#ferrix not fucking around with their funerals

[karpason]

I too wanna have my ashes be used to bash a fascist's head in

#andor #maarva #brasso #ferrix not fucking around with their funerals

[invaderhogtwopointohno]

Andor: A Cut Above

Look I will never stop talking about Andor and my love for Rogue One but I really gotta talk about the power that Andor has in taking the “Doomed By the Narrative” and making a whole fucking meal out of it. We know what happens in Rogue One. We Know. So they don’t have to dance around that. Instead- they put it in our faces. The main theme is the funeral march for Ferrix? The Rebel Symbol is actually the Death Star? The prisoners are literally “a tool of the Imperial War Machine”. “The Rebellion comes first” narrative piece from Cinta, the different degrees that everyone is dedicated to the cause. We don’t even need to know if these characters survive in the next season- the entire point is that the actions of any one character at any one point is a step forward- Nemik’s manifesto insists that there are people “always moving the line forward” whether they know it or not. And that’s the point. The entire show is built around the understanding that Cassian is never going to make it. He is doomed from the start. He just needs to make it to Jyn and Jyn needs to make it to Scarif and the plans need to make it to Leia and then make it to Luke and then make it to the Rebellion. It’s a long line of important steps as we watch the entire universe come together to make it happen because if any one person stops and doesn’t keep moving forward, there is no end of the Empire.

#andor #cassian andor #i have been crying over one way out all damn morning #one way out #star wars #disney #rebelcaptain #jyn erso #I burn my life for a sunrise I will never see #the empire

[rotzaprachim]

    andornatural let’s go andornatural

It was solidly dark and fucking cold by the time he and Jezzy got the kitchen into some kind of working order and all the food boxed up. He helped her heft the leftovers inot her car’s trunk. 

“Help me with the rounds?” She asked, and Cassian knew that this was someone’s olive branch, a chance for him to help out one of the best women he’s ever met with the job of feeding Ferrix’s elderly and homebound. All that help his mother recieved whilst he was out of town, all those deli containers of chili from someone else’s funeral left in her fridge after her fingers got too stiff to really work a can opener. That stuff kept her alive. He knews he’s got to pay it forward, now, to the living, that he’s got nowhere to be right now whilst Jezzy has the double hit of her job teaching twelve year olds about the Dewey decimal system and the funerary mass. He knew that if he helped her now she could be done and home in half the time. 

He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets and looked at the ground. 

“I’m sorry, I - I can’t.” 

Jezzy nodded. “Well, goodnight, then, Cassian. Take care of yourself.” 

She got into her red mazda with the swinging sugar-cookie scented air freshener and drove away into the night. Cassian got back into K. He drove to Brasso’s place first, but the lights were out. Then he drove to Cavo’s, where the lights were not. There wasn’t so much to do in Ferrix past seven P.M if you weren’t into Cavo’s or wandering the aisles of big box stores, so pick your poison. Found Brasso hunched over the bar, continually restabbing a maraschino cherry with a little plastic straw. 

“How are the Rockies fucking this time?” Cassian asked. He reached over to steal a rubbery mozz stick from the basket at Brasso’s elbow. Brasso’s head turned slowly, disbelieving. 

“Jesus christ. Cassian?” 

“Yeah, güey, it’s me.” 

Before he could say or do anything else, Brasso got him pulled him into a true bone-cruncher of a hug. All warm and tender and shit. 

“Cassian, I’m- I’m so sorry for your loss. If there’s anything-” 

“Look- Yeah. Uh, thanks. Yeah there’s something I need you to help me with, actually. 

Brasso’s face twisted, and Cassian felt the wave of shame all over again that his own fucking mother is dead and what he’s doing is what he’s always done. Needle around looking for favours. But he has an oath to follow, a creed, a promise to his culture and Maarva’s that he made so long ago and sealed in the flame. When a hunter died, there were rules. 

“I need you to help me go steal Ma’s body out of the recc center.”

#monster ballads and the stations of the cross #anyway fun fact i arrived at uni two and a half hours early so time for andornatural