Testaments to the Boom Times to Come (Posts tagged Star Wars)

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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
wildehack
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I think one of my favorite stories I’ve ever heard Mark Hamill tell is the one about how the first time he heard the score for A New Hope he got sort of jokingly offended because it seemed like every other character had a specific song for them and he didn’t and John Williams just looked at him and said “…The main theme is your song” and Mark was like “WHAT OMG” like he didn’t actually understand before that moment that he was the protagonist.

this little butterscotch Mark Hamill Star Wars John Williams music
wildehack

#space latinxs

linguisticjubilee

lots of good posts out there are asking the question, “what is Poe and Leia’s relationship like?”, and i believe this important discussion would be enhanced approximately 3000% by the knowledge that these two nerds are #space latinxs.

And yeah, the entire goddamned galaxy knows that Leia is a Skywalker and Skywalkers are as pasty as the snow on Hoth, but these are Leia’s adopted parents:

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(played by Jimmy Smits, who’s Puerto Rican, and Rebecca Jackson Martinez, who’s Filipina)

These were the people who changed her diaper, who fed her and sung her lullabies. Leia is an Organa, and totally an adopted #space latina.

And then Leia loses it all when Alderaan was destroyed. She lost bolero music and the smell of plantains sizzling in the pan. She lost thunderstorms on the beach and peanut vendors shouting in the streets.  She might have gained a brother and a family tree, but her history is twisted and dark and none of it can replace the smile in her father’s voice as he called her nena.

Her friendship with Shara Bey has got to feel like getting a little bit of that back.

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Just a little, because Yavin IV isn’t Alderaan, but when Leia mutters “coño” at a failing engine Shara says, “el modelo GX1 no incluye uno de esos.” Kes Dameron makes a mean tamale, and is only a little horrified when Leia calls them “pasteles.” (Kes’s tamales are sweeter than Leia remembers, made with corn like her dad’s side. Her mom’s folks always made them with rice.)

This is the home where Poe Dameron is born.  Leia is his general, but she’s also the woman who called her dad a cabrón when he wouldn’t pass her the rum.  She once yelled at Poe for twenty straight minutes because he pulled a risky maneuver mid-battle, shouting that Poe’s life is worth more than that, his plane is worth more than that, only to stop him out the door with a quiet, “pero fue de pinga.”  It’s a complicated relationship.

After all, it’s a cold galaxy.  Space Latinxs gotta stick together.

very here for it Star Wars

wildehack asked:

I WANT TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR HYPOTHETICAL DAY HANGING OUT WITH LANDO. Just saying. :)

What would my day hanging out with Lando be like? Wrong. What wouldn’t my day hanging out with Lando be like.

So it starts off, we meet up, I look beautiful. I know I look beautiful because Lando Calrissian tells me I look like a goddess of the clouds. I give him a winning smile, because Lando Calrissian, himself an owner of a Winning Smile, naturally smiles back at winning smiles. It’s like a feedback loop, and we’re smiling, and we’re winning.

We’re strolling around Cloud City, me and Lando Calrissian. He asks if I knew he was a Baron, and I’m like wow shit a Baron, and yes, a Baron. That’s why the cape. He says.

“Would you like to be a baroness for the day?” Lando Calrissian asks, and I respond “Sure thing, as long as I get a cape.” I do. Now we both have capes. We look like royalty, among the clouds. Then we get cheeseburgers. Space cheeseburgers. They float. It’s actually somewhat impractical.

We’re blowing this popsicle stand, Lando Calrissian and I. I’ve always wanted to get up beyond the sky. Lando Calrissian is an excellent pilot. He has excellent pilot skills. We drift through space, and it’s a dazzlement, vastness & shine. “Mostly void, partially stars,” I comment, and Lando Calrissian does not know I’m quoting Welcome To Night Vale, because he’s from a long time ago, in a galaxy far far away, where there are space wizards but no podcasts. Lando Calrissian grins at my reflection in the window, a little surprised, then a little thoughtful. “Hey,” he says.

And then Lando Calrissian asks me if I know about that kid, Luke Skywalker, the Last Jedi. I ask him to tell me about him. Space was made for stories, I think, as we float through the constellations, telling them.

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