#I can't stop rewatching Andor
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I can't get over how INCREDIBLE every single actor in Andor is. No matter how 'small' the role is, everyone is absolutely fantastic, not one performance was even just mediocre, they were all perfect. I am so captivated by just watching these actors give the performance of a lifetime.
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My god, Cassian is just so young in season 1 of Andor. On this last rewatch, it kept jumping out at me everywhere. Especially at the start of the show, which makes sense--he goes through a pretty intense education over the course of the season and transforms before our eyes. But there's just so much in Cassian that comes from being young, traumatized, and desperate.
We see it in his moments of unabashed fear, like when he's stopped by the two corpos in the pilot, the first time he sees the TIE fighter fly past on Aldhani, or as the prison transport takes off for Narkina 5. Even when he tries to hide it, we can see it in his eyes, the parts of him that are still that scared kid from Kenari.
We see it in the chip he has on his shoulder, like the attitude he cops with Luthen in their first meeting: "I don't know you." He's not just guarded and distrustful, he kind of actively resents this guy trying to get too familiar with him. When he's scared, uncertain, or guilty, he tends to push others away, a product of having to fight most of his life and of losing many of the things and people he's cared about. I also think of him coldly telling Bix, "You won't have to worry about me anymore," at the end of their argument in "Announcement."
And yet, by the same token, he can also be surprisingly open and earnest in his affections. For me, this is most apparent in his scenes with Maarva in "Announcement." There, we see his naive optimism that the money he got from Aldhani can solve all their problems. He's so buoyant and hopeful and loving as he suggests running away, saying, "What do we need but the three of us?" Later in the episode, we see that same naivety when he insists, "We'll find a place they haven't ruined yet." But it crops up in other places too. On Aldhani, he chooses Clem's name as his pseudonym, even though he already realizes Luthen has a lot of intel on him and will probably recognize it--in that moment, his distrust of Luthen is outweighed by his desire to go into this dangerous mission carrying a small piece of his dad with him. Then there's that beautiful hug with Brasso in "Rix Road," especially those few extra beats past when you'd expect them to part. When he hugs Melshi in the previous episode, Cassian is rushed, on the brink of falling apart and not wanting Melshi to see. But with Brasso, Cassian needs that touch for a few extra seconds, and he's not afraid to hold on a little longer.
Most of Cassian's dumbest mistakes in the season are very youthful ones. He's an incredibly smart and observant guy, so he's not dumb very often, but when he is, it tends to come back to being young, traumatized, and desperate. We see this especially in the opening Ferrix arc: insisting on bringing an unsecured comm to his meeting with Luthen (oh my god, the way he bickers with B2EMO about them beforehand!) and trying to go back for the starpath unit when the shit hits the fan, even after Luthen repeatedly tells him to leave it. With the starpath unit, part of it is naivety--"What if it's just one guy left?"--and part of it is growing up poor and scrappy. This box represents more money than he's ever had at any one time, and he simply can't process the idea that his buyer would just leave it behind.
Finally, every now and then, Cassian has this subtle but impeccable "little shit" energy. We definitely see it when he messes with Timm in the pilot, deliberately goading him instead of trying to defuse the situation when he sees that Timm is jealous. It's a dumb, petty moment of cheap satisfaction that winds up with some intense blowback when Timm IDs him to Pre-Mor. And I love Cassian's refusal to give up on Kino on Narkina 5, always believing he can be brought into the fold no matter how many times Kino tells him to forget about it. It's a great reflection of how Cassian rejects the Empire's attempts to divide the inmates by pitting them against each other, but part of why he's able to keep at it is his annoying-kid tenacity. I love the scene where Kino brushes him off by saying how many shifts he has left and Cassian immediately responds with, "So...tell me what you know before you go."
It's simply wild to compare the Cassian we see in "Kassa" to the one in "Rix Road." He goes through so much in twelve episodes and really comes into his own, and it's fantastic to see some of the qualities he displays in Rogue One starting to peek through. He's already come so far in his character growth--I cannot wait to see how season 2 gets us from "Rix Road" to Rogue One!
Oh yeah, and Diego Luna is simply stunning. You can really feel how he traced Cassian's life backwards to this point, see how different the Cassian of "Kassa" is from the Cassian of Rogue One and yet still fully believe that this is the same character. All the little hints he drops, all the tiny moments where you can see Rogue One Cassian starting to gestate. It's such beautiful, brilliant work!
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I was rewatching RotS the other day, because I'm guilty of it being probably my favorite Star Wars movie, and one scene in particular struck me in a way I hadn't really thought about before.
Order 66 is already an incredibly tragic scene, with a fantastic score, that never fails to give me chills, but in this case I was particularly hit by the short sequence where Zett Jukassa is killed by the clones right in front of Bail Organa.
At first glance, it's just a fun way to do a cameo by George Lucas' son, and that's likely all it was intended as, without an additional thematic meaning. But the structure of the moment does say something about the Jedi that I think is important.
When Zett appears, he's clearly making a break for Bail's speeder, seeing it as a means of escaping the massacre and inferno inside the temple. Given his youth, it's entirely possible the lightsaber he's holding isn't even his, it might've been his master's, or just one he grabbed from a fallen Jedi to defend himself as he fled. But with the brutal efficiency of Order 66, he's probably seen a lot of people he knows and cares about slaughtered by the clones already, and is more than likely aware of the risks involved in engaging any clones in a fight.
Yet despite all of that, when the clones open fire, Zett's first instinct isn't to duck and hide in the speeder or get himself out of danger, it's to plant himself between Bail and the hail of gunfire and try to protect Bail. It's entirely possible Zett has no idea who Bail is, and at most he probably just knows him as a Senator and occassional visitor to the Temple, but it doesn't matter. When faced with danger his first instinct isn't to protect himself, it's the selfless instinct to protect others. And it cost him his life.
(I had a paragraph here talking about the plot of 'Padawan Lost' and its relation to this moment, but this post is long enough already so I might make a separate post about that).
The reason I find this moment so impactful is that it represents the type of 'light' Palpatine wanted to eradicate. Selfless good, protecting others and putting them before yourself, self-sacrifice, they're all values the Jedi represent, and they're all values Palpatine needs the galaxy to lose hold of if he wants his grip on power to remain.
