#corporate rebels

[rebellovesthings]

its getting dire

[leofrith]

obviously the quality of all these shows is suffering from the fact that their primary function is to provide the setup for future star wars projects (mcuification, baby!!! who's ready for the infinity war style team-up movie where the gang takes down thanos—i mean thrawn?). but i also think a big part of why the book of boba fett, mando s3 (and to a slightly lesser extent, s2 as well), and ahsoka all suffer from the same issue of having their main protagonists cast aside in favour of side characters—which in itself might not be as annoying as it is if those stories were even remotely interesting or well-written—is because filoni & co. want to be making an ensemble piece. but instead, they're stuck having to make a bunch of solo projects that are ostensibly about individuals or smaller casts of characters, which they then stumble their way through in the most half-assed, half-hearted way possible because it's all just setup for the "mandoverse movie," a phrase which makes me want to projectile vomit.

[fuckyeahspaceship]

Star Wars The Vintage Collection The Ghost.

Modified VCX-100 light freighter, Corellian Engineering Corporation.

[ittybittybumblebee]

unspoken dispute to settle

[anstarwar]

Sometimes you’re about to drop into a mission and your bandolier just doesn’t have enough pouches for your things smh

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Kallus and Corporal Pao from @hixystix’s fabbbbulous Kallus x Zeb fic A Safe Haven

Been rereading it and it’s just so good! If you like Kalluzeb I’d highly recommend this fic! Kallus and Zeb are so well-characterized and really all of them are and and…it makes my little shipping heart go brrrr

(rated E so mind the rating if that ain’t your thing)

[twinsoulvisionary]

A grumpy, Alexsandr Kallus just hates this suit of a Droid Fix & Lube Corpor, mainly because it reminds him of his old ISB uniform. He has to wear it on a secret mission with Zeb, far off into wild space.

8 hours of traditional marker work, for 1 / 2 art pieces on a 2 ABY FF, coming your way real soon... Stay Tuned!!!

Hey, in the mean time, enjoy the eye candy!

[frozen-fountain]

Since the feature is due to be discontinued along with much else of what made the site worth using, I got possibly my last ever Reddit award for this analysis of Reeve/Cait Sith I wrote a couple of months ago. I thought I'd commemorate it here, too. Here's why my view of the character is essentially the joke about Cait being a fursona but like, taken seriously:

"Cait Sith's a weird one. I'm not surprised the character is as unpopular as he is because the execution is pretty bizarre, the rest of the party's reaction to both his tagging along and his betrayal are underwritten which adds to the weirdness, and I'm not going to try to defend his gameplay mechanics here - but from a narrative standpoint, I think there's stuff worth digging into. Especially when you consider the man behind the controller.

Regarding the Temple of the Ancients - I think the melodrama of it is purposeful. To all intents and purposes it plays like the typical Hollywood noble sacrifice, a redemptive moment for this creature before the end... and then his replacement comes along, making a big joke out of the moment. The purpose, as I see it, is to contrast Aerith's death as well as many of the others we see on screen. They all meet their ends in ways that are sudden and brutal and don't leave time for last words or moments of closure. I think it's a brilliant addition to what the game is saying about the transience of life and unromanticised inevitability of death.

As for the betrayal (and not to mention the part where a four-year-old girl is taken hostage), yep, that was a lousy thing to do. So was Vincent being a contract killer, Cloud and Tifa and especially Barret disregarding collateral damage and innocent bodies during the reactor bombings, and Cid heaping years of verbal abuse onto a woman who feels codependently indebted to him. They're all broken people in impossible situations left with no recourse, and in the case of Cait and his handler, I think it's easy to imagine Reeve looking on what he's doing as helping to not make a bad situation worse. He can keep Marlene safe from potentially cruel treatment by his peers while maybe doing his part to bring a dangerous guerrilla group to heel. It's still wrong, and I don't agree his methods are either moral or effective - but he's the same as everyone else in the game and doing the best he can with the inadequate hand he has.

And in a story that examines the toll a brutally hierarchical society like the one Shinra imposes on the world takes on the people in it, and the difficulty in resisting it in meaningful ways that don't cause a heap of collateral damage, Reeve is there to represent the futility of trying to change such a system that's already so far gone from the inside. We see him bullied by his coworkers for being such a dreamy idealist as to suggest maybe not crushing thousands upon thousands of people to death to increase the chance of apprehending six, and he then has to watch as the city he worked so hard to improve is treated as a disposable thing to destroy at will. He's also only thirty-five years old, which is terribly young to be in as high a position as he is. So what can we infer about this little-seen character from the avatar that joins the party?

