SW Rebels: The Adventures Of Space Mom By Carrinth

SW Rebels: The Adventures of Space Mom by carrinth

…and Space Dad and Kids. I just started watching Star Wars REBELS! This is totally the story of Space Mom Hera and her adventures with Space Dad, Kanan and their space kids. At the Lothal Amusement Park.

Later, Space Dad Kanan almost dropped Space Baby Ezra and there was much screaming. Mostly from Kanan.

So for future reference, and because this is interesting, Sith!Obi-Wan’s eyes have been pestering me. In the first .gif I made them more amber, while in the second they are more yellow/red. Which is better?

The holo was just one of many out of the stack Finn taken from the Resistance records storeroom to supplement his thus far rather one-sided historical education, but his eyes were drawn as if by tractor beam to the tiny lettering printed on the side. CT-7567 - that sounded like a stormtrooper designation. And below that - CC-2224. CT-5555. Clone troopers. To hear the First Order tell it, they had been an ideal to strive towards and exceed, the perfect soldiers who had ushered in the Empire thanks to their absolute obedience and uniformity. But when Finn booted up the holo, he saw the faces of individual men, and to his surprise, names. Rex. Cody. Fives. Echo. Tup. Kix. Jesse. The list ran on and on. He saw a dizzying range of tattoos, elaborate painted designs on armor, intricate patterns shaved into hair - even the tilt of one clone’s eyebrows set him apart from the furrow of his brother’s, a playful twist of the lips here against a harder line of determination there. Finn didn’t know how many hours passed as he sat riveted by the holo-record. Despite the cruel circumstances of their creation, the clones had risen above being the emotionless tools they were intended as, had minds and hearts that refused to be reduced to mere organs. One had even come close to unmasking the vast conspiracy behind the rise of Palpatine. A pawn, rising against the chessmaster. And though the clone, no, the man (Fives, Finn burned the name deep into his memory) had ultimately failed, reading about how he defied everything he knew so he could fight for what was right set something to steel in Finn’s chest. He raised his fingers to pass through the projection, as if he could absorb it into his very self like the tattoos that marked so many of the men. Finn would not let those names be forgotten.

“I know my place. It is time you learned yours.”

I always found it rather odd that Mulan’s merchandise always revolved around her in the matchmaker’s dress. She sang a whole song about not fitting into society’s expectations of her, and that dress was one such symbol. In an ironic twist, we use that dress to market her today because of what we expect young girls should buy into, despite the fact that Mulan’s character is the complete opposite of what that dress represents.

So here is Mulan, finding her place as a soldier, riding with Khan into battle.

Mulan is the fifth female in my Disney Women series.

(Also much thanks to my friend Archer for taking the time to find some Han Dynasty armor reference for me!)

How to pick locks and break padlocks

OMG LUKE AND HAN NUMBER FOUR YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO OMG RIN PLZ