#Luke Yellow lightsaber

[bmlightsabers]

Embrace the Power: Your Yellow Lightsaber Adventure

The yellow lightsaber has long symbolized autonomy and balance in Star Wars. This colorful sword has a long history and represents those who can fight and think wisely. From Cal Kestis’ yellow lightsaber to Luke’s and others, each has a story. BM Lightsabers invites you on a journey to bring this unique weapon to life.

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[satanickl]

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[sithfox]

Star Wars: Darth Vader (2020) Issue #47 - The Razing of Exegol Part 2

[stealingpotatoes]

I've seen you allowed someone else to draw Luke's students, so I drew her 👀

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[mirendils]

appreciation post for luke skywalker’s yellow lightsaber 

[visitbespin]

catching up on the star wars (2020) comics and utterly obsessed with each of these panels

[phoenixkaptain]

Major props to Luke Skywalker. If I spent over twenty years being compared to my father, only to find out he was evil, then I spent over ten years training my nephew to try to keep him from becoming evil, only to fuck up once and for him to turn evil anyway, I would have been pissed.

Like, how come all the other Skywalker men get to be evil, huh? Why does Luke gotta be the sane one? Luke is standing between his father who killed a temple of younglings because he thought it would help save his wife and his nephew who destroyed a temple with Force lightning, and you’re telling me his only reaction was to exile himself?

Luke spends his whole childhood on Tatooine on a farm with helicopter parent Owen, then he spends his adulthood in the Rebellion and a Jedi, then he spends more of his adulthood as a Jedi, then he spends the last years of his life in exile, like Luke didn’t get to go apeshit even ONCE. Like sure, he kills a few million Imperials or whatever, but they didn’t even let him move a black hole or have godlike strength reminiscent of his father, no that’s just for his nephew, if I was Luke, I would not have been able to be chill.

Is Luke’s godlike ability to stay calm? Is that all he gets? Shouldered with responsibilities and failures and the weight of the entire galaxy on his shoulders, while his dad and nephew got to be evil and then died immediately after becoming good again? All Luke gets out of his life is depression and PTSD and guilt. He doesn’t even get to kill a Sith, dude. Like, come on. How unfair!

His character is so depressing! He spends his whole life trying to be like his father, but Ben Solo gets to be more like Anakin than Luke does? Terrible, awful, I hate it here. Let Luke tear some shit apart with his bare hands, just this once. Like, Jesus, even the Jedi in the Old Republic wouldn’t expect a man to be able to go through this much without some difficulty, how come Luke has to suffer? What has he ever done?

Luke spends his whole childhood and adolescence restrained to Tatooine, his time in the Rebellion retrained to the Rebels, and his adulthood restrained to the outdated view of the Jedi of old, and honestly? If I had to go through all that, on top of being the only man in my bloodline who doesn’t get to be batshit insane? I would’ve been a bit weird on Ahch-To too.

[short-wooloo]

Yellow Lightsabers are cool

[thethirdtriplet]

Headcanon for the Batkids, after watching Star Wars:

Duke, holding a yellow lightsaber: All the poetry you waxed about friendship and loyalty, were all lies, weren’t they?

Steph, holding a purple lightsaber: In this case yes; Jason promised he’d cook for me if we win.

Damian, holding a green lightsaber: When we win.

Dick, holding a blue lightsaber: I trusted you! How could you side with him?

Damian: It was a logical decision to side with the winning team.

Jason, holding a red lightsaber: See, the kid gets it.

Tim, holding a black lightsaber: You forgot one thing.

Jason: Which is?

Tim: Cass is on our side.

Cass appears with a white lightsaber:

Bonus:

Luke: I get you’re mad Bruce, really, I do.

Luke: I didn’t even realize the little tyke Tim was tricking me when he asked me to help him make the lasers he used for the lightsabers, I thought it was for a W.E. project.

Bruce: That’s fair Tim’s lies can be very convincing at times.

Bruce: I can’t even scold them because they had adult permission.

Bruce turns to Kate: You consented to this?

Kate: I just wanted to see them duke it out.

Bruce: *sighs in Tired Dad™*

[nothing-but-flowers88]

Ok consider, that scene in the mandalorian where Luke defeats the dark troopers but while they’re watching the cam footage and see this dark cloaked figure gracefully walk through, just a minute after they see a tiny being running in a little white cloak. As this mysterious Jedi continues slashing through the troopers, he holds out his hand trapping one mid air, then a tinier yellow lightsaber slashes through said trooper. As they walk in everyone’s in awe of course but even more confused when a tiny little girl happily bounces to see grogu as the mysterious Jedi makes his introductions.