It's a running theme throughout the OT, Andor, the Clone Wars, and more, that fighting FOR others gives people a strength they wouldn't otherwise have. Han chose to come back and help the rebels in A New Hope, Luke and Anakin defeated Palpatine because they were fighting for each other instead of for themselves, etc. Tyrants like Palpatine thrive when people distrust each other, when they're driven to look out solely for their own interests, because it keeps the people separated, oppressed, and severely lacking in morale.
Palpatine didn't just kill the Jedi, he symbolically slaughtered the galaxy's hope and selflessness, setting the perfect stage for his own power. And to take it even farther, he framed the Jedi as dangerous traitors. The symbols of good were, if one believed his words, revealed to be crafty villains who had fooled the Republic into trusting them just so they could gain power. He framed the Jedi as doing the very thing he did, so that he could be the galaxy's hope, putting a stop to the 'threat' and protecting the Republic. But if you can't trust the Jedi, who can you trust? Your neighbors? Your friends? Your senators? It's terrifying how Palpatine successfully generated the environment of fear and paranoia that would keep him in power while exterminating the organization representing everything that would ideologically undermine him.
And it's even more terrifying that some viewers of Star Wars have essentially bought Palpatine's lies and uncritically act as though the Jedi were some ultra-corrupt, morally reprehensible organization.
#star wars#order 66#zett jukassa#whether you thought the jedi always lived up to the values they represented does not stop them from representing those values#especially when there are so many examples of jedi who embody those values to the best of their ability#and even if they don't always succeed (because they're people not perfect paragons) that morality is a core part of their being#sorry this ramble came sort of out of nowhere but i hope it makes sense#also a would be tyrant accusing his enemies of doing the very thing he's doing feels very...relevant to the modern day sadly#but yeah i guess consider this my contribution to the SW overanalysis of a single scene pile
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how can you like andor and dislike house of the dragon season 2? at least house of the dragon has dragon battles and good dialogue
Is the good dialogue in the room with us? The dialogue quality in HOTD S2 went down hill after Aegon became bedridden with the one exception being the scene in the finale with Alyn and Corlys.
Nothing dialogue related came close to the Alicent and Rhaenyra scene in S1 after Aemond lost his eye. That scene perfectly encapsulates who this version of Alicent Hightowers SHOULD be.
Also Andor isn't boring. The politics in Andor is interesting, constantly evolving and masterfully portrayed none of which I can say about HOTD S2.
Being slow paced is not inherently bad, the issue with HOTD S2 is it did not NEED to be so slow paced and every scene Rhaenyra is in should not feel like I'm rewatching every previous scene from her just worded slightly differently. She should not STILL be trying to look for a peaceful resolution come episode fucking EIGHT. Likewise Daemon should not have other people (Alys and the Tully Boy) going off and getting his army for him while he trips balls all for the moral of the story to be he needs to bow to Rhaenyra when that's how he ended S1.
Whereas no one is gifted anything in Andor, the characters have agency and their own motivations and reasons for doing what they do. The one arc in Andor I initially felt was a bit contrived turned out to he very necessary for Cassian's character, and I ended up loving it the most. I can't say that for anything in HOTD S2.
Stop assuming the only reason people disliked S2 was cause its "boring" cause while it was the bad writing was my main issue, it wasn't just slow it was slow and poorly written with messed up character motivations, poor dialogue and uninteresting "conflicts".
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tagged by @lostcol <3
favorite color: forest green
last song: greedy by tate macrae in the car
last movie: a partial rwrb rewatch undoubtedly. before that that taylor swift eras tour with my mini-me.
watching: nothing at the moment. i've got a ton of stuff on my list but i think i've maxed my brain out on new media for a minute.
other stuff i warched this year: young royals, chambers, bottoms, most of nick and taylor's movies but i still have a couple left, the last of us, the ultimatum: queer love, was andor this year?, 911, farmer wants a wife, uhhhh i don't know i can't remember before that
shows i dropped this year/didn't finish: the bear (i loved it! its just a lot! i need a minute but i will finish i promise!), and i haven't been able to make heartstopper s2 happen yet but i will finish that eventually too. i can't think of anything else?
currently reading: one last stop and a lot of fic (mostly rwrb and hockey rpf)
currently listening to: literally right now a fic playlist <3 in general the one last stop audiobook
currently working on: getting my ass back in the gym bc whew the anxiety is really trying to fuck me up, wrapping my head around a new job and a big life shift for that, a couple of firstprince wips. trying to pick one and focus, which is hard for me. also would love to say my sleep schedule but lets be serious i'm not really working on it 🫠
current obsession: how fucking cute my neighborhood is in the fall, pens hockey, rwrb, taylor zakar perez's thighs, nicholas gatlizine's lips, i could go on but that's probably good for now 😏
no pressure tagging: @voxofthevoid @jbarneswilson @bigassbowlingballhead and anybody who wants to do it 💜
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Fic Writer 20 Questions
I've been tidying out my likes and remembered @elwenyere's open invitation tags on this, too, so here we go!
sshysmm's works on ao3 (user name is a ref to my old tumblr)
1) How many works do you have on ao3
128 (and I think I'm missing some of the band AU stuff I never moved over from the blog @theartistknownaslymond…)
2) What's your ao3 word count?
1,038,645 words. haha. what the fuck.
3) What fandoms do you write for?
Actively, right now: Star Wars (particularly Andor; previously Rogue One and a few spin-off novels), the Lymond Chronicles, and I do very much intend to return to my fics for And Then We Danced.
I have also written for Ripper Street, The Terror, The Musketeers (don't look! don't look! it's my 'now can i remember how to write fic after over a decade out of fandom fic) and Utopia (another one it would be cool to add to after I get a chance to rewatch).
4) What are your top five fics by kudos?
good god they're all Jyn/Cassian. it's the only big ship I've written for I suppose
Be alright tomorrow (Rogue One, Jyn/Cassian) Hope in the air (Rogue One, Jyn/Cassian) Singer, save our secular souls (Rogue One, Jyn/Cassian) To steal what she never could own (Rogue One, Jyn/Cassian) Delayed gratification (Rogue One, Jyn/Cassian)
5) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I try to!! Sometimes when I'm deep in the writing hole I just stay away from ao3 so as not to ?? idk?? make myself feel guilty? get distracted? so it can take me a while to respond.
