So, it’s a brand new time travel show on NBC; still finding it’s feet but I swear every episode has been better than the last and I’m so excited to see where it ends up.
1. The incredibly gifted Malcolm Barrett plays Rufus. Rufus is a flawless human being. He’s sweet and smart and awkward and scared shitless but keeps trying even though he’s in way over his head. He gets at least one positively epic moment per episode.
2. Race is brought up in every single episode, because Rufus has his own perspective on historical events and the show bothers to treat that as relevant. His white teammates, Wyatt and Lucy, are made aware of their white privilege while time traveling (for example, in the Lincoln assassination episode, Lucy is constantly reminded that the racial issues she can see in abstract terms are personal to Rufus).
3. Frequent encounters with historical POC, from Colored Regiments to Black Panthers to Shawnee chieftainess Nonhelema (god, I was so sure that episode was going to disappoint me with Scary Indians TM. Then they were like, “Nope, gonna teach you about this amazing Native woman who you never heard of and also portray her grievances with the white invaders as totally legitimate.”) The show constantly reminds us that POC were also doing things throughout history and those things were important.
4. In modern time, all of the main cast back at base are POC. Two are WOC.
5. POC in the background. When the background is mostly white except for a few Black servants, at some point it will be pointed out that this isn’t because white people are “normal” but because segregation/discrimination was a thing. When the setting was actually diverse, they show that. Like in the Alamo episode; it had many white American and white immigrant defenders, but also some Mexicans and Blacks. Your average portrayal would completely ignore them. On Timeless, they explicitly talk about the free Blacks in Mexico. Even when Crockett or Bowie is talking, the background still has Black and Hispanic actors.
6. I kept worrying that they’d start out well, but eventually sideline Rufus and focus on just Wyatt and Lucy, especially since they initially bond more with each other while he is very protective of them. But recent episodes have also had them fighting to save him, the whole group bonding more and Rufus consistently getting the most interesting characterization and storylines.
In conclusion, in addition to being a fun sci-fi adventure it’s sci-fi that remembers to treat POC like a normal part of history. Please support it so it stays on air
This has been a long, weird year, and if you’re like me, you wrote a whole whack of fic over the course of it. So here’s a bunch of questions to ask about that:
What’s your personal favourite thing you wrote this year?
What’s your least favourite thing you wrote this year?
Which of your fics was most different from what you usually write?
Which of your fics this year was most successful?
Which of your fics do you wish was more successful?
What’s your favourite piece of dialogue you wrote this year?
What’s your favourite piece of description or narration?
Which fic this year was most fun to write?
If you could go back and change something about one of the fics you wrote this year, what would it be?
What, if anything, are you going to try to do differently in your writing in the new year?
Our dog ran away today because my brother and his best friend accidentally let her out and started chasing her and I have spent 8 hours looking for her and now it is dark and I don't know what to do.
Oh, honey, I’m not going to lie, that sounds absolutely awful. I’m so sorry this is happening, and I wish I could tell you that there’s some miracle secret to fixing this. Hell, I wish I could come and fix it myself. As it is, all I can tell you is that this too shall pass, one way or another, and that you’ll survive, and offer a few pieces of advice that you might/might not have tried already.
Contact all your local animal shelters, give them a description of your dog and her name, and then ask them to call you if a dog matching that description comes in. Visit them in person, if you can, and check back frequently. If you don’t have a shelter nearby, try contacting the police department.
Post notices in grocery stores, community centers, etc. I’d focus on areas where pet owners tend to be common, such as pet stores and the vet’s office, because another pet owner is more likely to come through for you.
If you decide to post a reward, be cautious of people who report in just in hopes of getting the reward. I’d suggest leaving out one distinguishing feature about your dog (if possible–my black Lab, for example, is just…black, not a lot of distinguishing features to speak of) and then asking the people who claim they have her to describe her in detail.
And most of all, don’t give up hope, all right, sweetie? Pets have been found after months. I hope this pans out well for you, baby, keep me posted and let me know if there’s anything I can do to make you feel better, okay?
