#tired space dad
Star Wars: Episode VIII — The Last Jedi (2017), dir. Rian Johnson
Ben. By Amelia Lola.
The dead speak! The galaxy has heard a mysterious broadcast, a threat of REVENGE in the sinister voice of the late EMPEROR PALPATINE. GENERAL LEIA ORGANA dispatches secret agents to gather intelligence, while REY, the last hope of the Jedi, trains for battle against the diabolical FIRST ORDER. Meanwhile, Supreme Leader KYLO REN rages in search of the phantom Emperor, determined to destroy any threat to his power…
Nothing but respect for these dads
I can’t understand why anyone would ever want to live in the Star Wars universe
I really can’t
your life is uprooted every 20 years in galactic-scale wars caused by a neverending blood feud between two tribes of space wizards
choose your preferred form of government:
a) laughably ineffectual and corrupt bureaucracy b) fascist dictatorship controlled by space warlocks c) exploitation by evil crime gangster who is probably also a slug
there are no other choices, sorry
“Hey have you heard from Gary? He hasn’t answered my emails for weeks”
“Oh yeah, his whole planet got blown up by the genocidal cyborg sorcerer who controls our entire military”
“But Samuel, what if I am one of the space wizards???” Let’s examine your options:
- abducted as a baby and raised by monks, then die a 35-year-old virgin at the hands of a goddamn robot with tuberculosis
- hunted down and shot to death by grunts in stupid helmets because space wizards are illegal right now (again)
- go through a goth phase, then your eyes get all yucky and one of the monks finds you and cuts your head off
- end up in a cult led by some evil wrinkled assface in a bathrobe who shoots lightning at you when he’s mad
Also most of the wildlife seems to be ravenous carnivores with tentacles and/or 6-inch teeth and every urban area has roughly 6,942 assassins per square kilometer
True or False? You have 90 minutes to complete. (insp)
requested by @ladytharen
on a scale of luke skywalker to jaime lannister how well would you deal with losing your right hand
or, on a scale of luke skywalker to jaime lannister how well do you deal with latent sexual feelings for your sister
or, on a scale of luke skywalker to jamie lannister how well would you deal with your dad being an utter bastard with unresolved issues about the death of his wife
or, on a scale of luke skywalker to jaime lannister how well would you deal with the fact that your nephew is a complete and total douche
a stormtrooper makes a vine account completely dedicated to documenting every one of kylo ren’s tantrums
When I was a little girl, I used to play Star Wars on a playground near my grandparents’ house with my two older cousins, both of whom were boys. They had a choice: They could be Han or Luke or Darth Vader or any X-Wing pilot or any Stormtrooper. I could be Princess Leia. I’m not saying that was a bad thing or that I even wanted a choice back then. I think even now—if given a choice to pretend to be any female character ever created—I’d still choose Princess Leia. But maybe other little girls playing on playgrounds wanted a choice. And the only other choice they really had (besides being a dancer in Jabba’s palace—and no one wanted to choose that) was Luke’s Aunt Beru—who dies at the beginning of A New Hope—or Mon Mothma—who gets one exposition-heavy monologue that lasts about a minute and is never really seen again.
Even after the prequel trilogy came out, choices were limited for little girls who wanted to pretend to be Star Wars characters. Padme was a strong leader, but she wasn’t the main focal point of the story. There were some female bounty hunters and politicians, and even some female Jedi—but they never received the kind of focus that made kids really take notice of them in a way that became part of their imaginations and aspirations.
After The Force Awakens, things are different. Little girls have a choice now. They can be General Organa if they want to be a fierce leader of the Resistance, they can be Captain Phasma if they want to play the villain for a little while, they can be Maz Kanata if they want to be a wise alien creature, they can be any of the many female military leaders (on both sides of the conflict) and X-Wing pilots shown throughout the film, or they can be Rey if they want to go on their own hero’s journey.
As I watched Daisy Ridley own every bit of her screen time as Rey, I kept thinking about all the little girls who will see this movie in the coming weeks, months, and years. I thought about the little girl who one day—years after this trilogy ends—will be introduced to these movies by her older cousins and will play out Rey’s story on the playground with them by her side. And when she plays out this story, she will be the hero, and it will be the boys who are part of her story—not the other way around.
Today at Nerdy Girl Notes, I wrote about The Force Awakens, playing on playgrounds, and why diverse representation matters. (WARNING: THIS POST CONTAINS MAJOR TFA SPOILERS!)
Everyone who’s seen Star Wars should read this. It’s such a wonderful summary of (one factor of) why I loved the film so much. It certainly didn’t push an “agenda” or directly address gender, race, anything. But yet it showed the complexities so well, showed so many kinds of people being so many different things that maybe we don’t usually see. But we should see these things.
How crazy is it that such a fantastic, quite un-normal movie can serve to normalize our reality?
So many times a female heroine has had to first face the “you can’t do it; you’re a girl” battle before she ever meets a true foe.
How refreshing was it that Rey’s girl-ness was never part of it.