#jedi wear chanel boots

[fonmythenmetz]

[sol-insidious]

Bringing my two cents to the (in)famous Luke "Chanel Boots" Skywalker joke because I actually have weird thoughts about Luke and fashion tropes that go beyond haha gay blonde twink like luxury brand.

Thinking about Luke's characterization and fashion as a narrative device. The significance of Luke leaving Tatooine with literally nothing but the clothes on his back and donning Corellian Bloodstripes at the end of A New Hope.

Thinking about Luke's wardrobe gradually transitioning from lighter colors to black throughout Episodes IV-VI.

Thinking about the sheer intentionality of Luke having an all-black wardrobe in Return of The Jedi onwards. Is it to honor his father? To mourn him? To remind himself of who he could be and who he already is? All of the above? Thinking about the deliberate asymmetry of Luke's single black glove. Thinking about the white flap on his chest.

Thinking about Padmé and how she was molded into fashion since birth, the extravagance of her outfits and makeup as an Amidala. Thinking about how Luke seems to mirror her regal anonymity with his cloaked grim reaper fit. Thinking about Luke's disconnected relationship with his late mother and wondering if he ever felt the same level of restrictive empowerment she did when she wore her gowns.

Thinking about the nuances of queer fashion and how it can equally be as empowering and restrictive to the wearer.

Thinking about the white and orange prison uniforms in Andor and the colors of the Rebel Alliance.

Thinking about my old Modernist Literature professor who wrote her thesis on the colors of stockings in D.H. Lawrence's fiction and how women characters chose to wear bright stockings under their long, billowing skirts that no-one else but themselves could see. Thinking about the color pink in Legally Blonde. Thinking about reading dress and fashion as a legitimate pathway to literary analysis. Thinking about the utter significance of Luke's entire outfit. All of his outfits.

Thinking about those damn Chanel Boots.

[elcarimercanto]

Things that actually happened in Star Wars Pt. 2

A cowboy breaks into the Jedi temple and steals one of their magic cubes

Obi-wan threatens to eat a shark man in prison

Lando wears Han's clothes

Palpatine told his villan origin story to Anakin at a fish opera

Leia gets shot out into space and then superman flies her way back to safety

Force Speed was shown like one time in The Phantom Menace

Fives makes a dick joke to Anakin

Zeb makes a dick joke to Ezra

Hondo almost sold Ahsoka as a sex slave but then gets saved by a circus act of children

Rex has to distract obi wan while Anakin and Padme were sexting

Padme gets Jabba's gay uncle arrested at his strip club for kidnapping his great nephew

Zeb and Kallus end up living together

Anakin and Padme almost make out on a space train until Obi-wan cockblocks them

Anakin tries to feel someone's temperature with a gloved robotic hand.

A clone gets eaten by a space eel(Rip Cutup)

Literally everything in the Umbara arc

Ezra gets milk cartons thrown at him then falls off the flying ship

Count Dooku throws a sand attack at Anakin

The council sent the horniest Jedi to protect the hottest senator

Luke shows up to fight Palpatine with the Chanel boots on like the fashion icon he is.

Luke wears Han's pants to the medal ceremony

Shaak Ti's died at least 4 times

Basically D-Day but it's Geonosis instead

Obi-wan and Girlfriend go for a casual stroll then witness a terrorist attack and a suicide

Link to part 1

[brrmian]

We know that Jabba the Hutt canonically knew who Anakin was. He even met him, in the TCW movie when he and Ahsoka returned his son. So Jabba probably saw an overdramatic, Chanel-boots-wearing, cloak-donning Jedi Knight who claimed to be called "Skywalker" and was like .... oh lmfao this makes sense

[odiesdayoff]

Fly Boy

Pair: Neil Lewis x Fem!Reader

Summary: Frustrated with Neil's rule about the employees being required to cosplay, you decide to mess with him.

Warnings: SMUT; 18+; Neil is a bit pathetic and mean at points; he can't find the clit but has a big dick lol

“Surely, you’ve seen something by Milos Foreman.” Neil held a stack of VHS that needed to be reset. It was mostly older stuff, you saw the worn copy of Persona in the middle. He and Jonathan had a heated argument (or discussion, as they referred to it) about why the customer would stop watching in the middle, but you understood. Only the men deeply involved in film could possibly enjoy something so bad. Too trained to think black and white meant that it was a good movie automatically. 

You shrugged, continuing to put the tapes on the shelf. “Never heard of him.” Paisa slid in right next to the edge of the shelf and The Red and The White. Only this place would have a section dedicated to foreign language war films. Like it would kill him to buy a copy of Shrek 2.