When people are reading updates as I post them I try to respond quicker! I like to respond to acknowledge how grateful I am to people who took the time to read and cheerlead and say something nice. To show I appreciate it and the time they spent on it. If it possibly leads to discussion about what's going on in the fic then so much the better!
6) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Probably just Hope in the Air, for sticking with the canon Rogue One ending and leaning into the sense that even if he got to a bacta tank, Cassian's in a pretty bad way. Also Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing (Ripper Street), again for…following canon, dealing with Deborah's decision to stop seeing Reid and Emily's descent into a place where Reid feels he has to have her sent to the asylum.
7) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Jerott wish-fulfilment!! The ransoun made, the prisoneris redeemit (Lymond Chronicles, Francis/Jerott).
8) Do you get hate on fics?
I don't think I've had any hate on ao3, no. Some blunt comments when I hadn't done my research on aurebesh well enough/resued a plot device, but not hate.
9) Do you write smut? If so what kind?
Yes? All kinds? Idk, I'm trying to get more creative, though traditionally I think I write emotionally knotty, not-always-satisfying sex that does heavily lifting on the characterisation. And is also hot.
10) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
I haven't posted it on ao3 yet, but there's the Lymond Chronicles 1980s band AU crossover with And Then We Danced, which is just like. The nichest of nichey niches. Can't believe there are like three people who might read it, so it's still not as unpopular as a medieval Icelandic saga au of a niche Andor ship written in the first person. I didn't go out of my way to drive readers away, I swear!!! Please give The Saga of the Coal-biter and the Skraeling a chance, it's my precious baby.
11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not to my knowledge, lol. I think more people would need to want to read my fics first.
12) Have you ever had a fic translated?
No, but I'm open to it if anyone wants! I have had two podfics made of my works, which has been lovely!
13) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?
No, though there was a fun Lymond Pawn in Frankincense AU which started as me and @erinaceina spit-balling about Philippa getting captured by GRM and Khaireddin surviving, and @stripedroseandsketchpads wrote some nice whumpy scenes about it!
14) What's your all time favorite ship?
Oh, usually whatever I'm writing at any given time. Faramir/Éowyn was formative influences, though.
15) What's a WIP you'd like to finish, but doubt you ever will?
I really don't like admitting that I don't think I'll finish something. I do have 17 subscribers(!!??) to a Lord Bateman (Child ballad 53) inspired Rogue One AU (What would you give?) so even though finishing that is very low down my priorities I'd hate to say outright that I wouldn't return to it.
16) What are your writing strengths?
Emotion, description, description of emotion… capturing micro-expressions and little tics that define a character. Because of this I think I'm pretty good at making people in-character even in weird settings. Writing people who aren't good or bad, just flawed and affected by their lived experiences. Creating an atmosphere. Also, when I pull it off, making you laugh one moment at something ridiculous and then sucker-punching you in the gut :')
17) What are your writing weaknesses?
That when I'm asked to think of my strengths I go blank. That I constantly, constantly overthink things when I've posted them in case I wrote something that will be horribly misunderstood or just actively bore established readers into giving up. The fear that what I enjoy writing is so inherently dull no one else will enjoy reading it, that I'm not setting out to 'write fic' but to write something pretentious and beautiful and that's not what anyone reads fic for. Also oh my god I need to learn brevity. Simple plots. Don't overthink the plot Jo. I what-if my plots to death and then find myself disgusted by all the ways they're inadequate. Actually what all this comes down to is a controlling urge in my writing: I want to control every detail of this scene, including where the information is lacking, and I worry that if I leave anything to chance I'll be misunderstood. But at the same time I love ambiguity and gaps and leaving things open to interpretation. Inside me there are two wolves and one adores unanswered questions while the other suffers from a neurodivergent urge to info-dump in order to make sure everything is clear.
18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I'd love to quote from Umberto Eco's author's note to The Name of the Rose, where he argued with his publisher about keeping Latin dialogue in! Ony my copy of the book is in storage. Also there's the whole…I'm a fan of the Lymond Chronicles. If there isn't untranslated dialogue in at least five different languages why are you bothering? And yeah I very much did learn a language because of a film and then spent a lot of time considering how communicating in this language as opposed to English would affect the dialogue and interactions I was writing. So yes, dialogue in another language when it's properly contextualised is good - not when it's random phrases of unnecessary Space Spanish because someone's exoticising Diego Luna.
19) First fandom you wrote for?
I'm of the generation where it was inevitably H*rry P*tter, if we're talking internet published fanfic. But as a kid I did keep diaries full of drawings and stories about Sandokan the tiger and Bucky O'Hare.
20) Favorite fic you've ever written?
I have like. Post-partum depression about the saga AU right now because seeing it interact with the world makes me doubt myself horribly, but realistically, it's my beloved child. It's just having to carry all my grad school trauma as well as all my past Star Wars fandom trauma and you know what?? It's good enough to do that. It is. It's the first of a trilogy, and I WILL finish the trilogy.
As previously said by elwenyere: Open tags for anyone who would like to play!!! This was very fun: @ me with your answers if you'd like to join. <3<3<3
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Oooh, fun ! SO ! Zorro OR White Collar ? Sergeant Garcia OR Corporal Reyes ? Don Alejandro OR Captain Monastorio ? DW!Bernardo OR 2024!Bernardo ? Cats OR dogs ? TV Series OR Films ? Books OR adaptations ? Star Trek OR Star Wars ? Annnd I'll stop there or I'll write so much more. As I said before... FUN ! x) Thank you, and take care !
AAAAAH how dare you attack me like that? XD
Zorro or White Collar? I'm afraid I'm gonna have to say White Collar. It was, is and will forever be my #1 show. I've loved it dearly, I still have just as much pleasure rewatching it, for the millionth time. I've lived some amazing times, which are unlikely to happen again - I've been to the set, met other fans, made friends, met the crew, and of course, met the cast. It was such a great experience and I'll cherish it forever.
Garcia or Reyes? But they come as a pair! Would you separate Laurel from Hardy? Asterix from Obelix? Peter from Neal? But I suppose, if you force my hand, I'll say Sergeant Garcia. He's a bit more developed as a character, while Reyes is mostly just there for comic relief. I do like Sergeant Garcia. He's often put in a complicated situation, stuck between a tyrannic boss and a jokster outlaw who makes fun of him. But he is truly a good man.
Don Alejandro or Captain Monastario? Alejandro I suppose. Monastario is a great villain, a great opponent for Zorro, but he's a terrible human being.
