when fans portray a character as a smooth flirty fucker when in canon they’re just like ‘hey who wants to watch me chug this entire fucking bottle of root beer’
han solo
chewie with a little sling attached to his bandoleer so he could carry baby ben around on the falcon while he did repairs or handled the controls.
han trusting chewie with ben like almost no one else, the same way he trusted chewie with his own life more times than either of them could count.
chewie watching han fall from that catwalk and remembering han’s face the first time he handed chewie the tiny squirming bundle and said, “just don’t drop him, all right?”
chewie pulling his aim to the side at the last second, because he promised.
It’s rather chilling to consider that one of the most indelible images in the Star Wars saga is its heroine silenced, stripped down, and in chains. I know a lot of men have positive feelings about this particular costume — in fact there’s an entire episode of the popular sitcom Friends that’s devoted to it — which is why it’s kind of hilariously ironic that Han Solo was blind during these scenes. That is, the one man who is romantically attached to Leia is the one man who never saw her in the golden bikini. Which means Han Solo is more attracted to a mouthy space age shield maiden than he is to a tight female body on display. In fact, if I could be so bold, I would suggest that Han Solo would be more turned on hearing about how Leia strangled Jabba the Hutt to death — using nothing but the chain that enslaved her — than he would be hearing about how his sworn enemy turned the woman he loved into a tawdry plaything.
It was finally Solo—of all people—who opened his mouth to speak for the group. For the Alliance.
“Tell [the Ewoks] this, Goldenrod—’ he smiled at [C-3PO], with conscious affection for the first time. ‘Tell them it’s hard to translate a rebellion, so maybe a translator shouldn’t tell the story. So I’ll tell ‘em.
“They shouldn’t help us ’cause we’re asking ’em to. They shouldn’t even help us ’cause it’s in their own interest to—even though it is, you know—just for one example, the Empire’s tappin’ a lot of energy out of this moon to generate its deflector shield, and that’s a lot of energy you guys are gonna be without come winter, and I mean you’re gonna be hurtin’…but never mind that. Tell ‘em. Threepio.”
Threepio told them. Han went on.
“But that’s not why they should help us. That’s why I used to do stuff, because it was in my interest. But not anymore. Well, not so much, anyway. Mostly I do things for my friends, now—’cause what else is so important? Money? Power? Jabba had that, and you know what happened to him. Okay, okay, the point is
— your friends are…your friends. You know?”
This was one of the most inarticulate pleas Leia had ever heard, but it made her eyes fill with tears.
— Return of the Jedi, Chapter VI