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ultrabean · 9 months
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breathe deep, seek peace.
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darth-memes · 2 years
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petals42 · 1 year
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okay but ANDOR you guys.
I just watched the last episode (spoilers) and I just cannot get over it. These lines "Remember this. Freedom is a pure idea. It occurs spontaneously and without instruction. Random acts of insurrection are occurring constantly throughout the galaxy. There are whole armies, battalions that have no idea that they've already enlisted in the cause. Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward." from Nemik and then they are proven SO TRUE
Like in the last episode, it really struck me how little Cassian mattered-- okay, obviously he mattered, he saves Bix in the midst of all the chaos and it is his show and i'm obsessed with him so of COURSE my boy mattered but--
But so much of the rebellion is not because of him. he doesn't get a big action star moment or dramatic speech or direct role in the rebellion of Ferrix--tbh, he is less involved than he was in the prison break.
instead his success is directly linked to OTHERS spontaneously deciding to revolt. It's maarva's speech, yes, but it's also the town deciding to have the funeral at noon, like they wanted, instead of the time on their permit; it's them bringing many more than 40 people. it's the boy who made the bomb (who i THINK is the son of the man who was tortured and then hung, apologies for not remembering his name); it's brasso just swinging that brick for all he's worth; it's the man running up to start the anvil/gong sound again and just pushing off the storm trooper who tries to stop him; it's this little chain of rebellions-- literally none at all organized by any kind of higher power or group-- that made it so Cassian could save Bix, and escape to join the rebellion and ITS JUST SO GOOD.
I am just obsessed with this show. i want season 2 out immediately.
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filmap · 3 months
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The Witches Cyril Frankel. 1966
Ruins Bix, Henley-on-Thames, UK See in map
See in imdb
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muguathepapaya · 1 year
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Bix Caleen and Ruescott Melshi on Hoth :)
they totally survived and joined the rebellion around the same time, what are you talking about?
yes that is how you wear braids in the cold ok. If you keep them inside your hat it gets all scratchy and itchy and hot and 0/10 would recommend.
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ravel-ing · 1 year
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Adria Arjona, as Bix, in ANDOR.
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mayhaps-a-blog · 1 year
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There’s absolutely no way it would happen, but you know what would be absolutely hilarious?
Picture the funeral. Maarva surrounded by all of her and Cassian’s old friends. Cinta’s on watch. Vel arrives to assist. Luthen shows up because he just can’t let it go. The ISB is there. Dedra comes in to supervise. They bring Bix along just in case. Syril kriffing Karn is there, because why the kriff not.
Everyone is there, converging on Ferrix, desperate to find Cassian Andor...
Who decides, well, nothing he can do now, and kriffs off to the other side of the galaxy.
The ISB spot Luthen and the Rebels fight back and it’s open revolt on the streets of Ferrix with all three sides (Imperial, Rebel, random Ferrix citizens) screaming “WHERE IS CASSIAN ANDOR?” at each other across the battlefield...
...and meanwhile Cassian is listening to Nemix’s manifesto and making toasts in Maarva’s honor in some dive bar in the Outer Rim, blissfully unaware that his simple existence is causing more problems than the ISB or Rebels have faced in years.
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someinstant · 1 year
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1. My man Brasso is solid as a rock.
2. He respects Bee's grief, and listens to what he needs.
3. He doesn't demand that Bee just get over it. He doesn't demand he come home with him. He stays when Bee asks him to, because droid or not, Bee is a *being* who thinks and feels and is lonely and scared and sad, and Brasso recognizes that.
4. (I do not think that all characters can be Saved Through Romantic Attachment, but: Brasso and Bix. He's so reliable! Understanding! And also willing to chain rent-a-cops' SWAT vans to engine blocks, thus resulting in their destruction! I am just saying that Bix needs a friend. And Brasso is a good one. And also I'd bet he'd be a wonderful romantic partner, if all parties were inclined that way.)
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grayseyebrowscar · 1 month
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freed: blah blah blah blah words and stuff, perchance
bix: you cant just say perchane
freed: yes i can? its a word?
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m0use-brained · 7 months
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uhmmm an au where he stayed in the lab!!! hehe!!! hes so silly billy
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b2emo · 1 year
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- are you okay?
- i don’t know.
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darth-memes · 2 years
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faceofpoe · 6 months
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While I'm here in my Andor feels perusing my fic folder...
This just ended up not working plot-wise in the *cough* rather dubious fic it started from, but I loved it and hated losing it to the discard pile.
In which Luthen is outsmarting Cassian, who he thinks is betraying the rebellion, and then both of them are outsmarted by Bix:
Andor turned up just past nightfall. Less than an hour after the arrival of a passenger shuttle from the capital city at the central docking bay, a wasted detour in an effort to shake off pursuit undoubtedly, and only leaving himself more helpless here and now in the absence of a readily-available ship.
He’d gambled and lost, but Luthen would take no satisfaction in it.
By the time he picked his way down to the corner of the apartment block, the streets plenty thriving and the night still young, Andor had entered the building and left again, and turned the opposite way down the alley, crossing over the next street and continuing down the narrow maintenance route out of sight of the cam.
It was quieter past the next block. Past the clubs and the tapcafs, one last looming set of apartment blocks and opening out into a promenade of sorts, dimly lit path and a lake – artificial, he’d hazard – and a dozen-odd people of varying species enjoying a calm night, mostly in pairs.
Luthen hovered in the shadow of the alleyway, scanning the scene through his monoscope until he caught sight of the solitary figure sitting on a bench along the path, relaxed, waiting, just any other local unwinding after a long day at work, or perhaps just a tourist enjoying a spot of nature off the beaten path.