Alright but moana introduces maui to her people and after the inital “wow it’s really him!” He becomes almost like just another villager, minutes the whole being a demigod thing, and has what’s like a big family for the first time and one day moanas dad/mom congratulates him by saying “good job, son” and he has to take a minute because………son???? He’s someone’s son now??? He starts to tear up and moana is like “hey you ok?” And he just nods, replying “I finally have a family”
And he’s so happy that Moana decides that she’s gonna tell her parents to call maui son as much as possible and they’re cool with it so they start calling him son and maui loves it but Moana decides to go above and beyond so she tells all the grownups in the village “hey call him son he’s never been part of a family” and they’re like ok yeah sure we all like the guy so all the grown ups in the tribe start calling him son and the kids catch on and start calling him brother and mauis just so overwhelmed with happiness.
And after Maui is “adopted” by the tribe, he gets a new tattoo that’s directly over his heart of him being part of the tribe as family.
But in this tat he’s not the center of attention like all his other ones. He’s just a little part of the whole village, next to everyone else.
Needless to say, it’s his favorite tattoo he has
BONUS: one day some kids see the tattoo on his back and they’re like u don’t need that cuz ur real family wouldn’t just throw you away like that plus we’re your family now and they use body paint to paint over it.
And since he does have a family now, when the paint dries and washes away the tattoo changes.
Some of it stays the same, his human parents casting him away, but instead of the ocean being down there, it’s the village of motonui with their arms raised to receive him
listen. we all know 2017 is going to be a horrific dystopian shitshow on a global level. but i hope on a PERSONAL level, you’re able to attain the stability, peace & support you need to survive it. happy new year. ✌
Funny how sex is an irresistible human urge when a man rapes a woman but when a woman gets pregnant and wants an abortion she should have been smarter and thought twice before having sex if she didn’t want a child
For @littlestartopaz: What would have happened if Leia was sent to
Tatooine and Luke to Alderaan?
This sounds like an excuse for my very favorite thing:
blatantly strong-in-the-Force Jedi Leia.
I was gonna do headcanons but instead HERE is the first scene of Leia
Skywalker of Tatooine finding some old asshole in a brown robe. *backflips out*
Leia scowled at the old man—Ben Kenobi, her ass—and the droid at her knee warbled happily.
“You lied,” Leia said. The sweet-faced boy draped in white robes on
the recording had asked for an Obi-wan,
but Kenobi’s aren’t exactly a dime a dozen since the old homestead was
annihilated by the Tuskens. She can do
the math.
“From a certain point of view,” Kenobi said
with a shrug, smiling down at the droid.
“The boy on the recording–”
[Prince Luke Organa of Alderaan]
the droid offered.
“—very helpful, thanks, Prince Luke said you
were his only hope,” Leia said, prowling forward. “What exactly qualifies you for that, old man?”
Kenobi looked up at her with a start at that,
blinking pale blue eyes at her, and gave a brittle half-laugh. “You’re very much like your father, when I
knew him,” he said distantly. And then
he launched into an epic tale about Jedi and her father and Leia stood, feeling
shock shiver through her. She had known
that her father was a general, but a Jedi?
Heck, I bet there’s a special, secret lounge accessible only to students who convincingly give the door an answer it hadn’t had in mind.
Do you think Ravenclaws ever argue with the door to their tower? I bet they do. Like, the eagle says their answer to the riddle is wrong, but they argue the point and the eagle eventually comes around to their side and lets them in.
Okay, but I actually think about this all the time. Ravenclaws and their problems with their dormitory door.
