im taking out padmes life in a matter of minutes and i dont disappoint
so a lot of people have put forth tattooed din concepts but i havent seen many for boba, and im on my younger bobadin enemies and lovers au kick, so here we are! please me know if theres any problems, im not well versed in tattoos, and i am not māori. i tried to put in several nods to his journey so far.
In reference to my last reblog with Star Wars and MLK’s quote, can we please acknowledge that demonization of Saw Gerrera due to him being a radical rebel did not age well, and the narrative spun against him in Rebels, and in A Rogue One spoke volumes of the creators
not being able to read the room. Having Mon Mothma act as a moral superior adversary to Saw Gerrera despite her living a life of privilege, especially enough for her to demonize his tactics, was so inappropriate. What makes it worse is that the narrative demonized a Black radical
man who’d lost so much from the Empire. Even Ezra’s attempts to sympathize with him, despite he and Ezra being very similar, were often shunned and chastised. Black radicalism has always been feared, as have radicals of color in general. Seeing Star Wars Rebels play into
the tired narrative of the Black Radical while propping up Mon Mothma (and even Kallus to an extent) never sat right with me. And on MLK day, I just want the Star Wars fandom to know Saw was done dirty, and Ezra had every right to sympathize with him. And this partly applies
to his writing in Rogue One too.
pov: you find a 27 year old boba fett eating a ration bar in seclusion
procreate, 2h 10m
smh din your husband is trying to read important reports
need more mandalorian blogs to follow
Watching Anne With An E is so fucking jarring to me because like… these characters are sixteen… and they look sixteen… the girls aren’t wearing heavy makeup… the cast isn’t vetted based on looks, so while they’re by no means ugly, they look NORMAL, like they’re normal looking kids with normal faces, looks aren’t even a concern…
And these characters- these girls- are sixteen/seventeen, and they’re not performing sexiness, they’re not falling over each other and having tons of sex, they’re just running around like the young teens they are in clothing that’s not designed to make them look sexy, they’re reading and having romantic interests but they’re just crushes and school things, and they’re playing in the woods and having fun and like…
God, I know living in that era would be hell and that’s not what I’m saying I would want but… oh, to be sixteen, and to be able to just be a child, and not be told at every turn to be sexy and have sex and wear heavy makeup and perform feminity or perform anything or be hot. Oh, to just be a sixteen-year-old who runs around with their friends in the woods and writes for the school paper.
And then there’s that fucking scene, in the episode where Anne and her friends decide that their bodies are worth respect and fully under their own control, that one scene where they all sneak out at midnight, all the girls together, in their white nightrobes, and light a bonfire in the woods… and they wave flowers and chant that they are women, they belong only to themselves, they deserve to respect themselves, their minds as well as their bodies deserve respect, and then they dance around the fire laughing and ruby collapses and they ask her what’s wrong and she says, “oh, being a woman can be so lovely” or something along those lines and just hhhhhghgghghghghghghhhggh….. the sisterhood… the camraderie….. the joy despite it all…. i want it
and then i go on tiktok and see 14 year olds in crop tops and short shorts dancing to a song about anal sex or smth and i’m like, “oh, shit, we’re all being groomed”
younger enemies and lovers au
use your imagination?
at a place rn where im really feeling like im a bad artist
Native owned businesses to buy from. Taken from the North American Indian Association of Detroit.
“You’re drunk, Mandalorian. Let’s … save this for tomorrow, yeah? If you even remember,” Boba sighed, just gazing at the man in front of him, drinking in the sight of his mussed hair, heaving chest, and flushed face.