1957!Bernardo or 2024!Bernardo? Hmmm that's a tough question. I honestly can't say. I love them both, they both have a lovely relationship with their respective Diego. Maybe I'll go with 1957!Bernardo, cause I like his cunning way to use everyone's stupid prejudice toward his handicap against them. Oh he's deaf and mute, he must be stupid. He's harmless. Fools, all fools!
Cats or dogs? Indifferent, to be honest. Not really a pet person. Shocking, I know, sorry!
TV shows or films? Fun facts: for the longest time (until 2005-ish) I rarely watched any TV. But I have to admit that lately it seems TV has become more interesting, more daring, that the US film industry. French industry is blooming though. I'd say films, for the appreciation of the real art of filmmaking. TV shows for comfort and quiet obsession.
Books or Adaptations? Most of the time, books, though there has been cases of good adaptations (The Martian, for instance), or even, adaptations that were better than the book (Minority Report)
Star Trek or Star Wars? I'll go with Star Wars, mostly because I'm more familiar with it. Because I grew up with the prelogy. Because Obiwan and Andor. While I've only seen the 2 JJ Abrams Star Trek movies...
Sorry I took so long to answer. I had a long week (and you asked a lot LOL). Also, would love to know who you are, Anon, so that I can ask you back. ;-)
#a meme!#about me#sorry for the late answer#also you're supposed to give me one specific “or”#to make me choose#and i'd make a gifset
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I don't know how I missed this update, but it seems like it was meant to be so now I can reblog it for spooky month.
You haven’t lived until you’ve watched the Eye of Aldhani—you know what, never mind.”
Just had to highlight because this made me want to rewatch Andor.
“Our world isn’t part of the Republic,” you explained. “The Jedi order has no jurisdiction that far out in Wild Space, and to be frank, we prefer it that way. They mind their own business, and we mind our own.”
I'm super interested in Reader's world! Is it a planet you created on your own, or is it a canon planet? The mention of the Sight reminded me of the Chiss but I wasn't sure if that's where you're going. Regardless, this concept is unique and I like the idea of Reader's grandmother being Force sensitive and teaching Reader these skills.
You have the sweetest eyes in the galaxy. I’ve never kissed anyone with such perfect lips. The last two weeks have been the best of my life. When I’m with you, I feel like everything is easier. I don’t want to leave. Please. He wasn’t a total sap.
STOP. I adore being inside Boil's head and his thoughts! They're so sweet, but then you balance it with the drier side of his personality. It's the perfect blend of adoring and sarcastic (not the right word but I can't think of the actual word right now). And then his last line about worshipping Reader forever 😫
Also, the teasing and playfulness and banter between these two is so much fun. They match each other perfectly. I'm forever impressed by your ability to write such witty and funny dialogue.
That ending!? The spooky atmosphere in this chapter was so well-written and ending it with Reader's grandmother showing up was such a surprise! I'm excited to see what happens next!
Double, Double Boil and Trouble - Part 5
A/N: This is part 5 my fic for the @rare-clone-fic-exchange, which I wrote for @goblininawig. The story takes place in a shared continuity with Stars Beyond Number, Martyrs and Kings, and “Do It Again,” but it stands alone and can be read independently of those fics.
Pairing: Clone Trooper Boil x Reader (GN, has hair; reader practices tasseomancy/reads tea leaves)
Rating: M (mature content intended for readers 18+; minors DNI)
Wordcount: 3.1K
Warnings and tags: mysticism; angst; fluff; mild critique of the Jedi Order (but no Jedi hate); fade-to-black sensuality; implied oral sex; ritualistic drug use; a description of being high on hallucinogens/psychedelics
Obligatory disclaimer: Please don’t use this as a how-to guide for or endorsement of drug use, because 1. it’s inaccurate to the real world, and 2. depending on your location, ThAt WOuld Be ILlEGal. This is a Wendy’s fanfic.
Summary: Boil is willing to do what it takes to get answers about Waxer.
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“You sure this won’t make me pop positive if I get tested?” Boil asked, eyeing the tin of tea warily.
“Completely. You have two rotations left of shore leave, and this will be out of your system in twenty-four hours.”
You spoke with certainty, and Boil felt some of his doubts ease. He picked up the tin and removed the lid, giving the tea a curious sniff. It didn’t smell like much; just faintly earthy and vegetal.
“So how does it work?”
“You brew it and drink it, just like regular tea,” you replied. “After a few minutes, you start to feel the effects.”
“And what do the effects feel like?” He set the tea tin down and took a bite of his breakfast.
“Nothing much at first,” you replied. “But when it hits, you’ll know. Everything will look a little clearer and brighter. Food will taste a little better. Everyday things will start to seem really, really interesting. People will be prettier and funnier and smarter.”
“That just sounds like a couple shots of Cheedoan whiskey,” Boil observed.
“Oh, somebody’s fancy,” you teased. “I didn’t realize I was in the presence of royalty.”
He laughed and tossed his crumpled napkin at you, mostly for the fun of seeing you shudder and flick it away with a revolted expression. “The general bought a round for Ghost Company one time.”
“I hope he charged it to the Jedi Order,” you laughed. “Do Jedi get paid?”
“Search me,” he shrugged. “Clones don’t.”
You grimaced. “I know. Kriffing banthashit, is what that is.”
It didn’t change a thing, but Boil still felt a little better knowing you weren’t as complacent as the rest of the galaxy seemed to be about the clone troopers’ situation.
“So what makes this tea any different from a decent buzz?” he asked.
“That would be the visual hallucinations,” you replied with a cheeky grin.
He eyed you curiously. “I take it you’ve done this before.”
“A few times,” you nodded. “It can be pretty fun. You haven’t lived until you’ve watched the Eye of Aldhani—you know what, never mind.”
He laughed. “What about the ritual part?”
“It’s a little different. The dosage is higher, so the effects are more intense.” You hesitated a moment before adding, “There’s another element to it as well.”
“What’s that?”
“Force sensitivity,” you replied bluntly. “You need to either be able to wield the Force yourself, or have a strong connection with someone who can.”
He nodded, recalling a detail you’d told him months ago. “And your grandmother taught you to wield it? Why didn’t she send you to the Jedi for training?”
