i’ll say it til the cows come home but as undeniably strange as the star wars prequels are, george lucas’ direction with anakin was downright fucking inspired. people were waiting for whatever badass backstory lucas was sure to give them, awaiting a naturally intimidating actor with rogueish charm to be cast, waiting for this masterpiece of badass villainy or whatever, and george lucas is like no, no, i’ve got you. and then he finds the one man on the planet who looked babier than baby mark hamill and says, “his main personality trait will be being weird and awkward, secondary personality trait loving his wife, tertiary personality trait being incredibly good at murder, and all of these traits will do battle on the silver screen for three movies until they all win in possibly the worst way.” that fucking rules. george lucas could’ve done anything with darth vader and he willingly, enthusiastically chose mentally unstable college student who is somehow married but his only friend is his kind-of dad. that fucking rules, top down, that’s fucking exquisite. if you don’t think that premise is inherently entertaining you’ve got no taste
watched this for the first time when i was 14 i think? it saved me
There's only one way to see Revenge of the Sith...
*watch the movie*
*open ao3 immediately after*
Will humanity ever be free of the influence of Edna Mode? Can any of us so much as consider the character design for a hero or villain without her manifesting in the room, fully aware of our sins?
Alternate ending of The Horse And The Infant;
Eurylochus: Captain. What is that
Odysseus, holding baby Astyanax, smiling: A gift from the gods! A boy for us to take back to Ithaca and for me to raise as my own. A token of our victory, if you will.
Polites: Not to doubt you, my friend and king, but is that not the baby the gods said you must kill?
Odysseus, with a slightly more strained smile: I am unsure what you mean, my friend. This is but a harmless babe.
Eurylochus: No, Captain, I remember Lord Zeus clearly saying he'll be the death of us all-
Odysseus, louder: I remember no such thing. Come, we must sail! Ithaca, my wife, my son, need us home.
Polites, to Eurylochus: Does he take us for blind?
Eurylochus: He takes us for loyal. Which we are, unfortunately.
“Look at me, Obi-wan,” Vader’s voice, deep and static through his mask, seethed. “Look at what you’ve done to me.”
Obi-wan refused to look.
Then, a hollow, empty laugh. “Fear not Master; you will not die by my hand.”
The metal of his restraints bit into his wrists unrelenting and a constant reminder that he was trapped, with no hope of escaping. Where he once believed that some shred of Anakin Skywalker remained in the husk of Darth Vader, that was no longer the case.
Anakin was gone.
“No Obi-wan,” Darth Vader looked over the work his troopers had inflicted upon him at the time of his capture, seemingly pleased. “That would be far too merciful a fate for you.”
gaza has just been completely cut off from the world.
after increased intensity of israeli aistrikes tonight, the last cable providing communications was destroyed. telecommunications have been completely cut off. they cannot reach one another. they cannot reach paramedics. the red crescent society has completely lost contact with their branch in gaza. nobody inside can reach anyone inside, and especially not outside of gaza to tell us what is going on. this is a complete atrocity.
miles “who’s morales” morales’s biggest weakness is the cover story
one piece saved my life man