#Princess Leia’s Theme

[big-lonely-idjit]

Princess Leia’s Theme

[skyshipper]

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[jedimandalorian]

@thevibraniumveterans You are correct. I noticed the similarities between these melodies first time I watched Rebels and heard Ezra’s theme. It immediately reminded me of the Han Solo and the Princess love theme from TESB, which has a “concert” version that I highly recommend.

“Han Solo and the Princess” represents Han’s daring heroics as well as his feelings for Leia in the score for The Empire Strikes Back.

Listen carefully from around 2:31 and you will hear how John Williams intertwined Princess Leia’s Theme with the Han Solo theme, giving the listener no doubt that Han’s love for the Princess is reciprocated. It’s brilliant. John Williams is an absolute genius.

There are moments in the Rebels score in which the presentation of Sabine’s theme easily slides right into Ezra’s theme. It happens around 2:00 in this recording.

Composers don’t do things like that by accident. It’s done deliberately. 😉

An interesting analysis of “Sabine Sees Ezra.”

Even though Sabine and Ezra’s themes reflect their different personalities, it is interesting to note that both themes begin with the same interval, a heroic-sounding perfect fifth.

I’m hoping for a really emotional track called “Sabine Finds Ezra” from the Ahsoka series. I just want the music to make me cry tears of joy right along with them during that scene.

The good news is that Kevin Kiner is the composer for Ahsoka, so I am expecting some thematic continuity with Rebels. I loved that the Ahsoka trailer music is based on Ahsoka’s theme from The Clone Wars.

[aconstantmotion]

Not me crying 5mins into the episode when Threepeo showed up and mentioned Leia, because you know damn well if Carrie Fisher were still here, she would have been all for showing up in this show!

[woodfrogs]

leia organa THE character of all time

[cellamare]

made the mistake of watching the Netflix Avatar trailer and am now teary-eyed from hearing the opening theme

[hauntingsoundtracks]

Star Wars Episode IV : A New Hope (1977), directed by George Lucas

Princess Leia's theme, original soundtrack by John Williams

[maulfucker]

Guess who has a star wars watch now

[guitarlessonsbobbycrispy]

STAR WARS - Princess Leia's Theme - Guitar Lesson

[barbielore]

In 2019 and 2020, Mattel released a series of 7 Barbies themed around Star Wars characters. Unlike many of the other pop culture Barbie tie-ins, though, these aren't Barbies dressed to look like Star Wars characters: these are high fashion ensembles inspired by Star Wars characters.

And they rule.

Princess Leia and Rey look relatively directly inspired by the fashions of those characters in the film; just with a bit more of a fashion spin. In particular note that Leia still has her iconic bun hairstyle.

However some of the other fashions are more inspired by than they are direct riffs. Chewbacca for example is a pretty loose adaptation.

My personal favourite though is definitely the Stormtrooper Barbie. She kind of slays.

6 of the 7 dolls were released as Gold Label, but Chewbacca was a Platinum Label release with less than 5000 dolls created.

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mistletoe [ficmas day 4] [loki laufeyson x afab!reader]

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author's note: okay so despite the fact that literally nothing about y/n is like this fic, while writing this i was thinking of "a job a million prs would die for" which is an excellent loki fic although i frequently hate it bc i want an even happier ending lol but what can you do

playlist:

princess leia's theme -- john williams

only when it snows -- nova miller

'tis the damn season -- taylor swift

Stark’s holiday parties were legendary in a catastrophic way. An evening that would normally start with typical merriment would end with some disaster. Never a life-threatening one, just one that caused the cleaning crew to have to pull a late shift.

Loki was unsure why he was being invited to go.

Was Thor convinced he was ‘rehabilitated’? Yes. Does that mean anyone liked him? No. He preferred solitude, away from Midgardians. Just because he decided he wasn’t going to conquer the planet didn’t mean he was good. 

Loki was forced to share a suite with his oaf of a brother. It was one of the worst punishments Stark could’ve mustered. Only one of them, though.

You were the other one. 

You and your obnoxious Christmas cheer and determination to make him enjoy humanity. It was exhausting being around you. He would’ve killed you if he thought he could get away with it. 

“How’s this look?” you asked Loki, holding up a snowflake you had just cut out. He was in the common area enjoying a cup of tea in solitude. Until you came bounding in with your blasted crafts. 

He gave you a look.

