#Jesse’s revenge

[readjthompson]

YEAR IN REVIEW: My Top Ten Favorite Albums of 2024 (alphabetized by artist):

• Wobble by Black Market Karma

• Lost & Unreleased by Blue Sky Black Death Presents: The Holocaust

• the 8th cumming by cumgirl8

• Tremors by The KVB

• Jesse’s Revenge by Nacho Picasso & TELEVANGEL

• Synthesizer by A Place To Bury Strangers

• Knife Shook Your Hand by R. Missing

• The Raveonettes Sing… by The Raveonettes

• Casual Flexer by Studded Left

• Pomegranate by tess parks

[kylejsugarman]

i adore the breaking bad scene where all the guys at don eladio's place drink the poisoned tequila and start dropping dead because we the audience understand that this is an act of revenge that gus has been planning for years to avenge the death of his business and romantic partner, but jesse was never told any of this so he just got brought to a baller pool party by his new scary boss, a hot girl sat on his cock, and then everyone started dying and shooting at each other while he just stood there like

[forthosetunedin]

[darth-jess]

In my head, Vader relives every single moment he ever had with Padmé over and over again. Partly for comfort, partly because he misses her, but mostly to torture himself.

I wonder, if in all his remembrances, he thinks of how Palpatine admitted he knew of their marriage (Revenge of the Sith novelization by Matthew Stover), and yet he still sent Padmé on a mission to basically seduce Rush Clovis.

And I wonder if it ever crosses Vader's mind that Palpatine did this just to drive a wedge between them. That Palpatine tried to get between him and his wife.

I wonder if he ever thinks about how many times Dooku tried to have Padmé assassinated, but Dooku was just taking orders from Palpatine.

I wonder if he thinks about every risky mission Palpatine sent Padmé on, missions where she got captured or badly hurt.

Vader is not stupid.

You know he thinks about these things.

You know he hates Palpatine for all of this, and so much more.

And yet, Vader stays by Palpatine's side.

Not because he believes Palpatine is his friend. Not even because he believes Palpatine will help him become more powerful, though he definitely tells himself this lie.

Vader stays because Palpatine is the only one who accepts him. If Vader left, where would he go? What purpose would he have? He would have to go live out his life completely alone and isolated, and he would be forced to confront all the grief and the horror he caused.

Nobody loves Vader, nobody ever could.

He hates himself.

Because he was the Chosen One, who couldn't save his mother, who couldn't save Ahsoka, who couldn't save his wife, who couldn't save his unborn child.

And this existence, of being used and made to do all these terrible things, is what he deserves.

[darthjess-writing]

The Mask of Darth Vader

I'm sure other people realize this and have thought of this before, but as I've been writing my Star Wars fanfic I've come to understand something that feels a bit profound. At least to me.

Darth Vader IS the mask.

He is the mask that Anakin Skywalker wears to DEAL WITH WHAT HE'S DONE.

Because the truth is, Anakin Skywalker is not actually capable of committing the absolute horrors attributed to Vader. If you think about it, Anakin CARES and FEELS MORE DEEPLY than anyone. And while his love for Padmé drives him to embrace the Dark Side, he does not do it lightly. He falls to his knees, saying, "What have I done?" after (quite literally) disarming Mace Windu, which very quickly leads to the Jedi Master's death.

He only accepts the Dark Side and becomes Sidious's apprentice because he truly believes this is the only way to save the woman he loves. But what Sidious asks him to do to become powerful enough in the Dark Side is so awful and goes against everything Anakin ever stood for or believed in. So he creates this second persona, VADER, who has the strength to do what Anakin could not.

And I think this is why Vader hates Anakin: because Anakin didn't have it in him to do what needed to be done to save his (their?) wife. Because Anakin honestly doesn't have it in him to do what Sidious asks him to do.

This is why it's so shocking to everyone who ever knew Anakin that he turned to the Dark Side. Because once gain, HE JUST DOESN'T HAVE IT IN HIM. He is too caring, too loving, too empathetic to do the things that Vader does. And I think that NEVER STOPS BEING THE CASE.

