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Bakuman wedgie story
Wanted to do a "Black Butler" story, yet the first manga volume doesn't really tell you a lot about the story and the world. So I will do it later, when I got further through the mangas. Ever read the manga "Bakuman"? Well, you should. I mean, it's from the author and drawer Team that made the original "Death Note" manga. The main characters dream of becoming big in the manga industrie. You of course learn a lot about the Mangas and Japan. There is also that cool book "The Princess of Tennis: My year working in Japan as an assistant manga artist". Whatever let's get started.
Moritaka Mashiro was sleeping in the Office. The Boy Standing on the other side of the desk, wearing a small smile, was Akito Takagi. A long time Class A student. And... it still felt weird to think that... Moritakas partner on a path with a clear goal: Becoming Number one in the manga industrie! Moritkas head was lying sideways on the table. Akito sighed, sat down on another chair and looked at his friend. Sometim
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Dragonball Z Brother wedgie
Goku's eyes were warm, his lips formed a smile, as he and his son Gohan flew towards a little Island in the middle of the sea. And on that Island, among some palms, an umbrella and a deck chair, was a little house. Master Roshi's home, the Kame house. This was exactly what he was looking for. "Look, Gohan", Goku said. "There lives Master Roshi." They landed on the Islands ground. "There we are. Halo!" And it didn't take long before Gokus eyes met familiar faces: Master Roshi, who as always wore this sunglasses and a white beard contrasting his bald head. Bulma, the blue haired lady which accompanied Goku on his first search for the seven magical Dragonballs. She was wearing a white jacket and shorts. And of course there was Krilling, Gokus long time friend who, like Goku himself, had been trained by Master Roshi long ago. The bold guys body was hidden behind the same orange Jumpsuit Goku wore. Bulma blinked in surprise as her eyes noticed the small boy next to Goku... and the read hat
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Naruto Wedgie Story - the next generation (part 6)
Shikadai groaned as he tried to adjust his underwear. Boruto did the same, yet he managed (barely) to suppress his urge to groan. But while they stood there, rubbing their own behinds, Mitzuki came closer. "This was Interesting", he said. Boruto and Shikadai exchanged a quick glance. "Sure", Shikadai said. "Interesting", Boruto said. They blushed, tried not to look the other one in the face. Mitsuki was probably the only satisfied person in attendance. Even Inojin seemed unsure. Shikadai had gotten a hard wedgie - but Boruto as well. So... yay? Boruto and Shikadai looked to the side, both silent. To meet a friend for a wedgie fight was weird. To wait for the aftermath while wearing ripped underpants wasn't much better... "So..." Boruto sighed. He wasn't eager to get the result of this - but he knew that there wasn't a real way around it. "What happens now? Who won?" Shikadai bit his lip. Mitzuki on the other hand frowned. "I'll have to check. Wait a sec." He consulted his "rules book"
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Dragonball Wedgie story (part 2/2)
Trunks yawned, before drinking the orange Juice straight from the packet. He was only in his underwear, a pair of bright blue briefs. He always did this when his folks were somewhere else. It made him feel naughty, like a rebel. He had thought about changing that since Goten was going to came over soon to give him... his wedgies. Trunks shook his head. This still felt weird. In fact, it was really weird to wear this underwear. He knew that it would be pulled up his ass crack. This had never left his mind since waking up. And it had gave him a confusing feeling while searching for his underpants. Whatever, he told himself - not for the first time, by the way. Just a couple of wedgies. Nothing more, nothing less. He had trained with his dad, Vegeta, prince of all saiyans. He could get through this. The way Goten had looked at him... Trunks gulped. He and Goten had been friends for years, training over and over in order to surpass their dads. Of course they had included several bets and c
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Dragonball Wedgie story (part 1/2)
Ah, I remember the years when my mother took my to town every wednesday, buying me one volume of the Dragonball manga... good times. And hey, something that gave birth to Dragonball z Abridged can't be bad!
Trunks felt his lips forming a smile as the crowds surrounding him started to cheer. He and his best friend Goten had just engaged in a tight battle for a tournament championship. Well, atleast in the "Junior" section of it. Trunks had expected to feel good if he won - but it was even better than expected! Everyone was clapping, screaming, waving signs. Trunks' thoughts already wandered towards his fight with the Champion Mr. Satan... until he noticed the facial expression of Goten, who had came close to the ring. "Hey!", he growled. "This isn't fair! You cheated and you know it!" Trunks had to try really hard in order to suppress a smile. Whenever he was grumpy, Goten looked like a little child. He sighed. "Goten, can we talk about this later? I played fair and square. And didn't y
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Another-wedgie-story
Ever saw the anime "Another" or read the novel by yukito ayatsuji it's based on? I hope this isn't to unknown. I realize that the story is relatively dark and serious - not something that would suit to wedgie fiction. But there is a part in the story where the tone gets a bit lighter and and the characters try to distract themselves. And that is the point that inspired me for this. Hope you like it. Next time: A story about the first manga series I ever read.
Kōichi Sakakibara shrieked in surprise as Naoya Teshigawara, a classmate of his, pulled him into a friendly headlock and noogie. "Ah!" "What's wrong?", Naoya asked jokingly. "Where's Reiko? Can't take THIS long to buy some sexy diapers for you!" Kōichi blushed. "Ha! Ha!" They started to wrestle a bit. "Hey! Cut it out!" Yuya Mochizuki, another classmate who had accompanied them on their search for Katsumi Matsunaga, stepped in. Naoya smiled. "Cool down. I would never harm a friend, I... ooh." Yuya had accidentally let so
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Naruto Wedgie Story - the next generation (part 5)