“Oh c’mon, gimme something to work with. I’m really putting in my all,” you sighed, returning to your snowflake extravaganza. Loki ignored you, sipping his tea instead. It wasn’t as good as most Asgardian teas, but it was good enough. One of the few luxuries he could enjoy on Earth. The sound of snipping scissors filled the room. Loki imagined taking the scissors and slitting your throat with it. “Are you going to the holiday party?”

“The what?” Loki questioned, brows furrowed. You put your scissors down. 

“The holiday party. For Christmas. That Tony is throwing.”

Loki had a vague idea of what Christmas was, although he preferred the classical version that included Krampus and coal. Of course, there were Nordic holidays, but none that anyone here (besides Thor) would celebrate. Loki also, most definitely, did not get an invite. 

“I refuse to attend anything that imbecile hosts,” Loki murmured. You chuckled knowingly.

“In other words, you didn’t get an invite.” Loki glared at you. “You could come with me.”

“I most certainly will not,” Loki snapped. You raised up your hands in a ‘surrender’ pose. You went back to your crafts, ignoring him. He spoke after a few moments. “Why would you ask me?”

“You seem lonely,” you shrugged. Loki opened and closed his mouth, information and surprise coating his features. “And I want to crack you like an egg.” You imitated cracking an egg, and Loki narrowed his eyes further. He stood up, done with the conversation, and wanted peace and quiet. He could likely find it shortly before Thor returned from working out. You waved goodbye as he was heading out.

Loki was still aggravated when he got back to his room and was upset to see Thor was back early. His brother was sprawled on the living room couch watching Midgardian TV. Loki had little hope of getting to his bedroom without being forced to engage in conversation. 

“Brother! Where have you been?” Thor called out, arms crossed behind his head. 

“Out,” Loki sighed. He stared at one of the paintings hanging on the wall, something Stark chose, which was why it was abhorrent. Loki tapped his foot, his brother’s attention still on the TV. I heard that there will be a soiree. I assume you’re attending?” Loki asked, keeping his voice light. Thor looked over at him. 

“One of Stark’s parties for the Midgardian holiday of Christmas,” Thor paused his show, peering at Loki. “Do you want to attend?”

“Why? So I can watch your ridiculous Avengers preen around like peacocks?” Loki scoffed. “I’d rather stay here.”

“Invites open if you decide to attend,” Thor turned back on his show. “I would be happy to see you there.”

Loki left for his room after that, closing the door behind him. The room wasn’t to his liking, but decorating it the way he might’ve would mean that he intended to stay. Which he didn’t. Someday, he would go far, far away from this Hel. This was a temporary stepping stone. Nothing here was of substance. 

He glanced at the nice clothes in his dresser anyway, even if he didn’t intend to stay. 

This is insanity, Loki thought to himself as he stood inside his room. He was wearing a suit, and there was not one pop of green evident anywhere. He didn’t know why he bothered. You and his brother only invited him to be nice, not because he belonged there. He didn’t belong anywhere. 

A knock at the front door broke him out of his thoughts. 

Loki walked over to the front of his suite and opened the door. To his surprise, you were the one knocking. He blinked as he took in your appearance. You were dressed in cocktail attire, the dress hugging your figure, lips painted in a color he’d never seen on you. You looked him up and down like you were also noticing him for the first time. 

“I was coming here to convince you to come,” you said, a slight smirk on your lips. “But it appears you’re ready to go.”

“I was still deciding.”

“Totally,” you chuckled. “Are we going or what? I’m already behind three whole drinks.” You stepped aside to let Loki out. His arm brushed against yours as he closed the door, sparks shooting up his spine that he elected to ignore. You walked right next to him as you went the two flights to the ballroom. Of course, Stark spared no expense in decorations. There was a live orchestra, several decorated trees, strings of lights and ornaments, and plenty of booze to spare. 

Loki rolled his eyes at Thor, chatting with several women and proving that not much had changed since their time on Asgard. Loki looked over to see you grabbing two flutes of champagne from a waiter. Before he could assume one was for him, you downed both of them and quickly found another waiter to return the glasses to. He looked at you in fascination.

“What?” you said, wiping your mouth. “I get nervous in social situations.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” Loki sneered. “You’re always a thorn in my side.”

“You’re very easy to annoy,” you grinned, and part of Loki enjoyed that he was the reason you were grinning. Your eyes scanned the crowd, searching for something and perking up when you found it. “Now that I’ve located the bar, I am going to get myself something with hard liquor. Care to join?”

Loki had nothing better to do. Especially as people continued to give him a wide breadth. It wasn’t unknown that he had been staying at the tower, but it was still considered a hindrance to most. Not that it ever seemed to bother you. 

