the worst part was that he wished he could talk to kanan about how to stop feeling so awful about kanan’s death. kanan would know what to say, wouldn’t he? he always did.
jaw set to stifle boiling emotion, ezra nods. he raises his hand in order to rub away the tears that always seemed to threaten to spill whenever he so much as NEARED the topic of the death of his master. soon, he followed behind hera. they could both use some time away. “ -- where are we going?” ezra manages to ask.
hello yes i’m here, i’m queer, i just watched ep 3 again, and i’m here to rant
one thing that pisses me off so, so much about star wars is just the sheer inconsistency of what they want us to think about the power levels of the jedi. they spend so much time convincing us that no, really, the jedi really are extremely powerful, we promise, through showing us how quickly the jedi are able to defeat their main antagonists (maul, jango, grievous, etc., even though the series also stresses how no these villains really are ultra-powerful, we promise, both maul and grievous are supposed terrifying jedi-killers even though the first time we see them in the movies they are killed in the most stupid of fashions in exactly 3 of their 5 seconds of screen time) only to have the jedi also killed in the most stupid of fashions with order 66? and they do the same with their villains by going no really, these characters are terrifying killers! only to have them killed within SECONDS !!!
LIKE? Y’ALL? killed off your main antagonists so fast only to have the jedi die so quickly in such a stupid way that makes the jedi appear to be extremely weak? like, okay, i get that they didn’t see the clone’s betrayal coming, but my homegirl aayla fell before the clones had even shot her ! and kit and the other jedi who went with windu to confront palpatine barely even put up a fight, but were killed by him in the first minute of the fight! i’m so pissed off and annoyed that star wars seems to just throw its characters around haphazardly all the time like this! they go from “the jedi are so powerful that they defeated so and so with ease!” to “no, the jedi were all murdered by their clone friends, trust us on this one”! guh! the plot holes and inconsistency is so real and i’m so pissed that this whole series wasn’t handled better?
dathomiriansavage:
“Brother calm down…. i’ve not done anything to get this reaction from you.”
DEEP SIGH PASSES tattooed lips; maul closes eyes tight, attempts to unwind the irritation quickly brewing in his chest. ( never the best with his temper, this one. ) after a long moment, he shot savage an annoyed glance, voice only containing a SEMBLANCE of composure. it was the best he could do, for savage’s sake! “ -- it is my impatience, brother. do try to keep up with me.”
kyberled:
“That’s exactly what I was thinking,” he agreed, grinning brightly as they walked. There were so many terrible things going on, it’d be a lot better to think about things like this. At least for a little bit. And, hey, he got a laugh out of her! He could at least do that much. Keep her cheered up, until he could figure out some long-term way to help her move past… Whatever was bothering her, before. It might do to find out exactly what was bothering her, before he made any more detailed plans. But, it was good to see her so happy, again. It was nice to feel like a normal padawan again. The constant fighting had worn down his understanding of what ‘normal’ was, so the reminder was much appreciated. He let his shoulders roll back as he entered the gardens. A deep breath was drawn as they walked into the gardens. He sighed through his nose. The air was crisp and clean, filtered through hundreds of growing things that filled the Force around them with a similarly fresh presence. So hugely different from the city outside, and even more so from the battlefields that they found themselves caught up in. Just one of the many reasons that the gardens were his favourite place to be.
He plopped himself down on the grass, folding his legs neatly underneath him. He laughed when she asked him to cover his eyes. But, he complied (contemplated peeking between his fingers, but did not. No need to be a poor sport about it). Then, a touch on his knee. Permission to look? Granted.
“Oh, wow, Phral!” He looked over the spread with a bright smile. He could smell the tea already, fragrant and warm, and he helped himself to a cookie as he picked his cup with his free hand. “Did you really put this all together yourself? It looks amazing!”
“YOU BET I DID!” phral affirmed, her voice a joyous chirp. “ahh, thank you so much, braig. i’m so happy you like it. i -- i don’t know why, but i was nervous that you wouldn’t.” an unspoken: i want, so bad, to be the relief of all your burdens. i want, so bad, to give you a slice of the happiness that i, too, have never had. i want so bad to be your light, even if it’s the only thing in life i ever succeed in doing! smile almost too wide for her face, she took a sip of tea. “for a while, i wasn’t sure what cookies to make or what tea to brew --” she giggled, suddenly, as a memory flew to the surface: “i even enlisted hardcase’s help in baking the cookies, and we ended up with two whole batches of burnt cookies? oh, they looked like coal! and hardcase still ate one! i ended up kicking him off our two-person team, it was so disastrous. i was just worried nothing would turn out right, but ..” she nodded in satisfaction at her success. almost teasingly, she exclaimed: “... i think it did. i got you to smile, so! mission accomplished, braiggo.”
after a moment, phralmah took another little sip of her tea before saying: “i would’ve done something like this sooner, but really ... mmm, i hate to dampen the mood or anything like that, but ... master ‘beru hasn’t been doing well lately. he’s sort of a priority, and all. not that it’s a drag, but!! -- i’m not, not saying he’s a drag.” her lips almost threaten to clarify: i do love him! but she stops herself short, giggling a bit nervously. “it’s just been busy. that’s all. i wish i could’ve done more for all this, truly -- more for you. i always wish we that we had more time than we do.” antennae, along with wide ears, seem to droop a little as she brings the cup back up to her face, sorrow once more peeking through. oh, baby atlas, don’t carry so much!