Like, imagine Su Li and Lisa Turpin coming back from dinner having some conversation or another about how they have some Herbology essay due tomorrow and neither of them did it because they were too distracted with a tangent they got on while doing their Potions homework. And Lisa’s going, “Alright, Su, Tony’s already got the books, so we just have to buckle down and do this. We got this. It’s fine. We’ll just go in and work our asses off.” They get to the door and knock, still talking, entirely on muscle memory. They’re barely listening when the eagle asks them, “Where do Vanished objects go?” Lisa’s brain is a little too fried with worry to think at the moment, but she’s not too concerned about getting in because Su looks calm and thoughtful about this one. And then Su turns to her and goes, “Where DO Vanished objects go?” Damn it all to hell, Lisa knows that look. “Su. Su, no. It’s a riddle, Su. It’s just a riddle.” “Yeah, I know it’s a riddle, but it’s also a legitimate question. I mean, Vanished objects have to go SOMEWHERE, right? For you to Conjure them again afterwards? Or are you just creating an identical object out of nothing? Or maybe not nothing… what are Conjured objects made of, do you think?” “Su, we really have to write this Herbology essay.” “I know. But it’s an interesting question. I bet somebody’s done a study on this. I heard Padma say that Conjured objects are different to real ones. Do you think that there’d be a way to tell if your Conjured object was the same one you’d Vanished? Like, if you bespelled it with a charm and it came back with the spells?” “Well… I once heard an upper-year say that Vanishing bespelled objects is tricky. They were looking into it for their Curse-Breaking apprenticeship. But it might be possible. I definitely don’t think it’s possible to Conjure bespelled objects from nothing.” “It might be. I read this book where somebody talked about conjuring a Sneak-o-scope and those are definitely enchanted objects.” “Was it a Gilderoy Lockhart book? Because that sounds like bullshit to me.” “No, I can show you. It was in a Auror’s Memoirs. I just returned them to the library this morning, so I bet nobody’s taken them out yet. And-” “That sounds like an unreliable source.” “AND I was reading this Charms book the other day that referenced a book on the specifics of Vanishing objects that had an author who was an expert in their field and a retiree from the Department of Mysteries with the same last name as the book by the Auror.” “I’m not believing this until I see a source.” “Fine, come on!” The eagle knocker has long since settled back into its resting state by then, Su and Lisa immediately run off to the library, arguing the whole way, and the next day, Professor Sprout gives the extremely apologetic students an extension on the essay while sighing, “Ravenclaws.”
Or imagine there’s some Muggleborn student who has an astrophysicist for one parent and a biologist for the other, and they think magic is amazing, but they’re also really into Muggle science as well. “Which came first,” the eagle knocker asks them at one point, “the phoenix or the fire?” And they’re immediately like, “the fire.” While their friend is like, “Benny, no, that’s not how this works. My brother told me about things like this, it’s one of those paradox questions.” “What? No way. Fire came first.” “Benny…” “Fire is a chemical reaction and, as far as I can tell, phoenixes are a fiery bird that probably evolved just like everything else did on this planet. We’re a really small speck on the cosmic calendar, Raleigh, and I’m saying that unless phoenixes are actually aliens - which would be AWESOME, you-” “Benny…” “-have to admit - fire came first. There are trillions of stars that haved burned and died billions of years before our sun was even born. This is just like that chicken and the egg question, in that it sounds like a paradox but it’s actually not, because the egg existed long before the bird we know as the chicken ever evolved-” “Benny!” “What?” “You… the door opened.” “What? Oh cool. Finally, someone who recognizes science in this nutty place.” About a week later, Benny completely disrupts and derails their Astronomy class by arguing with Professor Sinestra about the school curriculum (that hasn’t been updated in more than fifty years or more) being “WAY TOO OUT OF DATE, PROFESSOR! THIS TEXTBOOK WAS WRITTEN IN 1910! THESE TELESCOPES ARE RIDICULOUS! WHEN’S THE LAST TIME A WIZARD WENT TO AN ACTUAL PLANETARIUM?! OH MY GOD, DO WIZARDS EVEN KNOW THAT THE AMERICANS HAVE GONE TO THE MOON?” And the wizardborn kids are like, “The Americans have WHAT?” While poor Raleigh has his face in his hands and isn’t even surprised.
Or imagine other things. Like that time the first years has to stand around for two hours after the Welcoming Feast because their Prefects gave them a short speech, a small tour, and then got into an “academic disagreement” (as the house of Ravenclaw has come to call them) over the riddle. So there’s this group of eleven-year-olds playing party games in the hall while their fifteen-year-old “mentors” yell at each other over the riddle. And they only got inside in the end because someone actually managed to notice that the first years never came in and “Hey, that’s sort of weird”, and sent some second year to go look for them.
Or when NEWTs season came around, and there was a seventh year SO STRESSED that they came back from the library at three in the morning and when the eagle knocker asked them a riddle, they just burst into tears and sobbed against the door for ten minutes before the eagle awkwardly declared, “Nicely answered!” and let them in anyway.