“Our world isn’t part of the Republic,” you explained. “The Jedi order has no jurisdiction that far out in Wild Space, and to be frank, we prefer it that way. They mind their own business, and we mind our own.”
Boil pondered your response quietly, noticing the strained expression in your eyes, and he remembered that you tried to stay off the Jedi’s scopes. “You don’t have to tell me if you’d rather not talk about it.”
You gave him a grateful look and replied, “It’s all right. It’s not a secret or anything. It’s just…” You paused and took a deep breath before continuing. “We do things our own way. And when someone is born with the Sight—the Force—we train them in our own way, too. It doesn’t happen often, and there weren’t many elders with the Sight left by the time I was born. Gran took on my training, but I was only fifteen when she passed.”
Boil gazed steadily at you, feeling a deep sense of foreboding. “What happened?”
“I came to Coruscant, hoping the Jedi could help me. I scraped together everything I had in the galaxy to pay for the trip. But when I went to the temple, they said it was too dangerous to train someone who’d been ‘corrupted.’” The word came out harshly, as though it tasted bitter on your tongue. “They sent me away. Said I would be better off knowing nothing of the Force.”
Boil was horrified. “But you were just a kid!”
“Yeah,” you replied grimly. “I grew up pretty fast after that.”
He didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t imagine most of the Jedi he’d met ever treating a child with such callousness, but he and his fellow clones knew better than anyone that the Jedi order contained all sorts of beings, ranging from those who were kind and wise like General Kenobi, all the way to monsters like that kriffing traitor, Pong Krell.
“I’m sorry,” he said at last, feeling the inadequacy of his words. “I didn’t know.”
“It’s all right,” you replied. “I’m older and wiser now, and I realize I probably wouldn’t have been the best fit in the Order. And I’ve picked up quite a bit of knowledge since then—especially since I met Tas. There are more paths to the Force than people think.”
The conversation had strayed into territory that was wholly unfamiliar to Boil, so he was relieved when your serious expression faded and the usual glint of humor returned to your eyes. “Lucky for you, I know what I’m doing.”
He smiled, content to let you steer the topic back to the ritual. “So when you say we need a strong connection, how strong are we talkin’?”
“It requires a very high level of trust. We will have to lower our mental defenses enough to allow each other in. When I’ve done it in the past, it was with people I was very close to—people I had known for years.”
“So you don’t do this for every trooper you bewitch?” he asked.
You grinned. “Actually, yes. After tonight, I will have done this for every single trooper I’ve bewitched. One-hundred percent success rate. Hopefully.”
“So what happens if our connection isn’t strong enough?”
Your smile faltered slightly. “Nothing. We’ll have a hell of a trip, and tomorrow we can thank the Force that it wasn’t our money that got wasted on the tea.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad,” he said. “When should we do it?”
“We’ll need a few hours of uninterrupted privacy, so we’ll want to wait until I get off work tonight,” you replied. “It’ll be about half an hour before you start to feel the effects, and then we’ll begin the ceremony.”
“That sounds ominous,” he laughed. “Is there a blood sacrifice, or is that only on Centaxdays?”
“You know, I’m fresh out of sacrificial victims, so we’ll have to skip it this time.”
Your eyes sparkled, and he inhaled softly, stunned by how beautiful they were when you looked at him with that mischievous expression. Not that he would tell you that, obviously. What was he supposed to say?
You have the sweetest eyes in the galaxy.
I’ve never kissed anyone with such perfect lips.
The last two weeks have been the best of my life.
When I’m with you, I feel like everything is easier.
I don’t want to leave.
Please. He wasn’t a total sap.
“Cutting corners?” he asked instead, a hint of a taunt in his tone. “And here I thought I’d get special boyfriend privileges.”
He watched for your reaction out of the corner of his eye, and he didn’t miss the way you bit your lip to keep from smiling.
“Oh, you get boyfriend privileges,” you replied. “Door keycode, toothbrush, unlimited conservator access, your very own caf mug… And other things.”
He grinned, moving closer and sliding his hand around your waist, easing his fingers inside your ridiculous bathrobe to caress the bare skin of your hip.
“What other things?” he murmured in your ear, nipping the skin of your neck softly.
Kriff, you taste delicious.
“Ten percent discount on readings,” you replied.
“Ten percent?” he whispered, trailing kisses down your neck to your shoulder as he untied the sash of your robe and brushed his fingers lower on your body. “You can do better than that.”
“F—five percent,” you stammered in a gratifyingly breathy voice. “That’ll teach you not to haggle.”
“Mm,” he hummed as he worked his mouth down your torso, dropping slowly to his knees in front of you. “Maybe we could work out a barter system. I’m sure I could provide some services you might find appealing.”
Your only response was a broken whimper as he took you with his mouth, gripping your hips and then sliding his hands back to cup your ass and pull you against his face.
Maker, I could worship you forever. I don’t want to leave.
Boil would rather die than admit he was nervous. For kark’s sake, he faced off against entire divisions of battle droids on a daily basis; how intimidating could a cup of tea possibly be? Besides, you seemed perfectly comfortable as you brewed the tea and lit a stick of incense, and there was no way he’d let you see him blink. He was a soldier of the Republic, and he wasn’t afraid of anything.
Still, some of his definitely-not-nervousness must have shown on his face, because you gave his arm an encouraging little touch as you walked past him into the living area. He watched as you pulled all the throw pillows off the sofa and your bed and piled them on the floor to make a soft, chaotic nest, and then you dimmed the lights. Your flat had already taken on a strange, mystical air, and he hadn’t even tasted a sip of the tea yet.
He watched curiously as you placed colorful stones in all the windowsills and doorways of your flat.
“What are those for?” he asked.
“Just making sure the only spirits that show up are the ones we want,” you replied with a lopsided grin, but the look in your eyes made him think you were deadly serious. “Nothing to worry about.”
He blinked. So I guess that’s definitely something to worry about.
“I’m not gonna get haunted by this, am I?” he asked, aiming for a casual tone and not quite nailing it.
“Definitely not!” you replied, before adding under your breath, “... probably.”
“Probably?”
“I’m ninety percent sure,” you reassured him. “Eighty-three percent sure.”
“Are you kriffing with me, or are you serious?” he demanded.
You laughed. “I’m kriffing with you. You definitely, probably won’t get haunted, and even if you do, Tas has a banishing spell that’ll get rid of anything.”
