#and a clone of his dead father doing everything he wished his actual dad did like

[fractalcloning]

In the shadow of Ganmadan.

It was a little offensive, the clear sky and beautiful weather. It should be raining, thundering, like in her dreams--red and scary, foreboding--but it isn't. Jean Luc Picard died and it is...just another day. She knows that Alton Soong and Dr. Jurati are working on it, maping and copying his neural patterns into the golem Soong had reserved for himself. There's no guarantee it will work, that they can take the patterns off a dead man and expect them to function. He may not be restored at all, and Soji feels terribly lost. She has siblings here, dozens of them, but she's the odd one out. Not one of them can really comprehend what she's been through in the last few days. None of them can even start to relate. Dahj is gone. Her mother is an AI, a holo construct that was meant to keep her from breaking her cover. Narek is--somewhere outside. In a cell? The fact that she'd even consider talking to him only enhances her distress. She's all alone. Again. And the Romulan fleet is gone, but so is most of the Starfleet one. They are defenseless, completely out of orchids, and only Soji seems to recognize that the danger hasn't passed. That they aren't actually safe from anything. Another nudge to her bedrock could topple everything again, and again, and again and she chose to let the guarantee of safety go. She hates herself for giving that up, for shutting down the transmitter, and then hates herself in another way for even considering summoning the extra-galactic synthetics. Her life isn't worth every organic one. It's objectively true but so very hard to remember when the threat of death and destruction seems to hover over her like her own personal raincloud. So Soji sits, miserable and distraught, on the edge of Alton Soong's desk and tries not to think about it. Unfortunately the only distractions she has are the synthetics littered around the office. Alton Soong had been so proud, so excited to show her his prototypes. The golem, the next set of fractal clones, mice for Spot II to chase. Each one was meticulously designed and he loved them, truly. His crowning masterpiece was the reproduction of Data. It took up the center of the room and all Soji could do was stare. He looked peaceful, like he was sleeping and not just an empty, expertly sculpted husk in a stasis chamber. She was almost jealous, that he got to sleep so softly while she was vibrating with anxiety about the next calamity, the next loss, the next inevitable, crushing death. She runs both hands through her hair, tugging it to try and clear the maudline catastrophizing. It half works. "I wish I could have met you," Soji says to the stasis chamber and her arms drop back to her sides. "If half of what everyone said was true, you'd probably have something profound to say."

"Or...at least you might give me a hug."

She was tearing up, thinking of her Dad, the fake ghost in her dreams. He never existed but she had memories of him saying profound things. She recalled her mom trying to cheer her up--or Dahj, who may have actually done that before they were separated. Picard had even tried to comfort her, in his own way--and now she comes back to Narek again. The last man standing. God, her life was pathetic if the Tal'Shiar were her best choice for a hug. She wipes her eyes and tries to stop thinking again. It doesn't work any better this time. "Fuck," Soji says to the empty room. To the construct that is not her kind of father. It required a quantum computer to hold what they had of Data's neural patterns--if the code, the information, were any less she might have been able to boot him up, to talk to him through holograms like she did her mom, but even Soji understood that he was too complex for that. Data required a body and Soong had never completed the method to transfer-- "Wait--Agnes fixed it," Soji says, largely to herself, partly to the construct. Alton Soong had lamented how his masterpiece copy of Data would forever lie dormant. Because Bruce Maddox hadn't finished the work to make transfering consciousness possible. But Dr. Jurati had finished it. They were using it on Picard right now. Which meant-- Soji shot up from the side of the desk and all but darted to the stasis pod in the center of the room. Now, looking at the unoccupied copy, she saw something other than a hollow body--she could--she could put him back, right? If it were a copy of Data, he could work in this body? She immediately pulls up the controls on the stasis chamber and snatches a data slate off Soong's desk. Data was kept in the computer, he was the cornerstone of it, she should be able to just...run Jurati's protocols and put him into the duplicate, right? The tiny thread of hope that wrapped itself around her heart was as cutting as it was fragile, but Soji was desperate and so very alone. If she thought anything could work, anything at all, she couldn't have stopped herself from trying it.

#@my-timing-is-digital #!RP #star trek roleplay #is this how starters work on this site I have no idea #long post

[louisminyard]

this is so fucked up im screaming

#maggie......... mags.... what the hell #cdth lb #not declan hating his father and everything he’s done (RIGHTFULLY) #and a clone of his dead father doing everything he wished his actual dad did like #hello ????

[monamourbladie-mb]

19 Years Later... (Darth Vader x reader miniseries chapter 1)

19 years have passed since Y/n’s husband Anakin’s death, and she has become the leading General of the newly founded Rebellion alongside her past Jedi friend Obi-Wan Kenobi, now known as Ben Kenobi. When her children Luke and Leia Skywalker gets kidnapped by Darth Vader, the man who killed her husband; her and Obi-Wan Kenobi must come rescue her. But when she finds out who’s behind Darth Vader’s mask, the truth is something she never thought she had to prepare herself for.

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Index:

1. prologue

2. chapter 1

3. chapter 2 [Coming soon]

wc: 2.3k

warnings: cursing

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Being the leader of the new Rebellion against the evil Galactic Empire had its perks. One of the things that was not a perk, however, was hiding one’s actual name from their people, and past.

None of Y/n’s rebels knew of her past as a former Jedi Knight that fought in the Clone Wars. Though she fought like a cunning warrior, the thought had never once crossed their minds, seeing as all the Jedi were dead.

She had raised her children Luke and Leia with Obi-Wan’s guidance to be trained as Jedi, seeing as both of them were very Force-Sensitive.

Watching Luke wield his father’s lightsaber brought such bittersweet feelings to both old Jedi Knights. Anakin was such a big part of both of their lives, that it was almost painful to see this without him there.

Anakin would be beyond proud of his son and daughter, for sure.

Y/n recalled the first time he and Leia held their lightsabers. They were both 9, the same age their Father was when he was brought him by Qui-Gon Jyn from Tattooine.

Luke had rushed up to Obi’s old trunk excitedly, admiring the strange silver object with big eyes as Leia crowded behind him, “What’s that, Uncle Obi?”

“This is your father’s lightsaber, my dear. He would’ve wanted you to have it,” Obi replied, a sad smile on his face as he held onto the hilt, activating its stellar blue glow.

“This is the weapon of a Jedi Knight. Not as clumsy or random as a blaster—“ Obi handed it to Luke and his eyes widened, waving it around gently so he didn’t break it. “—an elegant weapon for a more civilized age.”

“Is it mine?” Luke’s eyes beamed in excitement. Obi-Wan nodded, sitting down as he picked up Leia, putting her on his knee.

“For over a thousand generations, the Jedi were the guardians of peace and justice. The old republic. Before the Empire...” he trailed off, turning his head towards the window.

Y/n rushed into the room, hearing the lightsaber and fearing there was an intruder, “Obi-Wan! What’s going on, I’m—“ she ignited her brilliant (l/c) saber, holding it in a protective stance before she realized it was just Luke. She sighed heavily and disengaged her saber, attaching it back to her belt loop, “Obi, you didn’t tell me you were doing this now...” she crossed her arms.

“Mom! Obi-Wan told me this was Dad’s! Look!” he started swinging it gently, making sure it didn’t hit anyone since he knew how deadly they could be. She began to smile sadly as she remembered a young Anakin as a padawan, rushing in to show her his lightsaber he constructed the day he finally got one.

She smiled sadly, tears welling up in her eyes. “You look so much like your father, Luke,” she said sadly. Obi looked back at Luke, and for a split moment, he was reminded of the small slave his old master brought back with him. He smiled to himself remembering how he helped Anakin with his padawan braid.

“Princess, come here. I’ll let you hold my lightsaber, okay?” she handed Leia her saber gently, and she took gingerly from her hand. Leia took it and igniting it, the blade’s glow reflecting in her excited little eyes.

“Mom? How did dad die? You never answered me,” Luke asked. Y/n felt herself freeze in place, a large lump in her throat forming. “Luke, I...”

“I’ll tell them, Y/n,” Obi-Wan replied solemnly. “Your father was killed by a young Jedi named Darth Vader. He was a close friend of mine before he fell. He helped the Emperor hunt down and destroy the Jedi Knights. He betrayed and murdered your father.” The room fell silent, until Luke asked another question, “So you and Uncle Obi are the last remaining Jedi?”

Obi-Wan shook his head no, “There are others, but sparse. To name a few, Master Yoda and Ahsoka Tano, your father’s Padawan learner. The last remaining Jedi are being hunted down by Vader, which is why we hide.”

Leia spoke up softly, “Is that why we don’t use our actual last name, mommy?”

“Yes, sweetheart. As long as Vader’s reign continues, we must hide our names. Darth Vader does not know about the two of you, so you are safe. For us, on the other hand...” she trailed off, and the kids understood.

“Mom... Mom,” Leia spoke loudly. Y/n blinked in confusion and turned back around, looking at her daughter, “Yeah, my love?”

“Are you okay mom?” Leia asked, frowning. “We need to look at the Death Star plans.”

“Right,” she sighed heavily, turning to face from the window out looking Yavin 4. “I’m fine, princess. I just... was remembering Anakin, that’s all.” Leia sighed and laid her hand on her mother’s back, rubbing it gently, “Dad would be proud of everything you’ve done, mom.” She began to tear up as she pulled Leia into a tight hug, “I hope so. It’s been about 20 years and it still doesn’t feel right,” silent tears fell down her cheeks into her daughter’s bunned hair.

“I’m proud of you, Leia. If you were to be trained within the Order now, you’d be the same age your father was when he became a Jedi Knight, and when he married me...” she sniffled, wiping her tears. Leia smiled softly, holding her mom’s hand, “Do you think he’d be proud of me, too?”

“I know he would,” she rubbed her fingertips against hers, “He would pull you into the tightest hug, spin you a little and say softly, ‘That’s my baby girl,’” she replied, her voice cracking slightly. Leia began to tear up as she hugged her back, “I wish I knew him...” she said softly. “I wish so too, babe, so bad...” Y/n sighed. But I won’t let his memory be in vain. Let’s go look at these plans and destroy that Death Star, yeah?”

Leia and Y/n walked to the main board room, seeing how the map was already up on display. “General Jonas, we’ve been examining the Death Star plans. They’re on screen now,” one of her commanding officers recited. “Good, thank you, officer. Have we discovered a weak point yet? Or at least some form of entry point?”

“No, ma’am. We haven’t studied long enough. There are many ways in, but all most likely heavily guarded. We will have to find a way to go under the radar without getting detected, somehow,” he replied. She nodded, walking closer to examine it. She closed her eyes and felt out through the Force for some answer. No surprise to her, she could barely feel anything at all but an empty void. Ever since Anakin had died, she had felt more distanced from the Force than ever. Maybe she and Anakin possessed a rare Dyad, or maybe she had simply lost touch with the Force; but no matter what she did, she was nowhere near as powerful in the Force as she used to be.

“Alert me if you find anything, Officer, I would love to have this Death Star in shambles by the end of the month,” Y/n left to walk out and to ask Obi-Wan on the matter. “Yes, ma’am,” he responded, turning back to his computer to get back to work.

Elsewhere, Leia was pacing in Luke’s room, grumbling to herself, “I know Obi-Wan has taught us to not let our emotions guide us, but I can’t when it comes to him. He killed our father, he should be dead!” Leia huffed in anger, collapsing down onto her twin’s bed.

Luke grunted in response, his mouth full of food still, “It’s not like you can take him on yourself. You’d die!” he said, or at least, sounded like he said. “I will not let the lives of those lost who got us the plans in the first place’s memories die. We wouldn’t be this close to planning an attack without their sacrifices. Moreover, Mom has had these plans for two days now, and she hasn’t done a single thing about it!” Leia responded quickly. Luke shrugged, “Leia. Be real. It’s not like we can steal a ship and fly to the Death Star, find it’s a weak point, and get back in time for dinner.”

Leia sat up, looking at Luke as if he had just committed mass murder. “...What?” Luke asked warily. Leia grinned, “That’s it! We’ll do just that, Luke! We’ll take one of mom’s ships, fly around the death star undetected and find weak entry points, and get back like we were never even gone!”

“Leia, you can not be serious right now!” Luke gasped, setting his food down, “We can’t do this, we could get in so much trouble! Or spotted!”

“Do you want to sit idly while our mother and uncle do nothing, whereas our Father’s murderer is out on the lose on that moon!” Leia snapped at him. He narrowed his eyes, “That’s no moon, Leia. Also, no, I don’t! But do we have a choice? No. We’re staying here.”

“No, we’re leaving. Whether I go alone is up to you entirely, but at this point, I just want the man who killed my father dead,” Leia said, glaring at him. Luke huffed, “You think I don’t want him dead, too? But we are children, we literally can’t do anything!”

“We are 19 years old and I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to sit at home here and wait for Vader to kill more innocent people,” Leia frowned, crossing her arms. “I really need you with me, Luke. But I get it if you don’t go.” she stood up, grabbing her stuff to leave when Luke grumbled “Wait!” under his breath. “I’ll... go. Just to protect you. But this is a bad idea, and I don’t want to get caught,” he raised a brow to her. Leia grinned and hugged Luke tightly, “Thank you, thank you! You won’t regret this! But bring your lightsaber maybe, just in case?”

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“What do you mean, YOU LET THEM GO?” Y/n snapped to C3-PO, enraged. Threepio raised his hands in defense, “I couldn’t stop them, mistress! I tried my best, I swear!”

“You let my children go confront Vader ALONE? You’re so lucky I don’t shut you down for that!” she growled, shoving past him with Obi-Wan following close behind her. “Oh, dear. I’m doomed,” Threepio whined.

“We have to go after them, we... I can’t... I can’t lose my kids,” Y/n said nervously, starting to pace once Obi got close. “Y/n, calm down sweetheart. I need you to breathe and think,” Obi said, holding onto her shoulders gently. “If we go, we have an equal chance of being caught since they’ll already be on high alert.”

She sighed heavily, shaking her head, “I hate you for being so levelheaded and smart, Obi,” she frowned. “That’s my specialty,” he winked. “Now, we need to stop and make sure that we can pull this rescue off without risking our lives, too.”

Meanwhile, at the Death Star, Vader was summoned by his leading captain because of an alert of an enemy ship flying nearby. “Bring them in, search them. They may know General Jonas.” “Yes, My Lord.”

Vader turned to leave the bridge towards the docking bay, to meet his guests personally. As he walked, his mind was filled with visions and memories from his dream the night before. Of her.

He sighed heavily, picking up speed as he neared the docking bay. Passing a group of stormtroopers, he pushed past them to be in front, crossing his arms. The door opened, and two stormtroopers walked out holding a young girl and boy, yelling at them to let go of them.

As soon as Vader looked at the two, he felt something... strange. A certain presence in the Force he had never felt before. What is this? Why do they feel familiar?

Vader dropped his arms, walking forward and raising his hand to stop the troopers, “Who are you? And why were you near my Death Star?”

His unmerciful, robotic voice rumbled through their chests, terrifying them. In all their years, they had never seen something so cold and unforgiving. “Don’t be petrified, answer me if you want to live,” Vader challenged, staring right at the boy.

“You killed our father,” Leia’s voice was cold, sad, and broken. She knew this was a bad idea, but it was too late now. “I wanted revenge.”

