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What do you mean we could have had a Ben Solo movie?!?!?!?! What do you mean Adam Driver himself worked on a script?!?!?! What do you mean LucasFilm wanted it?!?!?! What do you mean there was an amazing director, Steven Soderbergh, on board?!?!?! What do you mean Bob Iger is the reason we don’t have it?!?!?! Why Force, why!!?!?!😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
Happy May the 4th everyone! Featuring the disaster trios of every trilogy (and reluctant members) :]
Happy 10th Anniversary Star Wars: Episode VII - The Force Awakens (release date : December 18, 2015).
Hey peoples, I've decided to watch/rewatch whatever Star Wars media I can get my hands on (in chronological order).
I keep seeing people either Absolutely Love or Seriously hate the Sequel trilogy, so...
What's the Consensus?
I adore the sequels
I liked them (Canon)
I liked them (but not canon)
Neutral (Canon)
Completely Neutral
Neutral (Not Canon)
I disliked them (Canon)
I disliked them (Not Canon)
I despise the sequels
I LOVEEE FINN AND POE AND REY AND KYLO AND HUX AND ALL OF THEM LEGIT
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The wind whipped through the emerald hills of New Zealand, carrying the scent of sheep and the sea. Qui-Gon Jinn, a wiry man with a faraway look in his eyes, adjusted his worn leather jacket. He wasn't comfortable here, on this planet, so far removed from the Republic he knew, but this was where life had led him. He turned to his two young apprentices, Obi-Wan, his face earnest and determined, and Akiri, a bright spirit with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Come, my padawans," he said, his voice a low rumble. "There is someone I want you to meet."
They walked towards a small, weathered cottage nestled in the valley. As they approached, a woman emerged, her hair the color of moonlight, her eyes filled with a quiet wisdom. This was Tahl, a Jedi Master who had found solace in the solitude of Earth after the horrors of Order 66.
Qui-Gon stopped. "Tahl, these are my Padawans, Obi-Wan and Akiri."
Obi-Wan waved nervously, while Akiri offered a hesitant smile. Tahl returned the gesture with a gentle nod. She looked from Qui-Gon to the children, a faint smile playing on her lips. "I was wondering when you'd bring them around, Qui-Gon. You have a habit of collecting strays."
Decades later, in the heart of rural Auckland, a similar scene played out. A beat-up pickup truck rattled down a long dirt driveway, kicking up dust as it went. Anakin Skywalker, his youthful face now etched with the lines of experience, and Ahsoka Tano, her vibrant energy barely contained, climbed out, their expressions a mixture of guilt and excitement.
"Don't get mad," Anakin blurted out, looking towards his mother, Shimi, and the wise Kel Dor Jedi Master, Plo Koon, who were tending to the small garden.
Ahsoka added quickly, "It's not what it looks like."
They led the way to the old barn, its weathered wood whispering tales of generations past. Inside, Obi-Wan, now a seasoned man who had tried everything in his power to keep this from happening, was patiently trying to teach a group of identical men dressed in ill-fitting civilian clothes how to use a garden hose. These were the clones, Rex, Cody, and the rest, survivors of the Clone Wars, haunted by the atrocities they had committed under Palpatine's command. They had crash-landed their battered ship in the Skywalker's backyard a week ago, and Ahsoka had insisted on taking them in.
Shimi's eyes softened as she took in the sight of the clones, their faces etched with remorse. "They need our help," she said softly, already reaching out a hand to Rex. Plo Koon nodded in agreement, his breathing mask whirring softly. Qui-Gon, who had been silent until now, watched the scene unfold with a mixture of emotions. He still held a deep-seated unease around clones, but he couldn't deny the pain in their eyes.
Years passed, and the cycle continued. In the same Auckland farmhouse, twelve-year-old Luke Skywalker stood nervously beside his twin sister, Leia. "Please don't get mad," Luke pleaded like his father before him, his blue eyes wide with apprehension.
Anakin, Padme, Obi-Wan, and Ahsoka followed the children to the same old barn. Inside, they found Han Solo, a cocky kid with a mischievous grin, Chewbacca, a towering Wookiee with a heart of gold, Mara Jade, a fiery redhead with a sharp wit, Galen Marek, a quiet, brooding boy with a hidden power, his robot companion proxy, who was currently in a heated battle with a wench and lightsaber welding r2,and a nervous looking girl named Ciara o’mallory, who was contemplating asking these living legends if she can borrow their phone to call her parents. They were a ragtag group of misfits, each with their own unique story of hardship and loss.
Anakin's chest swelled with pride. "This is my boy!" he exclaimed, clapping Luke on the back. Padme chuckled, shaking her head. Ahsoka grinned, thoroughly enjoying Obi-Wan's exasperated sigh.
Obi-Wan just closed his eyes and sighed, realizing the irony of the situation. He couldn't say a word without sounding like a hypocrite. Anakin and Ahsoka exchanged knowing smirks.
Finally, generations later, in a bustling apartment complex in New York City, a young Ben solo stood beside his siblings and cousin and looked to his parents and said, "It's a funny story, really."
Across the hall into the garage, where the familiar scent of motor oil and possibility hung in the air, were Rey, a bright-eyed girl who was constantly tinkering with broken electronics, Finn, a gentle soul with a knack for mechanics, and Poe Dameron, a daring pilot (to himself at least) with a mischievous grin. They were all kids who, for one reason or another, needed a home, a family.
Han and Leia exchanged a knowing look, a shared history of unconventional adoptions and unwavering compassion flashing between them. A smirk played on their lips. The Skywalker/Solo family had a habit of taking in strays, a tradition passed down through generations, a testament to their boundless hearts and their unwavering belief that everyone deserves a second chance.
“The Fate of Ophelia” is so reylo
