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commiesolarpunkstarchild · 10 months

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It's been a minute since I've watched it but I forgot to get super into it on Tumblr so here we go. There *will* be spoilers from here down, so be warned.

Andor is a fucking amazing show. People kept touting it as antifascist art and I was doubtful at first that Disney of all people could put out a genuinely antifascist message but oh boy was I wrong. It's a slow burn, but the 3-4 episode arcs work so well with the show. It didn't really stick out to me as much as others but it's genuinely amazing how much of a community Ferrix is, and how even B2 is treated as another person.

Each arc seems to touch at a different part of the fight. The first arc on Ferrix and Morlana One speaks to the disenfranchised average, who knows there's a problem but are too scared or stuck in their own shit to go out and fight (so basically me). It doesn't matter how distant a threat seems at a time, the goal of a fascist is to come for *you* and your family, your loved ones, everyone. Ferrix was ignored and untouched, everyone was apathetic towards the empire because they left them alone. Then some cops abused Cassian, he escaped, but the cops came for him, and for Ferrix. The rebellion helped him escape but the empire followed like vultures to set up their authoritarian rule there. But Cassian had escaped, and he was about to take the fight to the empire.

Then comes the second arc, I can only think it's an extended treatise on what we must sacrifice if things come to it. In the early stages of the arc we are introduced to a lively cast of crew. An imperial double agent who lost his wife to ethnic cleansing policies, a young writer seeking to inspire others through a manifesto, a leader living a double life, a former stormtrooper who escaped the empire, and a mercenary, only in it for the money. As the heist builds up we see power creep in star wars be turned on its head. TIE fighters are made as horrific machines of war. TIE. FIGHTERS. And when the heist takes place, in the end it's only Cassian and the leader who make it out alive. Cassian runs, but he leaves most of the credits to the rebellion.

After hiding on Niamos, Cassian is arrested by being near a protest, and given an inflated sentence, something many in real life have to deal with frequently. He's taken into slave-like conditions and put into a horrific nightmare of a prison where floors compete against floors, rooms compete against rooms, shifts compete against shifts, and tables compete against tables. It's capitalism weaponized. Competition made to mask oppression. This speaks to those not only in the prison industrial complex or those who know people who are, but those in their own prisons as well. Minimum wage workers, people enslaved to the gig economy, people stuck in the grind mindset who can't see past the competition to know they're being played like a fiddle. Cassian can see through it, after everything he's been through, and eventually after convincing the room manager Kino Loy, by someone being transferred to another prison, causing the entire floor to be executed when rumors spread, they launched an escape.

The final arc spoke to me the most. My mother had died when I was young and the funeral for Marva felt like things I had experienced even if I can't remember them. There was extreme tension there and I didn't know who would make it out alive. But then a riot began. I loved the visual symbolism. The stormtroopers in riot gear, arranged like the police in 2020, the brick used to knock out a soldier, like the symbol of stonewall. It was bedlam, like all protests-turned-riots can be, and mostly everyone escaped to where they needed to go.

My only criticism is the fUCKING ISB LADY ESCAPED UGGGGHHHHH

The season ends with Cassian joining the rebellion again, and the death star being under construction.

I will absolutely talk more about this show, but I wanted to put this dumb synopsis out here first, mostly to see if I got anything right or spark discussion from peeps. I'll probably touch on Luthen's speech next when I feel like it.

#star wars #andor series #star wars andor #cassian andor #maarva andor #andor spoilers #fight the empire

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thetruearchmagos · 2 years

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Swift Seas and Whirlwinds

An Excerpt: The Hallowed Hangar Halls

Yet another little update to this WIP of mine, though I suppose it's hardly small!

@lividdreamz , @athenswrites , @saedoeswriting , @muddshadow

When she first stepped into the gaping, hallowed halls that were her flagship's hangar decks, Olivia was struck by an altogether uncommon feeling for a vast ship of war. Sitting in its drydock, a vast grey hull in cold air rather than colder waters, it was yet some months from completion for sea trials. Then, the light of the sky still poked through the gaps in the flight deck, machine tools and little piles of technology thrown about, and vast patches of bare pipes and wiring pockmarked the soon to be smooth, panelled walls of the ship's interior, itself still yet but rusting steel and works in progress. At night, when she visited without escort or company, and when the last shift's workers had turned in and the next had yet to arrive in the constant scramble of industry that surrounded the shipyard, the Vice Admiral would walk or sit in the hollow machine's belly, and bask in the sheer silence and emptiness of this stillborn beast of the seas.

Later, she would see her ship at its true home, taking on its sea trials like a parent watching a child's first teetering steps. She spent most of that time in the bridge, alongside the vessel's Captain, Lee Kai Feng, watching how the grey hulk handled the harshest the Seas could throw before her, as it wrought its own great tests, slamming through waves that would've dragged her lessers into the depths and winds that might have once rip the very sails from her predecessors. For a week, the two sailors basked in a job well done, as the ship proved the mettle of their ideas, and the fruits of the labours of many hundreds in its creation. In those days, 7 weeks in all, she would still make the time to tour the vessel from bow to stern, and hold a daily visit to that vast, now less empty hangar.

Where was once not but industrial detritus and all the ugly glories of the shipbuilder's trade, was something far more befitting a capital grade warship of the Commonwealth Navy. While works continued there, as they did around the clock across the ship, the bare basics had been completed on shore. Now, the bare wires and piping we're replaced by sleek metal panels and banks of electrical stations, rusting steel plating with fresh paint weathering yet strong in the sea air, and the cold and hollow atmosphere with the pounding of the waves and and the howling of the storms. A great energy filled the very air, as a hundred marching feet stalked and paced across the winding corridors and twisting passages in the great ship's belly, eery system and sub-system and sub-system of a sub-system was checked and double checked for weakness and failure, as they all sallied out on their first taste, first blooding of the rest of their machine lives, on the open waters of the stoic seas.

And now, months after those nights in her own silence, weeks after the first howling sea storms carressed the ship, her flagship, for the first time, she stood in that hallowed hall again. And now, as she knew the 12 Worlds around her found itself in a raging bedlam, as the ships set of the Fleet, her Fleet, across the seas set out readying for the storm of war, she saw that the great chamber had made one more metamorphosis. Tranquil white silence gone, again, and for good, all the clanging of docks and shipyards now far and gone, and even the whipping winds and crashing waves would seem to fade away into nothing, blasted out of the air by all the noise and life, of the gearing up of the machine of death. The little gap inte sky through which Olivia once saw the stars and light now filled up in a cycle od dark and light as the great aircraft elevator that now took its place rose and fell, carrying upon it the great metal birds, the warplanes, the instruments of death that were this vessel's very purpose in life. Up they rose, sagging under the weight of a dozen tonnes of the finest ordnance yet devised, and the weight of the fuel that would carry them to their final battleground.

Down below, drenched in stark white light from overpowered lamps, some hundreds milled about here and there, their running feet rushing and scurrying about with a clear purpose and little else besides. Looking to one of the ammunition hatches, she saw two dozen steel grey tubes stacked four a piece on little trolleys, driving around the crowded madhouse of the hangar deck. Long and fat pipes, with little fins lining their bodies and sharp, angry little spikes on their tips, painted red, the dark and deep red of faded blood on cloth, soon, if all went poorly, to find themselves spiked upon the hulls of yet another ship of war, flying a different flag. Everywhere around her, and above her, and under her, the great frenzy overtook all, not a quite place, not a hint of hallowed silence left in sight, replaced by a harsh, intense hive of work.

Vice Admiral Olivia D. Oxley looked upon it all, and she was sad to see what had become of her home, her ship, her and others labour of love, even though she knew that this was precisely what this grey machine would become someday, knew it from the start, and counted the days until the call came through. The ship was made ready, her weapons stocked, her crew drilled in all the glories of her beloved Fleet, and she herself prepared to see the coming storm through to the end. And maybe, just maybe, to a tranquil, quiet, lonely silence of peace afterwards.

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memoriesoftanalorr · 12 days

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Dagan Gera and Nylah Nori meeting headcanons Part Two

Dagan is get a redemption arc in my AU. Just reminded. And Dagan and Nylah is a brotp. Used a bit of Wookieepedia and write with my own words some of the scenes. I'm just struggling.

Before leaving on Jedha, Nylah and Dagan had a small conversation.

