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Have a little Isaac for International Asexuality Day 💜🤍🩶🖤
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“Panaka! Originally I thought of having him be a part of the Rebellion, but then Pablo Hidalgo reminded me that in Legends, Quarsh Panaka became a moff loyal to Emperor Palpatine. That was too great a detail not to bring into canon, too. Plus once I really started thinking about that, and the potential inherent in having someone from Padmé’s life show up in Leia’s too…well, it offered one of my favorite turns in the entire story. Of course, Leia has no idea why anyone from Naboo would be connected to her, but her parents are all too aware.”
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““Your Majesty.” The deep masculine voice rang through the room. Leia half-turned to see a tall, handsome, dark-skinned man walking toward the queen, a cup in hand. He was about her father’s age, though not quite as tall, and flecks of gray marked the hair at his temples. Another LEP droid waddled behind him with a steaming pot and more cups for the guests. Moff Panaka continued, “You caught me having my afternoon tea. I hope you and your guest will—” Panaka’s gaze finally turned to Leia. He stopped short, eyes wide with shock. Although he managed to hold on to his cup, some of his tea splashed onto the floor. “Moff Panaka, are you well?” Dalné hurried forward as the little droid reached out an extender to mop up the spill. “Of course. Forgive me. Your guest—reminded me of someone else.””
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Leia: Princess of Alderaan, by Claudia Gray
HE!!!
HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK
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I need skateboarder punk baby Leia (who still wears the space buns because ✨iconic✨, but her usual outfit is fuckboi shorts and Anakin’s shirts) and pastel babe Luke who goes shopping with Padme because she’s the only one who understands his need to try on the same outfit in 15 variations and give honest feedback on the upsides of each one.
They are just little creatures let them be assholes and shop. Anakin is still missing half his shirts babygirl plz return them after you borrow??? Padme only survives with her nail polish collection in tact because she’s got 6 handmaidens around to steal them back or just do Luke’s nails for him. Anakin needs assistants.
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Requiem for an icon
I've been trying all day to try to figure out what to say about Val - about what he meant to me, to film, to artists everywhere - and everything feels inadequate.
But sometimes inadequate is all you have, so let's go.
Real Genius and Willow were two of the only films my sister and I could agree on growing up. My uncle's favorite movie was Top Gun, so I saw that one a lot growing up too. My mom loved The Doors, my step-dad was obsessed with Heat, my dad could probably quote Tombstone word for word - Val was a huge part of my childhood, even before I grew to love him in his own right and appreciated the artistry and uniqueness of his acting.
And, for a period of about two years, not that long after I graduated grad school and moved to LA, I was part of a publicity team that worked on about eight or so of his films. Not all of them were great (but a few were), but I got to know Val as a person. We weren't friends, but we were friendly. And what I remember most about those years is how kind he was. How weird and delightful his sense of humor was. How he remembered people's names and how curious he was about everyone, how curious he was about life. How willing he was to talk about the craft of acting, and the art of film-making. I remember how proud he was of his kids. God, he fucking loved talking about them. I'll remember that most of all.
Yes, of course, I'm going to miss the actor. The icon. The legend who gave us so many memorable roles, and played such a huge part in my life, and was responsible for some of my favorite characters in some of my favorite films. But mostly, I'm going to miss the kind, funny, weird artist who showed a girl new to the industry that it was possible to be an icon and a legend and still be a good person.
Val, I hope you know how much you changed people's lives. And I will miss having that artistry and kindness in the world. The light in all of us is a little dimmer without you.