Once the path was emptied in his relative vicinity, Andor leaned down and pulled the knife from his boot. He rose and strode quickly across the landscaping, ignoring any number of warning displays to stay to the illuminated trail, and made his way to an offset monument, towering obelisk atop a plinth of some sort of marble, surrounded on three sides by a high brick wall behind which Andor disappeared.
Luthen cut across the carefully-maintained ground on quick, quiet footsteps, got close enough to realize that the monument was, in fact, a tomb, the whole space dedicated to some local leader undoubtedly blessed with more ego than inspiration, slowed at the sound of the knife scraping against the brick mortar – trust Andor to find the smallest piece to recall Ferrix in this wholly foreign place – and pulled out his blaster as he rounded the corner.
“That’s quite irreverent, isn’t it?” The breath exploded out of Andor’s lungs all in a heavy sigh, and he just pressed his forehead against the wall in silent defeat. Hands stilling, loose brick half-extracted, knife hanging by the looped handle from his thumb. “It was a good effort. Let’s have it.”
Andor yanked the thing free and dropped it to the ground; reached into the hollow in the wall and pulled out a small bundle. “How did you -?”
“It doesn’t matter.” Luthen stepped up close behind Andor’s back, reached around and down his hip to relieve him of his usual weapon. He slid it into his own cloak, grabbed the knife, which he tossed on the ground, and then plucked the hidden bundle from his hand. “Look at me.”
Reluctance written in every taut muscle, in the slow way he yielded to the command, Andor complied. His eyes lingered briefly on the blaster hanging loose in Luthen’s grip, and a strange look flit over his face as he forced his gaze up to meet Luthen’s steadily. Not fear really, a touch of resignation, but something like disappointment at the core.
That look, more than any of the rest, stirred the first anger in Luthen’s gut. Broke the careful detached façade that necessarily accompanied these situations.
Andor was not the first, nor would he be the last; but none of the rest had ever possessed the audacity to think themselves special.
He gave into the rage and frustration, shoved Andor back against the wall. He went without a fight, reacting only with a wince when his head connected with the brick, and oh how Luthen lied to himself, how he wanted him to fight, to push back, to beg, to make this a simpler calculation, an easy shot.
All he got was a thick swallow, audible in the quiet night, Luthen pressed against him and his blaster jammed under his ribs. “You’d kill me for this?”
Luthen seized his jaw in an unyielding grip and forced his face up to his and murmured, “How did you imagine this was going to go?” Andor shrugged a shoulder, as if it were truly a question worth contemplating. Luthen dug his fingers in, until Andor’s eyes tightened with pain. “What alternative outcome could you possibly have envisioned?”
“I suppose,” Andor forced out, “I harbored some hope that-”
He cut off abruptly, eyes widening a moment before Luthen caught the rustle of soft steps in the dirt, and then the whine of a blaster charging.
Luthen released his grip on Andor and held his own blaster out to the side, hanging loose and unthreatening, while he reached into the folds of his cloak for the baton.
“Ah,” a hoarse voice preempted the press of a muzzle against his back. A quick hand reached around and found the grip, tugged it loose.
What an ignominious end, he couldn’t help but mull drily. A surprise to Andor, whatever it was, by the wary stare thrown over his shoulder. “Hey…” he started, but was interrupted by the sound of the metallic ring of the staff extending.
“I always wanted to play with this.”
Luthen blinked and turned and found a familiar face under unfamiliar short-cropped hair smiling up at him in dark amusement. “Bix.”
The smile widened; something manic in her eyes. Unsettling. “You’ve got about two minutes until the sentry patrol loops around this way.” Andor leaned around and snatched the blaster out of her hand; Luthen didn’t even bother moving, caught unawares, realizing just how woefully he’d misunderstood everything happening, and detesting every second of his ignorance. “If you boys want to hurry along and figure out who gets to shoot who.”
Andor yanked the staff away and shoved it back to Luthen, pulling Bix away by an elbow and hissing low, “You shouldn’t be here.”
“Yes, you seemed to be handling things quite well on your own, Cassian.”
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The way that the Ferrix community banded together to take care of Maarva in her last days and after is really sweet. It reminds me of my cultural community during times of mourning.
But that kind of kindness is missing in parts of society. For people like Brasso and Bix to immediately jump into caring for Maarva, without being asked. But because they care for her too.
It is these aspects of culture and community that make them strong. And the empire knows that. Because they want to eliminate diversity and community. They want a unified front that cannot threaten them.
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muguathepapaya · 1 year
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It’s Bix Caleen!
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clonesandjedi · 1 year
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Can we talk about the radicalization of Kino for a moment.
We learn a few things about him through the two episodes he is in.
He runs his room hard, pushes the men hard so that their room is never the last place room. We don't know what happens to the last place room, but considering the last place table gets shocked, we can imagine it would not be good.
He has less then a year left
He believes, when we meet him, that if they keep their heads down and do their work and don't cause trouble then they will be ok and he will get to leave on time
He is responsible for 49 people and every day has to order 7 of them into the box, knowing that they will be hurt and there is nothing that can be done about it.
But if everyone follows the rules, they'll be fine and get out eventually
He believes this, even as the evidence mounts against it until he's told otherwise. He is told that there's no release, only being moved to another level. He watches one of his men die at the hands of the med tech who is given no other options by the circumstances.
And he realizes then, that it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter how little trouble they cause, it doesn't matter how productive they are. They are all disposable and he decides that Cassian has been right.
I can't wait to see how they continue to develop this character.
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