"Rayvis is gone..." Nori sighed. "Yes." Dagan replied firmly. "Should we send the ones who survived, I mean from the Raiders with us?" Nylah asked. "You would make a good leader for Bedlam Raiders." Dagan pointed out. Nori shakes her head in refusal. "Don't think so. Why do you trust me that much?" "You're proven your strength and wisdom, aren't you, Nylah?" Dagan laid his hand on her shoulder. She looked away. "Thanks but I think I'll choose someone from the Raiders or better you do this yourself." "Anyway, I'd love you to stay with me. What would you order to them?" Dagan asked of curiosity. "I'm just gonna say that Rayvis was a great warrior and that he's not going to be forgotten. And I want Raiders make a funeral for him. Also I want them to watch after Santari's observatory. I don't want that Empire destroying her lab and everything that was important for her." Nylah said with determination in her voice. Dagan glanced proudly of her. "That's great idea." "Or however if Empire is nearby, they're should hide for a while and then we're reunite at Tanalorr." Nylah replied. "That's right." Dagan nodded. After some time, Nylah and Dagan joined Bode, Cal and the droid BD-1. Cal introducing the other members of Mantis crew to Dagan and Nylah. "This is Bode Akuna, he's my friend and this is Greez Dritus. He's great pilot and cook. And this is Nightsister Merrin, she's from Dathomir and this little droid is BD- 1. Guys, a Jedi from the time of High Republic Dagan Gera returned to the light side and this is his ally from Bedlam Raiders gang Jedi Nylah Nori." Cal introduced Mantis crew to Dagan and Nylah. "What a creature you are actually?" Dagan asked Greez. "I'm Latero, long hair." Greez mocked. "Hm, what an interesting team you have, Cal Kestis." Dagan replied. "Oh, you're called me by name, that's a progress." Cal joked friendly. "Nice to meet you, Bode, Greez and Merrin. I'm Nylah. By the way, this droid is really cute." Umbaran lady replied. "Are you from Umbara?" Greez asked. "Yes." Nylah replied. BD-1 made a cheerful beep. Nylah giggled. "Good to know that you're get back to the light side, I heard things about you from Cal. Nice to meet you too, Nylah." Merrin spoke to Dagan and Nylah. "It's really a honor to meet the one of Nightsisters of Dathomir." Nylah smiles. "That's right." Dagan replied after Nylah.

Merrin nodded. "Okay, we're going to Jedha. Get your seats please." Greez said. Nylah seat down next to Dagan, both of them feeling comfortable with each other. "I think we're get to Tanalorr soon. Can't wait to see this planet." Nylah said. "I hope so." Dagan responded. "Don't worry. You'll see we're will be there." Nylah banter on him. "Nylah, I'm wondering… How it's like to be the only girl in Bedlam Raiders gang? No offense." Greez asked. "It was unexpected. I just wanted to survive and then I won the battle with one of Bedlam Raiders and then I joined Dagan because I wanted to hide from Empire and find Tanalorr too. Also I wanted to bring him back to the light." Nylah replied calmly. "I see. It's exciting story. So you're succeed, right?" Greez replied. "That's right." Nylah smiles.

On Jedha, Stinger Mantis Crew reunited with Jedi Masters Cere Junda and Eno Cordova. Nylah and Dagan was introduced to Junda and Cordova by Cal. "This is Jedi Knight Of High Republic -- Dagan Gera, our new ally and a friend. And this is the one who brings him to the light side of the Force, Nylah Nori. She's Jedi too." Kestis spoke. "A friend…" Dagan rised his head in surprise, still thinking he doesn't deserves Cal's friendship or anyone's friendship in general but Nylah stepped beside Gera and pats his hand a bit. "Glad to see more of survived Jedi. Welcome to the Jedi Archive." Cere smiles. "Hmm, Dagan Gera in a flesh. How exciting! You're both welcome here." Cordova laid his hand on Nylah's shoulder, Dagan made a soft smile while looking at his friend. "I'm so excited to explore some of the archive, can I?" Umbaran young lady asked Cere. "Sure." Junda allowed to young Jedi to make a research. "Oh, wait. Master Cordova, can you look at the compass Dagan owns. Is it works?" Nylah asked. "I have it. You can take a look." Cal giving the compass to Cordova.

"A bit damaged but I can fix it." Master Cordova replied.

"Good." Cal responses.

"Thank you in advance." Nylah giggled.

Mantis Crew spending time outside Cere's base in the desert, Cal and Merrin was over the bonfire all night together while Nylah and Dagan was somewhere inside the base. Nylah researching some of holobooks. Dagan walked inside the room. "And I thought you're already asleep. I'm just come to check how you're doing and wish you a good night." Gera a bit embraced her arm behind her back. Nylah glanced back at him with a tired smile. "You're right. I'm better to get some rest." "You're look tired." Dagan pointed out. "I know but it's so interesting. I think I'll get these holobooks at my ship before I get a rest." she replied. "Do you need my help?" Dagan asked. "Would be nice to chat once more but I think I could've do this myself." Nylah giggled. "Alright." Gera nodded. While Nylah and Dagan get outside the base, Bode sneaking inside Dagan's room and stole his lightsaber.

On next morning, Nylah and Dagan meet at the hallway. A Umbaran young lady with long bob like hairstyle, white hair and gray eyes coming closer to Gera and laid her hand on his shoulder. "Good morning. You're looking grumpy. Why?" Nylah asked. "My lightsaber was in the room yesterday but when I'm get back from you last night… I think someone stole my lightsaber." Dagan replied bitterly. "Who could do that?" Nylah get nervous. "I don't know honestly." Gera replied. "I'm sorry to hear that. You can borrow mine if you want to." Nylah said. "Yours is gracious as well as you are but I think you need it yourself." Dagan made a small smile. "What a compliment!" Nylah giggled. Both of them headed to see Master Cordova and the others.

The two with Cal checks on Cordova's progress, and learns that the compass has been repaired. Cere then receives an alert that Imperial forces are incoming from all sides, and their location is compromised. Cal tells her to evacuate, and turns to see Bode pull a blaster on Cordova, apologizing to Cal for what he's about to do. Dagan and Nylah watching him in confusion. Dagan then shouted that Bode stole his lightsaber. Nylan rushed towards Akuna but he used Force choke on her saying if she do something, he'll kill her, Dagan watching Nori falling on her knees as Bode letting her go. Dagan slowly get on his knees next to her and helped Nylah to get up. Then Bode murders Cordova and attempts to escape on a speeder bike with the compass, with Cal giving chase on a second bike. Cal catches up and confronts Bode over his actions, and Bode tells him that he won't hand the compass to the Empire—he wants it for himself and his daughter. Cal notices Bode has stolen Dagan's lightsaber and he actually Jedi who survived Order 66.

Nylah and Dagan stayed with Cere. Dark Lord of the Sith is coming and Dagan wanted to help Cere and face him together but Cere said that it's not his fate: he fate to find Tanalorr again and said them to leave alongside the droid BD-1.

Despite the fact that Cere giving Vader a good duel, Dark Lord of the Sith wounds her fatally. Cal finds Junda dying as she is falling into his arms. Cal cries his heart out. Nylah and Dagan approaches them, Nylah was shocked and silently lowered her head and Dagan squeezed her hand in comforting gesture for a minute. "I'm sorry, Cal." Dagan spoke. Cal slowly turned to Dagan and Nylah standing behind him. He is still grieving for Cere.

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"We were so close to a second chance." Cal spoke. "What a rotten raw deal! Tell me. How could Bode be a Jedi and be an Imperial spy?" Greez wondered. "He is no Jedi." Merrin pointed out. "Why couldn't we sense him?" Cal asked. "He deceived us all." Merrin replied. "No, I still should have been able to…" Cal tried to assure. "Now that's enough! Cal. That's enough, okay? What Bode did… that is on him. It's not on you. It's not on anyone. It's on him. We all know it's a rigged game. But we choose how to play!" Greez expressed. Dagan and Nylah standing on the distance, Umbaran Jedi didn't want to talk about Bode. "So he get the compass for himself and his daughter? And that's over? We're tried hard for nothing? We can't lose Tanalorr. Santari's dream never comes true?" Dagan angered. "Dagan, don't get into family talking now!" Greez shouted. "Greez! Let Dagan speak." Merrin said. "Now you on his side? Then I'm not going to say a thing to you kids." Greez replied bitterly. Dagan lowered his head, did he never be accepted by them? "Don't get me wrong. I don't want you to think that I'm selfish and I'm sorry about what happened to you, Cal. If I could've read Bode's mind back than, I could disturb him to do that." Dagan apologize. "It's not your fault, Dagan." Cal replies. "Hey, long hair. I didn't meant what I said." Greez softened. "Me too." Dagan nodded.

Nylah's ship was destroyed by Empire but she could get her backpack before her ship blown up. Holobooks from Cere's archive was safe at the Mantis now.

Cal remembers that Bode had a locator beacon on his ship and attempts tracing it. The signal leads the Mantis crew to the Nova Garon system, where they discover that the Imperial Security Bureau has a hidden base within a frozen asteroid. Cal goes undercover to see Bode, Merrin joined him as well. Nylah wanted to go as well and bantering Dagan that he is better to stay at the ship because his robes are too shiny and actually Nylah haven't any other clothes for undercover as well.

Cal found Bode's apartment and encountered his daughter, Kata while watching datadisk. Bode then comes to them and Cal and Bode talked. Then Akuna pushed Cal with the Force and runned away with Kata.

Cal watches the datadisc he found in Bode's quarters, which turns out to be the same message from Santari that Dagan had been watching in the Koboh observatory. However, upon viewing the full message, the Mantis crew learns that there is one final way to reach Tanalorr: if one were to activate the three arrays—the Forest Array, lunar array, and observatory array—and aligned them to a set of coordinates embedded in the message, it would create a safe path through the Koboh Abyss. Nylah was sure about success about Mantis to seek Tanalorr.

Cal and Dagan is able to use the Force and performs a near blind hyperspace jump that gets them to their destination. Cal and Merrin share a kiss at their success before the Mantis lands on Tanalorr's surface. Nylah giggles watching them kissing and then she's hugged Dagan in excitement.