“You’ll have to forgive me, my princess, but I’ve killed many men. Your father was just another tick on my list, whoever he may be.”

“You son of a—!” Luke yelled, rushing to jump at him when the stormtroopers all turned their weapons on him, making him stop. Vader growled, “Insolent children. I don’t think you know who I am, truly. I’d crush you in a heartbeat, but seeing as you could have something of use to me... take them away, both of them,” Vader commanded. The two shouted in disagreement, and Vader simply stood and watched them struggle.

“You bitch! You’ll pay for what you did to our dad!” Luke yelled as he was taken away. Vader rolled his eyes from under the mask and walked back to his quarters. He knelt on the floor, taking his mask off as he called out to his Emperor through the force.

“What do you want, Lord Vader?” Palpatine growled, looking down at Vader’s hologram. “I felt something through the Force a few moments ago. My new hostages... they seem to be strong with it.”

“Really? Are you sure, my apprentice?”

“Yes, Master. More sure than anything.”

“Well, you know what you must do. Kill them. They could be Jedi if they tried opposing you,” Palpatine smirked. “They’re only children, which means they’re newer Jedi. Someone had to have trained them.”

“Children never stopped you before, don’t let it stop you now. Do it.”

“...Yes, my Master.” Vader ended the holomessage, sighing.

“Who are you two...?” he asked himself, reaching out through the Force and feeling they were still there.

Strange.

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[10-porgs-in-a-trenchcoat]

Foxiyo Week: Fearless

@foxiyoweek

[This entry takes place in a happily-ever-after AU, approx. five years after Palpatine is exposed and removed from power]

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When he was a soldier, there was very little in his day-to-day duties that scared Fox. Fear of blaster fire, explosions, blood, violence, injury, and death had been conditioned out of his psyche during his training. As a result, he had considered himself fairly unflappable. But then he fell in love, and with that love came fear of heartbreak and fear of loss. And when he and Riyo learned they were expecting a baby, another fear came to him: that he would not be a good father. Then the day came when he held his newborn daughter for the first time, and his love for her greatly outweighed his fears.

At four years old, little Mira Chuchi was almost a perfect mix of her parents. She had her mother’s blue skin and crescent-shaped markings on her cheeks, and her father’s deep brown eyes and curly black hair. At first Fox worried that she would age quickly like he did, but by both human and Pantoran metrics she was aging at the same rate as any other natural-born child from either species. That brought him relief, since it meant she could have the normal happy childhood he never got.

“Tell me a bedtime story, Papa?” Mira asked once she was settled into bed, snuggled up under the covers. Fox sat perched on the edge of the bed next to her and she looked up at him with big bright eyes. She clutched a stuffed tooka plushie in her arms.

“I would love to,” Fox responded. He wracked his brain, trying to think of a story to tell. His mind settled on one event from his life, from before Mira was born, and he quickly thought of a way to translate it into something child-friendly.

“Once there was a soldier, one of the bravest soldiers in the entire Republic. He always did the right thing and helped people and stopped every bad guy he crossed. One day a giant monster came to Coruscant and terrorized the city. Rawwrrr!” He let out a roar and raised his hands into claws before diving in to lightly tickle at Mira. She giggled in response to being tickled.

“The monster was big and scary, and it tried to eat the people in the city. It tried to eat a little girl, but the brave soldier swooped in and saved her just in time! Carried her away and gave her back to her mom. And he saved many more people from being eaten too!”

“Did the soldier beat the monster?” Mira asked innocently.

Maybe it was best to lie a little bit, he thought, for entertainment’s sake. She didn’t need to know that in reality he had been hit in the face by the Zillo Beast’s claws.

“Yes, he did. All by himself. He shot a cable and tied it around the monster’s legs, and it fell onto the ground!” He slapped his hand onto the bed for dramatic effect. “And then … then he stunned the monster and loaded it onto a starship and flew it to a far away planet where it could live with others of its kind. Then the soldier returned to Coruscant and was rewarded for being the bravest and most fearless soldier in the entire galaxy.”

Mira narrowed her eyes in a skeptical scrutiny. “That’s not your best bedtime story, Papa.”

Fox stifled a laugh. She was just like her mother.

A laugh came from the doorway of the bedroom, and Fox turned to see Riyo standing there. She leaned against the doorway, dressed in her burgundy-and-gold skirt and jacket that she often wore to the Senate. She must have just gotten home from work, Fox thought.

“Momma!” Mira squeaked excitedly. She sat up and looked up at her mother with a toothy grin.

“Hello, my baby,” cooed Riyo as she walked over to the bed and knelt beside her daughter.

“Papa told me a bedtime story about the bravest soldier and a monster!”

“I heard,” said Riyo as she smoothed a hand over the top of Mira’s hair.

“Apparently it wasn’t my best work,” shrugged Fox.

Riyo chuckled. “Well since Mira’s going to sleep you’ll have plenty of time to think of a better one.” She turned her attention back to Mira. “If I’m home when you go to bed tomorrow I’ll tell you a bedtime story, how’s that?”

“Okay Momma,” said Mira. She lay back down, snuggled into her pillow, and Riyo drew the covers back over her to tuck her back in.

Riyo then leaned in to kiss Mira on the forehead. “Sleep tight, my baby. I love you.”

Fox then gave Mira little kisses on her cheek and forehead. “Love you, starlight. Good night.”

“Good night. Love you Momma, love you Papa.”

Fox then followed Riyo out of Mira’s room, turning off the lights and closing the door behind him. The two went to the living room; as Riyo plopped herself down on the couch and leaned back, Fox went into the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine and two glasses. On his way back into the living room, he caught his reflection in a window by the dining table. He went back and forth on how he felt about the streaks of gray hair around his temples; it was a sign he was getting older, which shouldn’t have surprised him, yet he counted himself lucky that he was going gray rather than bald.

“You’re the bravest, most fearless soldier in the entire galaxy now?” Riyo asked with a smirk as Fox sat down next to her. She leaned over to plant a kiss on his cheek.  

“Well, every kid wants to think their dad’s a hero,” answered Fox as he poured out the wine. “Besides, you should hear the stories Rex tells his kids!” He handed a glass to Riyo.

“How is Rex these days?”

“He’s doing great. He, his husband, and their kids will actually be on Coruscant next week, and I’m looking forward to Mira finally getting to meet her cousins.”

“That will be so wonderful, we haven’t seen them since their wedding.”

“I know,” said Fox wistfully, “and if we can also convince Bly and Secura to come around with their little one, it will really be a party.”

A brief beat of silence passed as they both took drinks.

“How was the Senate today? You’re home late.” Fox asked.

Riyo let out a deep, long sigh, then leaned her head on Fox’s shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her and drew her in closer to him.

“It’s like pulling teeth. There are still so many warmongers and Palpatine loyalists. Padme and I are doing everything we can to get them to come across and support Chancellor Organa’s efforts to rebuild worlds devastated by the war, but we’re getting nowhere.”  

“Maybe I resigned too soon,” said Fox, “if I were still with the army I could inspire them to cooperate. Or I’ll call Wolffe and ask him to pay them a visit.”

“Tempting, but don’t worry about it. Diplomacy will win.”

“I know it will, you and Amidala are the best of the best.” Fox pressed his lips to Riyo’s forehead.

“I just wish things would work out, I feel like I barely get to see Mira anymore. I know Padme’s missing her babies too.”

“This won’t last forever, things will be normal again one day,” said Fox, trying to sound reassuring. “But we can figure out ways for you and Mira to spend more time together until then. She knows the work you do is important, but she misses you too.”

Riyo craned her head upward to brush her lips against Fox’s jaw. “You’re such a wonderful father. Even better husband.” She snuggled back into him and wrapped an arm around his torso.

Fox smirked and rubbed his hand up and down Riyo’s arm. “Careful, keep talking like that and I’ll get to work on making Mira a big sister,” he said mischievously.

Riyo sat up and looked him dead in the eye. “I was actually thinking about asking you if you wanted to try for another child soon. We’d have to talk more about it in depth, I just want to know if we’re on the same page first.”

“Definitely.” He grinned from ear to ear. The thought of having another baby made his heart swell with joy.

The two leaned towards each other, meeting with a kiss in the middle. They then remained in place, their foreheads resting against one another.

“I love you so much,” Riyo murmured. “I’m so glad I have you.”

“I’m luckier to have you. I love you from now until the end of time.”

Riyo smiled and reached up to cradle his face in her hand. She kissed him again.

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Later that night as he drifted off to sleep, Fox thought about how the past five years had been beyond anything he ever anticipated. The war ended after Palpatine was discovered to be playing both sides for his own gain, and he was ousted from power and held prisoner by the Jedi. (The Jedi kept him locked up somewhere hidden and were annoyingly secretive about their reasons for it, and they managed to stonewall the Senate at every turn, but that was a headache for another day)

The Republic and the Separatists had a peace treaty and were cordially frosty towards one another in their joint efforts to rebuild worlds hardest hit by the war. Most importantly for him, the Senate voted to grant clones full legal personhood. He resigned his commission without a second thought and asked Riyo to marry him. Miracle upon miracles, she said yes.

He thought back to his days as a cadet on Kamino, how his younger self could never imagine a future where he was husband to a brilliant Senator and father to a wonderful little girl. None of his brothers likely anticipated a future where they could choose their own paths, but the ones who survived the war could. Rex had his husband, kids, and a farm on Alderaan; Bly had Secura and their child and a quiet life on Ryloth; Cody and Wolffe were still in the army but they had fulfillment and a newfound sense of purpose; and his brothers in the Coruscant Guard either transferred to private security work or went to trade schools and universities. He was happy for all of them and prouder than he could put into words. It was better than the best that he once hoped for them. It was what they all deserved.

As for Fox … he had everything he ever wanted since the day he realized he was in love with Riyo. He couldn’t ask for anything else.

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[the-beskar-alchemist]

Here we go again with my recap ramblings! Had to do a bit of nip/tuck for this one, it’s a bit lengthy.

My opinions, as I've stated before, are based on my limited knowledge of the Star Wars universe. I have NOT seen anything outside of the movie franchise, so please bear with me...

- First off I would like to express my appreciation for this episode going balls-to-the-wall with Ashoka, instead of spending an unnecessary amount of time working towards her introduction. Considering we spent two episodes just GETTING to her, the fact that it was like "BAM! There she is!" was very refreshing.

- Also I would like to thank Filoni for establishing her badassery UP FRONT, instead of having her do some sort of "Surprise! These are my special skills!" maneuver. The concept hit home on the first try, and it hit HARD.

- I know people are iffy with Rosario Dawson (I'm not that caught up on her to know the details myself), but she does bring a certain......presence, I guess......to this episode, but just as the character, not really HER specifically.  She seems more powerful when she's silent, versus when she speaks, her portrayal of the dialogue seems kinda monotone for my taste honestly. (I think it's worth mentioning that, while I understand people wish for Ashley, it would involve "black face" makeup on some levels to achieve Ashoka's skin-tone, I don't think it would've worked, no matter how skilled the makeup artists are)

- The ghastly forest makes me think of the lighting technique they used for The Half Blood Prince film

- As I've said, I have not seen the Clone Wars series, so I'm not familiar with Ashoka's animated fighting techniques, but I do love how practical she is with the lightsabers in a dark setting, turning them off to avoid too much attention, and only turning them back on right when she's ready to attack to really take her enemies off guard

- Din narrating to the baby has me in my feels a bit, this dude is really going through the motions isn't he? He's trying so hard to keep it together, acting like he's fine that his whole world is about to change in a way he's not fully prepared to handle.

- Can we take a moment to discuss how observant the baby is? He may not know about circuitry to help with ship maintenance, but he has the wherewithal to know when he's headed to a place that's potentially harmful. Episode 7 in season 1, when Din mentions going back to Nevarro? The baby immediately tries to adjust the ships trajectory to avoid going to a place of which his only memories consist of him being experimented on and possibly almost killed. And NOW? Now he recognizes that the name of the planet Din is taking him to will be where they separate, so OF COURSE his first instinct is to, not only avoid leaving Din's side at the pilot's seat, but to also seek out one of the few tangible objects that brings him comfort: THE METAL BALL FROM THE LEVER........baby boi is so smart, we do not give him enough credit

- Baby REALLY didn't want to leave his papa.......also DIN LET HIM KEEP THE BALL PLS

- Din walking through the town reminded me of the Two Towers when the party arrived at Rohan and Gimli was like "You'll find more cheer in a graveyard"

- I have to wonder what was going through Din's mind upon seeing the prisoners in the electric cages. I'm sure he was disgusted, but everything presented in this series is VERY deliberate, ergo Din was meant to see this to IMMEDIATELY establish that this magistrate was someone he wouldn't want to be allied with, a feat that could've been established with the intro into the town alone, but it seems that the best way to really drive home just how terrible these people are is voyeurism.

- The town versus inside the magistrates gated home? Night and day. The contrast is intriguing, how "dead" the town looks but inside the second gate there's life, somewhat flourishing.

- If Din KNEW that the magistrate was referring to Ashoka, than he basically tricked her into helping him find her under the guise of making a deal. If not, than he figured it out during their first fight upon seeing how she maneuvered around him. Either way, we stan one smart cookie.

- Lang reminds me of Number Two from the Austin Powers series

- BATU BATU BATU BATU

- I love the fact that Din is including the baby in his bounty hunting process, not just telling him they've reached the coordinates, but also letting him know to start looking, IT'S BRING YOUR SON TO WORK DAY......(but like EVERYday for him tho.....)

- Okay but like LOGICALLY I KNEW THAT BESKAR CANNOT BE DAMAGED BY A LIGHTSABER BUT MY HEART STOPPED FOR A SECOND

- DIN PACING LIKE A NERVOUS DAD IN THE DOCTORS OFFICE, POOR BABY

- I have to wonder how the baby "talks" via the Force, is it full "sentences"? Clipped "sentences"? Or is it kinda like Renesmee from Twilight where she "inserted" visuals into another person's head? I know they can "feel" each other's thoughts, but I've always wondered exactly HOW they "feel" them...

- I understand people are a little put-off by the lekku, and that cosplayers have done it "better", but we have to remember that cosplayers aren't doing (multiple) fight scenes, the head-piece has to be practical in its design, as well as authentic. There are stunt-doubles, and having to create multiple versions that not only can withstand constant movement, but also won't break easily. Not to mention when you try to do a live-action based off an animated series, it almost ALWAYS looks "wrong" on some levels (live-action anime? it's awkward af, no matter how hard you try...)

- About the Grogu controversy: I'm on the fence, but will most likely come to love/appreciate the name. Is it within the realm of what I was expecting? Nope. Is it possible that we are ALL projecting our own ideas of what name the baby "should" have had, so much so that almost ANY name they would've given him would've sounded "wrong"? VERY distinctive possibility......this is Star Wars after all, names are meant to sound "weird".  Grogu sounds like a Star Wars kind of name, in fact it's kinda fitting for a species that looks reptilian-ish

- THE BABY HEARING DIN SAY HIS NAME FOR THE FIRST TIME, THE WHIPLASH IN THAT HEAD-TURN, BUT LIKE.....I love the slight parallels to Grogu's and Din's name-arc: They both went DECADES without hearing their own names, and the reveal's are so contrasting, Din hears his name during a time when he's in danger, the baby hears his while having a heart-to-heart. I'm curious about how Din was feeling in this moment, thinking about how long Grogu must've gone without hearing his own name, and how Din longs to have someone say HIS name with an almost reverent tone

- YODA NAME-DROP.....but also Grogu looked at Ashoka when she said the name, I wonder if he knew Yoda

- Some people have mentioned Ashoka's lekku not being long enough for her age, I'm wondering if they compensated with the "wrinkles" in it? Can lekku have wrinkles?