Boruto walked up and down in front of the school flag pole. He frowned. It hadn't been easy to lie to his mother and sister about the reason he had to met with Shikadai. School Project... A wonder that they really buyed it. But he could make up for that later. Now... "Look", Inojin said, pointing at Shikadai and Metal Lee who were slowly approaching. Boruto did his best not to gulp. If you asked him he had enough wedgies for a lifetime. Shikadai stopped a few feet in front of Boruto. He placed both hands on his hips and gave Boruto a quick nod, removing a toothpick from his mouth. And yet he hesitated. Boruto couldn't blame him. What were you supposed to say to a friend you had come to wedgie? "So... your... ready?" No, Boruto thought, clenching his butt cheeks together. No! No! No!  He smiled. "Sure. Let's get this over with." "Well?" Mitzuki, the referee, stood between them. "Get yourself ready." Shikadai rolles his eyes. "Can't we skip this part? Just because they used to do th
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Soul-Eater-Wedgie-3/3
"Ooh, thanks man..." Black star muttered as Soul Eater slowely lowered him to the ground. "This hurts like a bitch..." He groaned as he pulled his shorts out of his ass, doing his best to ignore Soul Eaters giant grin. But he knew he couldn't do so forever. And he was to be right. "So", Soul Eater began. "I guess you planed to get your butt kicked, right? And of course you also wanted to be hang up by your shorts - everything went as you wanted it." He chuckled. Black star blushed. He didn't know what to say. He could hardly claim that things had occurred as planned - not even to himself. But as he looked at Soul Eater... he suddenly realised a other possibilty. After all: Wasn't attack the best defence? Black star blushed. He didn't know what to say. He could hardly claim that things had occurred as planned - not even to himself. But as he looked at Soul Eater... he suddenly realised a other possibilty. After all: Wasn't attack the best defence? He leaped forward, grabbed Soul Eater b
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Soul-Eater-Wedgie-2/3
This is gonna be great, Black star thought with an ever growing grin as he rushed through the school corridors. Granted, he had no idea where to find Death the kid - but he knew who to ask: Mr. Hiroko, the old, bold and always sunglasses wearing janitor. He was a nice guy, Black star liked him. But, fortunatly, he was also very naiv and honest. And so it didn't requiere a lot of effort to get the needed information out of him. And thus, mere minutes later, Black star reached his target - or at least the room in which the target was. But... Black star came to a screeching halt. They were... there were... He blinked. Shook his head. Right in front of him stood two pretty girls, one on each side of the door. One seemed rather annoyed - she wore long jeans and a strict glance. The other girls seemed like the poor opposite. Bith big, childlike eyes and very immature body language. Well, this came unexpected. They looked nice, yet they also made things more complicated. Or... did they? As he
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Soul-Eater-Wedgie-1/3
Hope this will get you excited. Part two will come either today or tomorrow.
Soul "Soul Eater" Evans head lay on his desk inside the Shibusen academy classroom. He had survived several several adventures with his "master" Maka Albarn. As a result there was litte left to scare or distract him (certain... female features didn't count!). But one thing he definitely feared - besides Maka's hot temper - was boredom. Which he faced right now. Granted, skipping school wasn't nothing... And starting a fight on the school ground didn't really help either... And with the son of  Shinigami... Well, the point was that it wasn't his fault! Black Star had challenged Death the Kid! And he had requisted help. As a friend... could you really expect him to say no? Well, now he got the payment for that. "Totally uncool", he muttered sourly. Black Star on the other hand didn't even try to think about someone else than himself (pretty mutch his only nice traid: He was always honest). "That goddamn bas
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Naruto Wedgie Story - the next generation (part 4)
"UNGH!" Boruto crossed his legs, his face turning red. Mitsuki however, pulling up Boruto's briefs with both hands, seemed rather confused. Or perhaps interested. "So... your in pain?" Boruto, now on his tiptoes, clenched his fists. "FUCK! LET GO! LET GO!" Mitsuki obeyed and Borutos feet touched ground once more. His bright red briefs hanging out of his pants backside. Boruto groaned and stuffed his underwear back inside his pants.  "So... your in pain?"  Boruto turned around and gave him an angry look. "My crack is about two times deeper now! Does this answer your Question?!" Mitzuki smiled. "Yes. Thank you. Shall we continue?" He came closer and Boruto raised his hands. "NO! NO! We're making a damn break!" Mitsuki shrugged. But once he moved past Boruto, he felt two hands entering his pants and yanking up his purple briefs! Boruto bounced him a few times before letting Mitsuki fall to the ground. Mitzuki raised himself to his knees. His underwear stretched up to his mid bac
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Attack on Titan wedgie story (part 3)
Happy anniversary to me! Yay! Thanks for everyone who reads my stuff. Where would I be without you? Anyway, here is the next part of my Attack on Titan story. I hope you like it.
"One could almost forget about the rest of the world, hm?" Armin agreed with a nod. Smiling, Eren said: "Time to get comfortable." And with that both boys, standing on a ocean of leaves in the middle of a green forest, got undressed - until they wore nothing but their white briefs. Armin blushed. His underwear was still a little too wide for him. And the feeling of air touching the top of his crack brought certain pictures into his mind. Like many partyguest they liked to bring company - in form of certain Questions. What if... his underwear slipped down? Armin was horrified. On the other hand? He (obviously) had been naked in the past. He had been stripped in the past - yet never by someone he liked. And Eren was standing there. His body thin, yet far from weak. Well shaped. A firm, fit butt covered by thin w
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School-time (part 2)
Ben let out a high scream, while the world around him turned into a blurry mess. Chris on the other hand, performing a strong grip on Ben's underpants, enjoyed the hell out of this situation. Turning in Circles and swinging Ben around him. But who had it worse: He? Or Jason and Luk? They couldn't do more than simply sit and watch - already wearing the their pink briefs. Oh god, Ben thought, finally coming to a halt. I think I need to throw up! And then Chris pulled Ben's underwear down to his ankles, before pulling himself down to the ground. "Ouch!" A slap on each butt cheek! "Hey! You said..." Chris grind. "I said you would get a spanking if you don't put these nice undies on. But... I never said you wouldn't get one if you do." Ben couldn't believe this. He was really getting a spanking in front of his own friends! And as if that wasn't bad enough: Chris pulled him on to his feet and started to yank his underpants higher and higher up. Until they passed his mid back. "Hey. How. Does
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School-time
