*me, shaking my girlfriend awake at 3 am* it’s pretty fucked up that jar jar is almost solely responsible for palpatine’s rise to power. and how could jar jar have gone from outcast to general to senator so quickly? if he’s really a bumbling idiot, why would he get promoted like that? and how did his speech convince a divided senate to abandon democracy and give palpatine absolute power? the only explanation is that he was using force mind tricks to further the rise of the empire. jar jar is a sith lord. are you awake emily? he’s a sith
Tag: star wars

Update: day 122
still yet to find a heterosexual explanation for the way poe bites his lips after telling finn that his jacket looks good on him
Star Wars, to quote the guy who emailed me, does bring people from diverse cultures and backgrounds together. And everybody of those cultures and backgrounds deserve to be seen on the screen and on the page and in comic book panels. This isn’t a joke. This isn’t glib. This is their lives. Not everybody is you. And as I said before, if you can imagine a Star Wars where Luke Skywalker hates gay people, I got bad news for you, hoss: you watched a different Star Wars than I did. You fell to the Dark Side. You joined the Empire. And I hope one day that Big Gay Luke Skywalker shows up at your battlestation door and he shines his rainbow gaysaber at you and you can do nothing but melt beneath its warm rays of inclusiveness and kindness and you come to realize that love is good and gay people exist and dang, were you a huge asshole.
slides these across desk, just take them just-
oh Darth Maul’s an alien I always thought he was just really committed to his aesthetic
alt ending for return of the jedi
luke: *gazes happily as force ghosts of obi-wan, yoda, and anakin appear* *gasps as another ghost comes into view, wearing a beautiful ornate designer gown*
luke: who… are you?
padme: i am your mother, luke… my spirit lives in on in you, and in your fashion sense.
luke: *overcome with emotion, crying* m-mother?
padme: are you wearing…
luke: the chanel boots? *sniffs* yeah. i am.
padme: *softly* my child…



