- Grogu trying to be good for his papa, but also NOT wanting to use his powers because he KNOWS it would mean that papa has to leave him (and Din's little head tilt to get him to cooperate) I JUST....I CAN'T

- Ashoka telling Din to connect with Grogu, and Din shifting around all like "LOOK ITS BAD ENOUGH I HAVE TO LEAVE MY SON WITH YOU, CAN YOU NOT MAKE THIS HARDER FOR ME???"

- FATHER AND SON GAME OF CATCH AND DIN'S EXCITEMENT WHEN GROGU CAUGHT THE METAL BALL, MY OVARIES CANNOT TAKE THIS MUCH FLUFF

- Subtle Anakin reference, given what happened to the younglings after he went dark, it's a good thing Grogu was taken.......but by WHO???

- Din calling the lightsabers "laser swords" and Ashoka's little grin like, she WANTED to correct him, but she was enjoying Din's dorkyness???

- Din trusted her enough to let her borrow his pauldron??? I HAD A MOMENT

- DIN GUNSLINGER DJARIN

- Did my eyes fucking DECEIVE ME?? DID ASHOKA CUT THE SPEAR IN HALF????? Like this is the second time I'm watching this, the first time I noticed it I was like "No fucking WAY", but I'm seeing it AGAIN, IT WASN'T A TRICK OF THE EYE....so beskar is only lightsaber RESISTANT??

- Lang vs Din was like Johnny Ringo vs Doc Holliday, "You're no daisy!"

- More name-dropping. Did Ashoka kill Elsbeth? They never show her after the exchange.

- Din could've jetpacked his way back to the ship, but chose to walk instead. The way he avoids actually waking up Grogu at first, holding him for a bit, then taking the time to get him ready. Din baby who are you fooling? You're not ready, and you never will be.

- DIN STICKING HIS FINGERS OUT TO LET GROGU HOLD HIS HAND

- Ashoka knows okay?? She KNOWS that Din and Grogu are meant to stay together

- Din calling out Ashoka for trying to weasel out of the deal vs calling out Bo-Katan for changing the deal: No malice in his voice, he barely put up a fight, then sounded relieved after she gave him an alternative, one that could lead to the baby deciding NOT to become like the Jedi and instead choosing to remain with this buir

#din djarin #mando #mandalorian #the mandalorian #the mandalorian series #the mandalorian spoilers #the mandalorian series spoilers #the mandalorian s2 #the mandalorian series 2 #chapter 13 #the jedi #ashoka tano #baby yoda #yodito #grogu #yodito jose djarin

[moonstone27ls]

Ducktales finale spoilers

You’ve been warneddddddddd

Warning

Warning you againnnn

Sooo Ducktales will be ending soon my thoughts? Not as sad as when compared to Rise of the TMNT, Venture Bros, Brooklyn 99 (though it had a good run considering), Drunk History, Dark Crystal Age of Resistance. Though there are rumors Darkwing Duck is gonna be rebooted.... uhh maybe excited? I'd say maybe becauseeeee again its on a streaming service... and no for anyone's future question don't have Disney+ and have no intention of getting it why? Cause I'm broke/on a budget and I can't buy every stupid streaming service for the sake of a few shows.

But I'm getting off topic the show in general... sorta sad but sorta not. I'll be honest some eps of Ducktales in the last season didn't fit well with me. Some felt uhh very cliche/or readable, some felt kid dumb (but its a kids show so you're gonna get a few of those more than once), some felt like they were uhh if I had to compare like when you'd watch Adventure Time and you'd be "WTF was that one for". I wouldn't say dark you're just "that one felt random". Sometimes thats not bad but heh depends on the taste.

There are a few things disappointed we didn't get to see one Donald & Della's ACTUAL parents interacting with their children, GRANDCHILDREN. Don't get me wrong their interactions with Scrooge was nice but we barely got one ep with family that WASN'T him. You'd think given what dangerous work they were involved with we'd see a flashback or actual talk of their parents talking to them. Especially with Della being a single mother oO. Kinda feel it slightly unrealistic that they'd just sit and do nothing (and no there's no sign they're dead so they should be around) when their daughter disappeared into space. I mean maybe it'd been nice to see a few eps of past Donald getting advice from his mother Hortense how to raise the triplets. Heck would have like to see Hortense & Matilda's relationship.

Second the triplets father would had been nice oO. Yes he does have a father. All these fan ships but no one actually wondering "hey who's the boys father?".

  Third would had been nice to see more of Violet's family life. I mean whats the point of giving her "dads" if they never have a role beyond background character. Heck would had been nice to see a day of Violet and Lena's life with their fathers. Yes probably to the viewers it probably would had been boring but whatever 8B.

Four uhh I dunno explore space more? Maybe actually see some of Moon's home. I'll be honest that episode of "Moonlander on Earth" ep always bugged me. While I could believe some of the moon aliens wanted to stay on earth. I'm not convinced an entire planet thought Earth was so amazing they'd just stay there forever. People are fickle things, I can believe some wanted to stay like a vacation. But I feel at some point some, like Penny wanted to just go home. And I always found it... disturbing that no one attempted to really listen (no I don't count Webby cause that was written more of an experience lesson than "oh I miss home"). I mean the McDucks have all the money in the world, thats how Scrooge spent almost all his fortune finding Della. I'm just not convinced Scrooge and them thought "Hey we got extra rockets if they wanna go home we'll let them". No it was "oh they'll never get home, lets not bothering asking or giving them those extra resources. I think the show MISSED a good opportunity to let Penny go home (as well as others). And since Fenton or Gyro are often considered so smart they couldn't make a special teleport device JUST for them or ways to keep communicating with the moon. Thus meaning they could have explored space. And while some might argue "yes we needed Penny for the finale" (minor spoiler). She didn't DO anything she and Goldie were mostly used for cameo purposes. Sooo wasted use there.

Hmm anything else....  would have LIKED to seen more eps with Gandra/Fenton but hey if that Darkwing Duck spinoff is a thing maybeeee Gizmoduck will make special appearances and Gandra/Fenton can double date with Morgana & Drake(yes I wanted her to make an appearance I liked her goth look). Uhhh I don't think we ever got a Selene & Della interaction. (So far no eps were really... well friendship stuff. I mean I got a small fraction (if that) with Gods on the Block ep but it was near the literal END)

Also wish we could had more from the old show cameos Kit/Molly, Rescue Rangers, Goofy... pft plus I'll be honest before the show ended would had loved an actual cameo of Goofy, Mickey & Donald just alll together. Pfttt omg I would had loved a Max & Roxanne cameo date/wedding (yes I shipped them).  Haha more interactions would had been fun. And while I enjoyed the Talespin sorta crossover... could had more (and yes sorta ship Kit/Della. heh sorta more of a crackship haha). And lets be honest that Molly cameo was wasted potential. I mean would had been cool to see Baloo & Becky. Though I understand to a degree why we didn't. At least with Baloo.  But ahh well what can you do.

  And same with Daisy and Donald buttttt gonna take some of the finale as something. I'm just gonna say it left enough for my imagination to think "they're having a happily ever after soon". Uhh another minor spoiler with Ludwig revealed not to be dead (which I'm glad)... just disappointed he wasn't in the credits or given more interactions with Scrooge. Yeah I know they weren't BEST friends or anything but I dunno I do associate them as friends.

Anything else... uhhh would had been nice to see more of Boyd and Doofus family moments too. I mean I dunno consideringgggg that life probably was better for Doofus' parents now that they had an ACTUAL loving child. Be nice to have seen more scenes. I mean heck that last ep with Doofus... uhh jumping? I assume it meant Doofus had closure and accepted his fate? So I dunno would had been good to see him and Boyd bond more. Heck I'd like to have seen his parents' telling Gyro in finale (yes minor spoiler) take care of "our" son.

Nowww onto the finale gonna put spoilers soo warning here.... as for the finale it was... good. I'm not gonna say "Oh it was the best everrrrrrrr". Nah it was pretty good given their budget or whatever. Yeah some felt rushed and all those cameos while I appreciate the thought felt wasted potential. I mean I get why budget/timing etc. Just saying you know could had some Goldie/Scrooge moments, more Lena & Violet, Webby friendship stuff. I mean heck when they were all "released" (and judging by that cube system) there was a lot we don't really see where they go or how the Ducktales group got everyone where they originally belonged.

What did I think of Webby's so called surprise... uhh mixed. Bigger picture wise kinda explained that need to be so clingy. To a degree I sorta agree with the split fans I like it and I don't like it. But I get it the writers NEEDED something for shock value cause lets face it they ran everything else. I say a part of me didn't like it cause I was kinda hoping this version would show us Webby's real parents. And I'm not fully convinced that photo was just a fake or some random relatives Beakley took to shut her up. 

I think she sounded genuine when she said "I missed a lot". I admit when the whole "oh she's made from FOWL" was becoming obvious. I thought Beakley was subtly hinting that her daughter made Webby. I dunno could see that happening seeing that this whole ep was hinting at adults who did NOT think of their actions effects (yeap Scrooge, Della's choice to go on that rocket, Bradford's granny traumatizing the dummy), I thought "Ohh sooo she felt neglect and rebelled or fell for the enemy". But anyways yeah I still think Beakley probably DID have a daughter. Where is she? I dunno, thats kinda the whole point. Either she died or like Donald did with Scrooge, broke away from her family. I really believe whatever the reason, her daughter's gone from her life and Beakley deeply regrets she wasn't a more attentive mother. She probably to a degree saw Webby as her second chance to do better by her.

Hmmm lets see anything else.... as dark as it was with what Bradford did... not really shocked. And while he was obviously a villain I think his background did prove a point. But I could be thinking of Dean Venture and Dr Venture's childhood. Not every kid is built or for that matter wants an adventure life. Bradford was a product of his well intentional but neglectful family. Had the triplets or Donald not wanted this life that could had been them. Thankfully it wasn't 8B.

I admit the part with the villians at the end was quiet surprising. Not because they turned him into a bird pft. But because technically they saved Scrooge but heh I get it, chalk it up to either "they don't like to be used" or "Bradford was so terrible he was beneath even their level". Just somewhat made me wish Magica could have found Poe or something (I liked his design and voice actor). 

 And super glad we didn't really lose a lot of villains. I dunno I wanted Phantom Blot & Pepper to escape, fight another day stuff. And I kinda think to a degree thats why we saw that dumbed-down clone of Bradford. He's gone but that clone could get "smarted" up to stir more trouble 8B. Maybe I dunno.

Heh but all in all I enjoyed this finale. Its was wayyyy better than Star and Tangled's finale, no flippin' drama :P. I mean I suppose you could call Donald & Daisy leaving drama? but no not really cause literally none of this bothered me. The credits kinda gave me that nostalgia of how this show got so much attention. So while it was rushed maybe and it had its flaws. All in all it kept up with the heart. Soo I enjoyed the credits a lot good way to say goodbye

(just putting that gif there cause I liked it 8B)

Anything else....KEITH FREAKING DAVID, another reason to give this finale a point best flipping part I’m just sad I have no gif to use XD

#finale #Ducktales #Disney #Ducktales spoilers

[vaguely-concerned]

The Mandalorian s2 ep1 Reactions Post That’s right I’m BACK

and none of you not even god himself can stop me from rambling about space cowboy dad and tiny green baby stuff for much longer than any sane person should 

the TL;DR is that I still love this show SO MUCH, beware a bunch of spoilers under the cut!

- costume design wise I LOVE how badly the armour fits Cobb Vanth

 especially when you get shots with him and Din side by side for contrast:

It’s not just that it’s clearly not made for him (it seems he’s a lot lankier and more wiry than Boba is), he simply doesn’t know how to wear it, and he doesn’t know how to take care of it, because he doesn’t know what it means. Remember when Din’s breastplate got bent completely out of shape by the mudhorn and he had it repaired to the best of his ability long before they even finished with the ship? That’s why he looks so grounded and natural in it and Vanth has sort of a clumsy Spiderman-in-his-first-home-made-costume air about him. (also Boba’s helmet has a beautiful heft and solidity to it in this, they make all the beskar have a Feel and weight to it, makes it feel important)  

I like that Vanth is taller than Din; everything that drives home that Din’s strength doesn’t come from being naturally physically imposing or impressive is a joy to me 

- Boba’s armour seems to be confirmed to be real beskar, which gives me so much hope that they’re doing something actually nuanced and interesting with Boba and Jango’s cultural identities as Mandalorians (whether they do consider themselves that or not, for example), unlike George Lucas’ inexplicable yet unbending stance of ‘They aren’t and never were lol get fucked Fetts’  

the way the triumphant heroic part of the mando music sputtered and died when the man himself showed up tho... uh-oh this might be bad news 

man but that’s a stunning and surprising way to introduce a well-known character divorced from what makes them so iconic, though, just from that I’m going to trust they know what they’re doing (AND they got temuera morrison back I’m so EXCITED!!!). without the armor there’s the face of someone who shared that face with literal millions and at the same time must be looking older than his father ever got to at this point, and that’s super interesting as a starting point to me. (I... guess there’s still a chance it’s a fakeout and that it’s actually another clone, but that would be such a letdown when they’ve already given us this haha) 

- an excellent [mando sighs] moment

this opening scene did a great job of re-summarizing him for the audience -- establishing again that he gives you one chance at dealing with him fairly and if you insist on continuing to be an asshole about it, you’re toast, the fact that his fighting style is so much about being able to tank blows rather than not getting hit in the first place, the horror movie monster mando setup as he stalked the dude down and strung him up, the Poetic Justice predicated on some very careful word choices, and most importantly “where I go, he goes”... all wonderful, I’m sure I’ll watch this scene back for fine details and better looks at the background characters many many times 

(word seems to have spread about him and the baby for real now, which makes me VERY nervous btw)

- Pulserifle’s back! Jetpack’s back! Razor Crest’s back! Grappling line’s back! PELLI’S BACK!!!!!! Tattooine... is also back *Finn voice* Why does everyone want to go back to Tattooine????

