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.
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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.
talking about Rosie The Riveter, fun fact: while the We Can Do It picture has become the most-well known depiction of her in modern times, it wasn’t really a famous image when it was made—in fact, it wasn’t even intended to be her
the most famous depiction of Rosie The Riveter during WWII was probably Norman Rockwell’s painting
hint: if a person with clinical depression and anxiety says theyre tired …. dont tell them they have no reason to be …. bc guess what….. They Know and Its Shitty
Louder!!!
I just want to add one thing-
If you have depression or anxiety? you’re not tired for no reason.
You’re tired because you have depression/anxiety.
Not only do they both come with low energy/fatigue as a legit common side effect, but they’re both fucking /exhausting/. fighting your brain all the time? exhausting. adrenaline crashes from anxiety/panic attacks? exhausting. being on edge all the time? exhausting. plus doing things costs /more/ energy when you have those mental illnesses.
You’re not tired for no reason, you’re tied because you have an illness that makes you tired.
if you are a young thing i have one piece of advice for you:
being enthusiastic and happy about things you love is more important than being apathetic and snide. you will go so much farther in life spending energy on and talking about something you love than wasting energy on only complaining about or making fun of something you don’t.
don’t focus on mocking others for being genuinely excited about something. focus on the things and people you love.
me looking at the person i like: i am enamored even with the way your fingers move, with the way the light plays on your skin, with your freckles and your smile and your laughter, with your voice, with how you get around the things you love, with your humor, me aloud: what’s up asshole
whenever i have those brutal searing being-dissolved-from-inside period cramps during school or work i pretend i am a viking warlord who has been stabbed in the abdomen but i killed the assailant so i’m the only one who knows im injured and i have to carry on normally til the end of the battle to keep up my mens morale
In the Netherlands, abortion is freely available on demand. Yet the Netherlands boasts the lowest abortion rate in the world, about 6 abortions per 1000 women per year, and the complication and death rates for abortion are miniscule. How do they do it? First of all, contraception is widely available and free — it’s covered by the national health insurance plan. Holland also carries out extensive public education on contraception, family planning, and sexuality. An ethic of personal responsibility for one’s sexual activity is strongly promoted. Of course, some people say that teaching kids about sex and contraception will only encourage them to have lots of sex. But Dutch teenagers tend to have less frequent sex, starting at an older age, than American teenagers, and the Dutch teenage pregnancy rate is 9 times lower than in the U.S.
I endorse evidence-based medicine, and evidence-based activism.
Omg educated people don’t do stupid shit. What I would have never known!
remember when Leia dressed in a dead man’s clothes, dragged one of her best friends into Jabba’s palace in chains, activated a detonator she was holding and kept holding it while staring down Jabba’s thugs and all the guns pointed at her, sold her friend to Jabba, rescued her boyfriend–who she knew was blind–and dramatically whipped off her disguise to give a clever one-liner and make out with him.
like it was a terrible plan in the first place, but you can never be more Iconic than that
The more I see this, the more I’m convinced that Leia would have gotten along with Clone Wars Era Anakin, Ahsoka, and Obi-Wan like a house on fire.
Or a Planet on Fire.
The Sidious on Fire.
Honestly, this is how you know she’s Darth Vader’s daughter.
when moana realizes who te ka is and the ocean parts, everything slows down, that soft music starts to play, and she walks calmly across the seafloor as te ka claws her way towards her, then the music slows and they stare into each others eyes as moana reaches out to her > every movie in existence
if you think you are about to tell me, a sociology major, whose current biggest academic interest is fandom studies and the social impact of genre fiction, that fandom and genre fiction has zero social impact…
please do us both a favour and not do this thing
Oh my God I spent an entire semester in a writing class with my teacher telling me that my writing was crap because I write genre fiction and fantasy, this post almost made me cry, if you wanted to yell for a while about this I would be desperately interested to hear it.
Baze doesn’t start repeating Chirrut’s chant when he dies, at least not quite.
Chirrut’s chant is “I am one with the Force and the Force is with me”. What Baze says “The Force is with me and I’m one with the Force”.
Reverse order.
And it’s not because he’s just picking it up where Chirrut left off, Chirrut is silent when Baze reaches him. Plus when he starts his suicide run after Chirrut is dead he says exactly the same thing: “The Force is with me and I’m one with the Force”.
Again, reverse order.
It made me think.
What if the chant was always two part, meant for two people to conduct? One saying “I am one with the Force and the Force is with me” and the other replying “The Force is with me and I’m one with the Force”.
Chirrut haven’t heard the second part in years, not since Baze lost his faith. He could he supposes find another partner for the chant but he doesn’t want to, it’s Baze or no one.
He still keeps his own part, his own faith are as strong as ever and he makes no demands that Baze say his part. It will genuinely from the man’s heart or not at all, but he can’t refuse that the loss pains him some times.
Hearing Chirrut’s chant sometimes annoys Baze, it reminds him of what he once had but lost. But he says nothing. Whatever he does or doesn’t believes these days he won’t take faith away from another. And he knows that Chirrut isn’t doing it to upset him, but because it means something to him. So he stays silent on the matter, though sometimes he wishes he could say it again.
And the last thing - the very last thing - that Chirrut hears in this world, as consciousness fades from his body is Baze’s heartfelt voice saying “The Force is with me and I’m one with the Force”.