The boundary between headcanon and reading between the lines starts to blur here. But I think to be an engineer, or a scientist of any stripe, you've got to have a streak of imagination and whimsy about you. I've always imagined Reeve, college-aged at best, showing up for work in the resplendent Shinra Tower and immediately boxing away his youth to act professional. And over the years, one moral after another joins his childhood in being repressed and squashed down so he can do his job on the faint promise he can leverage his position to change things for the better. And I think we're meant to see Cait Sith as an alter-ego and manifestation of this - something childlike, which is what the world keeps telling Reeve his moral compass is. His time observing Avalanche makes him question this, and over time, he sees he has people in the party who might genuinely care for him in a way the Shinra higher-ups he's been surrounded by never will. If you take a moment in each scene to imagine what's going on in Reeve's head as he sits alone, weighing it all up, his robot becomes a fantastic addition to the story and a necessary layer to its political commentary.

I am admittedly also a cat lady, though, so perhaps there's some bias creeping in."

I imagine I meant to get into how I see the multiple Cait models as a reflection of Reeve's fear of being replaceable and disposable in the aftermath of the plate drop, and then an affirmation of the opposite ("There's only one me!") as he starts to reintegrate his whole self in the wake of changing allegiances, but apparently that fell by the wayside. My point is that I love the game for daring to make the emotions underpinning a major character's redemptive plotline exist almost entirely between the lines, though it's also hard not to want to see that journey play out. Hence writing fic about it, I suppose.

[sio-writes]

So chat, I've been a little low on money the past few weeks, so I'd love to get some extra cash through writing commissions, but I'm not sure what people want, or like how to advertise myself.

I've opened writing and art comms before but never got any bites, so what's something you'd wanna see on a writing commissions page (while I'm typing one out rn lol) ? Or, like, what grabs your attention the most? What makes ya'll go, "fuck i wish i had money to commission them"?

[gainercrimsonartblog]

If Adonis and Nekuma can go through blueberry inflation (assuming at the expected rate), then so can Mal. But she’s be gain weight in fat simultaneously, too, depending on how it happened. Classic gum route? Def gaining, since it’s the whole three course meal that’s supposed to provide the same amount of calories. It’d probably also simultaneously be quicker and last longer, thus making her absolutely massive for multiple reasons.

[crashlanding-skywalker]

prompt of the day

when Omega was a little girl, everytime Hunter told her to go and clean her room, she would pretend she could go tiny, her room was someones body and her stuff were things that could make that person go sick to make the cleaning up process fun. sometimes Crosshair caught her doing so and would stare at her in awe for a while and then join in, and when that happened the rest of the team would go see where all the noise comes from they would caught a glimpse of one of crosshairs softest sides: the older brother side but not the one they were used see, oh, no this wasnt the protective older side they usually saw on battle, that was the older brother who let himself be a kid once in while

Hunter would always smile at the sight, happy to know that at least one of them was able to, in some way, be a kid.

[rebellovesthings]

Some uhhhhh sketches i never shared

[toxictrannyfreak]

One of the things I love about Andor is how messy it is. You see the blood, you see the sweat, you see the grit and dirt and sacrifice. It’s not the sanitized, bloodless hero’s journey of Episode 4, it’s a group of desperate people doing horrible things and sacrificing immensely for that new hope that they’ll never see. The characters aren’t using ‘elegant weapons from more civilized ages’ they’re using guns, they’re using their fists, they’re using old, blocky equipment and have nowhere near the right amount of resources. Cassian isn’t chopping robots into scrap or blowing up battle stations, he’s killing people. There’s a humanity and reality to the violence that we haven’t seen in Star Wars before, and it’s SO GOOD.

[ifellbecausegravity]

thinking about writing a motorcity/yugioh 5d's crossover for the sole purpose of calling it "car(d) games & motorcycles"

[alphareader]

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[thehollygrayelle]

Is this seriously what you want to do for the rest of your life? Isn't there something you dreamed of doing when you were young?

…Holly stares out into space for a long moment, wistfully gazing into the distance, lost in thought, mulling over that wonderfully profound question…

…M’Yes, it is. and no, there is not.

she says as nonchalant and sincerely as she can.