#princess leia
Star Wars costume exhibit at the Denver Art Museum until April 2. Yes, you can take photos, yes, it’s incredible, and yes, I’m going a second time.
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Vader shakes his fists at his daughter’s unstoppable girlbossery!
“Star Wars 48: The Third Law.” Original Marvel. March 24, 1981. Writer: Larry Hama. Penciller: Carmine Infantino. Inker: Carlos Garzón. Letterer: Rick Parker. Colorist: Glynis Oliver.
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Leia Organa, my beloved!
Mermay Day 4 - “star wars”
wasn’t sure what to do for this, because I was never really into star wars myself… so have a cute fangirl Queenie
wanted to post this yesterday, but was way to tired after work
Custom LEGO Friends - Princess Leia (Boushh)
#lego#starwars#princessleia#leiaorgana#boushh#returnofthejedi#tatooine#friends
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The hype is real. These are all the Star Wars costumes I’d like to make in the (near) future…
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Star Wars
Carrie Fisher as Princess Leia gets direction from George Lucas, with her wrists still cuffed together.
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DAVID PROWSE
You have been an instrumental part of the childhoods and adulthoods of countless millions, and we are forever grateful. May you live on in the Force for all time.
Leia and bb-Ben - Jedi Leia and The Legacy Child
How it could have all gone. something to honor Jedi Leia and her legacy son. Carrie always wanted a purple lightsaber, so this is to honor her as well.
//Congratulations to their family for the happy addition and new a legacy Fisher. Wish Carrie could be here to welcome her first grandchild to the world. — Part of a small collection of Leia & BB-Ben tributes made with love for the ever perfect Princess Carrie Fisher our space angel.
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Leading up to the 40th anniversary of the @starwars franchise, Vanity Fair introduces the next chapter in its saga with four covers devoted to The Last Jedi.
Photographs by Annie Leibovitz.
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The heat.
Scorching, suffocating.
Leia couldn’t breathe, couldn’t scream. The searing pain of flames ravaging her flesh, leaving charred smoldering charcoal in their wake. Pyre and lava, billowing smoke vandalizing her airways; vaporizing her scleras, eating away the soft palate of her throat.
Excruciating, the anguish so overwhelming it left her numb and whimpering at once. The terror so raw, the livid rage unhinged. She felt so many contradictory emotions. Sorrow, betrayal, jealousy, fury, scorn. Hopelessness. She would surely die here. Embers burrowing into her skin, the air thick and dry. She couldn’t blink, couldn’t swallow, couldn’t think. She was alone, she would die alone. They all abandoned her.
Despite the agony, despite her waning sanity she saw through muddied eyes, how her own skeletal arm extended forwards. Cybernetic, a fake mockery of a human appendage surviving the unforgiving brimstone. Pulling her along the gravel, ripping and peeling the skin off of her stomach, her torso. She would not give in. She’d never relent. She was too afraid of what may become of her, were she to die.
A woman, pearly tears streaming down her pale cheeks. Her hazel eyes glassy, her voice breaking as she spoke. Leia couldn’t hear what she was saying, but she felt a tremendous, overwhelming guilt. Through the suffering, her artificial hand reached for the beautiful maiden. Instead, the woman’s visage turned to dust and scattered to the wind. Behind her followed a bearded man. Auburn hair falling into his eyes, disbelief and regret etched into his features.
Full chapter and fic on Ao3:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/24050629/chapters/66665332
I love Princess Leia Organa and I miss her everyday and I also miss when she was a Jedi because that was sick as hell
