what would you have me do?

Ahhhhh I would love to read your AUs @superherotiger 🤩🤩🤩 also, normally, in my imaginations… they never met pre-DOFP and that Peter was always too preoccupied with Wanda who had no control over her own powers. And then she died. And then Erik’s gonna realize he lost 2 daughters… (3 if we’re counting Anya).

But it’s also emotional if they’d met pre-DOFP and Erik was always too busy that he missed TWICE and didn’t figure out the boy in front of him was his son 😭 Bonus if Peter was captured by anti-mutant organizations before and Erik was too busy saving other mutants than his own mutant son 😭

Omg I love your theories, they're so angsty and that last line gut punched me like 😭

And I would LOVE to ramble about my DoFP Dadneto AU, but I'll put it under a read more to spare any innocent bystanders from the thesis I'm about to write 🤣

so don’t get me wrong because a lot of arthurian stuff is super misogynistic. but it’s never really in the damsel in distress way you expect. like the most helpless damsel is lancelot trapped and crying in a tower, completely useless, until this random girl who made him behead a guy in front of her fifty pages ago rolls up with a pickax and rope and is like “ok I’m minecrafting you out of here.” and this works.

Another direction you’ll see this go is, like… okay, so in Arthurian texts, violence is very much The Province of Men. But women often want violence done for one reason or another, so they’re out there asking knights to fight such-and-such for them & the knights are of course honor-bound to accept under certain conditions, which by genre convention are easy to engineer.

All of this means that one of the standard female roles in Arthurian romance is “quest-giver”. And in some texts, this can drift from “these are damsels in distress and the knights must help them in various ways” to “it kind of seems like the women are the ones who actually know what’s going on & the knights are just being led along to wherever they’re supposed to be”.

It’s still ultimately an example of misogyny and strict gender roles, but it ends up often looking pretty different from the stock “damsel in distress” scenario people expect.

...Is the woman in Arthurian myth who Wants Violence Done but must conscript a man to actually do it the literary ancestress of the modern Femme Fatale? Discuss.

She slipped into my office that night like a demon into the mind of a pious monk, seductive and dripping with heresies. Her gown and headress were of rich silk befitting a maiden, but her eyes were cold and sharp as the executioner's sword, and her lips as red as the apple that tempted Eve. Her legs, presumably, went all the way up, but the aforementioned gown was floor-length, so it's hard to say. Also she'd ridden a horse into the building for some reason, which was quite distracting.

"Sir Knight," she said, dismounting and retrieving something from her saddlebag, "I have a job for you." She tossed a severed head onto my desk.

I peered at the severed head. It had noble features, and had managed to land exactly on top of one of the stains left by previous severed heads. "How did you find me?" I asked. "I swapped my red shield for a blue one; the disguise should be impenetrable."

"The hermit told me where you'd be", she answered in a voice like the bells on a horse's harness before battle.

That tracks. Those hermits are always poking their noses into my business. "How may I serve you, fair lady?" I asked. "I'd kneel, but my armor's gone a bit rusty in the legs."

"The Baron D'Iverjoure has slain my lover," she said, gesturing at the head, the rings on her fingers clinking like manacles in a wicked king's dungeon. "I need you to avenge him."

"I have no quarrel with the Baron D'Iverjoure," I said, knowing as the words echoed in my helmet that I was saying them just for the form of it and I'd end up taking this quest regardless. "I have heard he is an honorable man."

"That may be," said the damsel, in tones as lovely as a reliquary and just as filled with death, "but you took an oath to obey the next lady to ask you a favor, and I'm calling it in."

I silently cursed my habit of swearing rash vows. They always get me in trouble. But you know how that goes. "Your wish is my command, milady."

She nodded and remounted her horse with the help of her two servants who I hadn't bothered to mention before now. "I will listen for news of your success," she said as she left.

That's the way it is with damsels; they always know about the oaths. Even the ones you spoke into a dented chalice, empty of wine, after everyone else had left the feast. And now I've got another quest I can't turn down without losing my honor.

We don’t know much about Luna, but I’m convinced she’s not above making fun of her dad.

it fucks me up that tolkien only died in 1973. dude has the vibe of a victorian scholar who wrote all his manuscripts by candlelight but then you look him up and realise that he knew what color tv was. what the fuck.

Tolkien had personal beef with the Beatles

He actively encouraged Led Zeppelin to write songs based on the LOTR series and considered it an honor

When the current queen of Denmark was young, she made illustrations for his books and sent them to him under a pseudonym. He liked them and they were printed in the Danish version of the book.