Don't we just all love computer-problems... Technology, right? Sigh. Here, I hope you enjoy this. I'm happy about suggestions and feedback. Thanks.
Ben sighed, as the green train passed by a lovely sight of living trees and a clear river, surrounded by elegant houses. His friends (his brother Jason, spiky blond hair, their friend Luke, blue eyes and short brown hair) were just as silent. Bens chin rested on his right fist, while his green eyes checked out the other passengers. Some people (both guys and girls) in their twenties. Mostly people who were sitting for themselves. W woman with her two little children. And a large group of older people (most likely a walking group, considering their shoes and backpacks) on the other side of the waggon. Ben frowned as their happy words reached his ears. Why could people some people just talk, talk and talk without a break? But it seemed unfair to judge them. These people were simply having a good time. Not like we, Ben through. Jason tipped hi
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Attack on Titan wedgie story (part 2)
"Are you sure we should do this?", Armin asked. Eren looked at him. Both boys were sitting in Erens bedroom - on his bed. "Well - don't you want to?" He chuckled nervously. But Armin didn't leave. Instead he shook his head and said: "Of course I want to!" A deep silence came over them. But only for a few seconds. And then Eren asked: "How's first?" Armin gave him an unsure look. So Eren volunteered to be the first one. Both boys stood up started to undress. Their shirts landed on the floor. Soon followed by their pants and socks. And so they stood there. In nothing but their snow white briefs. Eren gulped. He still couldn't believe that he had really invited Armin over for this. But somehow he had always suspected Armin to share his wedgie love. And even if had been wrong - Armin was his friend. He could keep a secret. But now his dream had come true. Armin bit his lip and started to fumble around his underwear waistband. His briefs were (just a little) to wide for him. And as he quick
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Naruto Wedgie Story - the next generation (part 3)
Boruto was unsure what to think about this situation. Mere minute ago everything seemed normal... until now. Shikadai and Metal Lee were walking in his direction. Grinning. And he had to gulp. His gaze went to the side, focused on Inojins butt. And then their hands wandered down Borutos pants, he could feel their grip on his underpants. The entire planet seemed to stand still. And the only part of his body that Boruto could still feel was his butt. And the hands touching it, as their slowly pulled up. "Cut it out!", he demanded. "This isn't funny! And do you really think you could hurt me? The wedgie that breaks me still needs to be inve..." "What an odd thing to say",  Mitsuki murmered. And before any of the other boys could do anything his hand raced through the air, pulling up the front of Borutos underwear. Boruto screamed, Shikadai and Metal Lee seemed stunned... for a moment. Then they started laughing at Borutos red face and the way he was standing on his toes. "What was th
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Motivational Punishment - Part 1
  "Nice work everyone! We're pretty much done for today, so let's start with the cleanup"
  "Right!"
  The Karasuno High volleyball team had just finished another after-school practice, and they were all worn out from their training. The boys quickly put down the nets and tidied up the gym. One by one, they filed out of the building, ready to change and then head home to rest. Ukai, the team's coach, asked for team members Tanaka and Noya to see him privately before they left. Ukai crossed his arms over his chest as he watched them make their way over to where he stood.
  "So boys, do you know what this is about?" he asked sternly. The two started at him with blank expressions on their faces, obviously very confused.
  "Takeda tells me your grades have been slipping again. Is this true?"
  The boys' empty looks were replaced with awkward smiles. Noya began swinging his foot around and avoided looking directly at his coach. Tanaka suddenly became very inter
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Euphoria: A Wedgie Story (F/M)
    A car rolled into the sizeable parking lot. The speed and movement of the vehicle dictated the age of the driver. A female, 18 years of age, newly out of high school, departed the silver Mercedes-Benz, and grabbed a green bag out of the back seat. She had discovered the car in an auction, and it was also discovered to be an extremely affordable price. $300 of self-repairs later, and the car was ready to be driven in an ordinary fashion. The young woman turned around and locked the car, placing the keys into the pocket of her high-waisted jean shorts. Looking up, she read the sign that displayed "P.Q.F. Recreation Centre," then cautiously approached the door that let to the swimming area of the centre. First-day-at-work questions circled in her mind, yet she continued to walk on. This was her life, and this is what she wanted to do. Looking down at her watch that shone in the bright lights above, it occurred to her that she happened to be twenty-three minutes early to
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Dragon Ball Z Wedgie Story #1
As Goten and trunks sat out side under a tree Goten says,"I hate these underwear I have to wear, the go up my butt."
Trunks laughed and said," yeah but you'll get used to it, your a year younger than me and I got used to it in a week, and its called a wedgie."
Goten looked confused," I hate wedgies"
Trunks got a funny idea,"hey I know what can help you with your wedgie."
Goten's face got bright,"You do tell me!"
Trunks got up,"ill show you, stand up."
Goten stood up and trunks spun him around,"okay take your gi off."
Goten stripped down to nothing and still stood faceing away from trunks, trunks went to his house real quick and got some tape and rope.
Trunks came back "Now tie your feet together with this tape while I set up this 'cure' for wedgies."
He did this and trunks tied his arms together and put the rope through his leg holes,"now this might hurt, alot."
Goten's eyes lit up as he said this and attempted to break out but he put to much tape on there and he didn't have enough ene
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Wanted to do a "Black Butler" story, yet the first manga volume doesn't really tell you a lot about the story and the world. So I will do it later, when I got further through the mangas. Ever read the manga "Bakuman"? Well, you should. I mean, it's from the author and drawer Team that made the original "Death Note" manga. The main characters dream of becoming big in the manga industrie. You of course learn a lot about the Mangas and Japan. There is also that cool book "The Princess of Tennis: My year working in Japan as an assistant manga artist". Whatever let's get started.

