#Jorj

[fayewoodss]

[abiiors]

what's going on on twitter im too scared to look

oh god so many things:

1) the maylors —

now that taylor is allegedly dating that nfl guy (travis something??) they’re gossiping about how this is why matty hard launched gabriette so quick as if matty’s entire life revolves around, and i quote verbatim, “winning the idgaf war” (which acc to maylors taylor is winning)

because of course two people who may or may not have fucked each other for like a month or so will from now on until the end of time get into diff relationships to make each other jealous

2) the “matty has relapsed” crowd —

this genuinely is unhinged to me?? like they are putting up photos from the start of atvb and comparing them to the last two festival shows and talking about how “these are not the same person” when both the photos look so fucking similar?? 😭

their entire reasoning seems to be that matty is “acting like a 25 year old” and i have no idea what that’s supposed to mean btw i am guessing it has something to do with the pink limo

3) matty himself but at this points mans has probably smoked substances unknown to man so i will let him be. you do you sweetie

[giraffeonstilts]

Jorj

Like the way Madame Bonfamille says the name of her oldest and dearest friend

[ghostofjupiter8]

That one ship meme but with Thrawn characters.

As always with this meme, the term canon is used very loosely. And no hate to anyone!

Picture quality was demolished as always.

I made some Outbound Flight deepcuts in this one

[thefrontofmymind]

oh, 2019 mildly-y2k skirt-wearing pre-mohawk middle part curls matty healy, my beloved

[modelsof-color]

Nyaduola Gabriel & Ana Jorge by Karia Wik for Zoo Magazine December 2022

[fayewoodss]

um,,,

[jetslay]

MAWS' Superman & Lois by Jorje Croft.

[asexual-squidward]

I noticed very few of the posts on the LOST fan accounts I follow include ones with Michael Emerson in them - so I did a deep dive into Pinterest

(Dads going on a hike)

Carrie picking a fight with Matthew Fox for beating up her husband so many times

This photo of Michael and Terry is them out of character but everyone uses it as a photo of Locke and Ben for shipping purposes and I find that hilarious

(I think this is their last day filming so putting this at the end seems fitting)

[fayewoodss]

when the slushie of unspeakable horrors whispers unspeakable horrors to me and I cannot speak of them

[abiiors]

i’m literally fucking speechless about ross today. vee i CANT DEAL WITH THISSSS

mmmm yes 🥲

[incorrectstarwarslegendsquotes]

Thrawn: Hello. My name is Mitth'raw'nuroudo. Jorj Car'das: Hm. Spelled the way it sounds?

[alekosx]

Thrass: Fine.

[ghostofjupiter8]

I have come to the realization that most of the media I've been hyperfixating on for a while are all just various Sherlock Holmes adaptations (and/or inspired by SH) and I don't know what to do with that information.

Oddly enough the actual ACD books and related shows were the most recent addition to my silly brain.

I think that Holmes and Watson's dynamic just scratches an itch in my brain.

[jedidryad]

WIP Wednesday: It's hard to be practical and pragmatic in this galaxy

If you've read The Hand of Thrawn Duology, you will know that Mara's search for Jorj Car'das results in data on how to get to a planet called Exocron. Since it's all a retcon, Zahn handwaves it with about three lines of set up in a dialogue exchange between Karrde and Lando while Mara is on Nirauan.

But she had to get that information somehow, so here's my supposition about how the journey to Exocron began, with information pulled from The Darkstryder Campaign- Kathol Outback via Wook.

“You found something then.” Karrde sounded relieved if still nonplussed as he grabbed two datapads off his desk. He handed one to me as I stood up holding one of the datacards.

Ghent continued to wriggle uncomfortably. He mumbled about things being impossible as Karrde and I pulled up the records.

What he’d found was a collection of star charts and entries in historical records, and also references in other texts: mythologies, religious ceremonies, folk tales.

I felt my brows knit together as Karrde continued to ask questions and Ghent only grew more flustered.

Then I stumbled across a verse, a holographic image that had clearly started life as vellum or nerf hide. The quatrain looked ancient.

I read aloud, 

“The coveted haven of the precious vessel, In celestial realms of treach’rous spectro, None alight without doubtful wrestle –”

“– on the hidden world of Exo”

I glanced up at Karrde as he cut me off to finish the fabled verse. He looked at me, bemused, “it’s the Cothian Rubei”

“Kriff. We’re at a total dead end.” I flopped down on Karrde’s sofa next to Ghent, “Sithspawn. Two years and all we come up with is a crikking mythical planet!”

“Car’das was a philosophical sort,” Karrde mused, rubbing his chin.

“Deamos Na Coth wasn’t a philosopher,  he was a madcap spiritualist.”

“Says the Jedi.”

“I’m not a Jedi!”

“Fine, you just use the Force sometimes.”

“That’s right, and don’t you forget it.”

“Mara, do you really think it’s impossible there’s some unexplored planet out there that resembles the lush green paradise of Exo?”

I stared down at the star charts and historical accounts in my hands. I’d read the stories of the expeditions to find Exo. They’d been led by a philosopher named Deamos-Na Coth in pre-Imperial times. The planet was supposed to be incredibly beautiful, a paradise available to those who knew where to seek it. 

Most of the expeditions had been disasters with few ships ever returning. Those that were recovered had clearly been raided by bloodthirsty pirates and slavers, or had become sites of bitter mutinies. Most ships had disappeared forever, lost somewhere between the stars. It had been presented to me as foolish to try to find a mythical planet when there was a beautiful, glorious Empire to serve.

“Of course it’s possible." I conceded, "there’s any number of planets that could match that description: Naboo, Yavin, even Endor if your paradise includes Ewoks, but that’s the thing. He could be anywhere now.”

“Ghent’s digging seems to point to Kathol.”

“Oh of course, the Kathol Rift, where comms get inexplicably jammed,  pilots go mad and pirates lie in wait to scavenge over the wreckage.”

“You don’t need to go in there, just pay a visit to the Kathol Republic and see what you can find out about the area.”

“You’re starting to sound desperate, Karrde.”

“You know I wouldn’t dare trust anyone else with this.”

I frowned. “I know.”

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