Cal, Merrin, Dagan and Nylah make their way to Jedi temple where they're mert with Kata. Cal introducing Merrin, Dagan and Nylah to Kata and asks if she can lead them to Bode, she agrees. Nylah have a talk to Dagan. "Are you disappointed to see Tanalorr again?" she guessed. "It's so abodended, this planet was wonderful." he replied. "It's still wonderful. That girl is really adorable." Nylah giggles. "Do you like kids?" Dagan mocked. "Don't you going to become a mentor for someone?" Nylah asked. "I'm not sure." Dagan struggled.

Even though Merrin and Cal assured Bode that Kata will be safe, he's crushes the bridge to the atrium, Dagan and Nylah was separated from them with Kata. Cal and Bode fought and later Bode caught Cal off the guard, pushing Kata with the Force while choking Merrin with the Force while Nylah wanted to check on Kata but she's didn't dare to move. "Do something, Cal!" Dagan spoke to Kestis though the Force bitterly. Cal frees himself from Bode's grip and killed him by shot him with a blaster. Later on, Merrin talks to Kata and Cal giving Dagan's lightsaber back to his owner. Nylah was upset and Dagan touched her hand for comfort. Then Mantis Crew make a funerals for Cere, Cordova and Bode. Nylah doesn't feel well and Cal notices that. "Are you okay?" he asked. "I don't know why but I don't really feel well about funerals. Can I stay at the Mantis? I'm really sorry but I can't." Nylah lowered her head. "It's okay. You need some rest." Cal understands her. "Thanks." she replied. "I'll take care of Nylah." Dagan walked after her. "Fine." Cal spoke. At Mantis, Nylah take a cup of water and take a deep breath. "Are you okay?" Dagan asked. "Is it embarrassing that I'm scared of funerals? I'm scared of death." Nylah confessed. "Don't let your fear overcoming yourself." Dagan responded. "I'm feeling better while you're right by my side." she replied. "Glad to hear that. Everything will okay." he hugged her. "I hope so." she squeezed into him gently.

When Mantis crew get back to Koboh, Dagan and Nylah apologize and said that they're should check on Bedlem Raiders. Dagsn shakes Cal's hand and said that they're join him later on. And Nylah giving Cal a hug.

Side note-- Here's Part One

#sorry if this sucks #Sorry if this doesn't make sense #star wars jedi survivor #dagan gera #nightsister merrin #cal kestis #greez dritus #kata akuna #bode akuna #star wars au #i tried #i need a break

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findroleplay · 3 months

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Hello, I'm Ana, 28 years old lady. Would like to find some new roleplay buddies. Happy new year by the way.

I'm semi/lit, 1-3 paragraphs. Though I'm used to roleplay before I'm not that good but I'll try hard for you.

Looking for someone to roleplay as Dagan Gera from Star Wars Jedi Survivor against my Female Umbaran Gray Jedi OC. I want it rather be a brotp and not a romance.

Plot: Dagan Gera meet a Gray Jedi at Koboh, he is recruits her in Bedlam Raiders since Umbaran lady named Nylah won the fight with one of them. He sees her potential. Umbaran Gray Jedi agreed to join Gera since she wanted to find a place where to hide from Empire and she interested in finding Tanalorr as well. Even though she felt his anger, he decided she can bring him to the light or staying to watch over him. (So he doesn't try to kill anyone XD Oh sorry, I get humorous.)

Triggers: smut, dunno what else to add since I'm not sure.

Genre: angst/fluff.

Message me whatever and I'll tell you more about my OC if you're interested. I'll write a starter or if you're wanna start first, write a starter and tag me, I'd love to join!

#rp #roleplay #star wars rp

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nicotga · 4 months

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Richard Dadd was an English painter in the Victorian era, he painted his version of depictions of fairies and other supernatural subjects, Orientalist scenes, and enigmatic genre scenes. Which he rendered with obsessive minuscule detail. Richard Dadd committed a horrific crime in 1843, which was that he murdered his own father. He then spent the rest of his life in Bedlam and Broadmoor asylums.

Sherlock Holmes is one of the best known fictional detectives, he was made by Arthur Conan Doyle. There have been many TV films and series adaptions of him even a manga adaptation which is based of Benedict Cumberbatch. In most TV adaptations of him they picture him as a middle aged man or someone in their 30s, it was only in 2015 that Ian McKellen played him as a 93 year old. Which allows the audience to shed a new light onto him.

Moriarty was Sherlock Holmes' formidable enemy, he was made to show that Holmes could be killed and have the 'heroes' story concluded. He is a criminal mastermind, as he provided other criminals strategies and sometimes protection to escape the law this coming from the intelligence he had in the matter. But it would cost the criminal wanting it that either being an exchange of a fee or a cut from profit.

I have watched a few of the movies, the ones being Elona Holmes 1 + 2, Robert Downey Jr. 'Sherlock Holmes' and a few scenes and episodes of the series that Benedict Cumberbatch plays as Sherlock.

Penny Dreadfuls are the original comics which were created in the Victorian era, they became a social trend as of the decrease of printing costs to machine-made paper. It allowed a new demographic a readership, the writers were paid a penny a line and as the comics were being created in such a quick pace that they must of got a lot of money from them, (in that time it would of been a lot for them).

Film Props + Models:

Many films use props and models that help convey factors of the movie, specific props have become very connected to a movie as people now recognise them from just a glance of one. Examples of this are the lightsabers + Death Star from Star Wars, whilst in Harry Potter the wands are the signature piece. From these many people have wanted their own of these, so merchandise has had to been made of them. I myself own a lightsaber and a wand.

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firesongbard · 2 years

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Sanctimony

A short snippet from my Post-Control longfic. Read more on AO3.

T ’ L O A K

Something in the universe had determined it would be inordinately funny to take her most recent failure and chase her across the entire breadth of the Milky Way galaxy with it.

Of course, Cerberus would bring Adjutants to raid the Citadel. What a marvelous idea that could in no way backfire on them. It had gone so well for them on Avernus Station and Omega. Three times they had dropped her blue ass in the middle of their disaster and expected her to play ball.

Fuck. Cerberus.

She removed her glove to wring out the blue cyberfluid that had exploded outward from the monster she’d killed. Then she tried for a second time to activate the haptic interface of the C-Sec console.

Finally.

Her initial plan of opening the jails and counting on the bedlam that ensued to work in her favor was no longer the best option. With Bray likely still playing taxi somewhere in the wrong star system, she was out a second in command. What she needed was an army, organized and under her control. And she’d need an XO she could trust to remain on her short leash.

Shepard had left her an unanticipated gift with her pure conscience. Jona Sederis was still in lock-up instead of flying the Eclipse Fleet against the Reapers. That was a woman who had proven she could lead. She could certainly fight. And she had the weak mind of a person with a long history of military service and a very short temper.

Perfect.

C-Sec holding cells weren’t designed for long-term use. Smooth floors, empty rooms with four-sided barrier-enforced glass walls—one way, of course, to allow for maximum observation. Inside the cells, some prisoners were dead, some dying, and some were near mad from isolation. These people had been here since the start of the war, most likely. Not easy to shunt prisoners off to Mercantile Prison Ships when supply lines were cut and communications were spotty at best. None had been given food or water since Cerberus invaded, and humans and salarians were such fragile creatures.

She curled her lip in disgust. This is the price the council was willing to pay for their pretty promise of ‘safety’. This was the dirty secret they kept, the blood they hid from their hands.

The sanctimony of it made her sick.

She pulled up her omni-tool and started a broadcast, accessing every comm panel in every cell.

“Forgotten of the Citadel: Your savior demands your attention. Join me, and together we will claim this Citadel as our own. I will lead a force that no party in the galaxy can resist. This place would have you believe you must trade freedom for safety. I lead the lawless because they believe me. I protect what is mine, because others fear me.”

She had an art for speeches. Almost a thousand years of watching the beaten, broken, and damned wander space looking for purpose and there was nothing new in their desires.

“This chaos may lead to your freedom, but Cerberus is NOT your friend. They would see you starved and drowning in your own filth in your little cages as they go about their petty machinations. But I, Aria T’Loak, will set you free. Make your choices. Join me… or don’t. I won’t force anyone to leave the safety of their four bare walls.”

She cut the transmission. Let them stew on it. Let them feel desperate. By the time she was through the whole station would be under her command.

But first…

“Sederis.”

The ex-commando had a wild, starved look in her eyes and she overplayed the sex appeal as she sauntered to the window. Aria keyed in the code to clear the glass both ways.

“Oh my, well look what the rats dragged in.” Jona bared her teeth in what should have been a smile. No class.

“I’ll cut to the chase, Sederis. You want out, I have the keys. I want Cerberus heads to roll, you have an unhealthy obsession with decapitations.” Aria turned away, emphasizing her disinterest in the outcome. Just a little more pressure, and the Eclipse leader would lose her mind with rage. That was when she was easiest to manipulate.

“After you left me here to rot, I had to take a few things into my own hands. You’re not the only one sitting on a collection of—” she bit her lip seductively with the word, “—favors, hmmm?”

Aria walked.

“You cunt!” Sederis flared with biotic energy as she very predictably lost her temper. “You can’t do this without me, not this time! When I get out of here I will—”

Suddenly, the world went white with light and a cacophony of static drowned out the last of the empty threat. It only lasted a moment before every light and screen winked out. Aria took a chance and lashed out with biotic energy, pulling Sederis toward her. Good play. The barriers were all down, and now every cell was wide open into the blackness.