I really enjoyed the way they fleshed out and (for lack of a better word) humanized the sand people, though, if you are going back to this desert hellplanet again that is a worthy reason to do it 

- Din swearing :O!! and one of the less egregious star wars swears too, I’m fine with this

- in campaign star wars news: I guess there was sort of both a binbon and a jubna in this ep! what a time to be alive

- as usual I love the jawa. a bright spot in any day, just a bunch of lil goblin-y friends hanging out having the best time loving sparkly crystals and rescuing silver foxes.  

get in loser we’re going shopping

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I uh. Do you think. Hm. Is there maybe a metaphor here somewhere. Is there perhaps a hidden, one may say double, meaning, at play, right here, in this image? Who can say, it’s just niggling at me (there’s a very similar set of shots with Toro in season 1, but seemingly the show went ‘I fear we might have gone too subtle with it, let’s amp it up this time’ over the season break loool)

honestly though this dynamic really highlighted everything I love about the ways Din performs masculinity. It’s so much softer and more community/collaboration focused and more comfortable to be around than Vanth’s version -- and Vanth isn’t a bad dude by any stretch of the imagination, it’s not hard to see why he’s like that considering where he’s from, he’s just such a... man. The lone person who can protect this village! The only man who’s got what it takes! It’s all on his shoulders and no one else’s, so do exactly as he says or he’ll put a hole in you! (I think it’s telling that one of his first comments to Din is ‘I’m sure you call the shots wherever you’re from, but ‘round here, I’m the person who tell folks what to do’, because as we as the audience knows, Din very much does not call the shots of where he’s from lol) I guess it says some nice things about the tribe of Mandos Din is from that this is how he approaches things, and it says some good things about Vanth how quickly he comes around to this smarter and less confrontational/domineering style of doing things once he’s been exposed to it and sees how it works. it’s just neat

(it’s smart of Favreau to set his ~*lone gunslinger*~ character up like this, too, it makes him so much more interesting and versatile)   

- With the way Din says ‘a Mandalorian Armorer sent me on my path’ it does seem confirmed that’s the equivalent of a priest role or a sort of shaman -- I wonder if he knows the name of ‘The’ Armorer or if they take on the role as a whole identity 

- the sheer contrast between the two people who wanted Din to take his helmet off for them in this ep tho... wants Mando’s armour off for horrible awful reasons and got exactly what he deserved:

wants Mando’s armour off for entirely sympathetic and understandable, just culturally uninformed, thirsty thirsty reasons & also having drinks together:

 (the sort of... little lick over his bottom lip he does there? keep it in your pants vanth my GODjflsadf he’s a good dude tho he understands and respects the ‘no armour removal before marriage’ thing and backs down gracefully)

- This is a nuanced thing: I don’t think I actually ship it (not in a requited way from Din’s side, anyway, Vanth I’m 100% sure about lol), but the incredible potential for out-of-context-taking of “Take it off, or I will”/”...we doin’ this in front of the kid?” is uh astounding  

(anyone got the vibe Vanth sort of had something with the bartender too? no just me? well well)

- I was never really scared Din was actually dead or hurt b/c baby wasn’t scared and I figure he’d know lol, a very useful fear barometer 

- “What’s the plan?” “Take care of the child” “What are you gonna do?” “I don’t know, but wish me luck *yeets his new bro out of harm’s way before diving in head first himself*” fksdjhfkjlashdfkjsldahfkasldjhfskldajhfsadkjfh WHAT a summation of Din’s entire approach to battle & life, dad please you carry a not insignificant part of my heart around with you be careful 

(Also with the heavy implication that Boba was watching the whole thing... can you imagine him just looking on as Din throws himself down that gullet like a madman. There must have been some ‘o_-7 *headscratch headscratch* ???’ going on for him there)

it’s kind of sweet that din trusts vanth will take care of the baby if something happens though, they really bonded quickly huh 

- the sand people who kept willingly going over to the krayt dragon’s cave are honestly braver and more admirable than anyone else has ever been, I kept just shouting in anguish as they were gobbled up, they deserved better 

- can we talk about how clear it still is that Din’s just... lonely. When he thinks he’s found another Mando and he sounds almost reverent with relief... and then it gets odder and odder (’uh... drinks? I guess... does he have drinking straws with him or -- HE’S TAKING THE HELMET OFF???’ oh buddy)

I wonder if they’re building towards something about him realizing it doesn’t have to be Mandos for him to trust and bond with people longer term? Basically all the characters he’s met and we’ve watched him form attachments to and get help from are non-Mandos -- Kuiil :’^(, Cara, Omera, Cobb Vanth, IG-11 :^’’(, Greef Karga to a degree. Establishing so firmly what he’s looking for this early would be good setup for a ‘what a character thinks they want vs. what they need’ thing later on just on a writing level, anyway, Boba Fett could bring in some interesting points of view about Mandalorianness too   

- baby’s happy gurgles when he sees pelli!!!!!! din speaking sand people language and petting alligator doggies!!!!!!

- pedro pascal’s voice work remains an utter joy to me. din’s measured, earnest, occasionally slightly stilted way of talking is still so good, and then he does things like inserting some more... idk life is the wrong word but that more charged and dynamic tone he took on when he said (”I thought you weren’t a gambler”) “I’m not”. *chef kiss*

- if the pulse rifle’s stun is able to do that to a fuckn krayt dragon... that’s some serious shit din is carrying around with him lol (interestingly the actual shooty pew-pew part of it didn’t seem to do much to it, but then I guess he was shocking it from the inside out and not through thick hide, so idk)

- my only real complaints about this ep: Vanth’s backstory ran a bit long, and not enough baby & dad interaction. the concept art’s got me tho: 

 (din often wears his original/old armour in concept art still, incidentally, don’t know what that’s about)

awwwwwww

+ omfg ;______;

- this sand people person conscientiously brushing a bantha’s teeth... blessed

- Customary flame thrower report: there was a rare useful deployment of the flamethrower. Good job Mando’s flame thrower for furthering the field of diplomacy

ETA: I CAN’T BELIEVE I FORGOT TO MENTION THIS: DIN BEING COMFORTABLE(ISH) AROUND DROIDS NOW!!!! GROWTH????!?! IG-11 WE MISS YOU??????????

#the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #star wars #the mandalorian meta #meta #(I'm trying to label my meta more specifically these days b/c the general meta tag is a MESS on my blog lol) #mmmmmmmm feels good to break out the overanalysis goggles again it's time to OVERTHINK SOME SHIT my friends

[gffa]

so i was just thinking about star wars (as you do) and i realized... do the jedi (the survivors, that is) and in general the people ever actually all find out that the clones like... had no choice with order 66? i know a few jedi learn about it, but like, is it ever made public in the aftermath of the empire's defeat? 5 years after the massacre (while the empire still exists) cal kestis still believes the clones betrayed them. i'm assuming later the resistance learns some of it through rex? hmmm

I DON’T THINK THEY DO.  Some of them learn the truth–Kanan seems to know, we know Ferren Barr knew, Rex and Gregor and Wolffe knew–but it seems like the galaxy in general didn’t.While it’s possible that it may eventually come to light–it would be very easy to slide in somewhere that Luke or Leia told people the truth, along the lines of that’s my headcanon for how everyone knew Palpatine was a Sith Lord by the time of the sequels–we have evidence that the wider galaxy definitely didn’t know.In Force Collector (set sometime close-ish to The Force Awakens), Karr Nuq Sin goes on a journey to discover the truth, which is difficult because most people don’t really even know the Jedi existed as anything significant (if they believe they existed at all) and Palpatine’s propaganda is still in full effect in many places, like when they go talk to the son of a clone who died during the war, he believes everything that Palpatine said about them:

      Karr beamed. Leaving Merokia was already proving helpful. “Then if your dad was a clone trooper, you must know about the Jedi,” he prompted.      Sconto’s expression fell. A blank look replaced his wide smile.      Karr could see Maize was about to laugh, thinking she had found someone who shared her disbelief, until she noticed that all the good humor had gone out of the room.      “Don’t talk to me about Jedi,” Sconto said, his cheery demeanor taking on a hardened tone.      Karr chided himself for being so carefree about his quest. He forgot that the galaxy was a big place filled with big opinions, and many didn’t line up with his way of thinking. “I’m only asking as a history buff. I’m trying to find—”      But the man cut him off. “My father was killed in those wars. Gone before I ever met him. And I don’t think I need to tell you who I hold responsible?”      “The Jedi,” Arzee said enthusiastically, as if answering a bit of trivia. Karr winced, wishing he had programmed the droid to understand when a question was rhetorical.      “War is an ugly thing,” Sconto continued. “Both sides think they’re right, and many lives are lost because of it. You can’t argue with fighting for what you believe in, but…” He paused as if he was tempering his anger again. “Betrayal,” he bellowed. “To turn on your fellow soldiers in arms, to cheat and strike like cowards! That’s just…” He searched for the worst word he could think of.  “Disgraceful.” Then he spit on the ground as if the word wasn’t enough.      Everyone was a little dumbstruck, but Maize couldn’t help breaking the silence.      “The Jedi really existed?”      “Absolutely,” he said with bitterness. “There were tons of them. But now they’re all gone. Of course, their legend has grown beyond their power by now. It happens that way sometimes, with heroes and villains alike. The truth is never as simple as it seems, in history books or anyplace else. The Jedi were a bunch of power-hungry renegades, a few of whom might have had some sort of abilities.” He waved a hand dismissively. “But at the end of the day, they were violent traitors, and the clones were right to put them down.”

He thinks that the Jedi were the ones to turn on the clones, that they were the traitors, and the clones chose to put them down.  (Which is really painful because he’s actually describing much closer to what happened to the Jedi, that Palpatine forced the clones to cheat and strike at their backs like a coward, never even realizing that the clones weren’t given any choice in this.)Karr’s great-grandfather (a Jedi who left when he was a Padawan) also believed the propaganda about them and it was up to Karr to have to tell him the truth (who had discovered it through his psychometric abilities) and he was devastated to learn about it.  That’s how deeply Palpatine’s propaganda was sold across the galaxy.

      RZ-7 agreed, as gently as he could. “Sir, you took such noble measures to protect your family—and those measures were successful. But there was no need to turn your back on the Jedi. They never turned their back on the Republic. Or you.”      Naq Med sank slowly to the floor. His grip on the can he used for a cup loosened, and it fell—spilling its contents across the rug. “But if that’s true, it was all for nothing. The Grand Inquisitor…?” he asked of anyone who might answer. Karr said, “A pawn of the Emperor. He turned on his own kind.” He paused. In the back of his head, an idea gelled. He spoke slowly, putting the words in order as they occurred to him. “The dark side won. The bad guys won so completely that when they were finished…there was nobody left to remember the good guys. No one to tell their side of the story. No one to collect their history and write it down—not once the Temple was gone. They say history is written by the winners, but it should be written by those who remember. Those who care about the facts.”      The old man settled in a loose cross-legged position, his arms at his sides, his hands lying limply in his lap. “It was all a lie. My whole life, everything I lost…”

(It doesn’t help that the Empire erased anything that talked about the Jedi or the Force, so there was nothing to contradict their story.)Ultimately, there is hope, though.  The Force seems to have chosen Karr specifically to show him what really happened, how the Jedi were betrayed and that they had never turned their backs on the Republic, that his role isn’t to become a Jedi himself, but to tell their story, the real story of their courage and bravery.And that seems to be reflected in Star Wars Propaganda where an author writes an entire book on how one conflict led into the next and while the Jedi are a small part of that book, as well as it doesn’t directly focus on Order 66 much or anything, it does show that the Jedi weren’t part of the corruption eating away at the Republic, that their problem was one of being really shit at PR more than anything.So someday the galaxy should know the truth.  There’s hope out there!  But it’s going to take awhile because the Empire was really, really thorough in scrubbing out the actual truth and replacing it with their own narrative.But glimmers exist.  The crew in Alphabet Squadron discover a Jedi Temple and realize there may be more to them than the Empire said.  Savi from Black Spire knew the Jedi were good and did much to protect the galaxy.  In-universe stories from Myths & Fables survive.  Poe Dameron speaks incredibly warmly about the Jedi and their traditions in the Poe Dameron comics.  Maz Kanata knew them and she liked them.The truth may not be widespread, but it’s not dead in the GFFA and one day I’m sure the whole galaxy will know it again.But in the meantime, it’s heartbreaking that nobody knew for so very long.  Nobody knew the Jedi bled and died for the Republic, for the clones, for the citizens.  Nobody knew that the clones were victims of the system, were treated like disposable cannon fodder, that they weren’t given much of anything once the war was over, that the best they could hope for was, yeah, I guess you’re a person now, and if you want, you can work for the Empire to train Stormtroopers, with the few days you have left because of your rapid aging.  Nobody knew what those chips in their heads did to them.  Nobody knew the trauma and guilt and horror they had to live with having shot their Jedi in the backs.  Nobody knew any of this for a long, long time and some details will probably always be lost to history.

#jedi order #clones #meta #novels #Anonymous

[dear--charlie]

Dear Charlie,

10.01.2020 / Thursday / 1:08 AM     My dad and I have an estranged relationship. He lost a good portion of his hearing a while back in his right ear. He has always been the type of person to tell jokes that are cruel, or make fun of things that people enjoy, and can kind of act like a huge jerk. With the hearing loss, I think he feels insecure and uncomfortable at not being able to hear everything people can tell him. So, he says very loud, rambling diatribes; even at three year old girl’s birthday parties. When we are together and he asks me what’s new, here is what I never tell him … * I may be a lesbian. Would you still love me even out of obligation? * My brother is a brat, and has no true direction. Are you going to help him? * I’m glad you liked Nic. I wonder if he is what you expected. He’s a lot like you. Except he actually tells jokes that people find funny. * I’m never a big fan of you or mom talking bad about each other. * I love you.. even when you hurt my feelings. * Mom told me once that a long time ago, you really cared about her, and showered us with love. What happened that you don’t show that to people period? * I don’t like being so overweight, but thank you for your advice. * When you remark on how much I loved singing as a kid (and still do) I feel very close to you, if even for an instant. * When I reach out to you, and you ignore my attempts.. It really really hurts. * Sometimes I wish you enjoyed reading as much as I do. Maybe we would connect more. * When I was living with you and Maria during eighth grade, I cried myself to sleep every night. Did you know? * When Uncle Robert died, my heart broke, and when you began shoving me away with your words, it broke again. And, I’m getting tired of patching it up. * I found a picture of you and mom married a long time ago; surrounded by both your and mom’s families. I keep it away in a box and look at it now and then. I’m very sorry you two weren’t good matches for each other. * Whenever Father’s Day rolls around I consider calling you. Also for your birthday. And when I do reach out, you never answer. I’m sorry I hurt you as much as you hurt me. * With grandma being dead, I feel like I’ve lost the only person in our family who genuinely loved every part of me. * I’m saving money to go back to school for linguistics with a focus in forensics. It can pay very well, but I’m mainly excited to be learning again. * Doing all of the little things with you; laundry, paying bills, going on jobs with you, they weren’t glamorous, but I loved spending time with you. I wonder if you could ever tell.     I’ve only really wanted one thing for Christmas these past few years. A friend. And, I have a best friend. And general friends. I kind of wish I could clone myself and talk to me. I crave the love of someone who has known me for forever. Kind of silly.     I’m sorry I dumped my sadness on to you, Charlie. Love, Mary

#dear charlie #Mary

[oddlyunadventurous]

BOOK REPORT 2020

I’ve always been a sparse reader but 2018 and 19 had me accelerate my reading habits to the point that I think I’ve read the most books this year that I ever had. I suppose I’ll count them all here, just to make sure!! I said something or other about the Moomin books at the end of last year’s Inkt*b*r so, this being the month of traditions, let’s make a new one by tallying up my literary “yays” and “nays” at the end of the season.

