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The Princess is everything Luke wants to be. She is socially conscious, whereas he is thrown into things; intellectually, she is a strong leader, and he is just a kid.

- George Lucas

People often talk about how Han influenced Luke, but we should also look at how Leia influenced Luke.

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I’ve always really liked this idea—that they’re the exact same age, but their different lives have given them very different levels of maturity, and Luke is envious, but fascinated, and idolizes her a bit.

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It’s kind of weird to think of Han as being a big influence compared to Leia.  I mean, yes, they were close.  But it’s made reasonably obvious that close male friends aren’t something Luke’s ever lacked.  If anything, I’d say they’re mutually influential.  Han’s experience and training help temper Luke’s youth and inexperience, and his cynicism demands that Luke account for his own faith. Luke, in turn, cracks Han’s shell with hope and faith, and his earnest belief that Han can be better than what he’s let himself become won’t let him crawl back into the hole he’s dug for himself.

But Leia?

I mean, come on.  Luke’s got these vague intentions to run away and do…something.  He’s dissatisfied with his home life, he’s dissatisfied with the future he sees for himself, and he resents, in an equally vague way, the expectations of his family.  He thinks of joining the rebellion because he’s romanticized it.   He thinks of going to the academy because it’s anywhere but where he’s at.  All of his ambitions amount to this sort of nebulous, Anything But What I Have aspiration.  He goes running after Kenobi on the strength of a shitty, recorded hologram because it seems exciting.  He has no real idea about what this sort of mission would entail, or cost, or achieve.  It’s an Adventure, and he’s bored.

Then he meets Leia, and she’s literally everything he ever had some mindless daydream about being.  Only instead of being a cardboard cut-out hero in some story he’s using to distract himself from a shitty frontier subsistence-farmer life, she’s a real person who’s actually fucking doing it.  She’s a leader.  She’s a fighter.  She’s risking life and limb for a cause she completely and utterly understands and absolutely believes in.  This isn’t some thing she ran away to do because she got sick of being a princess and a senator.  People look up to her, and follow her, and obey her, because she’s spent her life earning it.

He’s looking around and going “Empire bad?  We blow up ships?” and she’s going “Here’s ten political treatises on why the Empire needs to go, here are the details of troop movements and expected reinforcements and supply lines for the upcoming battle, and here are the family photos of everybody in the next ten systems that are going to get stomped into bloody paste in retaliation if we fail here.” He finds her, and within five minutes she’s gone from the princess he’s rescuing because that’s what action heroes do to the person he needs to emulate if he’s ever going to make something of himself.

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Explore and Ride St. Anthony Sand Dunes in Idaho

Located far from any ocean, the BLM-managed St. Anthony Sand Dunes appears as a rolling sea of sand on the eastern edge of Idaho’s volcanic Snake River Plain. These vast dunes are the largest in Idaho. They blanket an area approximately 35 miles long and 5 wide, and range from 50 to 500 feet high. These white quartz sand dunes are a unique and popular recreational playground for off-highway vehicle enthusiasts, hikers and equestrians. Picnicking, snowmobiling, wildlife viewing and camping opportunities are also available here. The area features Deadhorse Bowl, a popular OHV sand bowl one-mile in circumference and 400 feet deep, located in the western section of the dune complex.

Photos by Bob Wick, BLM Wilderness Specialist

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intoyoursunlight:

Ben: Okay, stay cool, stay cool, pretend like you didn’t just smack your head against the cabinet from the mere touch of her hand, compliment her on how awesome she is but try not to stare at her, oh fuck did I just say paws, shit say fingers instead, no that sounded just as lame, dammit why is she looking at me like that, what was I going to say, Leslie can I kiss you, NO, shit, don’t say that, do not say that…
Leslie: I wanna make out with him so badly.

intoyoursunlight:

Ben: Okay, stay cool, stay cool, pretend like you didn’t just smack your head against the cabinet from the mere touch of her hand, compliment her on how awesome she is but try not to stare at her, oh fuck did I just say paws, shit say fingers instead, no that sounded just as lame, dammit why is she looking at me like that, what was I going to say, Leslie can I kiss you, NO, shit, don’t say that, do not say that…

Leslie: I wanna make out with him so badly.

Today was one of those awesome days where nothing particularly noteworthy happened. I got a ton of work done (way more than I expected to), I proposed an idea that the people I work with seemed 100% on board with implementing, I wore a great outfit, and I finally got in a good workout again (it’s been a couple weeks).

Plus it’s my half-birthday!