And of course this is Dinluke and Din falls for Luke even faster seeing he’s a single dad to

[io-lu-art]

I know we all want redeemed Ben Solo to look and dress like his father at some point. But- ok, hear me out: There hAs to be sOme Lando spirit in there, SOMEWHERE. Like, come on, the CAPE? Are you telling me that Ben Solo, son of Leia Organa, grandson of fashion Queen Amidala, former Jedi padawan and Supreme Fashion Leader himself wouldn't fancy a cape at all? I don't believe u.

Lemme explain.

high waisted Lando pants but put inside the boots.

Shorter cape. Kinda like Lando's in Solo.

High belt, cause it looks good on him and he knows it.

Dark grey. Mid grey. With a bit of off white. (I believe this is self explanatory.)

Later in life, as he grows older, maybe he will start adding some colour to his clothes.

I'm still not decided on my definitive headcanon. The one on the right is still very close to Luke in RotJ despite the grey and higher belt, but I kinda like it? Just cause it looks more elegant. I mean, sure, you could give him a blaster (I... probably will, at some point), depending on where the stories go and how you write him as Ben. I gave him two lightsabers, because, well- I will explain that when my fanfiction is finished. Or maybe I'll abandon the idea till then. :') (Yes, yes they would be white.) Gotta see if it serves the story well or if it's just my old love for young Ahsoka's yellow shoto lightsaber blinding me.

Jeez, there are so many directions you could take this character. Jedi, pilot, smuggler, gambler, senator... there's no end to this. I've seen so much Jedi Ben Solo fanart and I love all of them. I love the robes so much that I went and made some shape exploration with them.

But the thing is I'm not really feeling it. If I were to take the story into a new direction, no Jedi, no Sith, just Force sensitives, a new take on this whole idea, expanding on what Rian Johnson gave us - which, I am - I would probably go away from the traditional Jedi designs. Sure, it all also kinda depends on how you colour it, I guess...

*sighs* there could have been so much to explore and discover in IX. But, eh, let's not turn this into another tros rant.

[steddieasitgoes]

@steddiemas Day 15 Prompt: Spread Holiday Cheer

Tags: Established Relationship, Future Fic, Christmas Fluff, Sending Holiday Cards, Eddie Munson Loves Steve Harrington

wc: 1554 | Rating: G

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Eddie’s perched on the kitchen counter, two fingers deep in a jar of peanut butter when the front door creaks open and shut. Barefoot patter across the reclaimed wood floor until Steve appears in the doorway. He has a  stack of mail tucked under his arm. An open card clutched between his hands.

“Did Dustin tell us Suzie was pregnant again?” Steve asks. He swats Eddie off the counter as he walks to the corner they’ve designated for unopened mail. Dropping the mail on the stack of overflowing flyers and magazines they’ve yet to get through, he squints at the card in his hands.

“I talked to him yesterday and he didn’t mention anything,” Eddie mumbles, mouth full of peanut butter. “Why?”

“She definitely looks pregnant.”

“Sweetheart,” Eddie chastises as he winds the lid of the peanut butter back on the jar. “You can’t assume she’s pregnant just because she looks a little…”

The words fizzle out as he rests his head on Steve’s shoulder. His eyes take in the Christmas card in his hands. Henderson’s are always his favorite. The boy’s always had a thing for dramatics, something that hasn’t waned with age. Or the growing brood of kids he’s acquiring.

This year's card is Star Wars-themed. Dustin dressed as Han and Suzie in Leia’s white costume. Their oldest son is Luke, lightsaber held high. The twins in homemade R2D2 and C-3Po costumes.

The youngest has been painted green, channeling Yoda if Eddie had to guess. And of course, their dog rounds out the eccentric bunch in a homemade Chewbacca costume.

One glance at Suzie’s growing belly, stretching the fabric of Leia’s dress is all it takes for Eddie to confirm Steve’s suspicions. The message at the bottom of the card also helps.

“You really should read these with your glasses on,” Eddie teases, fingers reaching over Steve to tap at the message printed at the bottom. “Says here their “galaxy” is growing in spring.”

“Christ,” Steve says, shaking his head. “He’s building a damn sports team over there.”

Eddie snorts. “More like a D&D group. They’re going to be the Von Trapps of the Dungeons and Dragons world one day.”

With a snort of his own, Steve shakes Eddie off of him and crosses the room to their fridge. It’s not uncommon for the yellowing white door to be flooded with messages and cards, but it’s ten times worse during December. Eddie can barely get into the freezer without a card or two falling, taking their magnets with them.

Still, Steve doesn’t let the cluttered fridge stop him from hanging Dustin’s card up there amongst the rest. Eddie watches as he takes a step back, hands coming to rest on his hips as he admires the holiday spread in front of him.

Dustin’s card sits towards the top, sandwiched between one from the Sinclairs — a back shot of Lucas, Max, and their daughter Ellie hand in hand on a beach in California — and one from the Byers-Hoppers — Hop and Joyce sat in their matching rocking chairs on their porch with dopey smiles on their faces as they look out on their hoard of grandkids.