Moritaka Mashiro was sleeping in the Office. The Boy Standing on the other side of the desk, wearing a small smile, was Akito Takagi. A long time Class A student. And... it still felt weird to think that... Moritakas partner on a path with a clear goal: Becoming Number one in the manga industrie! Moritkas head was lying sideways on the table. Akito sighed, sat down on another chair and looked at his friend. Sometimes he was amazed at himself. He had known that Moritaka had talent. And yet there had been so many moments where he had thought about giving up as he was waiting for Moritaka to return to school. Big dreams like that were just so... well, big. And giving up was always easier... On the other side: Sometimes things just came together like planets in  a generic prophecy. The fact that Moritakas crush had a so similiar dream... it just worked. He smiled. But the smile was short lived. He never doubted Moritakas talent as a drawer. But when it came to him an his talent as a writer... No to mention their rival... Oh well, whining didn't change things. So instead Akito focused on writing first story drafts. After half an hour he had finished some. And so he turned his head to see if Moritaka was still sleaping. Yepp, there he was, drooling on the table. Poor guy, Akito thought. He had worked so hard to reach an anime adaption at age 18... But that didn't change that Akito needed him awake to discuss the drafts. He stood up, walked aross the office floor and tapped Morikata on the shoulder. But the other boy just didn't react. Akito sighed and rolled his eyes. He couldn't waste several minutes with the attempt to wake his friend up. Not every day... and night... "Oh great", he murmured. "And what should I... hey, what do we have here?" Moritaka was bent over the table. And so his blue jacket had slipped up his back, revealing a thin white waistband. Akito grinned. He had a brother. So wedgies were not foreign to him. But... how about Moritaka? Akito bent down and unbuttoned Moritakas jeans. Then he stepped behind Mashiro and grabbed his underwear waistband. "Yo, buddy", he said. "If you don't wish to get the wedgie of your life... just say no. Say no... okay? You're sure? Fine. Don't say that I didn't warn you, ok?" And with that he pulled the briefs up! Fast as a modern train and hard as a professional boxers punch to the face! Moritakas eyes opened quickly and he let out a loud scream as Akito yanked him up into the air! Moritakas feet were really close to the ground... but not quite there. And his face turned red as he noticed the jeans around his ankles. "THE FUCK?!" Aktio giggled. "So... your awake? I'm not sure." "You..." Moritaka groaned at the sight of Aktios fists holding his white briefs. "Thats... ough... let me... OUGH!" Akito yanked him further up towards the ceiling. "I'm sorry?" Akito gave him a innocent smile. "What did you say?" And Moritaka growled with an angry look in his eyes: "You know what I... OUGH!" Another yank. Moritakas arms and legs were dangling towards the ground. His underpants were pulled up to his mid back. "Let go! Let go! Fuck!" "Your not comfortable?", Akito asked. He smiled. "Well at least I've got a nice sight!" He gazed down at Moritakas exposed firm butt. "You know how it is with siblings", Akito continued. "Caring. But Always competing. I think I might try to do what my bro couldn't do." He used one hand to pull away the drawings Moritaka had been working on. Then he placed his friend over the desk and let go of the underpants. Moritaka groaned. But as he tried to stand up on his wobbly legs, Akito grabbed his underwear once more and yanked them up! Akito had steppend around the table and was now standing infront of Moritakas head. Moritakas voice became higher and higer as his underpants wandered higher and higher. "Ough! OUGH! AHHH! IHHH!!" "Well... time... for... an... ATOMIC!" Moritakas closed eyes watered as the waistband reached his forehead and snapped back. His arms were dangling over one side of the table as his legs dangled over the other. Akito felt a certain pleasure burning through his body as he bent forward and grabbed the thin line between Moritakas ass cheeks. "Hey. How. About this? Perhaps we should write a wedgie manga!" Akito laughed as he continued to yank up the briefs underwear. Moritaka was about to reply as Aktios cell phone started to ring. Akito, still holding the underwear in his fists, frowned towards it. He looked at Moritakas sweaty butt. Then the cell phone. Then Moritakas butt again. Then the handy... Then he sighed and took the call. He smiled as Kaya continued to talk about her writer dream in a neverending current of words. But he wouldn't of smiled if he had seen Moritaka approaching.
As George Lucas explained in the Making of Revenge of the Sith: "The First Script I wrote had stories for everybody... and I cut it down and we had a script. But when we cut it together, there were still Problems. Finally, I said, Okay, let's be even more hard-nosed here and take out every Scene that doesn't have anything to do with Anakin. But that causes you to juxtapose certain Scenes that you were never contemplating juxtaposing bevore, because the Scenes were never meant to be next to each other. What happens then is that some of the themes grab hold of each other and really strengthen  themselves in ways that are fascinating. You pull things together and suddenly a theme is drawn out becouse it's in three consecutive Scenes instead of just one. Suddely one theme is infinitely stronger than it was bevore, so we'll strengthen that theme because it seem poetic."