This. Was not. In the plan.

“Listen to me and listen closely. I’m only going to say this once.” Aria tightened her grip around Sederis’ throat. She reached out with her senses and felt her nervous system, falling in tune with the flickering pulse under her fingers. Couldn’t have her prey slipping into unconsciousness too soon. “I. Don’t. Need. Anyone. You are replaceable, but your loss would inconvenience me. I do not like being inconvenienced.” She loosened the pressure enough to let Sederis gasp a lungful of air. “You play nice, I give you a gun. We take out our anger on the assholes that stranded us both on this bureaucratic hell hole.” Content she had made her point, she let go.

Sederis coughed and sputtered, but she had been cowed. No sloppy sexual quips or blatantly grotesque death threats.

“Good. Now, Follow me. We need to collect my army before the Adjutants kill them all.”

Read more of Aria kicking ass here.

#mass effect fanfiction #short snippet #aria t'loak #mass effect 3 #what the hell happened on the Citadel at the end of the game anyway?#Aria is the best kind of bamf #adjutants are space zombies of the best kind

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star wars and flight rising are in the same universe and here’s why, a ted talk by stanley

in an effort to both 1. talk about my lore more often like i’ve been meaning to and 2. explain what i meant when i went off about it in the tags of my last post, i’m gonna attempt to explain my rationale for deciding star wars and flight rising can totally coexist in the same universe.

there’s a tldr at the very bottom! i do use rebels as a basis for some of this lore, since it basically just confirms concepts i was already thinking of before i even watched the show, but it IS a little spoilery sometimes.

SO. what do we know about sornieth? here’s a summary: it’s the fourth planet from its sun. it has at least one but possibly two or more moons. powerful beings of pure elemental energy sprung up in the early days of the planet’s formation. a darkness from beyond attacks the planet, and the gods build a pillar to keep it out. after this, humanoid races flourish and they learn to combine magic with technology, but eventually someone gets too arrogant and builds a big machine that blows up all of civilization. from this, the arcanist is born. he grows curious and encounters the shade, which breaks the pillar. the other gods see this and decide to go their separate ways. they create dragons.

this new society has reached a point roughly equivalent to the 1920s, and that’s as far as we’ve gotten. that’s it, that’s flight rising. no aliens mentioned, except for the shade (and possibly the forbidden portal enemies if you count those, but that’s for another time).

what about star wars? as we all know, it’s set ‘a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away’. there is a lot of history here that isn’t really relevant, so i’m just going to talk briefly about the layout of the galaxy: it isn’t named, but there are different sections to it that are, and they’re grouped according to how far away a planet is from the center of the galaxy. you have: the core worlds, the inner rim, the mid rim, the outer rim, and wild space. generally, planets are more densely populated towards the center of the galaxy and less as you go out. compare coruscant, a core world entirely covered by a city and inhabited by trillions of people, to tatooine, an outer rim planet that wookieepedia states has 200,000 inhabitants total.

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where does sornieth fit in this map? the answer is simple: wild space. this region lies beyond the outer rim, where not many bother to travel because it’s just not worth it, and it’s where i’ve placed sornieth in this scenario. wookieepedia says:

Unlike other regions of the galaxy, Wild Space existed along the entire circumference of the galactic disk and on the borderlands of the Unknown Regions. It was inhabited by sentient species but not fully charted, explored, and civilized.

star wars: rebels touches on wild space a bit: one of its main characters is a lasat, a species thought to be wiped out by the empire. lasats come from lasan, but they have a legendary ancestral homeworld called lira san. except it turns out that lira san isn’t a myth: it’s real, it’s populated, and it’s in wild space.

the fact that an entire species believed their original homeworld was a myth means we can easily set sornieth there without ever having to worry about political groups such as the republic, the empire, and the rebellion coming across the planet and mucking up our established rule of No Aliens Besides Shade (And Maybe Arcanist). it’s conveniently out of the way AND protects the lore of both continuities very well, ensuring that they don’t interfere with each other by introducing a previously-unheard-of super-powerful flying magical race to the galaxy, or having stormtroopers invade the southern icefields, or something else fucky like that.

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now that we’ve got location covered, we have to talk about the force, magic, and the gods. i’m gonna get a little handwavey here, but it’s also, i think, the most interesting part of this whole thing, so here we go.

first off, the force. what is it? here’s how obi-wan describes it in a new hope:

It's an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us and penetrates us; it binds the galaxy together.

with that description in mind, i want to draw attention to one little throwaway line from the flight rising lorebook chapter 1: the first age:

From this bedlam, the magical energies themselves began to concentrate and change. Similar particles receded into four great beings, each overwhelmingly dense with a different element. As if eager to proudly display their emergence to some unseen divinity, these beings took on the shapes of great wyrms.

that ‘unseen divinity’? yeah, that’s the force. you could even take the ‘similar particles’ bit to mean midi-chlorians, if you want to acknowledge the prequels’ interpretation of the force.

as we know, some people are stronger with the force than others. these people usually become jedi or sometimes sith, depending on whether they use the light or the dark side. but the jedi and sith aren’t the only force users out there: there are plenty of civilizations who have different names and explanations for it and how it manifests itself varies from person to person. in fact, the lasat people i mentioned earlier recognized the force as something called ‘the ashla’. so different concepts for the force exist across the galaxy, and it’s very possible that what we know as ‘elemental magic’ on sornieth is simply how dragons see different aspects of the force. as if that wasn’t enough, we also know some force users can use the force to manipulate the elements themselves, like how palpatine can use the dark side to create lightning.

so really: i don’t think it’s a stretch to say some intensely powerful creatures born of the universe itself could specialize in a specific aspect of the force and manifest entirely that way.

[billy mays voice] But Wait, There’s More! i’m gonna reference rebels again. yeah, i know. on the planet of atollon lives the bendu, a being of the force who is neither light nor dark. he’s powerful, and at one point, turns himself into a giant storm and strikes down ships with lightning to defend his planet. loth-wolves are a similar concept. they’re animals which are shown to have a deep connection to the force, but only as it relates to the planet they call home, lothal. at one point a character asks if the loth-wolves are on their side and the answer is "they're on lothal's side.” this is how i see the gods as existing in the greater star wars universe: powerful beings intrinsically linked to the planet they originate from. they’re capable of great feats on their own, but can guide others (like humans or dragons) to use the force / magic in their stead.

the gods are real inasmuch as the force is real, and act as extensions of one another. if we wanna go a step further, the deities could all be light-side users and the shade is their dark counterpart, which is a REALLY fun concept to explore.

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phew, that’s it. i’ve covered most of it except for how dragons get off sornieth and into the wider galaxy, which is...somewhat less essential than the stuff i talked about above, but i still want to address it, especially since we’ve established they have no outside contact and are limited to 1920s tech. to keep it brief, the easiest answer is...magic.

i don’t want to get tooooo deep into rebels stuff again, but space-time portals do exist in star wars, which is really exciting for me personally, and also a nice setup for dragons to get out into the galaxy - if they have access to them, that is; in rebels they only appear in a jedi temple, but i think it’s possible other access points exist, given that other force-societies also exist. the point is, being handwavey and saying ‘eh, portals’ is a valid excuse that doesn’t totally break either universe because they are canon to both universes. you could also go the route of magic experiments gone wrong, the deities picking off a few special individuals and sending them out, or crazy lighning-arcane tech mergers shooting dragons off into space, never to be heard from again.

there’s any number of possibilities here, ranging from crazy space wizard shenanigans to early spaceflight gone very very wrong.

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tldr: sornieth is located in the far reaches of the galaxy, away from major events, and has remained undiscovered. the deities are manifestations of the force channeled through the planet itself; the gods and the force are extensions of one another. sometimes dragons can get off sornieth, but not often, so dragons are rare in the wider galaxy. there is no conflict of lore that says these two things CAN’T exist in the same universe, and in fact, the lore sometimes even supports them coexisting.

or in other words: star wars and flight rising coexist because i want them to, but also because i have legitimate justification for it. i’m too powerful and nobody can stop me from making star wars dragons now.