Video game text boxes don’t count, online publication articles don’t count, psych/aesthetic papers and 1000 page biosemiotic textbooks don’t count, but they have sure pursued me in my sleep during the year as well. This list is really mostly for my benefit (and no I won’t get a Goodreads account tyvm), so under the cut you’ll find a list of titles in roughly the order I read them, along with short notes. I’ve done longer reviews of these books elsewhere and I need not bore you with them here. 

K. Stanislavski - An Actor Prepares (1936) I started reading this book in 2012, then dropped it because I couldn’t understand it at the time. Kostya attends acting school and gets lessons from The Director. He learns to sleep like his cat.

K. Stanislavski - Building a Character (1949) Supposed to have been published along the first one in a single volume. Kostya continues his lessons. A lot of thoughts on walking, gaits, eloquent speech, phrasing, etc. Both these books are wonderful looks into the author’s artistic life. It’s very heartfelt and down to earth, considering it’s quasi-fiction made to edutain. Very inspiring.

M. Polanyi - The Tacit Dimension (1966)  A book on the origin of knowledge, the integrated performance of skills, the emergence of life and other phenomena in the universe, marginal control between levels of reality, the moral death of the communist regime caused by the unbridled lucidity of the Enlightenment, the responsibilities of science, and thoughts about open societies of the future. This is one of the two shortest books I’ve read in the list, it covers all of this under 130 pages and manages to do it well.

B. Rainov - Eros and Thanatos (1971) A communist propaganda book attacking western mass media and escapist culture. It gets no points for being correct, as the author mostly swiped the truths from french philosophers. Very variable in its intellectual prowess, almost as if it picks its arguments in order to push an agenda. Informative but also infuriating. Also expectedly homophobic.

J. Hoffmeyer - Signs of Meaning in the Universe (1997) A somewhat pop-sciency book about biosemiotics. Forgettable but also humbly written and explicative.

A. Noë - Varieties of Presence (2012) An unimpressive book about sensory perception. Noë’s theory on sensorimotor action is worth considering but the book is poorly edited and mostly spent arguing with peers.

E. Fudge - Quick Cattle & Dying Wishes (2018) A look into a registry of last wills and testaments from the period 1630 - 1650 in Essex. The book is about early modern people’s relationship to their animals and what they meant to them in life, as well as in death. Fudge’s argumentation is sharp and her style is modern. Being a scholarly book it is really overwhelming with the footnotes sometimes, but otherwise satisfying. One gets beautiful glimpses of family relationships, thoughts and feelings that people now dead for 400 years once held.

G. Márquez - One Hundred Years of Solitude (1967) The Buendia family get all their sons killed. The Banana Company sucks. People love each other. A lot happens, generally. It is a hundred years, after all. The upper class sucks.

K. Polanyi - The Great Transformation (1944) The Industrial Revolution sucked. England sucks. It reduced all its workers to subhuman wretches. Every single decision made after the empiricists made labour and land fictional commodities has been a band-aid to the essential contradiction that the market economy wants to annihilate its human host. Laissez-faire sucks. It caused WW1. Fuck everything. Fun book.

R. Coyne - Peirce of Architects (2019) Talks about architecture and the ideas of logician/father of pragmatism Charles Sanders Peirce (1839-1914). Informative about both. Brisk and not very in-depth, but to its benefit rather than its detriment.

R. Williams - Culture and Society (1958) A survey of the 18th and 19th century England, and the emergence of the concept of “culture” as defence against the horrors that the Industrial Revolution inflicted upon society. Consists of some two dozen outlines of contributors to the romanticist tradition, from Adam Smith, through Ruskin, to Orwell, their beliefs, contributions and literary works. Very eloquent and interesting.

E. Fudge -  Brutal Reasoning (2006) A fantastic book about much: early modern views of the difference between a human and an animal, the Christian discourse of reason, the logical fallacies that lead to its implosion, the advantageous use of dehumanisation by imperialists in other to genocide natives, Montague and Shakespeare, and the ethical hell of animal murder that led Descartes to deem animals as machines so as to allow his buddies to perform live vivisections on dogs without feeling guilty about it (this is the real reason, don’t let anybody tell you otherwise). There is even space for an entire chapter about an intelligent horse who could tell a virgin from a whore and learned Latin at Oxford. This is my favorite book I read this year, so it gets an extra long review.

R. Williams - The Long Revolution (1961) A sequel to Culture and Society that’s worse. The start and end are brilliant but the middle sags. It contains some historical reviews of English cultural elements, like the newspaper industry, the Standard English vernacular and the realist novel of the 19th century, but honestly if the book was just about about the creative state (intro) and Marxism (outro) it would’ve been fine, if not better.

P. Klee - The Thinking Eye (1956 & 1964) Bauhaus boy in 1920s Germany! Love you Klee, xoxo. You really have to read his thoughts to understand his work imho. You can appreciate it just fine on the surface level, but his completely eccentric (though very self-consistently logical and sharp) views on art creation open a new outlook into his primitive approach.

F D.K. Ching - Architecture: Form, Space & Order (1979)  A staple book for architecture students. Or so I hear. Steeped in gestalt psychology. Very good, though not necessarily stuff I don’t know already. Very nice looking pencil illustrations, Ching looks to be an accomplished technical draughtsman.

H. Wölfflin - Principles of Art History (1915) A strong contender for second place in the tier list. The book examines the transition between Classical to Baroque in Italy and Germany (and all the Germany clones, like the Netherlands). It is a systematic, precise aesthetic treatise that reveals much by conceptualizing and grouping characteristic art features in which the two styles differ, then explaining their bearing on their decorative content as well as the outlook on life that they embody. Lovely.

M. Porter -  Windows of the Soul: The Art of Physiognomy in European Culture 1470-1780 (2005) A historiographical treatise about early modern views on physiognomy. The book deals mainly with the extant literature on the subject and tries to gleam what it could mean for the customs at the time - palmistry reading, occultism, persecution of the “gypsies” and the Christian scientific project of attaining meaning. Macro- and microcosms, as above so below, hermeticism, that sort of stuff. It’s an interesting read but it’s too long, the quality of writing varies greatly from chapter to chapter, and it is far too expensive. Wouldn’t recommend it.

S. C.Figueiredo -  Inventing Comics: A New Translation of Rodolphe Töpffer's Reflections on Graphic Storytelling, Media Rhetorics, & Aesthetic Practice (2017) This is the shortest book I read, mainly translating Töpffer’s 1845 "Essay on Physiognomy" along with giving his biography and some other paraphernalia. It’s not worth the price for the content contained within, but  Töpffer is the father of the modern comic book, so I thought I’d learn what his philosophy was. On that front, at least, very interesting! If only I knew French I’d save myself the trouble and read the original, which is now public domain.

D. Bayles - Art & Fear (1985) A useless self-help book. Not entirely bullshit but completely banal from all angles. Shouldn’t even be on this list but I did read it, so...

I. Allende - The House of the Spirits (1982) A child rapist gets a redemption arc. Well, kind of. All women are queens. Men are awful. The poor are wretches and it’s their fault. Oh no, the communists are going to take our land! Pinochet’s concentration camps sucked. Overall a better magical realism book than 100 Years of Solitude, to be honest. Very well written characters.

R. Arnheim -To the Rescue of Art: Twenty-Six Essays (1992) What it says on the tin. Wide range of subjects, from art appreciation, to schizophrenic and autistic child art, to gestalt psychology, to philosophy of science, to Picasso’s Guernica and the fate of abstract art, to reflections on the 20th century and the writer’s life in pre-nazi Germany and America. I love Arnheim, I’ve read many of his books and I’m glad I picked this one up.

R. Arnheim - Film as Art (1957) A book about cinematography, one of his earliest, actually, mostly a personal translation from an original German book he published in 1933. Somewhat outdated, but foundational. Not as informative to me but I don’t regret reading it.

G. E. Lessing - Laocoon; or, On the Limits of Painting and Poetry (1766) A book by a greekaboo about a fucking dumb poem and a statue of a naked dad and his two sons getting fucked by snakes. It’s misogynistic and authoritarian in several places, and altogether awfully full of itself. 100 pages of interesting observations stretched over 400 pages of boring Greco-Roman literary discourse.

L. Tolstoy - Childhood, Boyhood, Youth (1852, 1854, 1856) One story serialized in a magazine then later collated in three separate books. Aristocrat boy grows up in pre-revolution Russia. A very, very relatable coming-of-age story. Tolstoy is a lovely writer.

F. Dostoevsky - Poor Folk (1846) An epistolary novel consisting of letters between literally Dobby from Harry Potter and his maybe-niece, whom he wants to fuck. Starts bad, gets better by the end. A bit rough and tumble for Dostoevsky’s first, so I forgive him for wasting my time a little bit. A decent character study of the middle/lower classes, at least.

L. Tolstoy - Family Happiness (1859) An amazing romance novel for the skill employed in writing it. It is very short yet delivers so much emotion. Rather simple narrative at its core, but executed with such bravado one cannot help but be impressed.

F. Dostoevsky - The Double (1846) In which the Author starts swinging. A pathetic, neurodivergent old man gets used and abused by the people around him and nobody cares. Satirical and biting, better than his first.

A. Lindgren - Pippi Longstocking (1945) I last read this when I was 6 years old so I thought I’d refresh my memory. I remember disliking the book then and I can see why. Pippi’s kind of an asshole. Still very enjoyable to read. I know it’s meant for a younger audience’s reading level yet I cannot help comparing it with Tove Jansson’s books and how much better the prose in there is. Sorry.

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I think that about rounds them up! That’s about 30 books, give or take. For next year I’m hoping to:

Finish Tolstoy’s and Dostoevsky’s bibliographies

Read more econ and marxist writing (low personal priority but i have to, in THIS economy *rolls eyes*)

Finish the Tintin and Moomin comics, as well as Jhonen Vasquez’s collection of edgy humor

Read more about botany and biology in general

Get started on Faulkner’s and William Golding’s bibliographies

Read more children’s books

Search for more Latin American fiction from the Boom

Read more psych/aesthetics/pedagogy literature, which seems to have become my main area of interest

Thanks for sticking till the end of the list, hope you’ve learned something and maybe you’ll pick one of these up if it took your interest. I don’t have to be a philistine just because I’m drawing video game fanart! Bye now!

#books #book report #reading #2020 #blogging #i'm busy reading i'll go back to drawing in a bit #not art

[ruffylorpship]

Mindshare AU

Zim’s Pak gets thrown away moments after he gets plugged in, being a defective right out the gate for not activating the body right away. The tiny smeet body is burned and the Pak thrown out into space, labeling it an empty shell and scheduled to self destruct, not realizing the self destruct would not activate with a mind operational inside it. After being tossed out like garbage it actually ends up on earth and gets picked up by Professor Membrane, who happens to be in the process of trying to keep his recent cloning experiment alive. It had lived to two years old before starting to show signs of cellular decay that all clones went through. He decided he was going to pull the plug on the Dib program and start over to spare his son a painful death, but miraculously the machine violently buried itself into the clones back. Cells repaired themselves and the child got healthier. The professor decided to leave the device on his back alone in case it murders him along with the other scientists that tried to analyze it.

So Dib grows up and the professor uses the improved cell blueprint to also create Gaz, but there are complicated situations that arise. His son seems of have gone insane, constantly yelling and arguing with himself. He seemed to have reading and writing problems on certain days, instead drawing gibberish and alternating between strange hisses and clicks. One time he caught his son in the lab trying to create some massive weapon of destruction only to start rolling around on the floor clutching his head before locking himself in a closet. The professor is sure he’ll grow out of it.

Dib hates his life. Ever since he could remember he’s had a voice in his head. Along with having to be hooked up with some strange life support his father invented (that couldn’t come off or else his cellular decay would start up again and kill him) he also had to deal with a screeching maniac in his brain who was dead set on conquering Earth for the “Empire”. The counselors and therapists told Dib it was just a chemical imbalance while he thought the voice came from his desire to rid the earth of all the stupid people in his life that bullied him. Despite having to deal with a destructive personality he also wants to study the paranormal world instead of working on standard science. Thankfully as the years dragged on the voice mellowed out. They came to some agreement that ended up working out in both their favor. Not only did they create a robot together from some of his dad’s old junk, they also made a few deals to keep the peace (a week of the Voice’s favorite snacks in exchange of teaching Dib to read and write a made-up language it knew) Funny enough, sometimes Dib feels like the voice was really not his own. In that fantasy, he even imagines giving the voice a hug because of the sadness he can sometimes hear. Their friendship is minimal, and their rivalry is big, but they somehow work.

Zim knows his name, he knows his objective. He knows he’s an irken who somehow is attached to a host that someknow kept it’s own mind. The body he’s latched onto is primitive, insignificant, and weak. The only thing that fights Zim is the mind. It’s somehow fun to banter with the other creature despite his captivity. Zim won’t admit it out loud, but he doesn’t mind the time he spends with the Dib human.

Food is revolting (but it’s not all bad, especially the sweet sugary kind). The atmosphere is filled with pollution to the point it would of made him and the host sick ages ago (but the trips they take to hunt in the woods for the fake creature Bigfoot [hey! Bigfoot is real and I’ll show everyone! Especially you, strange voice in my head!] and stay up at night to watch the stars). His superior and advanced mind is being wasted in this learning establishment for Smeets called Skool (but collaborating with the Dib human to take down their opponents feels just as fun as conquering planets). He can manipulate the human like a puppet if he wishes to do unspeakable acts of evil (over the years he decided fighting the human and hurting him wasn’t worth it. The only time he really can have full control is at night, and he mostly cleans the room and makes sure the homework is finished when Dib gets too tired).

With this time and freedom away from his species, Zim wonders if the seventeen years in a human mind has affected him in any terrible ways. He wonders if one day he would be able to finally see Dib through his own eyes. If the human would still want to be with him if he got an irken body. What would he do if he found out the enemy and friend he’s been with ever since his activation would turn on him for being an alien? He shouldn’t care, he was born to be an irken invader after all. Maybe the human would join him and be his slave (partner) when they can see eachother face to face. In order to figure that out Zim devised a plan. On the human’s eighteenth birthday he planned a celebration the human would never forget, as well as a gift that was long overdue.

Zim was going to tell Dib everything he knew. Nothing would go wrong at all with his ingenious plan!

#zadr #zadf #dib #zim #invader zim #iz au #mindshare au #growing up #sort of #whoops i wrote almost the whole thing #i thought it would be a fun idea though

[dirt-cup-draco]

Loxi X Reader - You’re Worth the Trouble (3/?)

Part 2

Previously:

“Believe me, I understand, but now isn’t the time to have a freak out,” There was some urgency to her voice and you realized that the air around you had become charged, red wisps floating across your skin in gentle waves that held back a storm. You shut your eyes tight and tried to ease the sense of danger and fear that had seeped into your mind.

You grabbed Jane’s arm and let her steady warmth relax you. Your head stopped reeling and the world didn’t seem to be crushing you anymore so you squared your shoulders and took a deep breath.

“Alright, sorry, I’m fine now, lets go” You spoke, not feeling fine at all.

You found yourself with your back flat on a table, several women surrounding you. The one who seemed in charge had a pinched face and a steely gaze. The only time it broke was when Jane went into some geeky detail about how she had a scientific understanding of the false clone of yourself that hovered over you. You didn’t understand at all and honestly you were sort of scared but apparently this was just a normal thing for them and they worked efficiently. Thor looked anxious to know what they were finding and you shared his impatience. 

