If I Were A Tumblr Employee Selecting Tags To Ban I Would Ban The Top 10 Most Popular Ships And Then

Anyway.

tag yourself.

I can’t get over the continued thematic follow-through of this idea that Jedi aren’t truly Jedi unless they’re standing up in defense of the innocent and helpless, they have to be active in the galaxy, they have to spread kindness and compassion wherever they go, it’s an uncontrollable urge, it’s an itch, “They cannot help it.“

And also the idea that it’s FORCE ITSELF that is whispering to them, calling them back, calling them home, telling them to take up their swords again, reach out in faith and find that the Light never left you, it’s still inside you and it needs you because the galaxy is so so dark and bleak and hopeless and there’s so much evil everywhere and the galaxy needs them to stand up and step out of the shadows and into the light so that they can reignite people’s hope.

It’s the pauses of awe and wonder in even the most miserable and selfish of underworld denizens because that’s a Jedi, the Jedi are back, the Jedi are here, everything will be okay now.

It’s F knighting herself, cutting her own padawan braid and proudly declaring she is a Jedi to save a frightened exploited village bride.

It’s Kanan igniting his saber for the first time in years to protect his future padawan and a clutch of Wookie slaves and the rattled composure in the Imperials when they realize, “Holy shit that’s a Jedi.“

It’s Cal and Cere deciding they were done hiding, done running from the Empire, they were going to fight back, and Saw gleefully pointing to them to inspire his band of Rebels.

It’s Obi-Wan unburying his lightsaber even after being so hopeless and broken and full of guilt and self-blame because people still need him, he’s the only one they can trust.

The whole Dark Times as a sloooooowly turning eucatastrophe, tiny lights of hope struggling to hold back the darkness long enough.  Holding out.  Buying time until the twin suns can rise.  Until Luke and Leia and the destruction of the Death Star and the death of the Emperor and the glorious return of light to the galaxy.

I love it.

bitch, i’m raising my hand, my feet and my four lightsabers. I haven’t been so stressed out since my first finals in uni. Which is when I started reading the Desert Storm. I now start to think, maybe it was connected somehow...

If you too have been personally victimized by the recent chapters of @blue-sunshine-mauve-morning’s Desert Storm series, raise your hand 😭

Wrong Classroom

As of this writing, Goncharov has been added and removed from the Martin Scorsese filmography Wikipedia page 7 times.

I know I’ve already talked about this shot too much

BUT COME ON

imagine being able to listen to carry on my wayward son, objectively a fucking banger of a song, without inflicting psychic damage on yourself 

tumblr is so like. meaningless. just clicking around. reading lil poem fragments. reblogging things just bcuz the vibe is good. seeing the same paintings on the dash 5 times in a day. making my little 2 note posts. love it here.

in a bolder universe if anyones goes “who raised you!” to sokka or katara they point to each other

It has just occurred to me that Kino probably knew the entire time that he wouldn't be able to escape with the others. He knew the prison was surrounded by water and that he couldn't swim. He's always known that his only way out was to get to the end of his sentence and once that got taken away, he'd have been entirely justified in just giving up but instead he helps literally everyone else escape instead, without ever letting on that he knows he can't join them.

No way out, indeed.