#flight rising #star wars #fr lore #crossover #flight rising lore #stanley says stuff #wait i dont have a lore tag.....a travesty #stanley loves lore #<- bc it has to be alliterative in some way #there we go. lore tag exists now #if anyone reads this i will be shocked lmfao #i will go feral if anyone reads and asks me questions about this shit #im still debating whether or not i should post that 10k monster lorefic but for now theres this #bc i sorta needed to organize my thoughts for myself too + bc i need to explain my mando dragon who ive already shown off

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The House of D

As one of his final acts in office, Mayor Jimmy Walker broke ground in 1932 for the New York City House of Detention for Women, built on the site of the old Jefferson Market jail in Greenwich Village and colloquially known as the House of D. According to sociologist Sara Harris’ Hellhole (on John Waters’ list of recommended reading), It was intended as a model of prison reform. Opened in 1934, the twelve-story monolith of brownish brick with art deco flourishes loomed behind the old Jefferson Market courthouse on Sixth Avenue, looking more like a stylish if somewhat cheerless apartment building than a prison. Windows were meshed instead of barred, and the one sign on its exterior merely gave the address, “Number Ten Greenwich Avenue.” There were toilets and hot and cold running water in all four hundred cells, and it was going to focus on rehabilitating its inmates – prostitutes, vagrants, alcoholics and/or drug addicts – rather than merely punishing them. From the start the reality was at variance with the intentions, and the facility quickly became infamous as a combination of Bedlam and Bastille. Within a decade it was chronically overcrowded with a volatile mix of inmates: women who couldn’t make bail awaiting trials that were sometimes months off, women already convicted and serving time, alcoholics and addicts, the mentally ill, violent lesbian tops, street gang girls, hookers and other lifelong multiple offenders, and teenagers spending their first nights behind bars. Tougher, more experienced prisoners brutalized and sexually assaulted the weak and inexperienced. So, of course, did the staff. The halls rang with the howls of inmates suffering the agonies of drug or alcohol withdrawal. There were cockroaches and mice in the cells and worms in the food. Village lesbians called it the Country Club and the Snake Pit. The IWW organizer Elizabeth Gurley Flynn did time in the House of D, as did accused spy Ethel Rosenberg and Warhol shooter Valerie Solanas. In 1957, Dorothy Day, founder of the Catholic Worker movement, spent thirty days there for staying on the street during a civil defense air raid drill. Her ban-the-bomb supporters picketed outside every day from noon to two; the Times called them “possibly the most peaceful pickets in the city.”

Despite its bland exterior, the House of D made its presence very known in the neighborhood through the daily ritual of inmates yelling out the windows or down from the exercise area on the roof to the boyfriends, girlfriends, dealers and pimps perpetually loitering on the Greenwich Avenue sidewalk – a carnivalesque Village tradition for almost forty years. Waters first caught the spectacle in the early 1960s. “It was amazing. No one can ever imagine what that was like. All the hookers would be screaming out the windows, ‘Hey Jimbo!’ And all the pimps would be down on the sidewalk yelling stuff.” Writer and film producer Jeremiah Newton initially encountered it at around the same time. “It was this huge, monolithic building, looking like the building the Morlocks dragged the Time Machine into, and the girls were always yelling down, screaming obscenities and throwing things out the window. It was the biggest building there. I sat on a stoop watching the people walk by. I’d never seen anything quite like it before.” The Village writer Grace Paley lived near the facility in the 1950s and 1960s, and walked her kids past it regularly. She wrote that “we would often have to thread our way through whole families calling up – bellowing, screaming up to the third, seventh, tenth floor, to figures, shadows behind bars and screened windows, How you feeling? Here’s Glena. She got big. Mami mami, you like my dress? We gettin you out baby. New lawyer come by.”

Women arrested at antiwar rallies during the Vietnam era found themselves locked up in the House of D with the hookers, junkies, crazies and butch lesbians. On Saturday, February 20 1965, two eighteen-year-old college students, Lisa Goldrosen of Bard and Andrea Dworkin of Bennington, were arrested during an antiwar protest at the UN and sent to the House of D. There, they later testified, they were brutally mistreated and humiliated by male doctors “examining” them for venereal diseases, and forced constantly to fend off the rough advances of other inmates. They were not allowed to use a telephone until Monday. That March, the New York Post ran an exposé based on their testimony. They didn’t experience anything other women hadn’t for thirty years by then, but in the 1960s those other inmates were overwhelmingly poor black and Hispanic women. Dworkin and Goldrosen were white, middle-class college coeds. As so often happens, that’s what it took to generate public outrage.

When Grace Paley herself was arrested at another war protest some months later, she was detained in the facility. Conditions had slightly improved in light of the outcry the Post had stirred up. Paley had been arrested before at antiwar protests, but it had always resulted in at worst overnight stays. This time a judge threw the book at her and gave her six days. “He thought I was old enough to know better,” she later wrote, “a forty-five year old woman, a mother and teacher. I ought to be too busy to waste time on causes I couldn’t possibly understand.” At least she could look out her cell window and watch her kids walking to school.

In October 1970, Angela Davis was arrested in the Howard Johnson Motor Lodge at Eighth Avenue and Fifty-First Street and taken to the House of D. It was not her first time in Greenwich Village. She was born in 1944 in Birmingham, Alabama, where her father was a car mechanic and her mother was a teacher and a civil rights activist. They lived in a black neighborhood called Dynamite Hill because the Klan had firebombed so many homes there. With help from the American Friends, she and her mother moved to New York, where her mother studied for her Masters at NYU while Angela attended Elisabeth Irwin High School in the Village. She went on to study philosophy at Brandeis, the Sorbonne, and at the University of California, earning her Ph.D. One of her teachers was Herbert Marcuse. By the late 1960s she was an avowed Communist, a member of the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee and affiliated with the Black Panthers. She lectured in philosophy at UCLA until 1969, when her Communist and radical affiliations got her fired.

In August of 1970 a black teen named Jonathan Jackson took over a Marin County courtroom and demanded the release of his older brother, Panther member George Jackson, from nearby Soledad prison. He took the judge, the district attorney and three jurors hostage. In the attempted getaway, Jackson, the judge and one other person were shot and killed. When police discovered that Davis, who knew George Jackson, was the registered owner of Jonathan’s weapon, she was charged as an accomplice to murder, a capital crime in California. She fled the state, which put her on the FBI’s most wanted list. A beautiful twenty-six-year-old with a huge and magnificent Afro, she became a global pop star of the revolution a la Che Guevara. When the FBI arrested her she’d spent a few days walking openly in Times Square, unrecognized because she’d slicked down the Afro and dressed like an office worker.

Within thirty minutes of her being locked up in the House of D a crowd of protesters began to gather outside the monolith, chanting; prisoners stood in their windows and chanted along, their fists raised. The NYPD sent a Tactical Defense Force unit – riot police – and House of D officials turned off all the lights inside, hoping to quiet things down. Instead, women set small fires in their cells, and demonstrators cheered the flickerings in the windows. They dispersed without major incident. Placed in isolation, Davis went on a ten-day hunger strike. She spent nine weeks in the facility while fighting extradition to California, where, she was quite convinced, she’d be convicted and put to death. In fact she would be acquitted of all charges in a San Francisco courtroom in 1972, after spending eighteen months behind bars.

Davis was the facility’s last celebrity tenant. Through the 1950s and 1960s, Greenwich Village civic and neighborhood groups had constantly called for the facility to be removed to some location more appropriate, which is to say far away from where they lived and walked their children to school. More liberal souls in the neighborhood thought it should stay, fearing that if the women were shifted to some more isolated location they might be all the more easily mistreated. Before he wrote the hit Broadway musicals Hello, Dolly! and La Cage aux Folles, Villager Jerry Herman wrote a satirical revue called Parade, which included a song about the House of D controversy:

Don’t tear down the House of Detention

Keep her and shield her from all who wish her harm

Don’t tear down the House of Detention

Cornerstone of Greenwich Village charm…

So I say fie, fie to the cynic

Know that there’s love in these hallowed walls of brown

There’s love in the laundry, there’s love in the showers,

There’s love in the clinic

'Twas built with love, my lovely house in town

Save the tramp, the pusher and the souse

Would you trade love for an apartment house?

Dworkin and Goldrosen’s testimony before a commission studying conditions at the House of D helped lead to its being shut down in 1971. Inmates were moved to a new facility on Rikers Island. After some debate about possible new uses for the Village monolith, it was simply torn down in 1973. The site is now a small, fenced-in garden. In 1974 Tom Eyen’s spoofy play Women Behind Bars, set in the House of D in the 1950s, premiered. John Waters’ star Divine performed in a later production.

by John Strausbaugh

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Emjen’s 2020 Fic Roundup

So...it’s 2021. I didn’t do much in 2020, but I did write a lot of fanfic. Here’s a list

(before you ask, yes, I’m too lazy to write a real intro.)

Total Published Word Count: 158,525

Total Published Works: 32

January

What are words? Six of Crows Rating: Teen Category: Gen 8,012 words (completed, parts 4/5 posted in 2019) Kaz/Inej, Jesper/Wylan, Nina, OCs [Fightingverse] Five conversations which took place before Maxim Vasilyev came to Ketterdam.

February

Baby, I’m not made of stone, it hurts Peaky Blinders Rating: Mature Category: “Shippy” 22,640 words Tommy, Tommy/Alfie, Tommy/Grace, Tommy/Greta, Tommy/Freddie, Ada, Mary, Polly, Lizzie Written for AroWriMo Things with the Russians and Section D had started bad and ended worse, and that was before Polly, Arthur, John, and Michael went and got fucking arrested. Or Tommy Shelby grapples with loneliness, guilt, health issues, and romantic orientation in the aftermath of s3.

March

I’ve been here before Peaky Blinders Rating: Teen Category: Gen 9,516 words Tommy, William Letso, Freddie, Johnny Dogs (But always hit the floor) Or the unhappy relationship of Tommy Shelby and tunneling

Bedlam Six of Crows Rating: Teen Category: Mostly Gen 1,730 words Nina/Matthias, Kaz The one in which the auction scheme goes terribly wrong. Written for the prompt "You're shaking" on Tumblr.

And I was thrashing on the line Six of Crows Rating: Teen Category: Gen 9,700 words Roeder, Kaz [Fightingverse] Of all the people in Ketterdam, Roeder was probably the last one who would be expected to end up running with one of the Barrel’s most infamous gangs. Or Roeder's fic.