Loki stayed by your side most of the night because it was either that or spending time with his brother. At some point, you had gotten Loki to talk about things he was interested in. Nothing deep, but you both delved into a heavy discussion on certain books as well as made ill-placed bets on some of the other inhabitants of Avengers Tower. Loki resented the fact that he found himself having actual fun, especially as hours into the party; Thor decided it would be funny to have people try to lift Mjinior. Everyone with a Midgardian alcohol tolerance was on their way to not remembering the night, but a delightful buzz filled the air. You dragged Loki closer to the action, taking his jacket sleeve in the process. You still stayed close to him even when you reached your destination, and Loki could smell your perfume from your proximity. 

He continued to have fun, especially as he watched Stark struggle to move the hammer. Romanoff and Barton didn’t even try. Rogers got it a little bit, which led to a look of concern on Thor’s face that Loki would be enjoying for months. Other party guests participated, and at some point, Barton noticed you and Loki. 

“How about Y/N and Horns try their hand?” Barton called out, cheers piling on. Loki sent one glare to get most to shut up, refusing to embarrass himself with such frivolous things. You just shrugged, not as inebriated as most humans there but still feeling the effects. Loki worried you’d trip in your heels as you made your way to the hammer, cracking your knuckles as you waved at the small crowd. They cheered as you wrapped your hands around the leather handle, took a deep breath in, and lifted. 

Everyone, including Loki’s, jaw dropped as you easily lifted the hammer. You faltered back a step, obviously expecting some adversity. You twirled it in your hands, looking shocked yet proud. You spun on your heel towards Thor, throwing the hammer at him. He managed to catch it, still looking at you in shock.

“Does this mean I’m the new god of thunder?” you questioned, hiding a smile. 

“Oh, I hope so, I need more eye candy,” Stark drawled. You, Romanoff, and Loki all glared at him. “Kidding, as long as Bruce is here, I’m happy.”

“Thanks, Tony,” Banner muttered, one of the only attendees to abstain from drinking and, therefore, one of the few sober onlookers. 

Stark was still relentlessly teasing Rogers for not being as ‘pure’ as you walked back to Loki. You had to reassure Thor that you did not want his title or his hammer. You stumbled a little, and the several whiskey sours you downed caught up to you. Loki grabbed your arms to study you, and you smiled at him gratefully. 

“Can we sit down? My feet are killing me,” you grumbled, and Loki obliged. He didn’t like being surrounded by that many people anyway. You found a quiet corner away from the main room, a little dimmer but with the same twinkling lights and Christmas decorations as the rest of the party. You sat down on a red settee and started removing your heels, sighing in the process. Loki stayed focused on the different ornaments on the tree rather than your exposed calf. 

“Are you still going to be friends with me?” you questioned. Loki turned to you in surprise. “You know, because I lifted the hammer and all.”

“I’m not jealous if that’s what you’re inferring,” Loki raised a brow, hands in his pockets. You stood up and joined him, so much smaller now that you were just in your dress. “I’m not surprised, though,” Loki murmured.

“Well, I’m surprised,” you shook your head. “Not sure what about me is worthy.”

“You’re kind, even to people like me.” He said the last part as an afterthought, but you heard. You seemed to always hear what he was saying. You glanced up, smiling. He looked up to see dozens of hanging stars and mistletoe hanging above you. 

“Mistletoe,” you murmured, the lights reflected in your eyes. 

“I don’t understand why Stark would hang up something poisonous when any of these drunken idiots could ingest it.”

“It’s tradition,” you responded. He still didn’t know why you were smiling. 

“Tradition?”

“If you’re under the mistletoe with someone, you have to kiss them,” you shrugged. “Christmas tradition.”

“Humans are appalling creatures.”

“You’re the one standing under the mistletoe, buddy,” you laughed. Loki noticed you scrunched your nose when you laughed.

“I would never force myself on someone because of a stupid tradition,” Loki scoffed, but you still weren’t perturbed. In fact, you seemed thoughtful. 

“It wouldn’t be force,” you said. “Not for me.” You basically whispered the last part, but Loki was no fool. He understood what you were saying. But because you were kind, you didn’t push. Instead, you looked as if you might walk back to the party, away from him. Loki stepped closer to you instead. You looked up, alarmed. “What are you doing?” you stammered. 