“How much longer?” You said, the hard table making your spine ache and the stress making your temples pulse with threat of a headache. You really hadn’t been having a good two days and you just wanted them to declare that you were fine and nothing was actually wrong and you could go back home and just go about your life doing what you did. 

Your answer never came. Instead a commotion started as an older man with a hardened face and chilling eyes stormed in, guards flanking him as he made his grand entrance. His booming voice addressed Thor and everyone else had fallen quiet. Jane was staring and you certainly were too. The man was old but had no sense of frailty about him. He struck a certain amount of fear into you. Thor had Jane positioned slightly behind him yet the man came straight away to your side. “How dare you bring not one, but two humans into Asgard, and for what?”

The women- Asgardians? Nurses?- whatever, had the sense to disperse.You wish you could do the same.

He was most obviously displeased. “Father-” Thor began but was cut off. This was Thor’s dad? You’d never thought you’d see an Avenger look like a scolded child. You supposed that he was. Your heart was pounding uncomfortable as the god continued his path. However he paused and nodded his heads toward you, “Guards,” He said simply. Nothing more was needed. They knew what they needed to do. But you didn’t know what they needed to do. 

Your anxiety spiked and you could tell that your body was reacting because Jane’s mouth was open, like she wanted to warn them but you saw Thor’s hand come down, gripping her wrist and she stayed quiet. Why weren’t they going to help? Was Thor going to just let them take you? When one unfortunate guard reached out to tug at your wrist he was blown away in a shock of scarlet mist. 

Everything paused, even Thor’s old man.

The avenger found his voice then and you were glad. “There is something within her, something I have never seen before.” But Thor’s dad seemed like he’d seen a ghost. It was strange to think of this man as a dad. He was godly, untouchable, frightening. Yet he had children, he’d raised that hero. But you didn’t know his name so you supposed dad would suffice. “Sir” sounded wrong. 

“Mister-Thor’s dad-sir-” You stumbled. Oh yeah, that was elegant. “I just want whatever this is gone, and then I’ll be gone too, out of you and your son’s hair,” Maybe you could just convince him to help if not for your sake then for his own. 

In one swift moment his hand was clutching your wrist and he was studying you intently. You tried to keep your breathing even. You weren’t frightened, you weren’t freaking out, please don’t flip a god against a wall, then you’ll really be fucked. You reasoned. You had to stay calm. His calloused fingertips danced over your forearm and your veins seemed to glow with that same swirling energy that burst from you when you were in distress. The god looked nervous for the first time since hed entered the room. 

“Son, let me take care of this,” He muttered, eyes still attached to the skin of your arm even as the glow faded. 

“Father-” 

“She will be taken care of and then returned to her home,” 

Thor seemed pleased with that, yet apprehensive. If he had trouble trusting his own father, should you? He did say you’d be returned home. That’s all you wanted. Thor’s dad dismissed Jane and her godly boy toy, they would be dealt with later was the underlying tone behind his dismissal. For now, you were the one who had to be dealt with. You sat up on the cold table and you kept your eyes locked on the old guy. 

“Mister-” 

“I am no mister. I am Odin, the Allfather,” Fine. Odin then. “You don’t need to say anything human, follow me.” He ordered. 

You stood and trailed after him, his guards creating a barrier around you. To protect you from wandering eyes or to protect others from you, you wondered. 

Odin’s steps were sure and fast and you nearly had trouble keeping up. You weren’t quite as athletic as the nearly indestructible gods, but you’d try not to be too critical of yourself in comparison. It seemed like he went on and on for ages, down long, golden halls. Columns spiraled up the heavens. Everything was richly decorated. And them you came to a wide set of stairs that descended down, down, down. They were made of some sort of stone. Nearly like marble, but dark and less polished. The further you went down the less ornate everything became. 

You peaked behind you and you were nearly certain more guards had joined behind you. Odin hadn’t glanced back once. You followed however. This was your chance to be rid of this nightmare.You’d be home in no time, this would just be a few crazy days in your otherwise long existence. A heavy set of doors swung open and you were startled by the sudden roar of voices. You’d heard nothing but your own footsteps matched with the guards and Odin and now as the doors were pushed open there was a cacophony of hollers and curses. You were positive you heard some snarling. You paused but found a guard at your back, shoving you forward. 

Your eyes shifted wildly, it was like a wide hall that went for as far as you could see and more. To the left and right were what appeared to be glass rooms. They were empty, except for the strange people you could see in your immediate surroundings. Possibly more gods? Maybe just Asgardians. But they were separate from everything for a reason. These weren’t rooms. They were cells. And you were being steered right towards one. You dug your heels into the floor and your heart rate spiked. “W-wait! What about helping me!?” You questioned as you shoved against the guards. In a flash of red they were thrown from you and you were spinning around to face Odin. 

“Please! I don’t want to hurt anyone, just help me and I’ll be gone forever!” You begged. Another wave of guards approached and you shook your head, hands quivering as you took a step back. You didn’t want to hurt anybody. Yet in another burst those coming towards you were flung and with a sickening smack against a stone column you saw one guard fall in a crumpled heap. He didn’t move. You felt sick. Squeezing your eyes shut you tried to keep the tears at bay. 

“I don’t want to hurt anyone...” You muttered again as you shrank against the third wave of guards. Why couldn’t they just stop? The hollering of inmates grew louder at the commotion and they watched with sick amusement, jeering at the injured or dead guard. You didn’t know. You weren’t sure you could handle one of the outcomes. You wrapped your arms around you and when a hand connected with your arm, they weren’t blasted away. You were keeping it back. 

With slow, hesitant steps, you let them put you in the cell. A moment later, you were locked between for sturdy walls. You shrank into the corner, your knees brought up to your chest and your face buried in your hands as your shoulders shook with the sobs that wracked your body. You hadn’t meant to do anything wrong, none of this was your fault, why couldn’t they help you? 

Little did you know, a certain god was right next to you and a plan was forming in his mind. It was obvious to him the aether thrummed through your veins. You could be useful. Power like that couldn’t be left to rot in a cell after all, and humans didn’t last very long. Sooner rather then later you would both be free and he’d use you to exact his revenge and escape from Odin completely. 

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I HAVE SEEN THE WAR OF THE STARS

This was a very different Star Wars movie in the best ways possible. Whether you loved it or hated it, this movie would not have been possible without SW:TLJ, full stop. Personally, I liked this movie a lot. SW:ROTS is my favorite just because it’s a) the movie that got me to like Star Wars and b) Anakin, so nothing really compares to that for me but. I think I can largely attribute what I did like about this movie to how much it reminded me of story arcs in Clone Wars or Rebels (namely Mortis, Malachor, and the World Between Worlds), with the little caveats/side quests and side characters and the focus on arcane Force powers.

What I liked:

Kylo Ren and Rey being collective badasses on two opposite spectrums of the Force. You really get the sense that as things continue to become unbalanced, the more and more their powers grow. This movie is truly a love letter to fans of both Rey and Kylo Ren, because they both have largely satisfying developments (in their powers and their character growth). I’ve never hated Kylo Ren like a lot of people do. I like his character, I think he’s - at least - cool. This movie really showcased how formidable he was right off the bat-- from Title Scroll to opening scene. And if this movie showed how powerful he was, it REALLY doubled down on how strong Rey is. More on this throughout this ramble post.

Holy Sith lore, Batman.

Rey’s training sequence was everything Luke’s training sequence in SW:TESB should have been (limited ofc by film techniques of its time); I thoroughly enjoyed it. I know a lot of people are complaining about it, since she adamantly chose not to walk the path of a Jedi, but I liked that Leia got to be her Jedi Master.

Even though it was in the trailer, Rey flipping over the Kylo’s ship and slicing the wing off with her lightsaber was rad af.

Also followed by another rad af moment of her Force pulling the ship, like damn girl.

My face when Rey used Sith lightning was one of genuine shock like holy shit. This is also when I knew the “Force bloodline” twist ahead of time. It allowed me to become (mostly) okay with it. But damn, even Kylo Ren is like “...fuck”.

AUDIBLE SIGH OF RELIEF THAT CHEWIE DIDN’T DIE. Actual personification of that one bear vine.

Former spice-runner Poe is...sexy. What a concept.

Kijimi planet sequence was really cool. It also hammered home the entire space nazi motif in a very in-your-face way, which I appreciated because I feel like people try to rationalize the Empire and First Order as not being that, when that’s literally what they are. It also introduced Zorii Bliss, who I really enjoyed.

I really liked the style of the Force bond/Force Dyad moments in this movie. We got a good handful of them in TLJ and they were cool (and confirmed to not just be Snoke causing them with that movie’s end scene), but these were better. Just the way the scenes transition and the tangible objects being transferred between them.

Her parentage reveal, the mirror of the “join me” scene from TLJ [chef’s kiss] *

General Hux being the spy really reminded me of Alexsandr Kallus being Fulcrum in SW:Rebels, except Kallus was hotter and had less petty reasons for betraying the Empire.

The space horse...tusk...creatures. I love them.

Rey and Kylo Ren’s fight on the Death Star wreckage. Finally, at long last, we get to see some prequels level Jedi flips and jumps. FINALLY!

Leia’s last sacrifice c’:

Rey striking down Kylo Ren, healing him, telling him that she had wanted to take his hand when he offered, but she’d wanted to take Ben’s hand. So perfect.

Ben and Han’s mirrored scene from the bridge scene in TFA with Kylo and Han, line for line, with the right choice made this time. Just the combined effort of his father’s memory and his mother’s sacrifice having him throw his lightsaber into the ocean, killing Kylo Ren and becoming Ben Solo once more. So emotionally satisfying. **

Also: “Dad...” “I know.” very nice callback to TESB.

Force Ghost!Luke c’: catching that lightsaber as Rey goes to throw it into the flames; nice resolution to Luke’s arc from TLJ.

LUKE AND LEIA TRAINING SCENE FLASHBACK!!

Kylo Ren’s redemption/turn to the light was something that I thought I would hate, but I actually thought it was the one consistent character arc in the sequel films. I actually enjoyed it a lot, like everything about him turning to the light was handled well and you can track its path through the entire sequel trilogy. Don’t @ me.

Ben doing the classic Han Solo No Look Shot-- with Lando’s blaster (how did he get that?)

Ben absolutely butchering the Knights of Ren wearing the space equivalent of a sweater and jeans. Just the epitome of chaotic Skywalker/Solo energy. Iconic.

Enjoyed Ben’s little shrug of “finally” when Rey used their Force bond to transfer him one of the lightsabers to use. Was sitting there watching him fight like, get this man a lightsaber.

Also, regarding that moment, just the pause within their Force bond, actually, truly seeing each other.

All the voices of the Jedi. Chills. I heard Luke, Obi-Wan, Yoda, Windu, Kanan, Anakin. Ahsoka. ***

Rey’s sacrifice. Ben’s sacrifice. For a moment, I thought they were going to kill both of them and Palpatine (which I would have hated and appreciated at once; zero it out, bring balance to the Force via a flatline), or leave Rey dead and Ben alive to be haunted by his own deeds and demons. It was a surprise that Ben could use Force healing in the way Rey displayed earlier in the film, but a good one. Thanos vc: a soul for a soul.

“Ben” c’: such a bittersweet moment of acknowledgement and redemption tbh. ****

Rey burying Luke (Anakin’s) and Leia’s sabers on Tatooine c’: *****

Rey’s yellow lightsaber made from her staff. I wonder if it’s double-bladed (I bet it is).

I had a feeling one way or another that by the end of the movie Rey would be taking the Skywalker name for herself. I’m sure this made a lot of people angry. I’m not one of them.

What I didn’t like:

Not much tbh!

The Reylo kiss I guess, since it felt shoehorned in since they were both enemies 12 hours prior (if that). It would have felt more natural if it had just been a brief embrace or (as a friend suggested) a forehead touch. I’m totally okay with Rey and Ben having this strong connection through the Force, but no matter where you stand on the idea of those characters being romantically involved, you have to admit that they just weren’t there yet to have that kiss. ******

Conflicted that the Skywalker bloodline is gone. Like, trust me, I know the point - or one of the major ones - of this film is that blood doesn’t dictate choices/blood isn’t important, but like...I really love the Skywalkers, okay?

Palpatine being alive in this pretty much invalidates Anakin’s journey in the first six episodes, which sucks because in this house we love and appreciate Anakin Skywalker. You get a sense that Palpatine’s return was definitely never the end goal for this trilogy. It doesn’t feel planned because it’s never explained how he’s back, how he survived. We’re left to assume that it’s Sith power sustaining him. We never find out how Palpatine (who’s basically a zombie, I mean, look at him) managed to create a massive fleet of Star Destroyers capable of destroying planets. That’s just how it is, deal with it.

Asterisks/Questions Unanswered/Misc.:

* Still can’t believe Rey Palpatine fan theories DID THAT. Press F to pay respects to my Rey Kenobi theories (which would have made more sense with a Force bond but WHATEVER).

** This is where I would have wanted Anakin’s Force Ghost moment to be, especially since Kylo Ren idolized the ideal of Vader for so long, I felt it would have been a nice touch to have Anakin step in here, while across the galaxy Rey is being reached out to by Luke. Ultimately though, I think Han worked best.

*** Look, I know Ahsoka’s voice was in the past Jedi/Force Ghost moment, but like...my girl ain’t dead. Togruta live for over 200+ years, plus she was resurrected with the power of The Daughter. She just Force Skyped in to give Rey an inspirational line. Also Ahsoka is...not a Jedi, so ? interesting.

On that note, the above scene also reminds me 100% of Ezra’s moment in The World Between Worlds.

**** Really wish redemption didn’t always have to mean death, but I also understand that just like in ROTJ with Vader, there was a slim-to-none chance of a future for Ben after doing everything he’d done. But I also think death is...an easy out, when you don’t want to think about how a character can continue to atone for their deeds. I would have liked to see Ben live.

***** As for burying Luke and Leia’s sabers in the sands of Tatooine, Luke never associated himself with Anakin’s saber, so she buried Anakin’s saber in a place he hated and associated with so much pain and loss.

****** Reylo has never really been a ship I sailed, though I’ve never expressly hated it (there are certainly far more uncomfortable scenes with Anakin and Padma in AOTC than there have been between Rey and Kylo Ren in the sequel films), but if one of them is going to die, don’t have them kiss. If you’re going to have them kiss, let them live.

Finn never really did get to tell Rey what he wanted to tell her, huh? I joke. I think it’s obvious by the final act of the movie that he wanted to tell her that he could feel the Force, that he’s Force sensitive. This was hinted at in TFA during several beats (especially when he fights Kylo Ren-- anyone can use a lightsaber, but it’s kinda curious that he could hold his own for a bit).

This movie radiates a bi energy in ways I can’t describe. All the stuff with Poe being real concerned about what Finn wanted to tell Rey when he thought they were going to die? Poe and Zorii? Finn and Jannah? Poe and Rey? Really can’t believe they cut away before Finn and Poe kissed in the end celebration scene.

Ben Solo > Kylo Ren

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[lighterandpaper]

If You Want to Go Quickly, Go Alone

Photo by @sashafreemind

In her bedroom, Queen Laurie pretends to sleep. King George enters. “You awake?” 