He nearly dropped the tapes on the counter and looked at you as if you just admitted to a horrible crime. “How have you never heard of him? One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest? The Fireman’s Ball? ” Just because you heard of the movie didn’t mean you knew every production assistant’s name. You watched movies for fun. They just weren’t your taste.

“More like The Fireman’s Balls.” You stifled a laugh at your own joke, though Neil was far from impressed or amused at all.

He put a tape into the rewinder and shook his head. “We’re gonna fix that. This Saturday.”

“Can’t do this Saturday.” He continued his quite bewildered stare at you. Of course, he forgot. “It’s your little Star Wars marathon night.”

He nodded with realization. “Right.”

His slight frown made you feel guilty, as it always did. Somehow, the grown man always managed to use puppy eyes on you successfully. “We’ll watch them. Soon.” He continued to rewind the tapes with a smile.

Star Wars wasn’t exactly your cup of tea. Boring was the descriptive term that rested on the tip of your tongue whenever the topic was brought up in the store. Not that you would ever admit that out loud. All three of them gave you a college-level lecture when you suggested that the Chanel boots-wearing Luke might have been into men. God forbid you had fun.

The costumes for women were slim, at least they were on Amazon. Your options were Padme, Leia, Rey, or some random obscure character from a show or cartoon you’d never heard of. A part of you wanted to make felt ears and be Jar Jar Binks just to piss them off.

There was still a way to mess with them, Neil especially. Hopefully, the extra you paid for overnight shipping was worth it and actually pulled through. 

By Saturday, you walked into Gumshoe with a large coat covering your costume. You braided your hair to the best of your abilities, trying to get as accurate as possible. The fabric of the costume was uncomfortable, digging into your skin and surely leaving marks you’d feel for days after.

Nerds crowded the small store, much more than usual. It was events like this one that made you reconsider your employment and how much you were a fan of movies in general. A Darth Vader brushed by you with a red solo cup of beer. Not many women were there, other than a few of the regulars dressed as Padme and Ahsoka. 

Neil, in Han Solo’s iconic white shirt with the navy blue vest (the version from Return of the Jedi ), waved you over to join the couch with him, Jonathan, and Lucian. A New Hope was in the VHS player and ready to start, the original cut before George Lucas made revisions of course. He was so proud of winning the Etsy bid for the original set of VHS tapes. 

You dropped the coat as you walked over and draped it on the front counter, locking eyes with the group as the costume was finally revealed: The bikini Leia wears at the beginning of Return of the Jedi. A part of you was anxious about the amount of skin you were showing and the people who were staring daggers into you. All you cared about was Neil’s reaction.

None of them said a word as you sat down on the couch next to them. “So, when’s this movie going to start?” Three pairs of eyes just looked back at you, more specifically, how your breasts bounced when you sat down and the thin straps that held the cloth that covered your panties. All you wore to work were t-shirts and jeans, along with the occasional tank top that left much to the imagination. You leaned over to the table and took the can of beer that Neil had been drinking, bringing it to your lips.

Neil cleared his throat. “Um, right now, actually.” He called everyone to the couches and rug, made a quick introduction to the night and thanked everyone for coming, then started the movie. You couldn’t help but notice the way his hands were clasped in front of his crotch and the bulge he was trying to hide.

Another person, dressed as Obi-Wan Kenobi in the third film, sat next to you. Only fifteen minutes in, he did the classic “fake yawn” in order to wrap his arm around your shoulders. He wasn’t slick, but as much as you noticed the attempt at flirting, Neil did as well. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, turning his attention back to the movie and trying not to make his glances towards you too obvious.

The can of beer didn’t last you too long, only until they were in the trash compactor. There was no way that you would get through the rest of these movies sober and a half-can of beer wasn’t going to get you there.

You got up and walked to the storage closet, where you knew that a full case of beer was hidden. Finally alone, you pulled out a can and opened it, allowing the lukewarm liquid to coat your throat. The beer was still a bit disgusting, but it got the job done. “What the fuck are you wearing, Princess?”

Neil stood in the doorway, closing the door behind him. You shrugged, even though you knew that he knew you were getting to him on purpose. “I’m participating. You never let me live down the Lord of the Rings night when I wore my regular clothes.”

He sighed and shook his head. “I didn’t mean to whore yourself out and wear practically nothing.”

“It’s accurate, not whoring out. Are you mad that I’m wearing it or that people are looking at me in it? What is it, Fly-boy?” You crossed your arms, unknowingly pushing your breasts together and creating more cleavage than there already was.