“I HATE ... SO MUCH ... about the things you choose to be.”
rinnlaochra:
“Yeah, a little bit,” he said, chuckling and shrugging his shoulders. “Certainly a lot more room in one of these ships–however much I love X-Wings, there is only about as much room as necessary.”
“We all have our own things that we bring to the Rebellion, otherwise I can’t imagine we’d all be here,” he said, turning back briefly to finish his checklist as he continued speaking. “I could probably stand to brush up on my blaster training, too, even if I’m usually way above the ground.” After a moment, the comm crackled with their confirmation for takeoff and he finally flipped the switch for the engines. “Hope you didn’t forget anything,” he quipped before lifting off.
“-- I’M PRETTY DAMN FORGETFUL, but i think i’m pretty good at living sparsely -- unless i was supposed to bring my sister along for the ride. if so, i think i definitely forgot something.” a light laugh passes orzo’s lips, a gloved hand raising to sheepishly rub the back of his neck. he loved sariyah dearly, and it showed in the way he grinned; he didn’t like to be away from her too long. ( perhaps it was paranoia from all the years they spent together that made paranoia blossom in his chest at the idea that some sinister person would try to find a way to rip her from his side / but who was to say! )
“ -- so. brecar. you, uh. been flying long?” orzo asked as he situated himself, moving to lay his sword ‘gainst his lap so as to become more comfortable, to cross his legs one over the other, to lean back in his chair a little so as to produce a sickly squeak! it was clear the gentleman was a pretty fidgety guy. gaze flitted to the viewport to observe the stars. “you seem like a natural.”
kyberled:
At first, all he could hear was the ringing in his ears. It was so loud, he could almost swear someone was holding a buzzer right beside his head. He blinked, slowly, sluggishly, then shook his head to clear the haze. It was then that he noticed presence of the Master close to him. Phralmah’s master, Nor’beru. They’d rarely spoken, before, but it was better than waking up alone. …. Waking up. What had happened? … He wrinkled his nose at the smell of smoke.
Oh, right, that.
He rubbed the heel of his hand into his forehead and nodded.
“Yeah,” he called, groaning. He pushed his hands against the ground in an effort to stand. It worked, though he noted through gritted teeth that every muscle in his body ached. It had been a nasty tumble.
Gathering the Force around him, he called out one more time.
“I’m fine. Can you take a few steps back? I’m getting rid of this door.” And, after a pause to give time to move, he shoved the Force outwards.
NOR’BERU NODDED, even though he knew that the younger could not see him, and complied with the request, stepping back into the still-smoking brush he had just cut down with his saber. he watched as braig destroyed the door of the pod and, seeing that the coast was clear, approached. the twi’lek held an ever-solemn expression as he leaned into the mouth of the pod, offering his hand (albeit hesitantly) for the boy to take. “it appears, on the contrary, that you’re in worse shape than i am. let’s have a look at you.” despite the slight kindness of the offer, nor’beru’s voice was as sharp and objective as it always was -- as if everything he ever did was but a formality, nothing more.
nor’beru unwrapped the belt from ‘round his middle, laying it down on the ground. he was not a healer, himself, but he did carry a bit of supplies. his back turned to braig, nor’beru began to speak -- one might’ve questioned if he were talking to himself, yet he sounded too commanding to be. “padawan zap lodged safely with master kenobi,” he remarked. “ -- i can still feel her force connection, not a terrible distance away. she is unharmed.” nor’beru paused in the movement of his hands, if only to throw a keen glance over his shoulder directed at braig. was it to check if he was listening or to gauge his reaction to such news? “it should only be a handful of hours-worth until we meet up with them. until then, we survive. -- here. take this ration for your strength.”
@exitiumparit [obi-wan vc] hello there!
BREATH IS SUCKED IN, expression steeled ‘gainst emotion that threatened to drown the poor boy! oh, what in his past life had he done to deserve such horrors, to feel his heart almost swallow itself in pain and anger and sadness? no boy deserved to feel this way. ezra recoiled from hera’s consoling hand, whispering through gritted teeth, “ -- i’m ... fine. i don’t ... want to talk about it.” don’t want to talk about jedi mentor, lost. don’t want to think about father, gone. don’t want to be near anyone right now. expression cracked like thin ice; tears welled like a great flood in blue eyes. miserably, ezra repeated, “i don’t.”
enneads:
Jax watched his father warily for a moment when he sat like that, and offered a spot for Jax to sit in front of him. Jax held the shards of the mug close for a moment, then sat down in front of his father with the pieces held carefully in his hands.
Thinking it over for a moment, Jax nodded. He was still learning, but of course his father was, too. It would have been different if he’d been raised among the Jedi, but his dad was better than that would have been, he was sure, even if it meant some sacrifices. And Jax was a bright boy, even for his age–he saw that there were sacrifices.
“I’ll be more careful, next time,” he said, ducking his head as his hair got mussed up. “And maybe you can watch? That way you know what I’m doing.”
“YOU BET, KIDDO. i’ll watch.” lorn consented, a sort of pride twinkling in his eyes. o, to imagine where he’d be had he given his darling son away, his only son! yet still, the man tried not to get too sentimental. clearing his throat, he held out his hand to the boy. “give me those shards, jax, i don’t want you to hurt yourself.” even with a force-sensitive boy as bright as he, oh, he still worried of the mundane dangers!
idly, lorn’s head turned to regard the time of day before he leaned back on his palms, chin tipped upward / brows raised as he looked at his son in a sort of MISCHIEVOUS manner. “ -- say. how about you and i go out and get some dinner, since i don’t feel like cooking? we can get a new mug while we’re out, too. huh, jax?”