The Force Awakens vs. The Prequels, or: So this is how personal expression dies, to thunderous applause

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“The auteur theory of film actually is very true if you know directors, because they are very much like their movies. And in the case of somebody who writes and directs, you know, it is my life. I mean, everything I write is my life, I’m not writing some sort of hypothetical thesis on something, I’m writing a story that I have to get extremely emotionally involved in because it’s going to take two or three years of my life to do it. So I can’t just sort of say, ‘Oh this will be fun,’ and knock it off in a week. This is like a marriage … you have to be in love with this thing for at least four or five years, and probably for the rest of your life” –George Lucas 1

In the run up to The Force Awakens, I couldn’t even begin to count how many times I’ve seen people saying, Oh thank God that George Lucas won’t be involved.

It’s been a popular notion for some time now that Star Wars needed to be saved from George Lucas. It took me a long time to work out how people could seriously think something so nonsensical.

There is no Star Wars without George Lucas. Where do these people think that Star Wars came from?

To get around the conundrum of loving Star Wars but hating George Lucas, fans have created entire alternate realities. The Secret History of Star Wars is a book-length attempt by fan/possible mental patient Michael Kaminski to give credit for everything good about the original three films to somebody, anybody, besides George Lucas. It was Ralph McQuarrie, Gary Kurtz, it was Lawrence Kasdan, Irvin Kersher, Marcia Lucas, it was maybe the craft service guy, but it was most definitely not the guy who wrote, directed, and originated the entire thing. Kaminski makes baroque conspiracy theories about how Lucas has lied about the development of all of the films, based on the fact that Kaminski has “uncovered” that the story did in fact evolve over the different script drafts and didn’t originate fully formed in the version that Lucas has chosen to finally present. The way that fans are able to twist reality to fit their preferred version of events is displayed in fact that he presents these revelations as “secret” when he has no special access of any kind and all of his research is based on information readily made available by Lucas and Lucasfilm themselves.

Almost all those other contributors I mentioned did in fact make important contributions to Star Wars, but to say that their contributions negate Lucas’, or that it mean

Everything about Star Wars- The love of fast cars, the Saturday matinee influences, the Kurosawa influences, the Joseph Campbell influences, the daddy issues, the editing style, all of it- this is George Lucas’ life on screen. Star Wars is what happens when you take his life experiences, things that he absorbed and that inspired him, and throw them in a pot together. The stew that happens is Star Wars.

This is how any work of art happens, really. Film is of course an especially collaborative medium, but in any work of art, even a novel, every person that enters the artist’s life directly or indirectly has an effect on the person that they are and the life experiences they are drawing upon to create their art. This does not mean that the novel doesn’t have an author. Those other people are influences, but the artist is the final arbiter, the lens through which those experiences are combined into a piece of art.

I was 16 when The Phantom Menace came out, at the right age to be a big Star Wars fan and also at a very impressionable age in my own development as an artist, so the critical reception that that movie- and later the next two prequels- received was a subject of continuing fascination for me. Now, seeing the inverse of that extreme emotional reaction applied to The Force Awakens has been fascinating to watch also.

For me, the entire reason that I had a big interest in the prequels was George Lucas. There actually isn’t any comparable situation in film history where one man got to originate a story and, on this scale and with this kind of budget and over 30 years, do it all his way without ceding control at any point. This is the only time ever that a project like this could really be said to have one author creating it. That was what interested me, to see what he would do.

Not all Star Wars fans feel that way, obviously. They’ve even created a feature-length documentary, The People vs. George Lucas, to present their case, without any apparent irony, that Lucas should be held accountable to them, and that he owes it to the fans to make the movies he is told to make. If you’d like to see a long parade of people who have never created anything in their lives talk about how they know more about making movies than the guy who made movies they are obsessed with does, then go ahead and check it out, but I’m not responsible for the headache it could create.s that these films are not Lucas’ creations, simply displays a basic ignorance of how art is created.

Alan Moore said, “If the audience knew what they needed, then they wouldn’t be the audience, they would be the artists.” I go to see a film or a piece of art because I want the artist to show me something new, something I wouldn’t have thought of on my own. Were the prequels the way that I would have made them? Of course not. And it would have been totally boring if they were. If I wanted to see fan fiction, I would have written some fan fiction.

I wanted to see what George Lucas would come up with. Somehow petty, irrational hatred toward the man has become the accepted tone of the conversation online over the last 16 years, and somehow people forgot that Lucas is a genius. THX-1138, American Graffiti, and Star Wars, in the span of a few short years. Not only are these all radically different films and all brilliant, they were also all bolts from the blue that showed entire new directions in which the medium of film could go. There wasn’t anything like any of them, and he did it three times in a row.

 

2- The White House

“The point is, like if you paint your house white and somebody comes over, ‘Well that should be a green house.’ Well, fine, but I wanted to paint it white. I don’t think there was anything wrong with painting it white. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with me for painting it white. Maybe it should be a green house, but I didn’t want it to be a green house. I wanted it to be a white house” –George Lucas 2

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a negative review of the Star wars prequels that talks about the movies that George Lucas actually made, as opposed to talking about the movies that the reviewer was wishing had been made.

People have a hard time wrapping their heads around how very fucking weird Star Wars was when it was first released, because now we watch it from childhood and internalize it. Not only Star Wars itself, but the thirty years of films since that have copied and emulated it. So, it seems like the most natural thing in the world- this is what adventure movies should be like.

Except that that’s contrary to the entire reason it was a success in the first place, that it did everything different. So, when the prequels came along and they were strange, experimental, not what people expect blockbusters to be, that of course couldn’t be more Star Wars of them. The irony is lost on fans of the first Star Wars that they are deriding the new Star Wars for being what Star Wars has been all along. Lucas didn’t change, they did.

They also have rose tinted nostalgia that comes from loving something uncritically as a child. If you think that the acting and dialog in the first trilogy was across the board realistic and somehow different than it was in the prequels, then you’re operating in a version of reality so altered by your perceptions that I probably can’t help you.

