#She hates Wren

[togepies]

they are my crocs.

[crocs coming soon from @gloryride 🩷]

[aspiringwarriorlibrarian]

God I am so sick of people who only watched Clone Wars and skimmed Rebels watching Ahsoka and asking why Sabine is so obsessed with Ezra and acting like her turning back was some sort of character development, when one of the core parts of her character is giant abandonment issues.

Sabine has watched her family turn their backs on her, Ketsu leave her to die, the other members of the Ghost crew falling away for one reason or another, losing her family, and then Ahsoka ditching her for being sad about it. She has spent over half her life watching the people she loves leave her behind, and she would never do that to someone else. Let alone to Ezra, who she bonded with over also having abandonment issues and who was only able to leave in the first place because he counted on her to bring him back.

It's not about romantic feelings or priorities. It's about the fact that all she's ever wanted was someone to come back for her, and when she's on the other end of that decision, there's no scenario where she fails them the way everyone else failed her.

[sapphicsparkles]

wolfwren week day 5: dreams and madness | a day for bending reality

Jedi Padawan AU

[wren-kitchens]

if i see one more person claiming eloise is being a bad person because she is telling penelope that she shouldn't lie about who she is to the love of her life, i am going to start using firearms

[whippedcloudsofcream]

[thehotpilot]

currently in SHAMBLES over the parallel of sabine kneeling before her helmet and cutting her hair off before going on a mission to save ezra and kanan doing the same before saving hera

[lala-blahblah]

I will never make this because it would be for an audience of one (me) but ever since reading "If we Were Villains" (story about serious drama kids in college who perform shakespeare and deal with a murder) I have been entertaining the thought of a crack fic crossover with High School Musical The Musical The Series where the staff decides they will no longer put on shakespeare after the tragic accident that happened at Thanksgiving, because Shakespeare plays would only increase the tension and drama. So they hire Ms. Jen who decides their spring play will actually be High School Musical (which exists in the 90s in this universe) and it ruins the vibe so much that everyone gives up on being dark and mysterious because they're universally pissed at Ms Jen for making them learn choreoraphed basketball dancing.

[aardvaark]

I like how it seems Beth Riesgraf (Parker) made a really wild impression on the Leverage creators, executive producers & network, from all the interviews...

Leverage Cast: S4 Behind The Scenes - Auditions

Beth Riesgraf: I left the [audition] room and it was one of those moments where you go down to your car and something clicks, and you really get something that you didn’t get in the room. So I walked back up and they’re like "well, he’s got about five more people to see" so I was like "oh, awesome". So I waited. John comes out of the room and I’m like [suddenly very animated] "hi! so listen!" and by the time I was done, I had him like this [grabs Timothy Hutton, who’s seated next to her, by his lapels with both hands] and I didn’t even realise, but I got so excited that I was like "no no no, just let me do it again!" and John was like, "no no no, I think you’re fine… I think you got it. I think you got the character".

LA Screening Q&A with Devlin, Rogers & Downey

Dean Devlin: Fun story with Parker is that there were two actresses who came in for the final reading for the studio. And one of the two actresses - beautiful girl, very competent actor, very good […]. But after she left, we turned to the people at the network and we said, "she’s great, we like her - this next girl’s the girl we’d really like to hire. She’s not kind of the typical girl you’d normally hire in a show like this". So then Beth [Riesgraf] came in for the audition. Didn’t say one word. Just came in- John Rogers: None of this "hi, I’m here", yeah. Dean: She just read in character, and then walked out of the room. At which point the head of TNT turned to me and said, [whispering] "is she… crazy?". [normal voice] I said, "I don’t know, but I love her". John: Her hair was in her face, remember? She came in and did like, the crazy, angry, just-hates-everyone Parker.

The way these link up so well is so funny to me & it gives such a hilarious picture of the Parker audition process.

[sentientsky]

When she first Fell, the sky had been all embers, all vicious touch. They’d felt nothing but the bite of flames and gore and the sulphuric acid of a mother’s love turned corrosive. Crowley had burned—heavenly bone, muscle, flesh, the chemical antiseptic of the ether stripping away to bare nerve tissue.

In the eternities since, they’d held their breath, kept herself small. They’d learned to amputate the desire that settled in the tips of her fingertips and in the scarlet ends of their hair. She—alone, ever alone—had dragged herself from the brimstone and out of the bonfire. She’d taught herself to exist in the jaws of an unmuzzled universe, under stars that no longer called their name. Now the sky is blue, and the bookshop burns. The bookshop burns and Crowley’s heart is in her throat, eating its way out of their body. The bookshop burns and yet their angel must be fine. (He has to be fine because the world still spins on its axis and the sea hasn’t swallowed her whole. And if breath still lives in her body, and the universe has yet to collapse in on itself, then their angel has to be fine). But something coils deep in her belly: an oil-slick, a poisonous berry. They bite their lip a brackish silver, the taste of ichor rotten in her mouth.