Clippings Peaky Blinders Rating: Teen Category: Gen 3,891 words Tommy, Ada, Karl Ada gives Tommy a haircut. Heavy things are discussed.

Vast, Vulgar, and Meretricious Beauty Peaky Blinders Rating: Teen Category: Shippy 3,308 words Michael/Gina, Tommy Pre-s5. Michael Gray tries to get the girl, wastes a lot of money, and comes to blows with his paranoid and over-controlling older cousin.

May

Picnics and Bonfires The Raven Cycle Rating: Teen Category: Shippy with some Gen 3,671 words Blue/Gansey, Ronan/Adam, Henry, Declan, Matthew Written for TRC Spring Fling The day before Blue, Henry and Gansey leave for their roadtrip, the Gangsey gathers at the Barns.

When I watch the world burn Peaky Blinders Rating: Mature Category: Gen 7,597 words Tommy, Frances [Doom Days] Someone follows Tommy out into the field at the end of 5x06. It’s the last person you’d expect.

Needing Help Six of Crows Rating: Teen Category: Gen 1,128 words Kaz, Colm Colm Fahey attempts to "dad" Kaz. It goes about as badly as you'd expect.

June

Live-streaming the final days of Rome Peaky Blinders Rating: Mature Category: Gen 5,736 words Tommy/Lizzie, Jessie, Ada, Mosley [Doom Days] Tommy Shelby was running late. Or Tommy Shelby returns to London post-s5.

I think that things will change but I'm losing my belief Peaky Blinders Rating: Mature Category: Gen 4,300 words (incomplete, 3/4 parts posted) Tommy, Polly Written for Peaky Blinders Prompt Fest--Spring 2020 Tommy and Polly through the ages. Or how to destroy your relationship with your aunt in four easy steps.

July

Again Peaky Blinders Rating: Teen Category: Shippy 795 words Tommy/Lizzie Written for Peaky Blinders Rarepair Bingo Tommy rolled over. Again. Or Tommy and Lizzie mostly fail at this sharing a bed thing. Written for the 2020 Peaky Blinders Rarepair Bingo answering the prompt: "Sharing a Bed/There Was Only One Bed."

August

So I put my phone down / Fall into the night with you Peaky Blinders Rating: Mature Category: Shippy and Gen 4,954 words Tommy/Lizzie, Polly, Michael, Frances [Doom Days] Lizzie goes to the Midland Hotel for a report on Michael and Gina and everything that happens afterwards.

Screaming Star Trek 2009 Rating: Teen Category: Gen 595 words Spock Humans say that Vulcans have no emotions. They’re wrong.

Beginnings and Meetings The Raven Cycle Rating: Teen Category: Gen 2,463 words Gansey Written for Gansey Week Everything starts somewhere. Or Gansey Week 2020.

Well That Was Unexpected Peaky Blinders Rating: Teen Category: Gen 725 words Tommy, John, Polly, John/Martha, Tommy/Greta Written for Peaky Blinders Appreciation Week “I’m getting married,” John announced. Or John has a history of unexpected and hasty marriage proposals. Written for Peaky Blinders Appreciation Week Day 1: Pre-canon / The Great War.

September

I think I've seen this film before / And I didn't like the ending Peaky Blinders Rating: Teen Category: “Shippy” 1,272 words Arthur/Linda, Tommy, Linda’s Mother Written for Peaky Blinders Appreciation Week The truly awful thing about life, Linda was realizing, was that somehow, despite your best intentions it always ended up coming full circle. Or the tradition of Linda Shelby’s life. Written for Peaky Blinders Appreciation Week Day 2: Tradition.

A Train to Catch Peaky Blinders Rating: Teen Category: Gen 628 words Tommy, Johnny Dogs Written for Peaky Blinders Appreciation Week "I need to get some sleep" Or Tommy after the meeting with Madame Boswell. Written for Peaky Blinders Appreciation Week Day 3: Nature/Animals.

Oh, Lazarus, how did your debts get paid? Peaky Blinders Rating: Teen Category: Gen 789 words Tommy, Polly Written for Peaky Blinders Appreciation Week “Bold move faking Arthur’s death without telling the rest of the family,” Polly said. “Even bolder to assume I would go along with it.” Or Tommy and Polly meet to talk strategy after Arthur's "death." Written for Peaky Blinders Appreciation Week Day 4: Missing Moments.

Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer Peaky Blinders Rating: Teen Category: Gen 823 words Tommy, Jessie Written for Peaky Blinders Appreciation Week “You look tired,” Jessie Eden says. Or Tommy and Jessie have a late night business meeting. Written for Peaky Blinders Appreciation Week Day 5: Business.

It doesn't even matter how hard you try Peaky Blinders Rating: Teen Category: Gen 1,131 words Tommy, Ada Written for Peaky Blinders Appreciation Week It was fall. The seasons were just starting to really change and Tommy had had a migraine for days on end when he finally gave into Ada’s pleas to see a doctor. Or where the laudanum came from. Written for Peaky Blinders Appreciation Week Day 6: Seasons.

I'm here in your doorway Peaky Blinders Rating: Teen Category: Gen 2,717 words Charlie, Ruby, Tommy, Ada Written for Peaky Blinders Appreciation Week [Never Tell Our Business to Strangers] Ruby was supposed to meet him in their father’s Parliament office. She wasn’t there. Or Charlie Shelby in 1938. Written for Peaky Blinders Appreciation Week Day 7: Family.

Plots and Power The Folk of the Fair Rating: Teen Category: Shippy 755 words Cardan/Jude “You said that you wanted Oak crowned king.” Cardan hissed in her ear. Or Jude and Cardan after Cardan's coronation. Written for the prompt "I lied" on Tumblr.

October

Something to Eat The Raven Cycle Rating: Teen Category: Shippy 803 words Ronan/Adam Ronan and Adam stop by Monmouth on their way to Cabeswater. Written for the prompt "Want something to eat?” on Tumblr.

Teleporting Cows The Raven Cycle Rating: General Category: Shippy 706 words Ronan/Adam Something unexpected happens one morning at the Barns. Written for the prompt "It was an accident." on tumblr.

Untitled Declan-Centric Pacific Rim Crossover The Raven Cycle/Pacific Rim Rating: Teen Category: Gen 2,928 words (unfinished WIP, not written in 2020) Declan, Matthew Posted for the Good Intentions Abandoned WIP Fest Declan Lynch lied his way through the psych eval needed to get himself cleared to pilot after Niall Lynch's death, and he has pretty sure that anyone could have called him out on it, but no one ever did. This is an unfinished, abandoned work being posted as part of the Good Intentions Abandoned WIP Fest.

Untitled Curse Workers Fic Curse Workers Rating: Teen Category: Gen 1,408 words (unfinished WIP, not written in 2020) Cassel, Philip, Barron, Grandad, Sam, Daneca Posted for the Good Intentions Abandoned WIP Fest Cassel's plans go awry, but fortunately someone arrives to rescue him. This is an unfinished, abandoned work being posted as part of the Good Intentions Abandoned WIP Fest.

Fault Six of Crows Rating: Teen Category: Gen 699 words Kaz, Matthias Kaz was making his way down below the deck of Ferolind when someone tackled him off the bottom rung of the stairs. His shoulder slammed hard into the wall. A warm, sickening hand was pressed against this throat, the thumb and forefinger pressing along each side of his larynx. Written for the prompt “Stop being so difficult.” on Tumblr

November

I know you inside and out Peaky Blinders Rating: Teen Category: Shippy and Gen 3,053 words Tommy/Lizzie, Ruby Written for Peaky Blinders Rarepair Bingo [Never Tell Our Business To Strangers] Tommy ends up in the hospital. Written for the prompts "Marriage" and "I’m trying to save your life."

December

Find somewhere the bad days / Don't come as often in this sad phase Peaky Blinders Rating: Teen Category: Gen 1,104 words Tommy, Ada Written for Peaky Blinders 12 Days Holiday Challenge The morning after John’s funeral they finally celebrate Christmas. Written for prompt 9 of the Peaky Blinders 12 Days Holiday Challenge: Fete.

Like a bridge over troubled water Peaky Blinders Rating: Mature Category: Mostly Gen 7,097 words (incomplete, part 1/2 posted) Tommy/Grace, Ada, Polly, Campbell Written for Peaky Blinders 12 Days Holiday Challenge It was a bit odd, that after everything else that had changed about their lives, the family’s Christmas routine hadn’t changed at all. Or Tommy tries to make it through his first holiday season after Grace's death.

#fanfiction #2020 fanfic breakdown

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More assorted opinions (to add) on Mando Ep5 to conclude the madness

I think this is an episode where geography/ethnicity has a heavier hand in your reception than other episodes: the Asian landscape, the Japanese theatre influence, and the cursed fight choreography.

this episode looks better in stills than moving. Yet the director is exactly responsible for the flow.

poor juggling between catering for the large crowd of fresh audience versus easter-egg level of consolation reward to animation stans, that reflects in visual and script

A formal address of accuracy vs. *stunts purpose & health*

the sensibility of The Mandalorian becoming its self-sustaining miniverse versus the out-of-place sentiment of they massacred my daughter and the real-world ramifications of her usage.

concerns for future storytelling directions of the entire Star Wars franchise

can i really bear a blow-to-blow evaluation of how ooc it is, and back up my own statement about ‘she moves more like anakin or obi-wan than herself’

I’d love to tear down the ‘why can’t we just enjoy ahsoka finally in live-action’ crowd but i’m gonna gatekeep right here because i haven’t seen them appreciating ahsoka in animation before last friday. If you truly understand Ahsoka you’ll know animation is the best medium. so I’m really pinpointing the word ‘finally’ here. But yes, please enjoy with free conscience if you like it. and let us be concerned for the ramifications shall such lack of care is well-received.