“You know you’re not exactly inspiring confidence, right?”
Your only response was a playful smile that made him want to kiss you until you forgot your own name, so he did. He caught you by the hand and hauled you into his arms, threading his fingers through your hair as he kissed you again and again.
“Could you be serious for ten seconds?” he murmured between kisses.
“No promises.” You flicked your tongue against the corner of his lips, and he nearly called off the entire operation and tossed you onto the bed on the spot.
With a rather impressive display of self control—if he did say so himself—he pulled away slightly and asked, “Are the walls of the Venator going to start weeping blood if I do this?”
“Oh, almost certainly not,” you replied. “Maybe just a droplet or two on the refresher mirrors…”
He stared into your eyes for a moment, then let out a reluctant laugh, dropping his forehead to rest against your shoulder. You wrapped your hand around the back of his head and pressed your lips against his temple.
“We don’t have to do any of this if you don’t want to,” you said quietly.
His arms tightened around you as he inhaled deeply, trying to memorize your exact scent. “No. I want to know. I need to know.”
You held him silently for a moment, and then you nodded. “If you’re sure, then everything is ready.”
“I’m sure,” he said, pulling back just far enough to look into your eyes. “Let’s do this.”
“Okay.” You held him tightly for another moment, then broke away to retrieve the two mugs of tea from the kitchen. You passed one to him, then tapped your own against it. “Bottoms up, Buttercup.”
Boil was expecting the concoction to taste awful: bitter and sinister, maybe with a hint of brimstone. In reality, it was actually pretty good. It was smooth, a little spicy, and sweetened with honey, and he drained the cup without complaint. He waited expectantly, but nothing happened.
“Now what?” he asked.
“Now we watch an episode of It’s Always Sunny on Abafar and wait for it to kick in,” you replied, glancing down into the mug to quickly scan the leaves the way he’d noticed you do every time you finished a cup of tea.
Whatever you saw must not have been too terrible, given that you didn’t immediately cancel the evening’s activities. He shrugged and moved to the sofa, pulling you down with him as you turned on the holoscreen. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to the luxury of being able to watch whatever he wanted, any time he pleased. Not to mention that your sofa, shabby as it was, was quite possibly the most comfortable piece of furniture in the galaxy—particularly with your head resting on his shoulder and your body tucked in close to his own as he curled around you.
“Don’t fall asleep on me,” you warned, nudging him with your elbow.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he lied.
The episode failed to hold his attention, and his mind and hands began to wander. He traced his fingertips over your shoulder and down your bare arm, around your wrist and back up again, enjoying the smooth warmth of your skin. He’d never touched shimmersilk in his life, but he would have bet a month of rations that your skin was softer. Eventually, he draped his arm around your waist and began to play with the hem of your shirt, tugging it up to expose your abdomen.
“Don’t even think about it,” you said, resting your hand over his. “There’s no way in hell I’m going there on your first trip.”
“Even if I want to?” he murmured, kissing the back of your neck.
“Nope. Besides, we’re not just doing this for fun, remember?” You rolled over to face him.
“Fine. Maybe next time.” He rested his forehead against yours, stroking your cheek softly as he gazed into your eyes. “Your pupils are huge.”
You snorted a laugh. “Seems like the tea is working. Shall we get started?”
He nodded. “What do we do?”
“I have bad news,” you said gravely. “We’re going to have to break the cuddle.”
“Not the cuddle!” he gasped in horror.
“I’m afraid so.”
He grumbled, but begrudgingly disentangled his limbs from yours. As he sat up, the room seemed to sway slightly, almost as if the entire building were floating in water. He didn’t want to alarm you, so he didn’t mention that the pattern on your wallpaper was definitely, absolutely, one-hundred percent coming to life. The designs gyrated and churned in a nauseating swirl, and he tore his eyes away from it, determined not to abort the mission for a reason as pitiful as tea-induced motion sickness.
He followed you silently to the nest of cushions you’d arranged on the floor, sitting opposite you with his legs crisscrossed. You scooted forward until your knees touched his, and you took his hands, holding them in a loose grip. He stroked his thumb over your palm, and the smile you gave him in return made him forget all about the wallpaper.
“Close your eyes,” you said softly, “and take a slow breath, all the way down to the bottom of your lungs.”
He did as you said, and as he exhaled gradually, he felt his stomach settle and the tension drain out of his shoulders. The pair of you repeated the exercise a few times, and then you asked him to focus on keeping his breath smooth and even. He was starting to feel incredibly relaxed and drowsy, and only his promise not to fall asleep kept him from drifting off.
“Think of somewhere you felt safe and happy,” you said in a low voice. “Picture it in your mind.”
Here. With you.
“Do you see it?” you asked.
“Yes,” he whispered, envisioning your cozy, colorful little flat as clearly as though he had opened his eyes.
He was alone in his mental version of the flat, and he took a moment to look around. It was tidier in his mind, with the nest of cushions all put back where they belonged, and no telltale pastry crumbs on the kitchen counter. But aside from that, it was the same, filled with signs of you—the eclectic jumble of teacups on your kitchen shelf; the colorful array of robes hanging on hooks on the wall; the vibrant collection of thrifted art hanging on the walls. It even smelled like your scent. The only thing missing was—
Knock knock.
He turned toward the door in his mind, and then he was standing in front of it without ever having moved his feet. He leaned in to look through the peephole—wait, your door has a holoscreen. The image in his mind warped, and suddenly the holoscreen appeared. You stood outside in the hallway, waiting.
“Will you let me in?” you asked quietly.
Your lips didn’t move in the vision of you he saw within his mind, and he realized you’d spoken the words aloud.
“Yes,” he replied, opening the door.
As you stepped inside, your gaze flicked around the flat, and your breath caught. Too late, Boil realized he’d revealed far more than he intended. He swallowed nervously, bracing himself for your mockery now that you had witnessed the true depth of his feelings for you.
When you looked at him, though, there was no trace of ridicule in your eyes. You stepped closer and took his hand in yours, and as you did, he felt the soft pressure of a gentle, reassuring squeeze on his physical hands. To his relief, that was the only acknowledgment, though he had a feeling the two of you would be having a long conversation once the effects of the tea had worn off.
“Are you ready?” you asked, and somehow, he knew you’d asked the question directly to his mind.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” he replied without speaking.
You smiled. “In that case, I’d like you to meet someone.”