There’s a card from the Wheeler-Byers, too — a caricature of their family, the boys, and their army of dogs no doubt drawn by Will himself. It sits beside the one from El and Erica, a joint holiday postcard from Italy where they’re studying abroad.

Nancy and Jonathan are the most professional of the bunch — no surprise given Jonathan’s photography skills and Nancy’s perfectionism. The one of Jeff’s kids is one of Eddie’s favorites, the trio screaming on Santa’s lap while Jeff and his wife smile at the camera. A close second is Gareth and Freaks who decided to hit up the local JcPennys for awkward family portraits with their girlfriends.

Robin and Chrissy’s is front and center, the two of them kissing under the mistletoe while their daughter rolls her eyes in the background. Beside it is one from Wayne and Scott, a grainy shot that Steve took himself the last time they visited Hawkins. There’s one from Eden and Argyle from Missouri, which was news to everyone when it arrived.

A handful from Steve’s past students tacked up over each other along with ones from their coworkers. Fleeting faces in their lives, along with permanent fixtures.

In the center of it all is their card from this year. They took it back in July when prices were cheaper and Steve could order them in bulk without breaking the bank. They’re smiling at the camera on the couch in their living room, a silly Santa plush sits between them. Both in godawful ugly sweaters with Santa hats perched on their heads despite the sweltering summer sun peaking in from the bay window.

Maybe he’s biased, but he thinks theirs is his favorite.

Eddie’s pretty sure it’s the best one they’ve ever taken which is why he feels the wind knocked out of him when he spots Steve frowning at it.

“Everything okay, Stevie?”

Steve hums, prying his eyes away from the fridge to look at Eddie. He offers him a soft smile and a curt nod before excusing himself. Eddie’s pretty sure he hears him mumble something about needing to start this week's lesson plan.

Eddie knows it’s a lie — it’s the final week before winter break and Steve never teaches during it — but he doesn’t call him out on it. Instead, he lets his boyfriend slink out of the room. When he’s gone Eddie shifts his attention back to the fridge, eyes squinted as he tries to puzzle out what has Steve so bum hum bug all of a sudden.

He doesn’t get it at first. There’s nothing different about this year's cards than the hoards they’ve received in the past. Everyone who should be up there is up there, smiling wide at what this year has given them. Happy parents and smiling kids, wild pets, and even wilder adventures.

His eyes are making a third pass over the cards when it clicks. Eddie knows Steve’s not disappointed with the way their life has turned out, but it's clear from the cards littering their fridge that something is missing. 

Every card screams family, except theirs.

Well, Eddie thinks, that simply won’t do.

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It takes three days for Eddie to pull everything together. The minute Steve leaves for work on the fourth day, he gets to work setting everything up. In a matter of hours, their living room gets transformed from a moderate Christmas room to one that belongs in those cheesy movies Steve always has on.

He’s relocated the tree to the middle of the room, decked everything out with garland and twinkling light, and hand-painted the Santa’s workshop sign he stayed up late making last night. After an hour-long call with Jonathan, he manages to get the camera and tripod set up.

Getting their pets dressed takes the longest, but after chasing everyone around and bribing them with a shit ton of treats he gets all 3 dogs, 4 cats, Parrot, snake, and bunny in their respective holiday attire. He’s putting the finishing touches on his own look when he hears the familiar creak of the front door.

“Eds?” Steve calls, voice tinged with curiosity. “What’s going on?”

“We’re taking our Christmas card picture,” Eddie says, appearing around the corner in a red Santa suit.

Steve blinks before slowly looking around the room. The dogs and cats all match in elf costumes. Pierce the Bunny and Ozzy the Parrot are somehow keeping elf hats on their head and Sizzle the Snake has a ribbon wrapped loosely around her body like the world's most delicate Christmas present.

Eddie watches as Steve takes everything in, lips parted in that cute confused look he always gets. Fish out of water, he likes to tease.

“Don’t worry, I have your costume here too,” Eddie says, holding up a matching red Santa suit.

“I’m confused, we already sent our cards out for the year.”

Eddie hums. “We did, but we forgot to include some very important members of our family in the card. Don’t you think our friends deserve to have all our beautiful faces on their fridges?”

“I mean, I guess? It’s going to cost a fortune though this late in the game.”

“Our family is worth it.”

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It costs them an arm and a leg to get the cards printed and sent out in time, but it's worth it to see the smile permanently etched on Steve’s face as he tacks it up on the fridge, replacing their original card.

This time when he steps away there’s nothing but pure happiness on his face.

“I know it’s not the big family you dreamed of,” Eddie says, wrapping his arms around him as he admires the display. “But it’s still pretty great, right?”

“It’s perfect, Eds.”

