


Tbh me
So I was thinking… If Rogue one it’s supposed to be set shortly before the original star wars that means that while Jyn Erso is kicking ass and being generally awesome, and Leia is busy leading a rebellion, Luke Skywalker is somewhere in Tatooine whining about power generators
Time to do this again I guess; Luke would be WORKING.
You know. On the farm.
And wishing (”whining”) he could spend more times with his friends (who are very questionably friends, but what are you gonna do when there’s no one else your age to hang out with and Biggs is gone) because while he knows he needs to help Owen and Beru with the farm, he has other desires, and even if hanging with his friends aren’t exactly that (like leaving Tatooine), it’s the next best thing.
I mean, aside from flying the skyhopper but I imagine it doesn’t hold quite the same charm without Biggs, as much as he loves flying and probably does it as much as he can.
But you know.
Working. Because he has to for their livelihood. But I guess making “jokes” about Luke being “whiny” is funny.
(And once again, it was never about the power generators. Owen literally says right after it “you can waste time with your friends when your chores are done”.)
Seriously.
I wish folks would take note of Luke’s dialogue with Owen at the beginning of A New Hope. He suggests that now that Owen has the two droids, he can hire a couple of farmhands and Luke can finally get off planet like he’s wanted to.
It would take Owen multiple people and two droids to replace the work that Luke does on the farm. That is pretty clear indication that Luke is working a fairly grueling, punishing schedule.
This is not a knock on Owen, because it certainly seems like Owen and Beru work as hard as Luke does. But they are poor. They live on a planet where their source of income is pulling moisture out of the sky, while raiders, slavers, and Jabba the Hutt are all within spitting distance.
And the poor kid gets perpetually knocked for the fact that he wants to take a break and hang out with his friends a bit. Or the fact that he’s disappointed he can’t get off this hellhole planet.
I haven’t been keeping up with Rogue One spoilers, so I can’t talk about Jyn, but Leia is another story.
Leia’s accomplishments are impressive, and this is not intended to dismiss that. But Leia had time and opportunity to accomplish those things. She can afford to focus on politics and intrigue because as a Princess, she doesn’t need to worry about food, water, or shelter. She has access to educational materials that Luke can’t even dream of. She knows influential people and can make social connections. The only powerful social connection Luke could possibly make is a creepy Hutt with a dancer fetish.
It’s a funny juxtaposition that the ladies are out accomplishing more things, earlier, than Luke is, but we shouldn’t diminish the role poverty plays in Luke’s lack of opportunity, since that kind of thing exists in real life too.
THIS. All of this.
And, on the flip side: Luke is the single solitary hero in any generation of Star Wars canon whom we ever see doing teenager-appropriate things as a teenager.
Padmé, Anakin, Ahsoka, Kanan, Leia, Ezra, Finn, Rey… Only a couple of them even had normal early childhoods. Every single one of them was shouldering adult responsibilities and/or being shaped for a purpose they didn’t choose as an adolescent.
Owen and Beru may not have had much to give Luke, but they made damn sure to spare him that. That is something to celebrate. Why the hell do people insist on mocking him for it??
I’M REALLY SORRY ABOUT POSTING THAT CUMBERBATCH PICTURE. HAVE SOME SEBASTIAN STAN FROM HIS SEX HOBO DAYS WHEN HE DID THAT RIDIC PHOTOSHOOT WITH ALL THE WOMEN JUST GROPING HIM AND HIM GROPING THEM BACK AND SHIT NOW I NEED A MINUTE
ANYWAY THIS HAS BEEN YOUR PALATE CLEANSER.
Mmmm sex hobo.
Fuck yes
me: I literally created you, I decide who and what you are
my character: it’s cute how you think you have any power here
museum curator, watching steve waltz into the smithsonian, the memory of having the stolen cap america authentic howling commando era uniform returned dirty and ridden with bullet holes still fresh in their mind: hide the VALUABLES
steve, reaching over the rope to poke at something on display: it’s my goddamn stuff???