She doesn’t answer. 

George sighs. “I can tell you’re awake. You’re never that still when you’re sleeping.” He removes his shoes, worn down from the decades, waiting for the technology to replace them. 

“I’m tired, George.” 

“You’re always tired. That creature is taking you over.” 

“It’s what you wanted.” She’s still facing the dried mud wall, now picking at a piece of grass in it. 

“I want protection for the new world we’re creating. Does that mean I can’t also enjoy my wife?” 

Laurie stifles a shudder. “I’m trying to sleep.” 

“Goddammit!” He kicks over the wooden table that Fal made for them. As an answer, to the silence that follows, a rumble. 

George swivels and backs away from the door. “You wouldn’t use her on me.” 

“It’s not me,” Laurie says. She lifts herself up to see Sheila. They look at each other for a long, silent moment. George looks between them, quite left out. Finally, Laurie looks at him. “Something is wrong. Someone is here.” 

“What?” George says. Laurie is getting her clothes on. On her way out, shoes in hand, Sheila behind, she looks seriously at him. “Another Laurie got a reaper.” 

Outside, orange flames of an unusually high bonfire make shadows dance on the uneven walls. The clones are awake, and so are the children. The beautiful daughter of Henry and Laurie, who the queen cannot bear to look at for long, stares at something in the shadows. Queen Laurie becomes more frantic, she finds her son. “Where is she?” Fal does not answer right away. 

“She’s right here,” says a voice, whose form limps out of the shadows. It’s that cloudy-blue-eyed-Laurie-clone that was supposed to be dead. Death looms near her battered body and sunken eyes, but she is alive. Behind her, a young man appears who the Queen has never seen before. He looks so much like Henry, that she immediately knows him to be their son. Her son, genetically. She clutches the angry boy she knows. The Queen cannot help but soften at whom she sees next: Tina. “Tina...” she says. Tears sting her eyes, which fill with guilt just a moment later, when she sees Anna appear from the darkness. 

“I figured it out,” the Laurie says, pulling a crystal from her pocket. 

“You obviously don’t know what you’re dealing with,” the Queen says, her voice lashing with anger that fills her eyes with fiery life. She snaps a finger and the red-eyed Sheila appears from the palace to stand next to her. Fal takes a few fearful steps away. “You should not have come here.” 

McGregor leaps from the shadows and lands next to Laurie with a rumble. Laurie leans against him, breathing heavily from her nose. “I keep hearing that.” 

The Queen looks into the yellow eyes with obvious fondness. “You found him...” 

“He found me. Where is Henry?” 

She snorts. “You think that’s some evidence of your nobleness? They are curious about us, they aren’t moralizing about our motives.” 

“Then make her kill me,” Laurie says. 

The Queen narrows her eyes. “I’d have to have a good reason.” 

“Then tell them the story of what we plan to do,” says George. He appears from the palace, having waited for this moment. He avoids looking at Anna. “And how this clone would destroy it all out of jealousy of an Original.” 

“Where is Henry, George?” Laurie says. 

“Henry had a change of heart, and he is being restrained until he can see the bigger picture.”

Laurie takes a step forward, but Sheila rumbles. “Should you use a crystal?” Jon whispers. “I think it might kill me...” Laurie whispers back. “Don’t worry, we’ll get your father.”

“George...” Anna says. “What is this?” 

“I’m sorry. I hate that you have to find out this way, but I never loved you, and I was too much of a coward to admit it. I wish I would have done the right thing sooner, but now I have; I live my truth and the universe is rewarding me. Join me, Anna, and you will be among the Original royalty of the new world.” 

“Jesus, you’ve lost your mind...” she says. 

“Actually, he’s always been like that,” says Soren. “He’s just got no reason to hide it now, huh, Georgey?” 

The King flexes his jaw and resists the urge to look at Soren. “Small minds,” he says. 

“Please, Anna,” Horatio says. “Join us, and we can build this world together.” He looks at the back of the King’s head. 

Anna pieces it together. “Good God,” Anna says. “Did you promise me to him, George?” George does not answer. “I think I’m going to be sick...” Anna says. 

“I feel like I need a minute to process what the hell is going on...” Tina says. 

“It’s simple,” King George says. “I am building a new world, a world ruled by Originals, worked by clones, and sustained by our children, whose lives will be natural length until Laurie has the infrastructure to make them ageless as well.” 

“That helps me understand, but not in the way you think it does,” Tina says. 

“Mom!” Fate says, emerging from a hut. She runs to Anna, and they hug. “I’m so glad you’re here. Dad’s lost his mind. Why didn’t you tell me I am going to get old? You look mad. What’s going on?” 

“I was just getting caught up on everything,” Anna says. 

“Oh...” Fate says. She surveys the scene. “Well, whatever is going on, I’m with Mom.” She holds Anna’s hand. 

“Fine!” George says. “Whoever be with whoever! We will see whose side everyone is on when I create a new world. Whoever doesn’t believe in me now will believe in me then. You will all eventually kneel at my altar.” He lets that land, seems happy with it. “My Queen! Make this new reaper disappear.” 

“George...” the Queen says. 

“King!” George says. 

Laurie glances around. “King... I, um, I don’t know if she will do it.” 

He whips his gaze to her, and she shrinks. “Tell her our story. That’s what you told me, isn’t it! You show them what you want in a vision, and they help you make it happen? Well, fucking tell her that our future depends on destroying that fucking reaper!” he points to McGregor, who bubbles. Laurie steadies him, recognizing his question. 

“It’s just...” the Queen begins. 

“What!” 

“I need to believe it first...” 

George appears ready to bite her. “I will!” she says. “It’s just, a lot is happening right now, and I feel weird... I don’t know if it will work right now!” George takes a deep breath. “It’s OK,” he says, quieting her with a hand, eyes darting, just for a moment, to the crowd of staring eyes. “What would help you believe it?” 

“I don’t know...” she says. 

“How about the fact that you have believed it perfectly up until this point? Is it because of her?” he points to Anna. “I have no feelings for her. Her being here changes nothing for me, does it for you?” Anna clutches her daughter.

The Queen takes a moment. “I don’t know...” 

Soren takes a step more into the light of the fire. “She sees the writing on the wall, Georg--”

“Don’t fucking call me Georgey!” he says. “I am King George the Original. When this is over, I will make you understand that.” He huffs, a quicker deep breath. “Besides, the writing on the wall is written by my Queen. She decides our fate.” All eyes turn to Laurie. 

“Laurie...” Tina says. 

“Queen!” George barks. 

“Shut up, George,” she says. “Can you hear him? Is this what you want? Is this how you are going to treat yourself?” She gestures to the dirty clones of Laurie, broken eyes. “That’s some Freudian shit, I can’t even begin...” 

The Queen eyes cast down, overwhelmed. “I don’t need you,” she says. 

“Yes!” George says, grabbing her hand. 

“And I don’t need you,” she says, yanking her hand away. “I don’t need any one of you for this. I am the one with the power here. Fal!” she says. Fal stands at attention. “Go get my crystals. Now!” 

“What are you doing, Lou?” George asks. 

“Don’t ever call me that again,” she says. “My mother called me that, and I left her to die alone.” Fal returns with the bag. She pulls out a large crystal.

“That’s a big crystal, Mom...” Fal says.

“I’ve got big plans, son! I left her to die alone with some idiot I barely knew. And then I let myself be dragged to space by some other idiots I barely knew. Now, look at me, following the vision of the biggest idiot I know,” she gestures to George, who shrinks himself, in a rare move. “Well, enough relying on idiots I barely know. My mom always said if you want something done right...” She walks over to Sheila. “Do it yourself.” She plunges the crystal into the back of the reaper’s head. Her eyes roll back in her head, and she drops to her knees, apparently unable to let go of the crystal if she wanted to. Sheila is affected by the connection, but not nearly as much as the Queen, who is drooling. 

After a long moment of total silence, the Queen takes a huge breath and drops to the dirt. “No...” she says. Sheila stands and hovers over her body. The Queen summons everything in her to try to get away. “No!” she says. “Don’t kill me! I can do it alone... I can do it alone! I just need you...” She reaches out a gentle hand to pet the reaper. Sheila snaps the hand in her mouth, no restraint. The Queen screams, arm snapping loudly. Sheila looks back at the crowd, rumbles something that the blue-eyed-Laurie hears as a mild apology, and leaps away into the darkness. The Queen’s screams until she is too far away to be heard. 

Blue-eyed Laurie turns slowly to Jon. “Go get your father...” and she allows herself to faint, as if she’s been waiting to do so for a while. Jon slows her fall, Tina and Anna rush over to help, and Jon rushes to find Henry. 

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[badlydrawndrawnings]

That’s it I QUIT -Third Semester Round Up Edition

With Third Semester Info finally out due to Tim Barry deciding to come back from his power sleep

We got lots of spoilers

And I’m going to be FREE after this post.

No more posting spoilers myself. I’m just gonna enjoy the sweet ride to the new ending and see what people have to say because I accidentally ruined my own sleep schedule and got tired of the chat lol. These are just brief translation that are probably off (all done by translators in the stream btw)

We got endgame spoilers, so go with caution if you want to know them. 

12/24

So Sae is about to send Joker’s ass to jail when 

Surprised Mother F*cker! Goro is alive! It seems Tim Barry’s back tracking did good after all! Joker asks if Goro is real, and Goro is all, “yeah I’m real’. And Goro roughly says he’s going to accept that Shido’s sins are his and he’s going to jail in Joker’s place

It also seems you can’t please all the haters bc they think he’s still better off dead (bruh if he’s dead how you think we even got joker playable in third semester).

12/25

So there’s a Christmas Party, and Morgana comes back in his cat form. It’s pretty much like canon

12/30 and 12/31

Akechi is in jail (for what crimes I don’t know), and because of his testimony against Shido, the woman who Joker saved comes forward (I think). Joker is now free of his false crime. Kasumi is there.

So on the night of the 12/31, Joker has a dream about Shujin. It’s very Persona 1 like. The school is dark and empty. There’s a blue butterly, and Joker follows it around. Voices of the PT members can be heard talking about their wishes

1/1

New animated cutscene with Kasumi. The Gang celebrates the New Year.

By the way, Human!Morgana’s looks isn’t what curse. It’s his voice.

IT’S STILL THE SAME VA AND LEAVES A JARRING AFFECT.

We also get to meet Kasumi’s dad and there’s something off about him

To where she sense it as well

1/2

Wakaba is at LeBlanc eating with Futaba and Human Mona is there.

Surprise Mother F8cker! 

Goro walks in. He takes in his surrounding, and he and Joker speak in private. Turns out Goro suddenly got release from jail for no reason, and that tipped him off lol. So they talk about the dream world, and Kasumi calls Joker, and the two head of to meet her at the construction sight.

After three damn years, Goro -since Kasumi is confuse why he’s there- tells her he is not a Phantom Thief. But he is helping them. Kasumi called Joker because she realize that yeah, something is off and think there’s a Palace there.

The trio enter the Research Facility Palace and Goro is in Black Mask mode. Kasumi ask why, and he tells her he doesn’t feel the need to be the detective prince. As a result, we must press F for Robin Hood (for the time being. Who knows if he’ll show up again).

So they investigate and fight Shadow. Tim Barry was able to get an All out Attack with Goro. I decide the truth is in fact, real.

As a humorous moment, because Goro is now allowing himself become more feral, Kasumi ask if he’s like this. The chat made Tim Barry pick option 2: This is his true self.

Anyway, they run into a screen that shows Kasumi’s father talking to his dead daughter, aka, Kasumi’s twin. Something is said, but I have no idea what is translated.

Kasumi starts to feel off herself, and

Oh hey we see Kasumi on some stand? Why is your hair kind of brown? Why do you have a beauty mark on your face? Serious did you-

Who the hell is Sumire (I think that’s the spelling)? Isn’t that the dead twin?

(Where did Harumi came from?)

The trio continue to go further into the Palace and-

OH HELL NO!

In the strangest twist, the Paalce Owner is in fact, Takuto Maruki.

But it’s not his Shadow Self. IT’S THE REAL TAKUTO MARUKI. HE HAS ENTER THE METAVERSE HIMSELF AND CREATED A NEW REALITY AND PALACE FOR HIMSELF.

My god. I’m getting Persona 1 and Kandori flashbacks. Anyway, Takuto had no idea he even made a Palace until Goro tells him. So it turns out Takuto is something of a well extreme villain antagonist. The reason he’s been playing GOD is to keep Kasumi’s happy and free from pain of reality.

BECAUSE THAT AIN’t KASUMI THAT’S SUMIRE PRETENDING TO BE KASUMI.

It turns out, Kasumi was the oldest of the twins. She’s pretty much the cheerful girl we see from Sumire- as Kasumi. The real Kasumi was so much better than Sumire in gymnastics, and it create a lot of self inferiority complex on Sumire. It got to where Sumire wanted to be Kasumi, and somehow Sumire decided to run into traffic while it was raining.

The real Kasumi saved Sumire and died as a result. 

Upon remembering, ‘Kasumi’ de-transforms, and appears as her frumpy self. Talks happens, and I don’t know what was said for much of this because the chat was spamming too much. Apparently Sumire was an experiment of sorts (YOU’RE A MAKI AND MANGA!BOY WITH EARRING/NAOYA CLONE FUSION) and her own cognition/mask of herself was change for this ‘switch’ to happen. 

Goro finds everything about Takuto’s research and plan terrible and hates it. Takuto feels sad Goro feels that way (well maybe if Takuto got Goro’s damn dream he would be on board with it lol). 

So Sumire, wanting to still be Kasumi, agrees to go with Takuto. Takuto says Sumire won’t be harm (because again, he actually does care for her), but Joker doesn’t agree with it. So a boss fight happens, and we get Joker and Black Mask Crow’s showtime.

It’s in the rain and on a city rooftop. Goro is just on a blood spree and Joker shoots with a gun.

So they get expell (?) from the Palace and Goro is all like ‘well we can’t talk down the guy with just the two of us we need more help’. This is the part of Goro’s trailer where he’s all ‘you can hang out in dream world if you want’ in that disgusting tone.

And then I left the stream because I got sick and tired of the chat lol. Last thing I saw was Joker visiting his friends and their ‘dream that became reality’.

#persona 5 royal spoilers #persona 5 the royal spoilers #p5r spoilers #spoilers #goro akechi #kasumi yoshizawa #endgame spoilers #this is a text post

[crazedlunatic]

Blaine Meets the Colloway’s

“Oh no. Someone fucked up because Charlie’s here and Dad just let someone in.”

“Sammy, please.”

“That’s his friend who he likes. I met him. Daddy lets him steal his stuff off his desk.”

“Emily, honey, there is a difference in borrowing and stealing. How many times do I have to tell you this?”

“Let the girl use her imagination. Honestly, if someone would steal stuff off of his desk he probably would be a lot happier.”

“Grandma, I don’t think it works that way.”

“Oh no, what did Brady do? This is definitely a Brady.”

“Told you it’s chaos.” Bob said as Blaine listened to several different people talking over each other in the other room. “Don’t have four kids… or let Kurt’s parents move in.”