He ran a hand through his hair. “Christ, Y/n.” His hands cupped your cheeks and he pulled you in, crashing his lips against yours. It was a side of him you’d never seen before, his eyes were dark and only focused on you. Your back hit the wall and Neil’s hands traveled lower, pulling the string that held the bra together and ripping fabric until it fell to the floor.

“Now, beg me to fuck you like the whore that you’ve been parading yourself as all night. I know that’s what you want.” His hot breath burned your neck as he trailed his lips from your mouth to your collarbone. His words cut deeply, like nothing you’d expect to come from his mouth. Who knew sweet Neil could turn into this?

You nodded. “Please, Neil. I need you to fuck me. I’ve wanted you for so long.” He moaned against your skin as you spoke and hastily unbuckled his belt, freeing his aching cock. You untied the bottom of your costume and dropped your panties with it.

His chest pressed against yours and you winced as the cold wall came in contact with your bare skin. He wasted no time in lining his tip with your entrance and pushing in, softly moaning into your neck. “You’re so warm. You’re not a whore, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. Fuck.”

So, he really was all talk. Once he felt the touch of a woman, he became a needy mess. “It’s okay, Neil. Just, ah!” It was now that you finally understood the saying about nerdy boys and the size of their cocks, feeling him hit spots you didn’t know existed. You only hoped that the ongoing battle within whatever galaxy or solar system was louder than both of your unholy gasps and moans.

You would never hear the end of it if Jonathan or Lucian heard. They gave you enough shit for Neil’s unbelievably obvious crush on you that you chose to avoid on behalf of keeping peace in the store. Clearly, you had failed miserably in that aspect. Look at Neil’s cute face.

Not to mention his cock. The same cock currently driving into you and knocking the wind from your lungs. Neil fucked into you like he was on a time limit, chasing his climax and nearly sinking his teeth into your bare shoulder. “Your tits are mesmerizing.” You held back a laugh at his comment, reaching down to your clit before he slapped your hand away. “No, let me do it.”

A part of you wanted to deny it, but you let him. He blindly reached down and rubbed your labia, thinking he was on the money. You squeezed your eyes shut and gently guided his fingers to your clit, jolting when he found the right spot. “Oh, Neil…so good.”

His pace slowed and became less controlled. “I’m so close, sweetheart.”

“You’ll pull out, right?” He bit his lip and nodded. By the way he held tightly onto your hips and breathed in your scent, you knew that he barely heard your request.

The suspicion turned into fact when he stilled, pushing himself further into you as he came. “I’m sorry, baby. I’ll pay for the pill. You’re just…so warm.”

You nodded along with him, not caring as you crossed the finish line as well. As you both came down from the high, the realization kicked in. He tucked himself in his boxers and buttoned his pants. You picked up your shirt, well, bra. The straps were broken. “Shit, Neil. I can’t wear this.”

He furrowed his brows, then rummaged through one of the boxes in the corner of the room. A large, baby blue t-shirt with the Gumshoe logo on it was in his hands. “Put this on. Say you got too cold.”

You caught the shirt and put it on, watching the fabric fall to your knees. “Great.”

“You still look sexy.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked you up and down.

You rolled your eyes. “What does Leia say to Han Solo? Nerf-Herder? You’re that."

[dailydragon08]

Headcanon that Luke got his black ROTJ drip as a present from Leia cuz he wouldn’t tell her what happened on Bespin and that’s not normal for him. She can tell he’s hiding something and doesn’t wanna push, but gets him that outfit as a way to pamper him and even gets him the vest to make it look more Jedi robe-y. Lando also felt bad and helped.

I know the whole Chanel boots luke and him inheriting padme’s sense of fashion is popular but I honestly feel like this one fits him more. Like he grew up wearing the same potato sack everyday and then in ESB, wore the standard issue rebellion uniform (at least that’s what it looked like to me) and leia missed dressing herself up in fancy clothes cuz that’s not practical for a rebellion, so she decided to dress up luke instead.

[gay-disabled-characters-showdown]

LBGTQ+ Disabled Characters Showdown Round 3, Wave 1, Poll 4

A character being totally canon LGBTQ+ and disabled was not required to be in this competition. Please check qualifications and propaganda before asking why a character is included. 

Check out the other polls in this wave and prior here.