When you judge a piece of art, the criteria you’re supposed to use is how closely the artist achieved their goals. If you don’t like musicals, that’s fine. That doesn’t mean that all musicals are bad. They could be a very well done example of something that you don’t enjoy. There’s a fine line there many people struggle to understand, which is the difference between talking about the piece of art, and talking about yourself and your own tastes and emotions.

George Lucas isn’t interested in traditional story structure. This should be obvious if you’ve seen THX or American Graffiti. In fact, he’s actively interested in subverting traditional story structure, and in completely non-narrative films.

But in spite of that, you get things like the Red Letter Media reviews, which point out that Phantom Menace doesn’t have a clear protagonist and then sit back triumphantly, having just mathematically proven that they’re right and George Lucas doesn’t know how to make movies. This is the type of critique you get from armchair critics who have maybe read a “How to write your screenplay in 30 days!” book for hacks, and now think that if they spot something in a film that doesn’t follow that formula precisely, they have discovered a mistake. The Red Letter Media reviews continually mention things that George Lucas went to great lengths to do and wants you to notice- non-traditional narrative structure, visual synchronicities- and point them out as though they are very clever for noticing them and these things are in the movie simply because Lucas is too stupid and lazy to notice them also. These reviews are feature-length illustrations of the Dunning-Kruger effect- people who understand something so shallowly that they think they are experts. These are reviews written for an audience operating at a level where they can’t process a detailed analysis without periodic jokes about murdering hookers thrown in there to spice it up, and, obviously, many Star Wars fans love them.

The prequels are also of course criticized for their dialog. George Lucas doesn’t care about dialog. He has said this so many times in interviews over the years, I don’t even know where to start pointing to examples. He refers to dialog as a sound effect, and he’s said he prefers the French dubbed version of the films because it’s just a better sound, whether or not you know what the words mean. He’s pointed out with pride that children in foreign countries who don’t speak any English can watch Star Wars and understand it based on the visuals and the music.

When you go to Star Wars and complain that the dialog isn’t realistic, that’s like going to Schindler’s List and complaining that it wasn’t funny enough, you were in the mood for a comedy. It’s just not the movie you went to, and again, you’re talking about yourself and your own taste and comfort levels, not the movie you saw. You’re watching an apple and complaining that it’s not an orange. It’s not a problem with the movie, it’s a problem with how you’re discussing the movie.

What George Lucas cares about is “pure cinema” or what he calls “tone poems”. Again, he has said this over and over in every interview where he has got a chance. What he’s referring to is the ability of cinema to create meaning and emotions with editing and the juxtaposition of different images.

And if you’re able to watch Star Wars that way, which is to say the way that you’re supposed to watch it, then the six episodes George Lucas made really are an extraordinary achievement.