“Tradition,” he smirked, leaning in and kissing you. It was short, it was calm, and it was one of the best things Loki had experienced in his existence. Being with you under the lights and mistletoe, surrounded by warmth and laughter. It made him long for more. When he pulled away, he saw stars and longing in your eyes. “Merry Christmas,” he whispered, stepping back. He expected nothing more from this; he would just have this one moment to cherish. 

You pulled him back, kissing him again. Much firmer, and Loki swore he could taste the whiskey you drank on your lips. When you broke away this time, you were grinning like a Cheshire cat. 

“Merry Christmas, Loki,” you grinned, grabbing his hands. “C’mon, let’s rejoin the party.”

Loki was thankful he let you talk him into attending, even if it was for something as simple as a holiday party. 

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[teddybearsandspaceships]

Can´t decide what´s my favorite part about the latest guess the build videos, but these are strong contenders:

Jimmy and Grian each saying what grinds their gears is the other being late to their stream – and then Joel gets Grian´s the wrong way around at the end

A build of Jimmy and Grian, Impulse guessing “best friends […]” and Grian building himself and Jimmy again

Gem, who has never watched Star Wars, having to build “a man crying over Princess Leia”, deciding to build Scar, and to make Scar one starts with booty shorts

Scar showing up at one point to troll Grian so Grian had to lock him in spectator mode

All the times Impulse got the fairy tale (his own theme!) tragically wrong

Skizz´ terrible Etho build (as literal teacher´s pet!), Gem recognizing who it´s supposed to be, and “Joel teaching Etho redstone” being guessed multiple times in the “unlikely things” category

Further in the “unlikely things” category, “Jimmy winning the Life series” staying consistent the whole way through

Grian demanding Jimmy apologize to Joel´s audience for how he depicted them

Joel´s theme simply being “me” – and that not turning out the ego boost he wanted ^^

[sorchathered]

It had been the best day ever, but it wasn’t over yet.

You’d been that kid in school. The one who’s parents took them to Disney every summer, the one who was forever obsessed with all the movies and princesses and getting all dressed up to go meet Mickey Mouse the first day in the parks.

Your sweet midwestern boyfriend had never been, and you were determined to make it the best week of his life, planning adventure after adventure and the grand finale would be to spend the day at Galaxy’s Edge doing all the Star Wars themed things until his little nerd heart was good and content.

You woke him up that morning in space buns and a Princess Leia t-shirt, holding up the matching Han Solo one and bouncing on your toes as you excitedly rush him to get ready, promises for this to be the best day spilling from your mouth between kisses.

You’d taken him on every ride at least twice, loving the sparkle in his bright blue eyes as he takes it all in, and oh the character meet ups had been even better! Watching your tall, broad man be dwarfed by Chewbacca was hilarious, and when he’d gotten to see the Mandalorian it was the little giggle he let out at Grogu that had your heart absolutely melting.

You’d been waiting all day for his big surprise, and as you led him to the building marked Savi’s workshop he gasped when he realized what you had planned. “Wait- are we really?” He said with a toothy grin and you giggled at how childlike he looked in this moment. “We absolutely are, only the best for my man. Let’s go build you a lightsaber baby.”

He was over the moon, he’d loved every bit of this vacation but really today had taken the cake. He posed for pictures with stormtroopers in front of the Millennium Falcon and his new lightsaber while you grinned from ear to ear, and he knew for sure you were absolutely it for him. So when he pulled you in to take some pictures with him he distracted you with a kiss as he pulled the pretty ring from his pocket and then bent down to ask you to be his. You’d said it would be the best day ever for him but maybe it could be the best day for you both, tears welling up in your eyes as you squealed an enthusiastic yes while the crowd around you erupted in cheers and applause.

Later that night in your fancy suite at the Grand Floridian, your handsome Jedi laid you out on the gorgeous king size bed and took you apart with his hands and mouth before he finally sunk into you as he whispered the sweetest words that had your chest swelling with love and pride. Cradled in his arms in the early morning hours he sighed into the crook of your neck “I love you” and you just couldn’t help but reply “I know” with a grin.

It really had been the best day ever.

[fives-girlfriend]

Had a friend listen to Dual of the Fates one (1) time and now they're deep in the shit, never underestimate the godly power of John Williams

the star wars soundtrack makes me so emotional. i owe john williams my life.

[musewrangler]

Anyone else absolutely WRECKED by the echo of Princess Leia’s theme at the end of Kenobi? When he says good bye to her? And they won’t see each other again until he dies for her? Just me?

And RIGHT FROM THERE we segway to Luke’s theme and Obi wan gives him the toy ship…

Say what you will about the show (I loved it) the soundtrack was FIRE.