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piratechnics · 9 months
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so unashamedly whipped for this tweet
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rileyclaw · 1 year
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“thanks for what you said back there. you mean a lot to me, too”
“cool. happy to help.”
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outer-stars · 10 months
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you know that one scene??? yeah <3
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ghostinghome · 11 months
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the girlie !!!
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slavhew · 1 year
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You're fine just the way you are. You don't need me anymore.
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soloorganaas · 10 months
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I feel like there have been four main fan reactions to bo-katan on tumblr since season 3 aired
1. she’s a bitch and the show was ruined by making it all about her
2. she was a bitch but now that I can re-interpret her in the role of soft wife and mother I adore her
3. I don’t care I’m just here for the single dad and his green son
4. bo-katan is a lesbian
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blmpff · 5 months
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he's cute, I hope he doesn't die soon
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midnightmurdershow · 7 months
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Channel Zero (2016 – 2018) Season 03 Episode 06 "Sacrifice Zone” Directed by Arkasha Stevenson
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I want to talk about Buffy and Angel's relationship in Ted (and, I guess, Bad Eggs as well, a little). And I think it's a good time to look at them together - for one thing, at this point, post-What's My Line, I think they are definitely in a relationship, rather than the weird murky situation they were in for most of the early season. And in two episodes time, Angel's going to lose his soul - this is basically the peak of their Season 2 relationship, and also of what I see as Angel's pre-'Surprise' arc, of him gradually becoming less of a complete fucking disaster.
So now in Ted, we see them together as boyfriend and girlfriend, and... well, the scene starts with her talking his ear off complaining about Ted and him clearly bored. It's not as bad as it sounds - he's pretty good in this scene, and gives Buffy some sensible advice. (Ignoring the fact that Ted turns out to be abusive and also a robot, which isn't a factor yet.) This might be the first time in the series that Angel actually seems more emotionally mature than Buffy, and he uses that maturity to be a good, supportive boyfriend helping her through her issues...
But...
This is also a scene where Buffy is very much a teenager and Angel very much isn't. (This is also in an episode partly about Buffy's parental issues, which seems relevant to their relationship but I'd like to ignore for ick reasons.) His maturity is an advantage here, but there's also a clear disconnect between them, and that becomes more apparent as Angel gradually works his way towards being a functional person.
Bad Eggs is similar. Again, we see the positive side of their relationship, in the form of fun makeouts, but we also see the shadow of deeper problems in their relationship from a long-term perspective - the fact Angel can't have kids, Buffy's immaturity and inability to think about the future (for both normal teenager and doomed slayer reasons).
I am glad we get this period of them being mostly happy together, of their relationship mostly working - it's not just all-angsty- melodrama-all-the-time, a common failure state for their relationship and for Buffy as a whole. But even at the best of times, the issues in their relationship are always present - not the grand, dramatic problems that are the focus of Season 2, but the mundane issues that are the reason they ultimately break up in Season 3.
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necrosishead · 2 years
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i can’t believe it’s over  (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)
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dollypopup · 11 months
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i think what rubs me the saddest way about the 'pen ghosts colin and makes him grovel for her forgiveness' narrative playing out on screen is that it would just be heartbreaking from Colin's perspective in such a pointed way, but i don't know if it could conclude with any real satisfaction when he's a fleshed out character
i look at colin and i see a lost, lonely person who is trying so hard to fit in and be loved and understand himself, trying to learn and come into his own, never really clicking with much of anyone in a meaningful way, not completely. how so much of charm is people pleasing, wanting to be wanted. how he told Pen that he was starting to really believe that she 'would never forsake' him, how he praised and admired her loyalty, her friendship, how he started to really open up to her. how he told her she inspired him. how grateful he was that she tried to keep him from heartache. how she was one of the few people who didn't talk down to him about discussing his travels, who would listen to him like he listened to her.
and how she will forsake him in that narrative, for one comment, for one action in all the entirety of their friendship. how she will show him, truly solidify, that what he thinks of himself when he's feeling particularly low, that he's empty inside, not worth taking seriously, just a charming mask of a person, that he's not even worth keeping around if he isn't always being as perfect as he can be, is true.