Goku's eyes were warm, his lips formed a smile, as he and his son Gohan flew towards a little Island in the middle of the sea. And on that Island, among some palms, an umbrella and a deck chair, was a little house. Master Roshi's home, the Kame house. This was exactly what he was looking for. "Look, Gohan", Goku said. "There lives Master Roshi." They landed on the Islands ground. "There we are. Halo!" And it didn't take long before Gokus eyes met familiar faces: Master Roshi, who as always wore this sunglasses and a white beard contrasting his bald head. Bulma, the blue haired lady which accompanied Goku on his first search for the seven magical Dragonballs. She was wearing a white jacket and shorts. And of course there was Krilling, Gokus long time friend who, like Goku himself, had been trained by Master Roshi long ago. The bold guys body was hidden behind the same orange Jumpsuit Goku wore. Bulma blinked in surprise as her eyes noticed the small boy next to Goku... and the read hat with the Dragonball he was wearing. "Huh, a kid?", she asked in disbelief. "Are you a babysitter nowadays?", Krillin asked. And honestly, he wasn't sure if he really wanted to know the answer. Goku grinned and shook his head. "Nope. This is my son. Say hello, Gohan." Gohan's tiny hands formed a formale hand sign as he bent in respect. "Good day", he said shyly. The three others followed his lead. "Good day", they said. Goku has a son, Bulma thought. This means he had finally been... She banished the thought and asked: "What's you name?" "Gohan", Goku answered for the kid. Master Roshi was thrilled. "Gohan? So you named him after your Grandfather?" Goku nodded. "Yep." Bulma was delighted by the polite way in which Gohan told them his age of 4 years. What she didn't like quit so much was the long, furry tale coming from his pants. Goku didn't miss her gaze. "Like me once", he agreed with a smile. Roshi swallowed. "When there is a full moon... He... uh... he doesn't turn into... Oh I don't know... a giant monkey... right?" He tried to sound casual. And yet he wasn't that successful. Goku seemed confused. But he calmed their worry by saying no. The talk continued. Nobody was surprised to find out that Chichi had turned into a stern mother and didn't allow Gohan to be trained. But something else... did surprise them. Something... or someone... Goku's heartbeat quickened, his eyes wandered towards the sky - and this exact sky gave birth to a strange man in a unfamiliar battle armor. He landed in front of the friends, an aura of brutality and power coming from his  body. The unknown man gave them a cruel smile. "There's no mistaking... you have grown a lot... Kakarott. You look just like our father." "What is this guy talking about?", Krillin murmured in Gokus direction.  But Goku didn't answer. His eyes were locked on the newcomer with the long black hair. So Krillin took it upon himself to walk closer to the guy, hold up a index finger and say: "Listen, budy, we have nothing against people of your kind. But the clubs you are looking for a far away, in..." Needless to say he wasn't allowed to finish. Radditz grabbed Krillin, turned him around, pulled the orange pants in his direction... and let the waistband snap back! Normaly that woudn't of been a big deal, but Radditz possessed unhuman powers - and so Krillins face started an intimate relationship with the Kame house! While all other eyes wandered to the new hole in the wall, Goku's attention wandered to the brown furry tail coming from Radditz' body. "He... he has a Tail!", he gasped. Radditz smiled. "Do you finally understand?" Goku frowned. "What are you talking about? Who are you? What do you want? And what did Kame house do to you?" "Yeah", Krillin murmured. "That's the most important part of this whole mess..." The uncertainty in Goku's eyes only made Radditz angrier. "Have you forgotten everything?" He paused for a moment. "Tell me... did you suffer from a severe head injury in the past?" Goku blinked, his hand wandered to his head, as if it had a will of it's own. "Uh... yeah... Way back, when I was still a kid. Still got the scar, Chichi likes it and..." "I've got no time to waste!", Radditz shouted. "Listen, no matter what you have been told or what you believe, your not from this world! You are part of the saiyans, an elite race of warriors from another planet. I'm your older brother Radditz. AND, in fact, we are part of the very few saiyans who survived our planets destruction. Your holiday is over... It's time to came home!" "But..." "Shut up!", Radditz hissed. "You should be grateful that I don't kick your ass right now. Look at this!" He made a gesture to their surroundings. "You should of wiped out this planets population decades ago!" He explained the ideology of the saiyans, told them that a giant asteroid had destroyed the saiyan home planet vegeta. Killing them all. Including Goku and Radditz' parents. But the more they talked the more Goku despised the guy. "That's it!", he shouted. "I don't care if I'm part of that weird alien race or even your brother! I have spent my entire life fighting guys like you! So. Just. Get. Lost!" Radditz laughed. "I don't see that happening anytime soon, bro." He looked past Goku. "I wonder..." He pointed with a thumb towards Gohan. "Is that your kid?" "NO!", Goku lied. But Radditz had already spotted Gohan's tail. He vanished, only to appear right behind the kid only a second later. His left hand wandered inside Gohans pants. The little boys eyes grew large. "Huh...?" Gohan screamed as his white briefs were harshly yanked upwards, exposing the leg holes to everyone's eyes. Tiny feet kicked though the tropical air, trying in vain to connect with the ground again. "AHHH! OW! UH! Dady! Help... ouch... help me! Please!" Radditz laughed. And he started to bounce his nephew. "Gohan!" Goku was shocked. Radditz had moved so quickly he hadn't even seen a hint of the movement! Nevertheless he attacked his brother! "Let him go!" "Now that's what I call a mistake!" Radditz moved to the side, Gokus punch hit nothing but air. But he quickly appeared again. Sinking his free hand in Goku's pants. "Huh...?"  "I had to wait for to long for this, bro. GOING UP!"  Goku screamed as his green briefs turned into a thin string cutting his crack! His feet left the ground. Bulma and the others just stared, frozen by their fear and suprise. Meanwhile Radditz smiled down at his groaning brother and nephew.  Gohan and Gokus mouths opend wide as their underwear was pulled up higher and higher and higher and higher. "Hey... Don't complain! After all, we're finally having some quality time! Right, Kakarott?!" He remained silent for a minute. And then he  threw Gohan to the ground, the stretched out briefs sticking out, and walked Goku to the edge of the Island. "Let me down!", Goku demanded. "Honestly, it hurts!"  "Listen, Kakarott", Radditz said. "I'm in a really good mood today - so be happy. I will give you another chance! We really need yo help with our next target. And I'm sure you woudn't want me to harm your little princess, right?" Goku turned his head. "What are you...? Leave your... ouch... leave your hands of my kid! Or I swear you will regreat it!" Radditz rolled his eyes and gave Gokus briefs another yank. "You have 24 hours to kill 100 humans, understand? Bring their bodys here! I will come back and check on you then. Do as I have told you and all is forgiven. Kind, hm?" "Enough of this bullcrap!", Krillin shouted. "Goku is our friend, you hear me?! He would never EVER harm anyone who doesn't deserve it!" Radditz laughed. "Goku, huh? In that case he should change his mind. Fast. Or consider it an act of kindness. Cause the earth will be our next target. Those 100 dead people are only the beginning! But he doesn't have to harm anyone, if he's okay with never seeing his son again! Anyway... see you!" And with that he let go of Gokus underwear and give him a strong kick right in the butt! Goku flew through the air and landed in the water. Not realizing that somebody else was watching the confrontation.
One of my personal favourites is the Series "Star Words", taking a closer look at the Star Wars dialogue. Really Interesting.

"Star Words: Part I
I have an idea for a series of posts about the prequels. I think I'm going to have a lot of fun with it. One of the most common complaints detractors tend to obsess over is the notion of clunky dialogue. I don't deny that badly-written lines can make the audience cringe, but honestly, "clunky" is fairly subjective. It's pretty much impossible to create a consensus of what constitutes well-written dialogue. And I'm not going to drive myself crazy with the apologist route. Star Wars has always had cheesy lines, from Luke's Tosche Station whine to Threepio's "Curse my metal body!" and many many more. For me, honestly, the cheesiness is part of its charm. Dialogue is generally just a means to an end for Lucas; writing the script is one of his least favorite parts of the process. He tells the story through visuals, through motion, through strategic editing, through the explosive kinetic quality of cinema.

And yet -- and yet -- Star Wars is still eminently quotable. Not every single line of dialogue, of course not. If every line was a scintillating display of wordplay, it would get fatiguing pretty darn fast. It's the occasional quote that stands out and becomes iconic. "May the Force be with you" "I find your lack of faith disturbing" as well as the more humorous ones like "Let the Wookiee win." The prequels are not an exception. And I'm going to celebrate my favorite lines, in chronological order from Episode I to Episode III, devoting a post to each one."