Your gaze shifted to a point over his shoulder, and he turned slowly. A stranger stood behind him, ancient and wrinkled, with eyes that somehow seemed very familiar and very, very kind. A faint blue glow emanated from her, and though she seemed solid enough, Boil had the distinct feeling that if he were to open his eyes, he’d see nothing but you, sitting across from him in a nest of cushions.
“Is this the boy you told me about?” she asked, inspecting him closely.
“Yes,” you replied. “Gran, I’d like you to meet Boil.”
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major andor spoilers episode 6. incoherent discomfort
i get that because of who the characters are nemik and skene needed focus on their arcs and where they end up, but it still sucks that the more background character of taramyn got got instantly and so did gorn who definitely had more presence? like he got got with so little notice and. idk. they chose to cast them all like that and shoot the action like that. leaves a bad taste in my mouth that the black men die first in the firefight, arent we past that trope.
like i had to google if gorn died? im holding out hope he lives but if not thats such a shitty end to the character.
and like on the one hand people die in rebellion and you can't afford to stop the fight its storytelling and also i saw suggested maybe taramyn died bc skene was not covering him right which is tragic and interesting but like. idk. the 2 who die in the firefight are dark skinned black men and the 2 who die later with great pathos are white men.
i dont really have coherent thoughts but it was really one major downside for me in what was otherwise the best episode.
edit: i rewatched the ep and like i do like that gorn was the only rebel who couldnt take cover because he was trying to sell the story. if he took cover, he might have lived, but he had to try, and he bought time for everyone else to scatter. i LIKE that, i like that the character died from that. I like that skeen probably let taramyn die on purpose as a foreshadowing of him being a piece of shit.
and like theres levels to that right of a black man's life expendable to a white man's greed. like it could be intentional but idk. was it necessary? the characters work but the casting complicates things? at this point my feelings are complicated. im still thinking about it.
#spoilers in tags#pay no attention to the tags if you arent caught up#andor spoilers#this would be solved by making nemik black i think. or giving more attention to gorn during the firefight or after or smth#idk!! i get that the deaths are necessary and taramyn was a bg character but it still sucks
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1, 12, 22, 32, 47, 50 for the ask game
Do most people call you your full name or a nick name?
I go by my full name (Angela) because I hate Angie as a nickname. As for online, I do have a nickname for my most common username, that nickname being Star and the username StarWarsCrazy. As Buckhunter, I don't think I've been called a nickname yet.
I went way in-depth on this one. Feel free to call me whatever, though, I have too many names thanks to the online world. 😂
What’s your favorite fruit?
My favorite fruits are strawberries and blueberries. On the contrary, I can't stand pineapple.
What are your favorite smells?
I love the smell of campfires. Living in a rural area, it's not uncommon to smell them. Also, this one's strange, but I like the smell of gasoline.
Talk about a time something or someone made you happy?
The news that we were going to get a new kitten (Rocket, a little over a year ago). In August the year before, we'd had to have one put down because she'd caught a fatal disease that couldn't be cured. Getting Rocket was- and still is, to me- another chance for her. And he's doing well, he's currently older than she ever got to be and in perfect health. Had to stop the silly guy from killing and eating a spider last night while I was in the shower.
Rocket (left), Sabrina (right).
What’s your favorite time of day?
My favorite time of day is dusk, the short time between sunset and full darkness. In the summer, the temperature is really nice, and I like the lighting of that hour. Bright, but not too bright; dark, but not too dark.
What’s your favorite book, movie, and tv show?
Book- I have lots of favorite books, but right now I'd have to say that it's the Ahsoka novel. It's just too good, even if she kills an Inquisitor. Heard that we'll see that fight in Tales Of The Jedi and I really hope that's true.
Movie- Going to have to go with Rogue One as my favorite movie. A couple years ago, I rewatch-binged it for like an entire month. It was so hard to get myself to stop. Saw Saw (oof, that sounds weird) in the Andor trailer and got really excited.
TV show- this one is always changing, but right now it's Station 19. Found it from a Star Wars firefighter AU fic that mentioned it in the notes and caught my curiosity. It took me a couple of weeks to binge all five seasons, and waiting for season six has been difficult.
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Rewatched Andor and here are my absolute favourite lines of dialoge/ monologe
"I said I know you. I know the outside I know what people tell me when I ask. The rest I imagine. I imagine your hate. I imagine that no matter what you tell me or tell yourself, you'll ultimately die fighting these bastards. So what I'm asking you is this: Wouldn't you rather give it all at once to something real than carve of useless pieces till there's nothing left?"
S01E04
"The pace of repression outstrips our ability to understand it. And that is the real trick of the imperial thought machine. It's easier to hide behind 40 atrocities than a single incident. But they have a fight on their hands, don't they?"
S01E05
"We need it. We need the fear. We need them to overreact."
"You can't be serious."
"The empire has been choking us so slowly, we're starting not to notice. The time has come to force their hand."
"People will suffer."
"That's the plan."
S01E07
"Take all the money you found and go find some peace."
"I won't have peace. I'll be worried about you all the time."
"That's just love. Nothing you can do about that."
S01E07
"How long we hang on, how far we get, how many of us make it out, all of that is up to us. [...] Wherever you are right now, get up, stop the work. Get out of your cells, take charge and start climbing. They don't have enough guards and they know it. If we wait until they figure that out, it'll be too late. We will never have a better chance than this and I would rather die trying to take them down than giving them what they want. [...] There is one way out. Right now this building is ours. You need to run, climb, kill! You need to help each other. You see someone who's confused, someone who's lost, you get them moving and you keep them moving until we put this place behind us. There are 5000 of us. If we can fight half as hard as we've been working, we will be home in no time. One way out!
S01E10
"And what do you sacrifice?"
"Calm. Kindness. Kinship. Love. I've given up all chance at inner peace. I made my mind a sunless place. I share my dreams with ghosts. I wake up everyday to an equation I wrote 15 years ago from which there's only one conclusion. I'm damned for what I do. My anger, my ego, my unwillingness to yield, my eagerness to fight, they've sat me on a path from which there is no escape. I yearned to be a savior against injustice without contemplating the cost and by the time I look down there was no longer any ground beneath my feet. What is my sacrifice? I'm condemned to use the tools of my enemy to defeat them. I burn my decency for someone else's future. I burn my life to make a sunrise that I know I'll never see. And the ego that started this fight will never have a mirror or an audience or the light of gratitude. So what do I sacrifice? Everything!"