i think this narrative could absolutely be done well! or it could be light if it's played for the bit without delving into colin's character and really only focusing on penelope's. but i want to delve into his character. i crave his perspective, want to know more that shaped him into being who he is. and exploring that, looking into it, the more it feels like that narrative couldn't be played for laughs. it could be gut wrenching, poignant. but it would take time, would have to unfurl. because when someone does that to you, when they decide you aren't worth the effort, the time (for a returned letter, for an explanation or any familiarity, stripped even of a nickname) it's so hard to heal it all. even more so when you were so close.
how he'd always worry about saying anything wrong to her from then. how he'd always have it in the back of his head: is this the one she leaves me for? again? because what if she decides he isn't worth it? she decided once, why not a second time? and, worse: what if she's right to? what if he really never had anything of substance worth holding onto in the first place?
any narrative can be a good narrative, a satisfying romance, if it's written well, if it explores and deepens a character, a connection, if it opens a new facet or shines light onto old ones so they reflect new colors. but i want to know Colin, in it. i don't want it just to serve half a ship's story. i want him to have a perspective, to have a background.
no matter what direction it all goes, what's gonna be done, it should be done in a way that serves the betterment of both their stories
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battii-art · 1 year
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HOW DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING
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the-bi-space-ace · 3 months
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all of the 'place your bets on who dies in S3!!!' stuff is giving me a migraine and a stomach ache
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burymeinblack2022 · 2 years
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UA s3: *dropping literally the next day in a matter of hours*
Netflix: you know what everyone needs rn? ANOTHER stranger things trailer
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pinkhysteria · 6 months
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there's something so sweet about fbj/jatt wanting the people they put on the block to viciously campaign against each other for their entertainment, but it just brings them closer together. 💀 this really stopped the cirie/felicia war, lol.
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“A Future Yet Unknown”
Rating: General Audiences
Type: One-shot
Word Count: 1k+
Summary:
As Din Djarin leaves after consulting with the Armorer in the Covert’s new hideout, someone else stops him on the way out.
Spoilers for s03ep01
Read on AO3 or here:
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“A Future Yet Unknown”
“Then I will see you again,” were Din’s parting words with the Armorer.
That was all Din could believe for himself in that moment. Those were words he reassured himself with, more so than with anyone—that all roads would lead him back to his Covert, one which had sheltered him, cared for him, and taught him how to fight. The Tribe whose lessons helped him measure the odds that both plague and adorn his existence.
This was the home he had ever known, before Grogu, and after.
Din’s shoulders felt heavier from a huge unknown burden. He was walking away once again from this only identity, to go forth and prove himself for a place among his brothers and sisters when he returned. It was fortunate that many have recouped to this planet and were rebuilding in small ways.
He thought he heard another pair of footsteps other than Grogu’s, and Din stilled.
The footsteps were light, yet full of promise. They were also the footsteps of a child.
“H-hello…” said a young voice.
Din turned to face its source.
Grogu had already made his way to the tips of Din’s boots and looked up to follow his father’s helmeted gaze.
A Mandalorian child stood before them, and from the looks of the boy’s helmet, it was newly forged and painted.
Din recognized the child. It was the newly converted young warrior of the Tribe.
Din said nothing. He shouldn’t linger, but he felt compelled to stay a minute longer for this child.
Having sought Din’s attention, it seemed the child grew bolder. His little voice filled the air.
“I—th-thank you. Thank you, mister, for saving us back there with your missiles… sir.”
The child stooped a little, as if unsure. While the boy’s movements were subdued, he appeared very much willing to converse with Din, perhaps not knowing who this silver-clad Mandalorian really was. Din was no longer of the Tribe… at least, for now.
Din couldn’t think of any other reply but to give the boy a wordless nod. He was about to turn heel and exit the cave, but Grogu stood so still. Din stopped to patiently wait for his son to follow suit, as always.
Grogu cooed, encouraged by another child’s friendliness. The boy’s helmet turned to Grogu.