Of course, Anakin and Vader are the same person, and deep down Anakin realizes that Vader is not actually real. But the Vader Persona protects him from the pain. Vader allows Anakin his innocence, Vader takes all the blame. Vader doesn't wallow in grief, Vader turns his pain into rage and uses it to protect the Empire.

Vader is the coping strategy Anakin uses to survive what he did. To survive his wife's death. And it's only fitting that once Luke brings Anakin forth once more, Anakin becomes one with the Force. Vader was the only thing keeping him alive.

This is why I love writing about Vader. His cognitive dissonance is horrifying and wonderful.

[devine-fem]

the film makers talking about the queer subtext in a nightmare on elm street 2 like they’re just founding out about it as well is my new favorite thing

[midnightdemonhunter]

Ties that bind!

[anghraine]

It's well past midnight but I felt like doing another piece of the femslash Spirk AU for WIP Wednesday (surprising no one) and what came out was ... T'Pring POV? This is, of course, set in the direct aftermath of S'paak's pon farr (as sketched out here, but the AU version of "Amok Time"):

As a girl, T’Pring had harbored an irrational, and thus regrettable, envy of t’sai S’paak. She had resented S’paak’s status as the daughter of Sarek and her superior performance on certain mathematical examinations given in childhood, when S’paak was but half a Vulcan. In a little time, of course, T’Pring overcame such childish emotions, and thirty years later, saw S’paak only as an obstacle to her own desires. The death of the Starfleet captain sufficed well enough for her plans—indeed, she had considered this the most likely eventuality. The body of the captain and the doctor were transported to the ship, and S’paak, clearly rational once more, walked over to speak to T’Pau and Stonn—mainly T’Pau. T’Pring could not hear from where she stood, but Stonn did not communicate any failures of their plan to her. Before she could think further on any of it, S’paak strode directly over to T’Pring herself, perhaps due to information received from Stonn or T’Pau, or perhaps no more than her own deductions. It would not take great acuity of observation to recognize T’Pring’s hand in the proceedings, after all: certainly less than S’paak had always possessed. T’Pring was not afraid. She lifted her head and met S’paak’s eyes, both of them smooth-faced and unflinching. Whatever human qualities S’paak might have inherited from her mother were nowhere in evidence. “T’Pring,” said S’paak, “I am wondering why you sought my death, or that of my captain.”

Her voice was appropriately unwavering.

“Stonn wanted me,” T’Pring replied, “and I wanted him.”

S’paak considered her in much the fashion that T’Pring had, long ago, seen her consider unexpected behaviors from a rare insect. “I see no logic in this.”

That did not surprise T’Pring. There was a logic to desire, but few understood it, and from all she had seen of Sarek’s daughter over the years, she suspected that S’paak understood it less than most.

“You have become much known among our people, S’paak—almost a legend,” T’Pring said calmly. “Stonn had come to know that he did not wish to be consort to a legend, and I desired him as mine. You have conducted yourself such that he had no basis for divorce except the kal-if-fee.”

S’paak studied her with little change, except that she locked her hands behind her back in the usual fashion of Starfleet officers. Despite the impracticalities of dress imposed on the women of Starfleet, and despite S’paak’s specialization in the sciences, T’Pring found her demeanor distinctly martial. She was not certain if this should be considered a failure on S’paak’s part, or further proof of success.

“Stonn is your inferior in reason, forethought, and most areas of expertise,” S’paak remarked. “It is clear to me that this endeavor must have been planned by you, rather than him, but not why you would bear so much inconvenience for nothing more than him.”

T’Pring was not susceptible to flattery, but she did not object to the respect she was due. She inclined her head.

“Yes, it was I who told him what he must do,” she said. “I do not desire him for his skill at logic, though it is adequate. I find his face and form pleasing. He accommodates my preferences in the ways I wish, rather than the ways that others wish for me. Also, freed from his betrothal to you, his property and name would be his to give once more, and they are suitable to my standing among our people. I found these reasons persuasive, and the proximity of your and his pon farr made the best approach obvious to me.”

“Is that so?” said S’paak, looking down at T’Pring with no further movement than the necessary motions for speech and observation. Her face looked paler than usual, but the light had shifted enough that this could be no more than a subjective impression.