As a warning: it looks like tumblr is trying to eat the image id for Luke Skywalker, it is under the cut as well

Luke Skywalker-Star Wars

Qualifications:

his own dad cut his hand off :( THE gay character of Star Wars

Vader cuts off his hand in The Empire Strikes Back and he's very commonly portrayed as gay and/or aro in fanon. I think he might have been quietly confirmed as bi in some of the new canon novels but I'm not super familiar with OT-era EU material.

Propaganda:

Chanel boots etc etc

he was wearing the chanel boots. he saved the universe with the power of love and kindness. just look at him

Image ID: [An image of Luke Skywalker from Return of the Jedi. He is in frame from his waist up, and is looking slightly down and to the left of the frame. He is wearing black robes and has short blond hair. He is also wearing a glove over his right hand and his hands are in front of his stomach. He has a light skin tone. The background is blurred, but is Endor when it is dark, the middle of the back is blue, the edges plant matter.]

Xiao Xingchen-The Untamed / Mo Dao Zu Shi

Qualifications:

He's blind (long story there but basically his partner was blinded and they did some magic so gave up his eyes for him). He's technically not canonically queer in the show (unsure if he is in the books) but like intensely close relationship with his partner Song Lan and then unintentionally inspiring an insanely homoerotic obsession/relationship with his enemy. so like,,,, there are signs

Propaganda:

He's blind but he has a sword that point him towards evil things (ghost puppets). unfortunately for him, this can, and does, get exploited by others so he kills people he believes are just ghost puppets that aren't. anyways his story is quite tragic (along with everyone else around him. no one has a good time of it, not even the villain). He's also incredibly kind. like he saves some stranger off the side of the road and never asks him who he is or why he was there but still takes care of him and then when the guy just doesn't leave, they live in domestic bliss for like 3 years (this does not end well).

[jessequinnfirstofhername]

Wow! You guys are thirsty for Luke, and I couldn’t agree more ;)

Confession time: I do adore Original Trilogy-era Luke, but I might also be an Old Man Luke enjoyer...

Anyway, the results!

In first place, congratulations to Return of The Jedi's Luke.

We stan a Daddy's boy wearing a sensible little black number and Chanel boots.

In second place, we have our filthy swamp boy, The Empire Strikes Back's Luke.

...and last but not least, in third place, we have A New Hope's sweet summer child Luke. Looks like a cinnamon roll, is actually a cinnamon roll.

(Honorary mention to those brave souls who stan Sequel Trilogy-era Luke on main. I see you, comrades)

[elegantfeatherduster]

I want to share some of my favorite cosplay shoots from the last few years!! So first up: this shoot with Jason Laboy Photography and ReadySeasonOne as Mando.

We did this shoot outside in January in 20 degree weather clutching hand warmers between every shot, but BOY was it worth it. Jason is a good friend and an incredibly skilled photographer and he always nails it.

[starwarsite]

Bonus :

(This glorious illustration is from this gem of a video, not me)

[ed-dy-d]

im going to grab disney luke skywalker and shake him until he starts being normal again

[katherynefromphilly]

Okay. Okay so. Okay.

My gut reaction to this, as a person who has loved Return of the Jedi for 40 years, is: HOW DARE THEY.

Because this image? Of Luke’s M O M E N T A R Y lapse in judgement? Of him turning to the Dark Side for exactly 45 seconds?

This is not what that Throne Room Scene was about. This was not the meaning of “like my father before me”. If it were, then Luke would have kept going, and killed his father, and then stayed turned to darkness for like 25 years.

No. The “like my father before me” is him saying “fuck you” to the emperor while wearing his black Chanel boots and Gucci glove and Luis Vuitton jumpsuit, which then inspired Anakin to say “fuck you” to authority once again, this being the Emperor, thankfully.

That’s how you celebrate Return of the Jedi.

By saying Fuck You to authority and following your gut, and inspiring others to do the same.

Everyone have at it. The world could use some Luke Skywalker Saying Fuck You In Style right about now.

Russell Walks SDCC-2023-exclusive poster, celebrating 40 years of The Return of the Jedi

[odetokeons]

jedi me vs mandalorian me

this picrew is my new favourite thing

[ohmyoverland]

t shirt that says "luke skywalker is a gay man" that i can wear to all future nerd movie premieres

[artistrybyarielle]

Luke Skywalker wearing white: Baby boy. Baby.

Luke Skywalker wearing black: Hot.

[abouttimefortea]

Din: Are you a jedi?

Luke THEE Skywalker, green light saber in one hand, black Prada™️ glove on the other, wearing the 1000 thread count Gucci™️ jedi robe, the Black Chanel™️ Boots: yeah