Rowena prepared the knocker for many things; well argued multiple answers, being left behind as the riddle provokes curiosity, and much more, but sobbing? Much like it’s creator, it wasn’t quite sure what to do with sobbing humans.
ok but about the vanishing/conjuring thing…couldn’t you just draw on the object with a sharpie then vanish it and conjur it back to see if it still has the sharpie marks? i mean why over complicate things
@sexuallyfrustratedavocado Yeah but would you be conjuring a duplicate of the object + sharpie or would it be the actual object. Without a way to tell if a conjured object was originally a physical object or if it was created out of nothing, you’re stuck, right?
…scented markers? see if it comes back with the same scent, its about the same as charming it and seeing if it comes back with the charm
WAIT NO FUCK vanish a camera set with a timer and you’ll answer both questions bc 1) if its just a duplicate it will come back without a new picture bc the timer on the duplicate wont have gone off and 2) if its the original than youll have a picture of where ever it went to
I feel like I should have expected this post to go off on a tangent like this.
okay, this article is really good and I am all about the analysis of the way nk jemisin uses apocalypse in the fifth season but
Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings and C.S. Lewis’s Narnia provide the blueprint; a just, magical realm is threatened with destruction by dark, corrupting forces, which must be beaten back by chosen hereditary rulers.
no, no, you’re wrong, because a) the force that defeats sauron is not a chosen hereditary ruler, and b) the really cool thing about tolkien’s cosmology is actually that he does this same thing where he uses apocalypse as both a destructive and creative force, the world has to be broken to be created, arda is created flawed and the promise of arda unmarred is a promise eternally deferred, peace in tolkien is fleeting and tends toward decay, I wrote an entire fucking thesis about this
when did I turn into a person who goes “tolkien’s universe is more morally complex than just ‘good vs. evil, chosen one defeats evil, the end’, fight me” because I’m not sure this is the person I want to be
The funniest part of that quote is that the main purpose and usefulness of lotr’s “chosen hereditary ruler” character is that…well, okay, this is a bit of a dubious rabbit hole, but even though Aragorn is not really a subversion of the destiny-driven heir-in-exile heroic trope, his big difference from other straight-played examples of it is that he knows that he’s really, really, not the protagonist of this particular story (not literally, but, like, functionally? When blocking out the in-universe factors that equate to narrative ones, which are abnormally self-aware here due to how meta LOTR is.) And further, he’s genre-savvy enough to realize that Sauron swears by the inevitability of predictable tropes in other people (because this has actually always worked for him - see: the Rings of Power, 2nd Age; Finrod Felagund, 1st Age) and therefore thinks Aragorn is the protagonist of this particular story.
And so, Aragorn’s main function is to take advantage of this misunderstanding by gathering up all the advantages of his chosen-one-hereditary-ruler-destined-hero-prophecy-fulfiller-ness – both personal (all his know-how and bamf-ery and connections acquired through the improbably cool past granted to him due to his membership in this archetype) and narrative (all the military resources and personal authority that are currently at his disposal due to plot events he was allowed to handle due to his membership in this archetype) – bundling it into a giant ball, and fastballing it at Sauron in the style of some kind of “Dark Lord vs Chosen One: which one can overwhelm the other one through superior might?” climactic battle as convincingly and distractingly as he can (not really expecting, but hoping, they will be of some help to Frodo and that Frodo will somehow save everyone). Which eggs on Sauron’s mistaken belief that he’s in a completely different story from the one LOTR actually is, thereby emptying Mordor of soldiers, focusing all the attention on the army outside the gate, and giving Frodo and Sam a clear path to Mount Doom. Weaponized protagonist-vibes used in the role of a supporting character, in order to serve the actual protagonist.
(yeah, ofc, big oversimplification of that B-plot’s many, many secondary meanings for the bigger scheme of things, but I mean, this is its primary meaning for the A-plot that everything else hangs on bc everything else is a lost cause otherwise.)
By “funniest” I mean…funny how so much lotr-inspired sci fi and fantasy tends to ape at face value the bullshit explanation of the plot that Aragorn fed Sauron/allowed Sauron to believe: “Yeah man, I’m totally the protagonist!! I mean, I’m the chosen one, and the heir of the guy who defeated you the first time, and everything, how could I not be the protagonist, and this attack is totally that big damn good vs evil battle that happens at the end of all the stories that’s against-all-odds for the dramatic tension, but which I expect to magically win due to being a protagonist, pay no attention to the hobbit behind the curtain, hahahahaha, hey, over here, keep your eyes on me, uh, remember this sword? Elendil!! Elendil!!”