T’Pring nodded. “I judged that if your captain had been the victor,” she explained, “she would not want Stonn nor make an acceptable match for him. He would be free, and so I would have him. If you were the victor, you would free him over the insult of the challenge and such a choice of champion, and again, I would have Stonn. Even if you had not freed him, all evidence indicated that you would be gone in your Federation vessel as soon as your pon farr had passed, and remain absent for another seven years, while Stonn would be here.”

She did not think she needed to elaborate further, though S’paak’s pause was just long enough that T’Pring considered the possibility of misjudgment.

“Logical,” said S’paak. “Flawlessly logical.”

“I am honored,” T’Pring said, and meant it.

S’paak glanced over at Stonn, who still spoke with T’Pau, the very slight rise and fall of his words decorous enough, if not equal to the self-command of T’Pau or T’Pring, or S’paak. She did not seem impressed, but then, she did not seem anything.

“We should join T’Pau,” S’paak told her, “in order to finalize these desired arrangements. I am, for a time, commanding officer of the Enterprise, and must depart soon.”

T’Pring assented, and followed S’paak’s longer stride across the rock and sand to where T’Pau sat in state. Stonn glanced quickly at them both, not visibly anxious, but betraying himself nevertheless. The law of Surak, however, made allowances for extraordinary situations, so T’Pring did not disapprove greatly. She made the customary courtesies to T’Pau and waited for the fruition of her plans.

“Stonn, you are free,” said S’paak. She turned to T’Pring. “He is not your equal, but he is yours. After a time, however, you may find that having is not so pleasing a thing as wanting. It is not logical, but it is often true.” Before T’Pring, or anyone, could reply, S’paak flipped open her communicator and said more briskly, “S’paak here. Stand by to beam up.”

T’Pring did not wish to show relief, least of all before S’paak was gone. She waited, and Stonn, less patient but more pliant, waited with her. 

S’paak turned towards T’Pau and she held up her hand.

“Live long, T’Pau, and prosper,” she said.

T’Pau returned the ta’al, steady despite her age. “Live long and prosper, S’paak.”

Without warning, S’paak’s hand dropped to her side. She shook her head.

“I shall do neither,” said S’paak. Her voice did not waver, but the angular planes of her face were harder than T’Pring had ever noticed before. “I have killed my captain and my friend. Energize.”

With that, she was gone.

[videoreligion]

She Killed in Ecstasy (1971)

#JessFrancoFriday

[forcebookish]

whumptober no.18: revenge

[goreyskeleton]

I love my gay finale boy who totally got a happy ending

[fanofspooky]

A Nightmare On Elm Street 2: Freddy’s Revenge

Dir. Jack Sholder

“One, Two / Freddy's coming for you / Three, Four / Better lock your door / Five, Six / Grab your crucifix”

[screamformebaybay]

Happy pride 🏳️‍🌈♥️🧡💛💚💙💜

I couldn't help but to make a post for Jesse and Grady ever since watching nightmare on elmstreet 2 me and my fiance ended up shipping them.

[jessequinnfirstofhername]

A Quick one! Wich Padme's outfit is your favorite?

Hmm, good question!

As I've said, I love those sunset-colored dresses she and her handmaidens wear in TPM:

But also (as morbid as it is) I love her funeral attire in ROTS. Mostly because it's so reminiscent of Ophelia by John Everett Millais, one of my favorite paintings.

[darth-jess]

Just thinking about the horribly heartbreaking symbolism of Padmé going to her grave with the Japor snippet laced in her fingers.

The Japor snippet was her reminder of who Anakin always was, of a boy who had nothing and still risked his life to help others, without thought of reward.

– Revenge of the Sith novelization by Matthew Stover

This necklace was a symbol of Anakin. It signified who he was as a person, of his selflessness, of his light, of his love. (See –> "You'll always be that little boy I knew on Tatooine")

And her carrying it to her grave is both a symbol of her unshakable faith in him, and a metaphor: that the last piece of Anakin Skywalker is following his wife to her grave.

That Anakin Skywalker is dead.

Vader is all that's left.

(…at least, for now.)

[darthjess-writing]

The fact that the Clone Wars themselves ARE the revenge of the Sith just kills me.

The Clone Wars turned the Jedi into warriors, into the very tool that served the rise of the Sith. This is their ultimate revenge.