Check the series out here:

matril.livejournal.com/148919.…
Shikadai groaned as he tried to adjust his underwear. Boruto did the same, yet he managed (barely) to suppress his urge to groan. But while they stood there, rubbing their own behinds, Mitzuki came closer. "This was Interesting", he said. Boruto and Shikadai exchanged a quick glance. "Sure", Shikadai said. "Interesting", Boruto said. They blushed, tried not to look the other one in the face. Mitsuki was probably the only satisfied person in attendance. Even Inojin seemed unsure. Shikadai had gotten a hard wedgie - but Boruto as well. So... yay? Boruto and Shikadai looked to the side, both silent. To meet a friend for a wedgie fight was weird. To wait for the aftermath while wearing ripped underpants wasn't much better... "So..." Boruto sighed. He wasn't eager to get the result of this - but he knew that there wasn't a real way around it. "What happens now? Who won?" Shikadai bit his lip. Mitzuki on the other hand frowned. "I'll have to check. Wait a sec." He consulted his "rules book" and searched the pages for a few minutes. "There it comes." Both boys gulped as Mitsuki's focus returned to them. "As far as I saw it you both wedgied at the same time. So... following the rules... you have to face the punishment. You both." "Oh yeah?", Shikadai asked. "And how?" He pulled up his underwear just enough for it to be visible. "They won't hold for one damn minute!" He gave Borutos underpants a quick look. "Doesn't look like yours are in any better shape." Boruto shrugged. Shikadai was right. But at the same time it seemed just ridiculous to talk about his broken underwear. "That's okay", Mitzuki said. "We could do it with your pants." Shikadai didn't agree. "And walk home half naked? No thanks, buddy." Well, Boruto coudn't disagree there. "He's right." Mitzuki looked at them for a moment. Than he agreed. "Okay. You could get yourself a new pair of underwear. Than you come back." Shikadai looked as if he wanted to object to that as well. He knew, however, that he had no good point to make. So he closed his eyes and raised his hands in defeat. "I guess I could do that..." He looked at Boruto. "You?" Boruto sighed. "Can't we just call this done?" "Tell that to the ripped underwear up my ass", Shikadai retorted. Boruto rolled his eyes. "Tell it the ripped up underwear up MY ass!" Mitzuki looked from one to the next. "Sorry, the rules say: No turning back after the bet." Boruto  sighed again. "Okay. Whatever. Let's get this over with." It didn't take long before both Boruto and Shikadai had returned to the flagpole, wearing a fresh pair of briefs. Mitzuki did his duty and pulled their pants down. "Step towards the flagpole", he said, his calm voice annoying both other boys.  They unwilingly did as they were told. Boruto groaned as Mitziki grabbed their underwear in order to secure it. He still hated other peoples hands on his underpants. He felt demoralized as fresh air kissed his butt, while Mitzuki pulled the underwear in his direction. Shikadai didn't take it much better. He crossed both arms in front of his chest and looked to the ground. A ground that got further and further away once Mitzuki started to pull them up the flagpole... Boruto closes his eyes. It's okay, he said to himself. Repeating the words over and over in his head as his purple briefs turned into a thin line between his butt cheeks. He shifted his weight from one foot the other as long as he could. But then his tiptoes were in the air and his underwear turned itself into a knife in his nether regions. While Boruto groaned, grabbed his briefs and tried to reajust them into a more comfortable position, Shikadai looked down at Mitzuki and growled: "How... how... long?" "Until your underwear rips or an hour", Mitzuki replied. Shikadai grimaced. He tried to shift his weight and winced. "No problem", he muttered. "No... ugh... problem..." "Are you... ohh... happy now?", Boruto asked, teeth gritted. He sank deeper and deeper into his own underwear. "Yeah." Shikadai looked up at the green underwear that was high enough up to go over his head. "I'm feeling real good about myself." They stopped talking. Minutes came and went, like birds fleeing from the cold winter. In time nether Boruto nor Shikadai could hold up their cool facade. Their faces turned red, their belly buttons vanished after their underpants. And the only sound from their mouths were groans, moans and muttered "Ouch"s. "How long?", Boruto shrieked. His briefs were tight enough to feel like a second skin. This was all his fault, he thought. He should of just ignored Shikadai and Metal Lee's wedgie and focused on what was important: Kicking his dads ass. Instead he had wasted time and allowed three pairs of his underwear to be ruined! "Until your underwear rips or 50 minutes!" Boruto growled and... gave up all resistance. His arms and legs heading for the ground, he turned his head towards Shikadai. "I'm done. You?" Shikadai sighed and crossed his legs. He nodded. "I've got a plan", Boruto said carefully. "But you won't like it." "My ass is being slit apart, Boruto! What the fuck is it?!" Shikadai shifted the weight from the top of his body so he was falling headfirst. His butt was exposed, his cheeks turned even redder. "So?" "Follow my lead!" And with that Boruto started to move his body wieldy. And fast. It hurt like hell, but it was the only way since their underpants refused to showe even the smallest hint of ripping. Shikadai hated the idea. But he knew that Boruto was right. And so he did as Boruto showed him. After two minutes it happend: Shikadai briefs ripped apart and he fell the ground. On top of Mitsuki. "Well, that was unexpected", Mitzuki murmured. "Deal with it!", Shikadai retorted, rubbing his naked, sore ass. And then Borutos underwear meet it's end and he fell on top of the other two boys. He would of felt weird lying practicly naked on Shikadai of all people, yet he could only sigh in relief as the pressure on his crack finally came to an end. "Get. Down!", Shikadai growled. But Boruto smiled. "Deal with it", he replied.

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crb145 Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2017
Hey do you think you could do digimon wedgie stories were the digimon get wedgies?
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kingstory3 Featured By Owner Jan 27, 2017
Maybe, never thought of that. I'm not finished with watching the first season yet, but still, which ones would you think of?
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crb145 Featured By Owner Jan 27, 2017
Maby one with veemon and agumon
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