As though in a trance, she presses forward, and the frantic thrash of panic in her chest forces the double doors wide without so much as a thought. The interior of the shop is all orange-red teeth and flaming claws, tearing into bookshelves and loveseats and oh. Oh, the two of them had just been sitting there not three days ago. (Crowley had tried so hard to stay on her side of the room, to keep her fingertips from brushing the edge of Aziraphale’s as they passed silver-stemmed goblets between them. Skin to skin, breath to body—the indirect touch of their mouths. The passive desperation of six thousand years of want left fermenting under their skin).  

They call for him, heat searing her lungs. It comes out ragged and desperate and too late (always too late). 

Heat knifes clean through her now—a gutting sensation, a disembowelment in the middle of an already-burning funeral pyre. For as long as they had been on Earth together, she’d always been able to sense their angel from anywhere in the world—a steady, beating heart of a presence. An inevitable gravity that wrapped itself around her arms and tugged her forward. It had been axiomatic, a fundamental truth of how the universe functioned: a hand extended always finds purchase. A heart in motion remains in motion. 

So, in a room choked with smoke and two hundred years of memories, she reaches out, expanding the edges of her consciousness, pressing her mind into the outer reaches of the bookshop and Soho and the whole, cluttered universe. She searches for a pulse. And then something within her is breaking. Something is shaking apart in the depths of Crowley’s being—a star turned supernova turned withering, all-consuming black hole. No heartbeat, no flickering warmth, no pull in the periphery of her awareness. The corpse of gravity turns to dust in the corner of the room. 

And she knows—knows with the unflinching inevitability of too many questions, of an ink-winged angel falling from grace—that Aziraphale is gone. Outside, the sky remains blue. The world stays upright. And the bookshop still burns.

(thank u to the incredibly talented @actual-changeling for helping me fix the first part of the fourth paragraph)

[redeemed-wren]

Thought too long about Hermoine daughter of Meneleus and Helen and got sad

[sweaters-and-vertigo]

you know what? i’m about to say it…….. i don’t care that sabine wren is a jedi

[inquisitor-apologist]

I miss when Sabine Wren was allowed to be butch

[dol-dee]

Hm I would love to continue Dee's dol journey and play it more but I feel like I’m starting to run out of stuff

[wren-kitchens]

im literally so glad depression did not take my sense of humour away because if it did I would literally just be angel from buffy and I cannot think of a fate worse than that

[bikananjarrus]

i think i would be slightly (only very slightly tho) less bothered by the sabine jedi storyline if they actually talked about her being mandalorian more, and what it means for her, as a mandalorian, to continue training as a jedi.

like huyang did mention in this ep that there have been very few mandalorian jedi in their history. to emphasize that more and lay that groundwork more, wouldn’t it make sense to actually talk about the history sabine has with those two worlds colliding? not only have they not mentioned the training she did with kanan, they also haven’t mentioned the darksaber (which is VERY present in the mandalorian, so other just-live-action fans would be familiar with the sword at least) and sabine’s complicated history with all that.

it feels like filoni is foreshadowing sabine being one of those few mandalorian jedi (and also foreshadowing her being able to use the force later) and yet they’ve barely addressed the fact that she IS mandalorian. erasing her culture makes this whole sabine padawan thing make even less sense bc where is the motivation? where’s her history with the jedi? it’s not there bc we won’t talk about it

[better-call-mau1]

Legacy of Mandalore is one of my favorite Rebels episodes, and for good reason — the intro to the Wren family, the Mando-versus-Mando action, and of course Ezra throwing “his life” to Sabine in the heat of battle without a moment’s hesitation 😉 — but there’s one thing that bugs me every time:

Chekhov’s Ice.

The literary principle of Chekhov’s Gun, “If in Act One you have a pistol hanging on the wall, then it must fire in the last act,” has a lesser-known cousin, Chekhov’s Ice — which is really just my unnecessarily specific distinction for when the ice breaks during a duel on a frozen lake. As soon as you see that first crack, you know someone is going through. 🥶 It’s a guarantee! A sure thing! It always happens! Why else would they show that the ice is thin and breaking if it’s not going to play a role in the battle?

Apparently Dave Filoni has beef with Anton Chekhov, because we get two purposeful shots of the ice cracking beneath Sabine and Saxon’s feet…and then…nothing happens…? 🤨

NOTHING. HAPPENS.

WHY DIDN’T WE GET GARCICLE SAXON?????????