Post date: [4/12/2020 23:37-0:11]

It’s been a week and I’ve caught reviews where I want to. Hearing others’ views has helped me particularly this week, so I’ll be addressing the first point on geography.

I hadn’t paid much attention to the nationalities of people/mutual on here before, but I do find some gravitation of opinions in particular to the direction of this episode. Sure the bigger fish is the racial representation, then there’s the hardware of a caricature Chinatown, and the software of unimpressive choreography.

I feel like I keep repeating myself on this but I’m gonna keep writing here albeit again anyway. When you have such hardware issue glaring at you, it’s kinda hard to immerse oneself into this half make-believe world. (y’know, instead of a full, animated one). Every production slip-up is gonna remind you a corporation is behind this and they didn’t do their research to the best they could.

But the actual problem. Bedlam summed it up very well in her post and I, as part of the majority in terms of ethnicity, don’t carry the same weight on such experiences. I only knew, something was up but I couldn’t imagine growing up with that image. It is certainly something that bothers me, but it’s still a distant annoyance instead of a source of constant frustration.

The Walled City by itself feels very small? What resources are the Magistrate trying to rip anyway? What gain is there to control this city? Why is one Jedi able to besiege to whole army of them? The basic setup already lack sense. I watched a pair of local dudebros breaking down the episode today. Ironically, the breakdown is longer than the episode itself. It did shed light on why the fight scenes are so ooc for Ahsoka: She has two swords, but she’s slashing them in parallel instead of delegating defense and attack.

We’ve seen parallel slashing before, most notably against Vader (a much larger opponent) as she leaps to slash his mask. I’m not sure I can recall a second occasion. They were right in that the three consecutive parallel moves made her attack cumbersome, and very predictable. Not to mention there was barely any reason for Ahsoka to sneak up on an armour she would recognize, and one with a baby, in the first place.

The dudebros also mentioned her fighting style wasn’t “Jedi-like”, as in comprised of sneak attacks and shadows in the mist, much more like a classic lady wuxia. I’m not so sure about this comment because I’m not quite sure what “Jedi-like” is supposed to be the first place. I think they meant chivalry? as in announcing your attacks and wishes and posing? Well I’m more interested in how during the opening scene, she was all sneak around and ruthless and efficient, but it’s suddenly an honour duel with the Magistrate as she’s about to finish the job?

The one thing I really wanna discuss is ‘Regression’. I hadn’t put my pen down then about whether I’d deem this incarnation a ‘regression’ of Ahsoka’s character. I’ve now decided it’s not too harsh a comment to pass. When we last saw her in Rebels epilogue, technically she didn’t have a character. It was only the white robe and a distant gaze that convey her wiser years. But we also knew exactly what landed her in that Gandalf role - her confrontation with Vader and her journey through A World Between Worlds. We knew she made a promise and keeps it. From that point, you’d want to ask more questions about her. I didn’t get any of that from this character. There’s nothing Ahsoka does this episode that cannot be accomplished by any other Jedi. I call it a regression, because once again, we’re only shown one facet of this person, instead of being drawn into wanting more of her story.

The confusion surrounds the logistics of why she is liberating towns, or her connections to Bo-Katan, instead of the mystery of her (lack of) growth. While we’re here, it is unbelievable they used Bo-Katan as the informant, but did not mention Ahsoka’s role in Mandalorian history at all. That, would’ve been what I’m more interested in exploring, because we’ve all seen (not enough of) her exploring the Force before (and the Mando show is not the right stage), but her aid in the Siege of Mandalore and the Clone War should’ve been what connected her personally to Din! They’ve both survived the Clone War, and saw how civil war damaged Mandalore, they should’ve been discussing that, and Ahsoka providing an alternative picture to what audience has been shown ‘Mandalorian’ in TCW/Rebels before. If only they’ve taken this path, Ahsoka’s character would progress in a new perspective, instead of circling back to a cat warrior. :(

#m5 madness #myechoes #t'day's been a slow day huh #i think i wrote at least 6000 words on this topic both languages combined #(on top of the hours i spent screaming into my phone)#add later maybe #maybe

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bedlamsbard · 8 months

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remind me to sit down some day and talk about how the current iterations of the MCU and Star Wars fed off each other 2008-2023, because they did develop in parallel and even before they were both under the Disney umbrella both of them kind of took the wrong lessons from each other. there's a lot of casual throwing around of "the MCUification of Star Wars (or fandom in general)" but that's not exactly what happened, and we're also now seeing it feed the other way.

(the Favreauloni 'verse is not the MCUification of Star Wars, it's the TCWification of Star Wars, and the thing you need to understand is that TCW S1-6 was a freak of nature as far as storytelling goes and it is near-impossible to replicate.)

#I will die on the hill of mcu phase 1 being a marvel (no pun intended) of film storytelling #we are jaded now but what it did? unparalleled in film.#I also still owe a post about catws and r1 occupying the same ecological niche in their respective fandoms #okay I think my brain's starting to work again #bedlam watches star wars #bedlam watches the mcu

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dying-suffering-french-stalkers · 4 years

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Thanks for the tag, @woodsydynamite!!

Favourite colour: I love most jewel tones, but I’m quite fond of the purple I have as a secondary color on my mobile theme. Honestly it’s really cool that the ace flag was tailored specifically to me,

Last song I listened to: I put on a Marty Robbins album in the car on Friday and the last track I listened to was “Cool Water”.

Last film I watched: While You Were Sleeping, which is not at all my usual fare but in my defense: 1) my beloved housemates chose it, 2) we were all varying levels of drunk, and 3) it was cuter than I anticipated.

Last TV show I watched: Shark Tank, which, again, not something I would have chosen (it stresses me tf out) but my housemates love it. That aside, I rewatched a few episodes of Berserk (1997) yesterday morning.

Favourite characters: ye olde scroll unroll gif Dunban and Dickson (Xenoblade), Catra (She-Ra), Raphael (The Bedlam Stacks), Elizabeth Swann and James Norrington (Pirates of the Caribbean), Hawkeye Pierce (M*A*S*H), Mara Jade and Ahsoka Tano (Star Wars), Inigo Montoya (The Princess Bride), Pierre Bezukhov (Great Comet; I haven’t read W&P lol), Grantaire, Javert, and Jean Valjean (Les Misérables), Avatar Korra (The Legend of Korra), Christine, Raoul, and Erik (The Phantom of the Opera), T.E. Lawrence and Sherif Ali (Lawrence of Arabia), Cassius (Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar)...the list goes on

Pets: In my new house, I have my housemates’ Shih Tzu; back in my parents’ house, I have a black lab mix and a grey tabby cat.

Sweet, savoury, or spicy food: Yes

Sparkling water, tea, or coffee: Coffee

I tag: Anyone who wants to do it; just say I tagged you!

#about the blogger

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boneandfur · 4 years

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CHAPTER FIVE

Briar is startled from her toilette by a knock at the door. Perhaps it is the maid. But when she opens the door, Lisette stands there in the empty hallway, a shy smile upon her face.

"May I come in?" In her arms is something shimmering and blue, and not without some trepidation, Briar opens the door all the way. "Only, I thought you might not have another dress to wear to dinner."

Briar crosses the room, she opens her trunk. Inside are all the dresses of her Ruin, before Marlcaster tired of her company. Strawberry and cream, the night he took her to Drury Lane to see Cendrillion. Gold and green, like a charm, when she took him to meet her mother. And that last dress, the one she had taken away and burned, it is not here -- and yet the space where it should be still haunts her. She will never forget that dress. Instead, she turns her gaze to the one that Lisette has draped across the bed.

Blue for a spring sky, like the year she came to Edgewater. Blue for his eyes, the man who seduced her and swore she owned his heart. Blue, for the velvet curtains of the coach that carried her away that night from Drury Lane... And blue, for Mother's Ruin.

"Whatever is wrong?" Lisette touches Briar's shoulder, and Briar dashes the tears away with the heel of her hand.

"Nothing, it's nothing." Briar turns her face away from the dress, imagining Marlcaster's face were he to see her come down the stairs in it.

And then she is pulling it over her head, Lisette doing up the impossibly tiny pearl buttons, Zat man will be over zee moon to see you in zis, Miss Daly!

Their hair curled, they sweep from the room, giggling behind their fans to see the gentlemen waiting at the bottom of the stairs for dinner -- Prince Hamid, in full Ottoman regalia, complete with fez and gold braid -- Lord Maximilian in splendid military uniform, sweeping off his cap as he sees Lisette begin to descend the stair -- Mr Sinclaire, in full dinner dress, the dapper country squire, his wife in last year's fashion, sullen and pale at his side -- and Marlcaster, Marlcaster --

"Ned! Is it not the most wonderful dress you have ever seen?" At the top of the stair, Rosamund twirls around and around, giddy as a young girl, clad in a dress of green and bronze to set off her pale hair -- a peasant girl's dress, but for the intricate silver embroidery, the illusion of a bird of paradise fanning its wings across her bronze striped skirts.