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The following year, Dustin’s isn’t the only card with a new face on it. Steve, Eddie, and their army of pets are joined by a pair of timid smiles. A brother-sister duo whom they’ve been fostering since February. If all goes as planned, they’ll be permanent fixtures on the Munson-Harrington card for decades to come. 

[heavyhitterheaux]

A concept where the reader and jack go on a lil target and ulta date together and he’s just being a cute supportive goofy bf🤭

LAVETTE!! HIII BABY!

Jack was in the middle of his Creme De La Creme tour when neither of you could sleep, so the two of you decided to go for a Target run at three in the morning.

“Baby, I’m only going to get a few things.” You said and Jack simply stared at you as the two of you walked in the front door. 

“What?”

“Famous last words. You don’t tell Target what you need, it’s the other way around. And besides, when have you ever only gotten a few things from Target? You always come home with about three cart fulls of stuff that we don’t even need.”

“I literally do not see the problem because I make sure that we use everything that I buy. You’ve literally become obsessed with our new nighttime skin regimen.”

“It makes my skin all soft and smooth. Of course I’m going to be obsessed with it.” Jack said while rubbing his hands on his face.

“Ooohh, baby let’s go down the toy aisle!”

“So you can record me riding around on one of those little animals again?”

“I’m honestly surprised that your tall ass could fit on it. I need a new Care Bear.”

“Baby, you literally have like a hundred of them.”

“Well I need a hundred and one. Come on.” You said as you grabbed his hand and made your way over to the toy aisle. Two lightsabers were on display and you let go of his hand and immediately grabbed one while he got the other one.

“Luke, I am your father.” You said in your best darth vader voice, but Jack immediately scoffed.

“Well, you were calling me daddy last night so I think it’s the other way around.”

“JACKMAN!”

“What?!”

“Cut it out!” You responded while laughing.

The two of you were going back and forth and battling with the lightsabers and lost track of time and you both had been in the aisle for about twenty minutes.

“Baby, put these back and help me find the Care Bears.”

“Which one are you going to get this time?” He asked as he set the lightsabers back in their rightful place and began following you.

“Probably Grumpy. I don’t have too many of him.”

“I was thinking you were going to say Funshine since yellow is one of your favorite colors.”

“True. I might just get both.”

“That one fits you better, personality wise since you already know you’re the sunshine in my life.” Jack said and you stopped walking to turn to look at him.

“That was so incredibly cheesy, but so fucking sweet.” You said as you reached up to put your arms around his neck and bring him down to your height to be able to kiss him. 

“Just calling it like I see it.”

The two of you stayed in Target for another hour before making your way back to the hotel. As the two of you were laying down, you suddenly had a realization.

“Baby?” You called out to Jack who was slowly drifting off to sleep.

“Hmm?”

“I didn’t get anything on my list that we needed.”

[celinamarniss]

A little bit of scene-setting from the next chapter of Thrones, Dominions (posting Friday!):

Mara stepped into the room. The rugs and conversation circles that had once furnished the audience chamber had been removed and the floor was bare and cold. She could feel the grime that had accumulated on the soles of her feet against the slick marble, setting her teeth on edge. Without looking back, she could sense the doors closing behind her, sealing her in. 

This particular chamber, with its grey marble floors and obsidian walls carved with scenes from the Great Sith War, had always reminded her of a cave. As she stepped over the threshold she noticed a subliminal hum echoing against the stone walls, more vibration than sound. It seemed to throb just at the edges of her senses, intensifying in pitch as she entered the chamber, the hum vibrating through her bones. 

A gleam caught at the corner of her eye. Two Sith lords, carved into the stone, bent their heads together in eternal conference. Set into a small recess between them was a pure blue crystal and the note in her head seemed to swell in recognition as she looked at it. Further down, yellow facets winked from between the sculpted fangs of a serpentine creature. A purple crystal adorned the crown of a Jedi in battle, her lightsaber held high over her head as the thin etched line of a blaster bolt pierced her heart. Kyber crystals. Dozens of them, stripped from the lightsabers of the Jedi order and set into the walls like trophies. 

Luke had shown her the golden-hued crystal in his own saber once. At the time had assumed that it was the first kyber crystal she’d ever seen. He and Vader were the only Force-sensitive servants of the Emperor who had been allowed the use of a lightsaber, and despite all the times she’d been invited into this chamber before, Mara had never realized the significance of the crystals set into the obsidian walls. 

No, not obsidian. Polished cortosis, the carved lines shining in the light. She hadn’t been able to identify it the last time she had been invited into the Emperor’s suites. Thrawn had shown her a slab of the ore, and Luke had confirmed that it could short out a lightsaber blade. This room was a Sith’s den, a bunker, protected on all sides and lined with the treasures of the order he had destroyed. 

[mirendils]

And I Will Never Be Normal About Luke Skywalker’s Yellow Lightsaber