S01E10
"There will be times where the struggle seems impossible. I know this already. Alone, unsure, dwarfed by the scale of the enemy. Remember this. Freedom is a pure idea. It occurs spointaneously, without instruction. Random acts of insurrection are occuring 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 acts of insurrection pushes our lines forward. And then remember this. The Imperial need for control is so desperate because it is so unnatural. Tyranny requires constant effort. It breaks, it leaks. Authority is brittle. Oppression is the mask of fear. Remember that. And know this. The day will come when all these skirmishes and battles, these moments of defiance will have flooded the banks of the empire's authority and then there will be one too many. One single thing will break the siege. Remember this. Try."
S01E12
"Tell him, none of this is his fault. It was already burning. He's just the first spark of the fire. Tell him, he knows everything he needs to know and feels everything he needs to feel. And when the day comes, and those two pull together, he will be an unstoppable force for good. Tell him, I love him more than anything he could ever do wrong."
S01E12
"Where you stand now, I've been more times than I can remember. I always wanted to be lifted. I was always eager, always waiting to be inspired. I remember every time it happened, every time the dead lifted me... with their truth. And now I'm dead. And I yearn to lift you. Not because I want to shine or even be remembered. It's because I want you to go on. I want Ferrix to continue. In my waning hours that's what comforts me most. But I fear for you. We've been sleeping. We've had each other and Ferrix, our work, our days. We had each other and they left us alone. We kept the trade lanes open, and they left us alone. We took their money and ignored them, we kept their engines churning, and the moment they pulled away, we forgot them. Because we had each other. We had Ferrix. But we were sleeping. I've been sleeping. And I've been turned away from the truth I wanted not to face. There is a wound that won't heal at the center of the galaxy. There is a darkness reaching like rust into everything around us. We let it grow now it's here. It's here and it's not visiting anymore. It wants to stay. The empire is a disease that thrives in darkness, it is never more alive than when we sleep. It's easy for the dead to tell you to fight, and maybe it's true, maybe fighting is useless. Perhaps it's too late, but I'll tell you this... if I could do it again, I'd wake up early and be fighting these bastards from the start. Fight the empire!"
S01E12
#add more as you please#this show is the greatest thing I've ever seen#oh to have a fraction of that writing talent#andor#star wars#cassian andor#luthen#mon mothma#maarva
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success : ) he added the songs. i also drew something and thought about brnine at 5am in lieu of listening to the new ep
This song makes me mostly sad about Phrygian but it's a good Brnine grief song generally. It's probably all the talk about listening to tapes of a person you love. "I'll hear what you say and you'll hear me too" specifically kind of gets me... Also "the way we used to fight" because Brnine HAS to still be thinking about the S.I. fight even of just subconsciously. It clicks.
I don't remember if its come up on the show but I don't really think Brnine watches/listens to the GurValence recordings?* I'm just having trouble imagining that when they won't even say their name. If that's true, (it is to me at the time I drew this and am thinking about it now) this probably feels like a moment of weakness or giving in. (It's late at night or very early and they can't sleep. Probably just recently moved from the hospital room to their own. The sound is a hum from the Asepsis terrarium and, quietly, the tape. The room is very messy.)
Though I guess here grief re: Valence is more direct since they're listening to one of those tapes (though they might not be like, /hearing/ it really) and re: Phrygian it's more like. A vague revulsion but also comfort? familarity? and not wanting to think about it at feeling the wires & cables on their skin (the shapes lying around are supposed to be gutted machine parts or whatever. You know. Things with wires and cables in them). I also drew this hand with a cord twirled around their fingers kind of gripping it, it just didn't fit in the picture.
I do think this is probably too emo for Brnine because they're so... Compartmentalizing with their grief specifically until it catches them off guard or/bc they stop moving (Which they won't now. They're on borrowed time! ). I just really liked this image I had in my head! This is what fanart is for. I love Brnine.
Lately I've really been wanting to play around with lineweight more, it's something I like a lot in art I look at... it kind of goes together with a fluidity I wish my lines had! (I think my lines usually end up looking kind of rigid because I always want them to be really clean.) I've been enjoying looking at beeelderly's art for that reason lately. You probably just get a feeling on where to put weight the more you do it, but currently it's guesswork for me, so I'm paying close attention. I wish I could remember the name of a webcomic I read recently that also used this... Anyways I have like 1 brush that does this well (luckily I like using it. I think it's the one I used to the animatic?), and I might look for more. I wanna get more bold with it too. Lining! I might grit my teeth about it a lot but it's fun! The color palette is kind of from the album cover... I didn't directly color pick or anything but I haven't drawn with a green like that in a while (PALISADE art keeps ending up being purple) & I like it. I'm also enjoying coloring in monotones. I'm still mostly bullshitting lighting, but it's a bit easier to wrap my head around this way... I should still practice coloring & actually look at color theory more, but I'm having fun with this, and it's a step up from leaving sketches black & white (which has it's merits too! I'm usually planning comics in b&w).
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* When I thought about this the other day I was like woah... just like in Andor...!** I can't be assed to find this AMCA quote rn but there's a part where they talk about Cassian being afraid to take Nemiks manifesto. And then he just stores it in a box along with his most important possessions for x amount of time. And it's not really the same it's not but you could draw parallels if you wanted to. I believe..... (Thinking about rewatching Andor again. The AMCA coverage really was crazy good on that one. I also miss when I wasn't fully caught up on AMCA I might just start relistening to their Clone Wars eps.....)
** Well let's be clear. PARTIZAN was first.
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this is the 2nd song that has lyrics in the episode desc but wasnt added to the palisade playlist so i might risk being kind of annoying and send an ask to austin about it. because what the fuck i love this
#5am-6am thoughts from this morning mostly. Ooohh I should've been sleeping but what can you do#my days all outta whack just had breakfast at 2pm#im sickkkk. ill keep whining about it too this shit sucks#i cant. ok i could listen to the new ep but i cant take a walk so i dont want to.#its just not the same to just listen at home.#Palisade#fatt#friends at the table#palisadeposting#i do love drawing someone with their back turned. i did this with fero for like a year.#speaking of palisade playlist the new song is giving me an ominous feeling... i hope all is well what with dust showing up.
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