Every writer on Tumblr: “I would combust out of love if someone ever drew fanart of my fic!!”
Me: “oh man I wanna draw this scene BUT THEY WOULD PROBABLY HATE IT AND HATE ME FOR THE NERVE”
Dear artists.
We, the writers, will accept any of your fan arts.
We don’t care if it looks like shit to you, or you think your art skills are not good enough.
We will love any fan art, because it’s the most beautiful way to say “I love what you write”.
Okay get this : Poe Dameron does Drunk History (of the Rebellion)
Realistically this is Poe weeping and saying “he was the *pilot* do you get it??? He was the pilot!!!”
Yeah everybody’s assuming Poe would have Cassian as his idol but here’s the thing, and I’m just going to lay this out here for you: Bodhi Rook would be someone Poe admired very, very much. And i know, Finn would be moved by his story, but Poe would have known his story all along and had it in his heart. And maybe that’s why the instant a Stormtrooper pulled his helmet off and said, “This is a rescue,” Poe was like !!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 !!!! because there, in his heart, was Bodhi Rook, who did the right thing even though he was afraid, who did the right thing even though he wasn’t treated well, who did the right thing because it was the right thing and he had to.
theory: poe dameron is absolutely jacked and none of the other pilots can work out why because he is never in the gym and all he does is lounge around and fly and eat stupendous quantities of food, but then finn catches him lifting bb-8 up for a cuddle and works it out, because bb-8 isn’t light.
tl;dr: poe dameron’s work out consists solely of snuggling his droid
There’s nothing chasing you. There won’t be a face in the window. Nothing is following you up the stairs. Nothing is under your bed. You can throw your legs over your bed, you can have your arm over the side of the bed, because nothing is out to get you. I promise. I’m here to protect you. I’ll kick its ass.
OKAY GUYS LISTEN UP
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“For all K-2’s social dysfunction (or perhaps his disinterest in organic socialization-who could fathom the mind of a droid?), he knew Cassian better than anyone. He’d seen Cassian commit acts even Draven wasn’t aware of.
On Jenoport, he’d found Cassian staring at his blaster with tears on his face. K-2 had volunteered for a memory wipe in case Cassian’s “continued dignity and service demanded it.””—Rogue One novelization DONT CRY ABOUT CASSIAN AND K-2′s FRIENDSHIP. DONT DO IT. (via motleystitches)
Hey so I was wondering what your feelings about podfic are? Because I would love to make one of that K2-SO ficlet you wrote . He's my favorite and you've really got him down. *grins *
*chokes on air*
Oh my God? Um, yes? Go to town, please, absolutely, make whatever podfics you want and tag me so that I can flail over them.
(I can’t believe that fic went well, I like wrote it by accident in thirty minutes when I was intending to just do a couple headcanons.)
human: you see i want the particles in my food to vibrate at just the right frequency
Human: *is eating ice cream*
alien: wait you forgot to make that one vibrate!
human: well, you see, not with this food
This one is already vibrating at he desired frequency, but if it starts to vibrate at a higher frequency I lock it back in the cold box.
Human: *just reheated pizza in the oven*
Other human: *is eating a slice of the same pizza, but cold*
Alien: *exasperated sputtering*
Human: shots! shots! shots!
Alien: this liquid has negligible nutritional value and, furthermore, contains some molecules that I believe are poisonous to your species.
Human: …look, sometimes we just like to gather in social groups and disorient ourselves
Human: *grabs a packet of ramen*
Alien: Based on my research of your species, you shouldn’t be able to consume that without suffering heavy detriment to your human body.
Human: …look man, I’m in college. I can barely afford this house with roommates. Let me appreciate this 50 cent block of sodium ridden noodles.
Alien 1: The human consumed this harmful “ramen” because it is affordable. I saw many others consuming unhealthy but affordable foodstuffs from a place called McDonalds. Based on this, I think we can reasonably assume that all foodstuffs that are unhealthy are also affordable, and that humans will slowly die off because of their economic system.
