Tell Them How Far Back We Go, Kenobi! 

Let’s go to work

ultimately, there was nothing i didn’t love about tpp. fight me

A dumb comic about Grievous’ collection~

One of the most powerful moments I experienced as an ancient history student was when I was teaching cuneiform to visitors at a fair. A father and his two little children came up to the table where I was working. I recognised them from an interfaith ceremony I’d attended several months before: the father had said a prayer for his homeland, Syria, and for his hometown, Aleppo.

All three of them were soft-spoken, kind and curious. I taught the little girl how to press wedges into the clay, and I taught the little boy that his name meant “sun” and that there was an ancient Mesopotamian God with the same name. I told them they were about the same age as scribes were when they started their training. As they worked, their father said to them gently: “See, this is how your ancestors used to write.”

And I thought of how the Ancient City of Aleppo is almost entirely destroyed now, and how the Citadel was shelled and used as a military base, and how Palmyran temples were blown up and such a wealth of culture and history has been lost forever. And there I was with these children, two small pieces of the future of a broken country, and I was teaching them cuneiform. They were smiling and chatting to each other about Mesopotamia and “can you imagine, our great-great-great-grandparents used to write like this four thousand years ago!” For them and their father, it was more than a fun weekend activity. It was a way of connecting, despite everything and thousands of kilometres away from home, with their own history.

This moment showed me, in a concrete way, why ancient studies matter. They may not seem important now, not to many people at least. But history represents so much of our cultural identity: it teaches us where we come from, explains who we are, and guides us as we go forward. Lose it, and we lose a part of ourselves. As historians, our role is to preserve this knowledge as best we can and pass it on to future generations who will need it. I helped pass it on to two little Syrian children that day. They learnt that their country isn’t just blood and bombs, it’s also scribes and powerful kings and Sun-Gods and stories about immortality and tablets that make your hands sticky. And that matters.

Unreleased footage of the Jedi Temple during Order 66

some underrated screencaps of ahsoka and darth maul

(i say underrated cuz there r a ton of rly popular screencaps of these 2)

1) photos taken seconds before near-dismemberment (as if maul hasnt already lost enough limbs)

2) “I sense a presence… a presence i havent felt since– goddamnit maul! quit following me around!”

3) queen ahsoka makes maul her bitch

4) this just. looks super cool

5) “I got my eye on you. Dont try anything”

6) she does this thing where she uses her opponent as a step ladder. anakin wud b so proud

7) HOW FUCKING STRONG IS THIS GIRL??? even maul looks shocked

There's something about that last scene that I don't really know how to put into words

For me, Anakin and Vader are and always have been two entirely separate characters that I just can't merge together. When I watch the OT, I don't see Anakin. I'm not reminded of the young chosen one from the PT or TCW. When I watch TCW, I see nothing of the empire's most brutal enforcer. Once Anakin puts on that helmet, he just ceases to be Anakin

But that last scene. I don't know what it was, but for the first time, I saw Anakin in that suit. That wasn't some separate character that landed at the crash site. That was very clearly Anakin picking up the lightsaber of his friend and apprentice that he never got to say goodbye to. That was Anakin looking up at the sky and toiling over his many mistakes. That was Anakin that sheathed her saber and turned away from the faces of Ahsoka and the Clones staring at him, reminding him of what he'd done.

He might've been wearing a mask and long flowing cape, but that was Anakin, clear as day. That was the hero whose adventures we've been watching for over a decade, and so much pain and anguish was captured in just a few minutes with no dialogue whatsoever

https://twitter.com/JoonasSuotamo/status/1251517853876080641?s=09

Animation is my passion.