Icon by @ThatSpookyAgent. Call me Tir or Julian. 37. He/They. Queer. Twitter: @tirlaeyn. ao3: tirlaeyn. 18+ Only. Star Trek. The X-Files. Sandman. IwtV. OMFD. Definitionless in this Strict Atmosphere.
me remembering that luke and rey didn’t even have a good relationship and we didn’t get to see them as a parental relationship or even as friends
cant believe they expected us to believe luke saw rey; a lonely kid from a desert planet dreaming about finding her parents, struggling with her identity, and dealing with the weight and pressure of bringing back the jedi…. and he didnt want to help her. not only that, they also made them argue the whole time. SICK
the real luke skywalker would meet rey and be like oh i know you. i’m your dad now. i can teach you three things: how to Force, how to make the perfect cup of hot chocolate, and how to destroy fascists. let’s go do barrel-rolls in x-wings
the way the real luke skywalker would have taken a single glance at that feral desert girl and been like. “my child now.” come here girl I’ll teach you how to build moisture vaporators so you never have to exploit yourself for water. yes this is more important than jedi training. yes we can cover that later. oh you want to fight kyle? oh you’re struggling with the idea that he might still have a soul? ok learn from my mistakes and don’t lose a hand in a fight you can’t win, but also did i tell you about the time i beat my dad’s ass so hard he bounced back to the light side? funny story actually,
all of this in the 10 minutes after she gives him anakin’s lightsaber
Rey: i was abandoned by my family on a backwater desert planet and waited for them for most of my life before a droid and the man who would become my best friend showed up and i chose to leave everything i knew behind in order to help save them and help the rebellion. i am very strong with the force and want to learn in order to protect the ones i love but my own capacity for darkness scares me. i need help understanding who i am and what my power means
Luke:
the force: here, have an apprentice who’s a metaphorical narrative mirror for you. she needs guidance and a mentor figure.
luke: oh you mean my new daughter
the force: what
Rey: here dad meet my friends
Luke, meeting orphan mechanic rebel rose tico, pilot with a flair for drama poe dameron, and man who chose goodness in the face of overwhelming evil and is powerful in the force finn: oh you mean all my new kids
luke, talking to the force ghosts of the jedi council: so my first apprentice grogu has a mandalorian dad right? and he told me about how he rescued him and adopted him and how that’s custom for mandalorians, right? to adopt the children they rescue. so THEN i got hit with a tax bill for religious organizations and i thought you know what doesn’t get taxed? children. like when you have a child. you’re not paying the government for having a child. SO i thought you know what i ain’t payin the government shit-
force ghost obi-wan: but isn’t leia the chancellor?
luke: EXACTLY imagine paying taxes to your sister!!! i’d rather die. anyway that’s how i ended up with 15 children. they’re all skywalkers.
no one tells you how much of life takes practice. not just writing, painting, running, singing, etc, but practicing how to make friends. how to make the right ones. getting practiced at how to be a good friend, a good sibling, a good person. practice identifying when people haven’t earned that. learning to recognize your right to rage and, eventually, how to offer mercy. so much of life is muscle memory, and i’ve begun to realize there are so many more parts of ourselves to flex and stretch and strengthen than those we’re taught in anatomy lessons
You ever open up a fic and barely a paragraph in your whole body starts trembling with giddy excitement?
The plot is exactly right and the atmosphere and the voice are all soul-singingly good, right at the very beginning, and you have to stop yourself from hooting like a crazy old wizard because Oh HOo HOOOOOO this one’s gonna be GOOD
everyone stop recognizing the british monarch and her stupid family challenge. like bitch who even are you? “the” queen? ok.. all women are queens. go work the fields