Rosamund flips open her fan, half-hiding her face behind it in coquetry, and flicks her eyes at Lisette and Briar, as though to put them in their place -- for how could a falling star or a common weed ever hope compete with the Rose of the World, or dare to?

Briar looks at Marlcaster, willing him to look at her, to look at the dress, to remember -- but the space between them feels even further than before, the length between them that of the Hellespont, only without a light to pierce the darkness. And she is drowning, drowning, like proud Hero -- swept under the waves by the riptide, her former lover's eyes full of Lady Rosamund -- like the night at the theater, when she had watched them from the pit, then as now Marlcaster watching Rosamund like a man bespelled, fan fluttering to her lips.

Kiss me.

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"So, Cousin, where is this delicacy you promised us?" Rosamund dabs her mouth, looking pointedly at Maximilian. Her cousin is holding court at the center of the table, Lisette at his side, as though the two of them are duke and duchess, and every guest at the table moths attracted to their court of light. Marlcaster touches Rosamund's knee under the table with his hand, and when she presses her own against it, he laces his fingers with hers, holding them firmly.

No one else in the company notices the way that she seems to have faded tonight, like a flower pressed for many years between sheets of onion skin, but Marlcaster understands, or thinks he does. He lifts Rosamund's hand, pressing his lips to the back of it, and feels Briar's eyes drilling holes into the back of his head, all the way down from the end of the table.

Maximilian raises his glass, and Marlcaster sees Rosamund wince as her cousin empties his fifth bottle of the night. If Maximilian's eyes are wilder than they were the night before, or if he has come back from that little curio shop a changed man, Marlcaster cannot say. After all, he does not know the Cousin Maximilian who went away to war a lad of barely fourteen, following the beat of the drum.

But I have lost a brother, too.

"Mr Woods!" Maximilian bellows, tossing his napkin on the table. "Bring me the delicacy!"

Woods flicks an unreadable look in Rosamund's direction, and at her subtle nod, inclines his head to Maximilian. "My lord."

Sinclaire peers at Rosamund, and upon seeing Marlcaster's hand laced through hers, a dull red flush begins to creep up his neck. "Lady Rosamund?"

"If I may have your attention, please!" Maximilian clears his throat. "Lisette, will you set the tempo?"

Lisette presses her lips together, as though struggling to hold back a smile, and begins to drum her delicate hands on the table. It is a marching song, it is the beat of a war drum, it is a fife and the sound of a thousand boots marching, marching, marching, across the continent, all the way to the gates of hell, from which there is no return. It is a sound that Marlcaster has never heard, and yet it stirs him to his very core. He is on his feet before he knows it, and when Maximilian draws out his bayonet, the sound of naked steel ringing in the dining room, Marlcaster is somehow unsurprised to find his sword in his hand as well.

"Atten-tion!" Maximilian bellows, and throws open the door.

Hamid lets out a ululating war cry that causes Felicity Sinclaire to shriek and swoon, though once no one makes a move to revive her, least of all her own husband, who is hovering protectively near Rosamund. With a growl, Marlcaster shoves him out of the way, the two of them only halted from coming to blows by Maximilian's sharp whistle.

The men snap apart, like the tin soldiers that Harry used to set up on the nursery windowsill, facing in different directions.

"That would have killed you at Quatre Bras, sirs!" Maximilian's eyes shine with a wild light, and when Lisette lays a hand on his arm, he bares his teeth in a snarl. Stained red with wine, he could be any madman on show at Bedlam, and Marlcaster recoils at the look on Maximilian's face, wondering just what kind of wolf Rosamund has let in through her front door.

"Behold, the Kraken." Woods' dry, sarcastic wit is utterly at odds with the mood in the room as he and the first footman struggle through the door, laden with a tentacled creature in a bowl. "Watch out, it's a feisty one." They dump it on the table with a flourish, then back away, the footman not fast enough, drawing back his hand with a cry of alarm where it has bitten him.

"Huzzah!" Hamid cries, breaking into applause. "Mrs Sinclaire, look!"

Felicity miraculously revives from her swoon, simpering and fluttering her lashes. "But what is it?"

Maximilian brandishes his bayonet. "Behold, the symbol of Rams Forge, the fearsome Kraken!"

The Kraken begins slithering down the table at a fearsome pace, leaving a trail of slime behind it. Rosamund screams, flattening herself against her chair, and as Marlcaster and Sinclaire duel to be the first to come to her aid, Maximilian leaps up on the table, sweeping the cutlery from side to side with his blade as he stalks the creature, which has wrapped itself around one of the champagne bottles and is busy trying to pop the cork.

"Don't 'urt it, Maximilian!" Lisette's accent thickens as she stands up in her chair, stepping on the table, which gives a shuddering groan. Maximilian pays no attention, looming over the Kraken, his bayonet poised and ready.

"To your positions, men!" Maximilian thunders, and the room goes so still you could hear a pin drop.

The Kraken pops the cork, and as champagne shoots into the air, the room explodes in chaos.

Felicity swoons into Hamid's arms, and this time he catches her, a tiny smile upon her lips as he fans her face with a napkin, pulling her out of the way of the table. Briar is pressed up against the wall next to Woods and the footman, the three of them gazing out across the smashed china and crystal that litters the floor with matching expressions of utter dismay. The kraken has taken advantage of the distraction to snatch Maximilian's bayonet, and is swinging it in the air. Marlcaster takes one look at the octopus as it swings the bayonet towards Rosamund, and without thinking twice, steps forward, not feeling the tip of Sinclaire's blade as it slices him across the chest, and stabs the creature dead.

Part Two of Chapter Five coming soon!

Tag list in comments. Sorry about the long post, everyone but I'm posting from mobile.

#rosemary lane #my fic #desire & decorum fic #marlcaster x mc #long post

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oldshowbiz · 4 years

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Red Skelton got his start in the early 1930s as an emcee of dance marathons like those depicted in Horace McCoy’s They Shoot Horses Don’t They? The same circuit featured future stand-ups Lord Buckley and Harry Jarkey.

“Red Skelton was working the walk-a-thons all over the United States,” recalled Jarkey. “Everything was off the cuff. We worked in shifts. One emcee would work from six to twelve and then another guy would go on from twelve to six. From six in the evening to twelve – they were wide awake. After that it became sparsely attended. People just came in to visit and help keep the people awake that were participating in the walk-a-thon. You’d be talking sometimes just to yourself.”

Clocking an incredible number of hours, Skelton became a comedy veteran while still a young man. Skelton toured army bases during World War Two. One of his future writers, Bob Schiller, was in the army at the time. “He came and entertained us. Nobody paid any attention to him. It was awful. Embarrassing comic. Very childish, very primitive, embarrassingly primitive.”

He didn’t appeal to the highbrows, but he found a wide audience with middle America, starring in several MGM motion pictures, hit radio programs, and most importantly, a long-running CBS Television series. He was considered a gifted pantomimist with a knack for physical comedy. He gave full commitment to physical shtick, so much so that he needed a plastic diaphragm surgically placed in his body after years of pratfalls had destroyed his insides.

He was among the wealthiest comedians in the country, commanding an astounding twenty-five thousand dollars a week to play Las Vegas in the 1950s. TV Guide published a survey of Skelton’s demographics. He was most popular in homes with an income of less than five thousand dollars and those with a grade school education. Half of those surveyed with a college education didn’t even know who he was.

To the public he was the God and country comedian. He recorded a best-selling version of the Pledge of Allegiance and told reporters that he read the bible every night before bed. But his friends and colleagues in showbiz knew better.

Within the halls of CBS Television City, the rehearsals for The Red Skelton Show were more popular than the program itself. Skelton loved to horse around, inserting “fuck,” “shit,” and “motherfucker” into sketches at random. Employees crowded the soundstage to watch the bedlam. “Those were legendary dress rehearsals,” says comedienne Pat Carroll. “People would come from all over the building because they were filthy. Martha Raye was the only woman who could stand toe to toe with him and match him filth for filth. They were both hysterically funny ... He was a naughty, naughty man, but God was he funny. Red knew it and he played to it. The place was jammed. You couldn’t find a seat if you came in late. People came in from the other side of town for those dress rehearsals. There was nothing too filthy. It was called the Dirty Hour.”

It was the antithesis of the image he sold to the public. “The minute he was on air he was pure clown, real pure clown,” said comic actor Marty Ingels. “But if you went to dinner with him, everything was, ‘Fuck this, fuck that.’”

Television producer George Schlatter was producing a variety series for Judy Garland one soundstage over. “Red Skelton was a phony with all his God bullshit. He ended every show saying, ‘God Bless.’ Then you realize that his dress rehearsal was the filthiest event in town. They did the dirtiest dress rehearsal and then he would go on and do this, ‘God Bless,’ and the country and the flag and all this shit. He was a dirty old man.”

According to an FBI memo, Skelton possessed a huge collection of hardcore pornography: “In October of 1944 during the course of an investigation of a purported ring of obscene motion picture operators in Hollywood, information was received that the best known customers for obscene film in Hollywood were Red Skelton, Lou Costello, and George Raft.”

#Red Skelton

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