WHAT

we talk a lot about the Jedi being the only group of people in the galaxy who consistently see the clones as people. but what if it goes both ways. if clones are little more than droids, then Jedi are the knights out of fairy tales and romance novels. the galaxy's perceptions and preconceptions are much like anakin's in tpm. the jedi are immortable infallible unkillable. they are paragons of virtue and light and intelligence. they are not people so much as concepts. legends. superheroes.

these people are as removed from the Jedi as they are from the clones. maybe even more so. the clones work with the Jedi every day. the clones see them make mistakes. simple human* errors. they see them mourn and rage and laugh. they see them try. so hard. they see them fail. they see them fall.

their Jedi are people. and the clones love them all the more for it.

subhuman clones and superhuman jedi

i had a vision

“we should breed and ask our offspring what they think” has quickly become my favorite way to respond to someone disagreeing with me

these are the funniest comments everyone else gets a participant medal but y’all won i’m in tears

Part 142 of my bakery “enemies” au!

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Sand Whales, Green Sphinx, and Sand Snake by Wei Huai Xu 

Post TroS Rey💛 Thank you to @itsbrych who helped me design her outfit for a project we’re working on together! She’s the best 💕

come home with me || a miraculous ladybug/hadestown short animatic

Star Wars actor AU part 4!

My free student photoshop lisence expired so no more fancy brushes, rip

The Zillo beast is actually cat-sized and they unleashed him on a maquette of Coruscant. Everyone on set absolutely loves him

Thanks to @sifuprincesscarry for the idea of BD-1 rickrolling Cal!

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Obviously at one point in time all their faces were being plastered across the galaxy for assorted bounties, but I like to think that as time goes on post-RotJ, Leia goes and becomes the extremely recognizable President of the New Republic, Luke becomes the still fairly-recognizable Grand Master of the Jedi Order (even if it’s mostly because of the robes/lightsaber), and Han becomes the galactic equivalent of Tony Hawk, who is still extremely famous but absolutely no one realizes it because his Just Some Guy energy is off the charts.

He’ll be out in public and something will prompt him to make an offhand comment about having been in the Rebel Alliance and people will be like “Oh, you were in the Rebellion? That’s so cool. Did you ever know anyone important? Like President Organa-Solo?” and he’ll wearily snap “THAT’S MY WIFE!!”

At least one assassination attempt on Leia’s life has been thwarted because the person planning on slipping something in her drink at an important function started chatting with him as cover not realizing who they were talking to and he sensed something was fishy before they could slip away.

One day he goes to the Jedi Temple to pick up his kids from a training thing and a new-ish Jedi recruit who’s a little too overzealous about security calls Luke in to make sure he’s the right guy, and when Luke shakes his head and, holding back laughter, very seriously says “No, I’ve never seen that man in my life” Han just looks him dead in the eye and replies “We were alone on Hoth, kid. I should’ve killed you when I had the chance.”

#oh im obsessed#han has the space equivalent of twitter where hes like ‘was in the spaceport with the falcon today#the attendant said ‘oh hey that looks like the ship senator organas always flying around in’ and i was like ‘yes. because it is.’’ just like#tony hawk’s twitter via @harriisonford

…this is the best description of immediately post-RotJ han solo i have ever seen

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#PERFECT ANIMATION OF OBI-WAN KENOBI #OBI-WAN SWINGING HIS LIGHTSABER LIKE A BASEBALL BAT #IS THE ABSOLUTE FUNNIEST THING #’HE’S ONE OF THE BEST DUELLISTS IN THE JEDI ORDER. HIS STYLE IS REFINED AND–’ #MEANWHILE OBI-WAN KENOBI:  [HITS YOU WITH A LIGHTSABER BAT]

#no no#this is WHY he’s the best duelist (via @markwatnae​) Yes!  You understand!!  Obi-Wan is one of the best duelists in the Jedi Order, but people are wrong about why.  They think he’s the personification of refinement and elegance. N O ! ! ! HE WILL JUST STRAIGHT UP BLOW OUT YOUR KNEE WITH A HARD KICK, PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE, AND BEAT YOU TO DEATH WITH A BASEBALL BAT LIGHTSABER. OBI-WAN KENOBI STREET FIGHTS AND YOU’RE ALL SLEEPING ON THIS.

NEVER CROSS OBI-WAN KENOBI IN A LIGHTSABER FIGHT BECAUSE HE WILL FUCK YOU UP IN THE MOST DOWN AND OUT WAY. JUST STRAIGHT UP BEAT YOU INTO THE GROUND. LIKE, YES, HE’S A JEDI MASTER AND HE IS GRACEFUL AND HAS HONED HIS SKILLS, HE VERY MUCH IS ABOUT DISCIPLINE AND FINE TUNING HIS TRAINING. HIS FINE TUNING HIS ABILITY TO DROP YOU TO THE GROUND AND SWING A LIGHTSABER BAT AT YOUR HEAD.