#I work with enough museum curators to be able to accurately picture their looks of absolute dead-eyed horror#at this meat-handed man pawing through the objects they’ve spent decades preserving#BUT ALSO IT’S HIS GODDAMN STUFF#so the mental image of the incredibly stiff and stilted surface-level polite conversation Steve would have with Smithsonian staff#both of them vibrating with indignation but unable to fully express it for PR reasons#is an endless source of entertainment for me via galwedenesday
#ah yes #the joys of attempting to figure out how to deaccession a bunch of shit#that previously belonged in the ‘no living claims’ category#and has for DECADES #what i would not give to see that paper trail tho#like was everything of Steve’s now owned by the Army upon being declared KIA and they donated it to the Smithsonian or what#MINUTIAE OF MUSEUM WORK IN THE MCU I WANT TO KNOW DAMMIT#like the museum has HAD to have dealt with fraudulent claims before so they’d have everything but ‘The Actual Original Owner’ showing up#locked down #okay but also #how long have they had this shit#when was any of this declassified via afearsomecritter
I’M SAYIN’, every single level of management at the Smithsonian must have had an extensively well-documented migraine after dealing with the colossal shitshow raised by such thrilling items as “sock (woolen)” pulled from the pack of one “Rogers, Steve G., 1918 –
1945 lol whoops he’s back″
Tell them a secret that your muse never told anyone, tell them how yours feels about them, an opinion- whether it is about my muse, someone else’s muse, something unpopular, or anything else. Give them the local gossip, rant about a topic or a problem that needs some insight on. Tell them a story, a dream, a nightmare, complain about the weather. Just talk to them.
unbcrnt:
“There are some things I’d rather not let people know. Some things id rather keep to myself. I know you tend to let your emotions out, and that’s alright. Me? Not so much, ” Daenerys sighed, taking a small bite of the meat on her plate. “When I saw him, he couldn’t have been more than two. He was so happy and it just felt so real. I’d do anything to be able to birth a child, but I never will be able to. I sacrificed my only child, a son, to try and bring my husband back, but I just lost them both.” Being pulled from the sad memories, Daenerys loved up when Ser Jorah was mentioned. “No, he’s out in Meereen going about his business. If I ever need him, he’s only a call away, ” she nodded, smiling at his next question. “My handmaiden, Missandei, cooked this meal. She’s a wonderful cook.”
“You’re really going to listen to some old hag who told you that you were barren now? Come Dany you come from a very fertile line. Mother had what, three miscarriges and one still birth but she had Sheana who was stillborn shortly after birth, Daeron who live a half year, Aegon who was early but lived a year as well as Jaeherys who again lived a year. Not to mention us and Rhaegar. Granted the amount of death could be a sign of heavy relations between our parents and such or just after Rhaegar’s birth and what Father did to her between all those deaths…It couldn’t have been easy. I was small and frail as a babe and well..mother-” Viserys didn’t want to bring up that Daenerys had been the cause of their mothers demise. Not this time. “There’s still time for you to carry another babe. You are young and strong.”
Viserys ate the rest of his meal as he made more small talk with Dany, discussing Merreen and it’s people. “You have amassed quite the army, sister. It seems all you need now is an armada and you’ll be sailing off to Westeros like I always said we would. I’ll admit though the crown and tittle was passed to me, you have had much more experience already ruling than I. The people love you here…Though I cannot say Westeros will feel the same, not after I’ve realized Illyrio had been filling my head with pretty lies. The people were never crying for me to come back. Sure there may be Targayren loyalists but those are far and few in between. I wouldn’t mind being Prince of Dragonstone. You’re council and heir should you need it.” Viserys realized in the short time of being around her that she already had leadership skills and qualities he feared he still lacked.
You can just give it (the jacket) to me tomorrow. No, I really want to give it to you tonight.