Something like a tiny, delighted laugh escaped the boy’s vocoder.
“I-is he your son, mister?” asked the boy.
Din stood still, said nothing. That was all he was to the Tribe now: a shadow, a ghost.
The child, as Mandalorian children were, was stubborn, but not impudently so.
Grogu cooed again; the boy giggled again.
They seem to be having a conversation which Din didn’t dare come in between. As it was, they truly needed to leave. He was about to call his son’s name when the boy spoke once more.
“What’s your name?” The child was addressing Grogu. The boy tapped his own little chest in a lighthearted gesture. His young voice was filled with awe and a pinched sort of joy. “I know we’re not supposed to tell our names to strangers, but you don’t look like strangers. My name’s Rag—“
“Ad’ika!!!”
A deep voice boomed robustly throughout the cave.
The boy gasped, came to senses as if recovering from a slap and abruptly turned to the one who called him “little one.”
It was Paz Vizsla. The towering blue-clad warrior stood a few paces behind the little boy.
Din noticed the moment where the child tensed. The boy took one last look at him and Grogu before offering Paz a feeble nod. The child dashed off into the farther recesses of the cave.
There was only silence as the two armored men gave each other a stare-down.
Finally, it was Paz who spoke.
“You loiter too long,” the hulking Mandalorian told Din matter-of-factly. Din was both surprised and suspicious that he detected no spite or vitriol in the other man’s tone. “Do what you need to do, but don’t speak to any of our brethren in this Covert while you remain apostate.”
Paz couldn’t even say Din’s name, or address him in any way but that of an estranged brother.
“Paz…” Din began.
“Leave.”
Din felt his heart pound. He needed to know somehow, even if it further risked Paz’s ire.
“That child—is he your foundling?”
Paz’s broad shoulders further bucked. The large Mandalorian bristled and stilled, but said nothing.
Din knew that Paz would not entertain his presence any longer. Din had decided to pick Grogu up instead, cradle his son back to the ship. Grogu fidgeted and his large eyes were filled with an odd, sad light.
He was nearing the lip of the cave when out of nowhere, Paz spoke.
“Ragnar.”
Din held his breath as he turned to face his old friend again.
“My foundling’s name is Ragnar. He has just sworn the Creed.”
Din found a window to let his once-dear friend and comrade know.
“He’s already shown great courage.”
It took a while before Paz nodded. “Yes.”
Grogu’s babbles were a soothing balm to add to this precious moment of one brother communing with the other. Small words that held solemn meaning.
“I saw you, Paz, before I pulled the ship’s trigger on the creature. You went in between Ragnar and harm’s way when that monster loomed too close to him…”
There was a glint in Paz’s visor as its gaze pinned Din with it.
“You had done the same.”
Din felt Grogu’s small claws and soft hands grip his gloved fingers, as if the child understood this terse conversation.
Against his will, Din’s voice broke as he reminded Paz of an adage treasured by all of the Covert: “The foundlings are the future.”
Another beat passed. Paz had punctuated their brief exchange with a long-winded huff. The hulking warrior’s visor landed on Grogu for a while; Paz’s broad frame seemed to relax. Then with bounding footsteps, he walked off into the inner cave, perhaps to rejoin his young clan member.
While Din started powering the starfighter up with Grogu tucked in his pod behind him, Din felt a blanket of comfort.
Paz knew. He knew that once a child was in your care, that no hells could ever come for the little one you love, because you would willingly stand in the way. You would take armor and blaster and every breath in your mortal body to stave all danger away, not while the child you love was still learning their path.
The foundlings were the future, even if the future remained a huge, winding unknown.
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A/N: Theory’s around that Ragnar is either Paz’s foundling or son, and the kid would be a recurring character. Since this ep was Ragnar’s debut, I still have no idea what his personality is, but he could either be nice, or just as a meanie as his “dad” Pazzy. 🙈
Hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading! 💙
(You can read second part which can also be stand-alone on AO3 or Tumblr. Yes I'm now invested in this possible father-son conncection. TuT)
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