Alien 2: I visited a different land mass. There were several humans called “sushi chefs” preparing raw fish foodstuffs. The most expensive was made from the carcass of a poisonous blowfish. It was very popular among the wealthy humans.
Alien 3: The land I visited had no nearby places to engage in commerce to trade precooked food. I interviewed a family that trapped and killed animals for dinner. They ate venomous rattlesnakes.
Alien 1: *throws clipboard in the air and storms off*
[Human casually munches peppers]
Alien: According to my scans, that organic matter contains highly corrosive chemicals. Are you sure you should be consuming it?
[Human chokes]
Alien: Human! Are you injured? Do you require assistance??
Human: Ahahaha no no I’m fine, it’s just *snicker* these are just jalapenos!
Alien: ……….request clarification?
Human: I usually go for habaneros, man. Hell, I have a buddy who took two bites of a ghost pepper on a dare.
[Alien consults space Google]
Human: ………Hey man, you okay?
I’m dying the alcohol one happened in Star Trek the original series
When I was in school, one of my art teachers used to say “this world needs more creators. There’s more than enough destroyers in the world today.”
Just a reminder, if you create anything–art, writing, food, machines, ideas, equations, knits, tools, gardens–the world needs you.
This makes me happy.
Happy creating, everyone
Honestly this is such a beautiful thing to hear. I am so used to “That’s not real work”, “That’s not a useful skill”, “What a waste of time”, “Don’t you have any hobbies or talents that are actually valuable?” and I’m sick of it. I can make people happy. I can make something where there hasn’t been anything before. I can create. If I put a smile on only one persons face the things I do have meaning.
honestly no one I know is even celebrating new years like a normal new years. it’s more like everyone is staying up to eyeball 2016 on the way out to make sure it doesn’t shit in the hallway as it leaves
baze begging “don’t go” as chirrut lay dying in his arms and the way chirrut lifted his hand to touch baze’s face gently and the way baze caught his hand and held it was the best, most romantic moment in all of cinema and will never be matched
…I’m not very interesting and I actually really like Aang/Katara, but my favorite ship is Zuko/Mai and I’m perpetually really cranky that she’s apparently??? Not his Queen/Empress/Lady Wife/whatever you call it???? They’re a really devoted and incredibly salty pairing and that speaks to me. And also I like watching Mai wreck people while Zuko stands back and smirks.
G: What was your first fandom?
X-Men. Since I was seven. I wanted to be a mutant and go to Xavier’s about 10000000x more than I wanted to go to Hogwarts.
P: Invent a random AU for any fandom
The AU in which the Animorphs manage to drive off the Yeerks and still keep their shit pretty much 100% under wraps because the BPRD from Hellboy catches on before the general populace and makes all the ex-Controllers sign more nondisclosure agreements than anyone ever because they’re kind of like “…we don’t…have an aliens department…but we’re usually responsible for this kind of shit?” And they get kind of high-key glomped by the BPRD for the brand-spanking new BARD (Bureau of Alien Research and Defense), which is comprised of like five squeaky new agents, an ex-Marine captain who lasts about two and a half seconds before he quits, and an archivist who almost bawls her eyes out when she’s shown the stack of paperwork she has to do. Plus four sixteen-year-old humans, an Andalite who opts to stick around and play galactic liason for his best friends, and a talking hawk.
Some headcanons:
The BARD has a truly astounding agent overturn rate, because people come in, and about 75% of them leave when they suddenly realize that they’re expected to take Jake’s lead. It’s a problem. It’s more of a problem because Marco, Tobias, and Rachel gleefully (and unsubtly) take bets. Tobias, for the first time literally ever, has money, because he has an uncanny knack for picking out the ones who will make it. He buys the others stuff because what the fuck else is he going to do with it.
Hellboy thinks they’re the greatest. He worries because they are Very Young, but also: Rachel morphed elephant and cleaned his clock, he thinks they’re the greatest. And he gets being hurled into a war you don’t want to or aren’t ready to fight. Hellboy comes to visit the BARD all the time, especially since it’s an Approved Outing according to the BPRD. Also he and Tobias are weirdly good friends, which confuses a lot of people.