Blaine, who was looking around the very nicely decorated house, turned his attention to Bob.

“Just so you know, I have a literal mini me… sometimes when we don’t warn people they react like we’re the twins from The Shining which is really annoying so please don’t.” Bob added.

“Mini me?”

As if on cue, a young guy who looked exactly like Bob but twenty years younger came into the hallway.

“Hey, Dad.” The guy waved, a baby in his arms.

“Hey, Charlie. This is my intern, Blaine.” Bob said, gesturing at Blaine.

“Hey. I’d shake your hand but she just fell asleep… with all of that talking. I wish I could do that.” Charlie yawned.

Bob took the baby. “Go nap before Emma realizes you’ve been gone too long.”

“You’re the real MVP, Dad.” The guy, Charlie, left the room.

“He is actually a clone. Not a mini me. Because you two are the same height and look exactly alike.” Blaine looked at Bob.

“Yeah and my youngest son doesn’t look like me at all but acts and talks exactly like I do.” Bob shrugged one shoulder and smiled, looking at the baby. “Do you want to hold her?”

“Uhm, no thank you.” Blaine’s eyes widened.

“I didn’t want to give her up anyway.” Bob shrugged and walked into the kitchen with Blaine.

Blaine looked around, seeing an older couple at the table with Emily. His wife Sarah was at the stove saying something to… herself, maybe, since nobody was next to her? A woman that was probably just under Blaine’s age, that he assumed was Charlie’s wife was sitting at the island, also looking half asleep. A preteen boy was scrolling on his phone at the island next to her, looking very bored.

“Oh no. He’s brought an intern. Who did what?” The oldest man looked amused.

“Did you already forget about my car?” Bob deadpanned, handing the baby off to the young woman who came to take over.

“What happened to your car?” The man asked, looking confused.

Bob let out a sigh and the man grinned as the older woman hit his shoulder and sent him a look that clearly said ‘stop.’

“These are my parents. My dad is a comedian.” Bob sighed. “Everyone, this is Blaine.”

“Oh my God. He has curls.” Sarah gasped. “I did not see those last time.”

“I spilled something on myself and had to shower… and didn’t have enough time to, uhm, deal with them.” Blaine admitted.

“Don’t be too hard on Brady.” Bob’s mother said, giving Bob a look.

“He got drunk and totaled my car!” Bob exclaimed.

“Well at least he didn’t bring an alpaca home.” Bob’s dad gave an over-exaggerated shrug, causing the youngest son to laugh loudly.

“Please let’s not talk about that. It’s stressful.” Sarah sighed, coming over and hugging Blaine as though she’d met him several times. “How are you, sweetie?”

“I’m good. How are you?” Blaine asked.

“Well I’ve been better.” Sarah smiled and looked at Robbie. “You know he’s still pretty pissed. What if he’s mean to Blaine?”

“Then I’ll be mean right back to him once Blaine leaves.” Bob said very seriously.

“Oh, why bother waiting to let him see how you really are?” The preteen asked. “You know, mean and an asshole?”

“Quit cursing!” Sarah exclaimed. “You are not your father.”

“He pretty much is.” Bob’s dad interrupted. “If he and Charlie swapped looks, they would pretty much be the same.”

“It’s true.” Bob’s mom added, smiling at Blaine.

Sarah sighed as the back door opened and a boy who looked right in-between the age of Charlie and Sam (Sammy?) walked in. He had Sarah’s hair and skin tone but Bob’s eyes—he was also taller like Bob. So far, he was the kid that looked the most like both Sarah and Bob.

“Dead man walking.” Sam sang, not even glancing up.

“Dad, no.” The boy glared.

“Oh, yes. You totaled my car and I haven’t killed you yet so you should actually be begging for your life.” Bob said, sounding irritated.

“Also,” Sarah said from across the kitchen. “You were supposed to come home right after school.”

“I had practice.”

“Wrong. I called the school.” Sarah gave him a look.

“I’m going to my room.”

“Great. This is Blaine and you’re going to talk to him. Actually, you don’t even have to talk back but you will listen to him.” Bob said sternly.

“Seriously?” Brady scoffed.

“You want to play soccer, right? Your coach already called me today about whether he should allow you to play. If you don’t seriously talk to him, I’m telling him to not let you.” Bob blinked at him.

“Fine.” He snapped and then said, in a much nicer tone, “I’m the horrible middle child in the family. Nice to meet you. Come to my room in a cupboard under the stairs.”

Blaine followed Brady out—first, thinking that he was actually super happy to hear a Harry Potter reference. And second, finding it hilarious that Bob’s dad let out a very loud laugh at that.

“So, how did you get him to like you?” Brady asked after going into his room and closing the door behind them. “He basically hates everyone.”

“I don’t think that’s true.” Blaine said, sitting at Brady’s desk chair since Brady had sat on his bed.

“Have you actually met him?” Brady tilted his head. “He’s an asshole.”

“You’re kind of being one right now too.” Blaine shrugged.

“Do you even like him? Because honestly he runs most of the interns off.” Brady said.

“I’m actually here to talk about you and not your dad.” Blaine said slowly. “But, yes. I do like him. I think he’s a great person.”

“Try living with him.” Brady sighed. “You probably wouldn’t say the same thing.”

“They’re just worried about you.”

“Why would they be worried about me?”

“Because you totaled a car after driving drunk last night?” Blaine tilted his head.

Brady made eye contact but didn’t say anything.

“He mostly wanted me to talk to you because I, uhm… did the same thing when I was your age. Actually, when I was 16 and had only had my learner’s permit for two days… so it was a bit worse…” Blaine admitted, feeling weird.

He hadn’t even talked to Kurt about this really.

Yet here he was, for the second time in one day, telling someone that wasn’t Kurt.

“So, we’re both stupid.” Brady sighed.

“Yeah.” Blaine nodded.

“Why’d you do it?”

“I was drunk and someone said something that pissed me off… and I wanted to do something stupid because of it. Literally. That was my thought process. I’m pissed and drunk, so I’m going to do something stupid. So I stole my best friend’s brand new car and was caught going, like, 35 miles over the speed limit or something… I even went to jail. I mean, they held me in a separate place but… yeah, I did all that stuff. Picture, thumb prints…”

Brady nodded.

“And my parents did the same thing. Got me out and had it taken off my record… which is why I work for Bob—well, for your dad, now. Why did you do it?”

“I’m having a hard time I guess.” Brady shrugged, glancing to make sure the door was still closed.

“Want to talk about it?”

“You’re gay, right? I mean… no offense. But I don’t think you’d wear those shoes if you were straight.”

Blaine frowned, unable to tell if he was about to be rude or not. “Yes, I am.”

“If I ask you something will you not tell my dad?”

“Are you in trouble?” Blaine asked slowly.

“So next year I start at NYU… I have already signed a lease with my girlfriend… she might be pregnant for the second time… and I am 100% sure that I might be gay. Well, that I am. Gay.” Brady said, looking at the ceiling.

“Oh.” Blaine’s eyes widened.

Because, sure, he didn’t have the best gaydar in the world… Brady, however, hadn’t even given off a blip.

“And she also said if she is pregnant, she’s keeping it this time.” Brady added, looking back down finally. “So, yeah. I’m not even eighteen and I’ve probably already fucked up my life. Meanwhile Mom and Dad are busy taking care of my really sick grandfather, my older brother doesn’t have time for me anymore, my godfather lives all the way in New York and can’t make a trip down for three weeks even though my life is spiraling out of control, and my best friend isn’t talking to me because I’m acting like… well, like my dad. So, life is going great.”

“I’m sorry.” Blaine said, watching him carefully. “If you told your godfather how much was going on, I’m sure he’d come down.”

“No. He can’t. He’s a lawyer like Dad and takes on eve bigger cases.” Brady frowned. “And it’s not like I can even come out. There’s already so much going on and, honestly, I don’t even want Dad to know.”

“Why not?” Blaine asked, shocked.

“Because he’s been saying something was wrong and making me go to counselors and stuff… I really don’t want to prove him right.” Brady let out a sarcastic laugh. “So, I guess I just play straight dad until the kid is 18 if she is pregnant again?”

“First of all…” Blaine said. “What you have going on matters just as much as the other stuff going on with your grandparents and everything… I don’t know anyone else in your family but Bob is really… I mean, he’s always been really understanding and supportive with me and I’ve had a difficult upbringing.”

“You’re not his kid, though.”

“He’s not supportive?” Blaine asked, shocked.

Then again… Brady did seem to be upset and when Blaine was upset, he wasn’t very rational himself. Hence the drunk driving and arrest.

“Let’s just say we aren’t exactly getting along right now and haven’t been for a while… really, probably since I figured it out.”

“Because you’re scared of coming out and pushing him away?” Blaine asked.

“You really are going to be a lawyer, aren’t you?” Brady laughed a bit. “Fine. How’d your dad take it then?”

“Horribly. Conversion camps and I ended up basically running away and living with my friends and their parents until college… that’s the long story short.” Blaine bit his lip.

Brady’s eyes widened and he waited several seconds before saying, “Okay. You win.”

Blaine smiled a bit. “It will be okay. You should tell him.”

“I’m not ready yet. To tell anyone really… but you’re gay and I don’t know where Ryan lives.” Brady bit his own lip.

“That’s okay. I won’t say anything.” Blaine promised. “But if you ever need to talk… I mean, don’t you all even know the Caldwell family? Would you feel comfortable talking to Matt?”

“Oh, I can’t even look him in the eye.” Brady shrugged. “That should have been the tip off when I was ten. I just blush.”

“I can see that.” Blaine laughed again. “He’s dating one of my best friends. He’s really nice but kind of overwhelmingly attractive until you get used to him.”

“I’m sure he is nice. All the Caldwell’s are known for it… thanks for the suggestion, though.”

“What about Charlie?”

“I love Charlie but he’s a worry wart and will tell Dad anything ‘serious’ that’s bothering me. That’s why I don’t really talk to him about it anymore.” Brady said. “Not the serious stuff… and not about thinking I’m gay. Uhm, knowing I’m gay. He doesn’t know that.”

“Do you want my number? In case you ever want to talk and your dad not know about it?” Blaine asked. “If I can’t answer right away, I will as soon as I can.”

“I can take it but I probably won’t use it.” Brady admitted, holding his phone out for Blaine.

“Just a tip. May want to change your wallpaper if you don’t want them to figure it out.” Blaine joked, seeing a picture of Brendon Urie on it. He then typed in his number and held the phone back out. “Just text me if you want to… or call too, I guess, but nobody really talks on the phone anymore.”

“Thanks.”

“And if you need a DD, you can text or call too.” Blaine added.

“I actually don’t usually drink but thanks.” Brady said, standing. Which was funny because when Bob wanted to end a conversation and they were in his office, he’d always stand as a signal too. “What?”

“Your dad does that too. Stands when he’s ready to end the conversation.” Blaine pointed out.

Brady groaned like he’d just been told he was losing an arm and led his way out of the bedroom saying, “That was very rude.”

….

“So… what do you think?”

Blaine, who was standing on Bob’s front porch with him about to leave, shrugged.

Bob gave him a look.

“I think that you may want to calm down and talk to him in a few days. He seems like he feels bad for what happened…”

Bob raised his eyebrow. “And?”

“And I think he has a lot going on so maybe… be a little less angry than you want to be.” Blaine said.

“He told you something.”

“He did.” Blaine nodded. “However, I told you to not listen so I’m not going to tell you what he said. Just… try to be open to anything he might say?”

“Wait. What?” Bob asked.

“I know you’re worried but he’ll be okay. Just be there and open when he’s ready to talk to you.” Blaine said. “I really do need to go. I know you gave me extra days for that paper but I’ve got other stuff due to so I need to go home and do your paper…”

Bob gave him a suspicious look.

“Your family is great. Your mom is so sweet and your dad is hilarious.” Blaine smiled. “And your wife and kids are great too, so… thanks for letting me eat with you all tonight.”

Bob’s facial expression softened and he nodded. “Any time. Really.”

“Well I’m not coming into the office tomorrow so I’ll kind of see you in class but really see you on Wednesday?” Blaine asked, feeling somewhat awkward.

Was it weird to say that?

Then again, was Blaine just weird all together?

“I’ll see you Wednesday. Be careful getting home, okay?” Bob asked.

“You too. I mean, have a good night.” Blaine looked confused.

“Do you need an extra day on that paper?” Bob asked.

“No.” Blaine shook his head. “I’ll be careful and sort of see you tomorrow. Good night, Bob.”

“G’night, Blaine.” Bob said, waiting for Blaine to back out of the driveway before going inside and locking the door.

“Well, he was nice.” Bob’s dad said from the couch.

“Yeah.” Bob said, sitting on the couch with him.

“That’s the one, then? With the crappy homelife that’s had the panic attacks?” He asked him.

“Yeah.”

“Do both of yourselves a favor and don’t let him leave your practice. You already look and talk to him like you do your kids.” Bob’s dad gave him a pointed look.

“No, I don’t.” Bob made a face.

“Fine. Then you don’t.” His dad shrugged. “You didn’t like Sarah either, though, and here we are. You also didn’t want more than two kids… or to be a high profile lawyer… or to—”

“Okay. I get it.” Bob sighed.

“Sometimes you end up right where you’re supposed to be, Robbie. Kinda like with Sarah.”

“That’s different, Dad.”

“Is it really, though?” Bob’s mom asked, coming in. “You got yourself in a pickle looking over that will stuff, didn’t you?”

“I may have.” Bob took a deep breath.

“There is nothing wrong with caring about someone.” Bob’s dad gave him a look. “It sounds like he might need it honestly.”

“He was so sweet too.” Bob’s mom said. “I think he and Charlie could be very good friends. Plus, Sarah loves him.”

“Well there might something wrong caring about someone when it’s your intern who has already been offered a job.” Bob said. “It looks inappropriate.”

“Since when have you cared about what people thought?”

Bob didn’t say anything.

“And if what you’ve said about his homelife is true, he needs someone. He obviously cares about you if he came to your house to talk to a pissed off stranger who I can guarantee probably wasn’t all that nice to him.” Bob’s mom said.

“You walked into that boy’s life for a reason just like you walked into Sarah’s.” Bob’s dad said. “Don’t give two flying fucks what anyone else thinks. You’ve already bonded with the kid. He’s clearly already bonded with you. He needs someone in his corner and that someone is you.”

Bob nodded, still not speaking.

“We’re going to head to bed.” His mom stood and helped up his father. “Can you help us up the stairs?”

Bob nodded and headed to the stairs, patiently waiting for his parents to make it over—only because his father got annoyed when he hovered or walked slowly behind them.

“Still not happy we’re moving before I got my elevator.” His dad huffed when Bob helped him up the stairs.

“You can thank Brady for following Charlie to New York for that one, Dad.”

“That kid’s going to New York too, right? Blaine?” His dad asked.

“Yes.” Bob said, voice even.

“Good.” Bob’s mom smiled, following behind them. “Because we like him.”

“Yeah. I do too.” 

#dunno I've just always pictured Bob's dad being the one to give Bob the push to REALLY connect with Blaine #like bob wants too but feels weird about it #and his dad's like 'no sorry he's our new grandchild bye' #wbuct drabble #bob bob bob #i also like brady confiding in him too #i just have colloway feels guys