Abe Sapien speaks fluent thoughtspeech and Ax finds him fascinating, they’re good friends. The first time he has a conversation with the others, Rachel punches him in the face for reading her mind. Jake comes pretty close too. Fortunately, Abe believes in the principle of ‘forgive and forget’ and is perfectly willing to not read their minds, so the lot of them get along okay after that.
Rachel and Liz actually don’t match ideologies very well, they prickle off each other too much–being unable to control herself is Rachel’s greatest anxiety, and relishing the destruction is Liz’s greatest fear, and they scare each other. Liz and Cassie match up worse, though, because Liz is still the sort of woman who will ruthlessly immolate an entire room in order to save Hellboy. That’s not to say the Animorphs don’t like Liz, though, they like her just fine and she immediately installs herself as their de facto big sister. Her self-assumed duties include:
making sure Jake remembers to eat
listening to Marco complain about how fucking stupid bureaucracy is and how much easier when it was, quote, “just wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am and blow up a McDonalds”
providing Tobias with a slightly more useful sounding board regarding Rachel than, well, Marco
teaching Cassie to meditate
explaining colloquialisms to Ax (she’s gotten weirdly good at this from hanging around Hellboy and Abe so much)
letting Rachel rage when Rachel needs it, because if there’s one thing she gets, it’s the occasional need to scream yourself hoarse just because everything is so unfair
Seriously Moana is my most favorite movie of this year. I loved Rogue One but there is something about watching a little girl jump up and down because "she looks like me" not only was it just amazing in general, it had an awesome message and casting
Okay, honey, not gonna lie, Moana watered my crops, cleared my skin, cured my depression, and gave me hope and faith in humanity again. Like.
If you're taking rogue one prompts, could you do headcannons for the tragic space bbys (those being Cassian and Bodhi. I have a few of my own but I'd love to see what other people think)
I am…sorry…it’s possible I went Full Tragic with these.
Cassian
Cassian Andor has a home planet—Fest—but only
in the most generously technical sense.
(When Jyn asks, he shrugs and says “It’s cold, somewhere out on the Rim. My sister showed me how to throw snowballs
there when I was four.” That’s about
what he knows.) His parents are
merchants—legitimate merchants, thank you very much—and he learns young how to
act like he knows where he’s going and what he’s doing, because wandering young
children are always kind of a popular target for trouble.
Cassian doesn’t remember a single day when
someone flipped a switch and he lived in the Empire, it was more of a slow
slide until suddenly everything was Stormtroopers and the whispers of Darth
Vader and the Imperial Flag high overhead.
And one day he looked up and saw the flag, and looked down and saw his
parents smuggling information out of merchant centers for those who needed it,
and he decided he was going to do
something. That’s the day he
remembers.
Cassian has never been naïve. Three weeks later, he learned that spies die,
and that, sometimes, saving something is worth paying with your life. His parents and his sister bought his escape
with theirs. Watching their blood cool
as he hid, he decided he was still going to do something, even if he died
trying.
Cassian speaks…a lot of languages. The running joke in the Rebel Alliance is
that if you need a translator and none of the droids can manage, it’s time to
call Cassian. He just kind of picked
them up as he drifted, after his parents died, and hell, he was six then and
it’s been twenty years, he’s worth his weight in gold as a linguist. Of course, he’s only fluent in about eight,
but if you need to talk to some random guy from Fuck All Nowhere, Outer Rim,
Cassian’s your man. It doesn’t matter if
he’s never heard the language before, he’s going to Make It Happen. That’s the other thing Cassian’s known for:
Making It Happen. It’s a good trait in a
spy.
(Cassian never meets Luke Skywalker—he dies
just hours too soon. But Luke would have
liked to listen to Cassian curse in a cluttered mix of Bocce and Huttese and
Force knows what else. It’s the sound of
home.)
Cassian was formally recruited into the
Rebellion because he managed to pick a spy’s pocket successfully, and then the
spy watched this skinny eleven-year-old lie his ass off to a Stormtrooper and steal a speeder. The spy (Cassian doesn’t remember his name,
the man died on his next mission and Cassian cried for him) basically tucked
Cassian under his arm like a football and kidnapped him. He was welcomed like a prodigal into the
Rebel Alliance, his family remembered for their sacrifice and his information
collected over his wanderings a desperately needed help.
His method of official entry to the Rebellion
had a serious impact on Cassian’s recruiting style.
Cassian has met Leia—she’s almost seven years
younger than him, and she acts like he should know how high to jump before she
gives the order. He thinks she’s
Great™. He once watched her slay a man
with nothing but words at forty paces and it was the most amazing thing he’d
ever seen. He thinks Bail Organa is Also
Great™ and is absolutely flattered beyond
belief when he one time hears Bail refer to him as their best spy.
And finally: Cassian has done some bad
shit. He’s killed, he’s lied, and he’s
been on both sides of the interrogation table more than once—sometimes nicely,
other times…less so. But the Rebellion
is his home, it’s the only home he’s
ever had since the warmth of his sister’s hand and his mother’s smile and his
father’s voice, and he’s willing to do what he has to in order to protect
it. He regrets very little, and he still
holds his hope for victory close to his heart.
And it burns him that Jyn Erso
is so ready to act righteous when she’s hidden from the war all these
years. It burns worse because he watches
her speak and watches her rage and Force
she’s like a star given human flesh, and he can’t breathe with how much he
wants to see her lit up with belief in something.
He dies at peace, breathing easy, because
he’s protected his home and he’s seen Jyn on fire with passion and righteous
anger and it was all he’s ever dreamed.
Bodhi
Bodhi Rook doesn’t remember this—there’s a
lot he doesn’t remember, from Before—but
he has met Baze and Chirrut before.
Actually, he met Guardian Malbus and Guardian Îmwe, when he came up to
their knees. All he remembers is that he
loved the Temple of the Whills, loved the smooth warmth of the carved stone
walls and the way the altar glowed dimly in the dark and the feeling of
breathing in energy when he stood
near the crystals. He doesn’t remember
Guardian Malbus’ booming laugh as he gaped up at the arches of the ceiling, nor
Guardian Îmwe’s wide grin when he breathlessly said that it was beautiful. He doesn’t remember the way he touched a
kyber crystal—so daring he could barely believe it of himself—and felt it sing
under his fingers and saw Guardian Îmwe’s milky eyes turn toward him as if
summoned by the thrum in the air.
Bodhi also doesn’t remember that he swore up
and down for a full two years that he was going to be a Guardian.
Bodhi does
remember a specific day when the flag of the Empire rose overhead. The clones they had come to trust as the
strong arm of the Jedi swept through Jedha City like a storm, and Bodhi
remembers with horrible clarity the stark white of their uniforms, scrubbed
clean of the individualized markers they’d been so proud of. He remembers most clearly of all the body of
one of the Guardians who had been most indulgent of him, a tall, powerful
Togruta woman with a lightning-like scar branching down the length of her arm,
splayed broken on the ground with her glazed eyes pointed to the flag hung out
from the Temple wall.
Bodhi remembers the lesson he learned that
day: even the best fighter can’t stand against the Empire.
Bodhi has two mothers and twin baby brothers
and they need to be fed. The Empire pays. He’s sixteen when he swallows down his nausea
and takes the cargo job. He’s a good
pilot—they don’t care about his age.
It doesn’t hurt as much to watch them rip out
the kyber crystals if he doesn’t watch.
Bodhi has seen more combat than you might
think. He’s been hit by raiders three
times, Rebels twice, and perfected the fine art of ‘running like hell,’ but it
doesn’t always work out. He’s only ever
had to shoot someone twice.
He doesn’t want to talk about it.
Bodhi is a little in love with Galen
Erso. Not so much with the man himself,
although certainly there’s an appeal to the nimble fingers and soft voice and
steady gaze, but with his courage.
Bodhi, who misses the steady pulse of the kyber crystals, listens to
Galen speak quietly about resistance and courage and finding a way to do the right thing, and sees the bright flicker of
brave-hearted determination beneath the veneer of the Imperial engineer. He listens, and Galen’s voice washes over
him, and Bodhi loves him for the steady gaze in his eyes.
The same brave-bright storm lights in Jyn, as
she fights to convince the Alliance of her father’s message, and she looks at
him with a steady fire in her eyes, and Bodhi loves her for it.
