#ezra sorry i know it's your trailer but................ THEM

[diveintoturmoil]

AAAWWW :333

i really need more such slice of life scenes they're all so cute

i'm looking *very* respectfully btw

[perfectharmonyloveschaos]

Hey!! Im excited about this!! What’ve you got?!

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I've not been writing a lot and was already re-writing this since I'm not too happy with my writing atm, so sorry for the wait cause I wanted to fix this up. I've been playing with a short one-shot based on the Ahsoka trailer!

Based on this post :

“Ezra would need a place to stay when he comes back. I’m just keeping the place warm and the pantry stocked.” For when he comes home, the words hang heavy in the silence, but they're there.

Ahsoka nods in agreement, ignoring the tickle on her tongue to ask Sabine about her whereabouts in such a scenario. 

“You’ve made it a home,” Ahsoka says instead, catching the tension that rises in Sabine’s back at her words. It lingers, sitting in the air between them, caught in the draft that slips in through the open window. “I think Ezra would be happy with anything as long as it had your touch-”

“Why are you here, Ahsoka?” Sabine sees fit to end the pleasantries there.  Her jaw clenches tighter, meeting Ahsoka’s eye for the first time since they entered the tower. The golden light dances across her hair, igniting the strands of purple, pink and red. Washed out. Dulled. Much like the light in the eyes of the Mandalorian girl, so eager to fight, that Ahsoka had met all those years ago. Sabine leans onto her hip. “We both know how little rumours can actually tell us. No one has heard of Thrawn or seen him in a decade… or anyone that was on Chimaera that day for that matter.”

“Experience has taught me,” Ahsoka pauses to take a sip of the tea, licking her lips at the surprisingly pleasant mixture of herbs and fruit. “-that the truth first escapes as rumours. We can’t dismiss this, Sabine. Not now.”

[death-rebirth-senshi]

Miles is easy because he's pretty much all healing/support focused, and knows almost no offensive spells as a sort of "Sorry for being a mage" complex. Force mage/spirit healer and damn good at both, he's throwing enemies around and locking them in place but his ability to deal actual damage with magic is almost null (crushing prison is the only offensive spell I'm giving him because it *is* thematically appropriate).

He is pretty handy with his staff, and I like to think similarly to how "unshakeable" increases your fortitude to ground you against knockback effects (Hawke in that trailer definitely has fortitude to let him block the Arishok's moves like that in my onion), he can increase the power of his physical blows with his staff. Similar to the telekinetic weapon buff from origins. Closest thing you'll get to arcane warrior with da2, which he would be in origins as well as knight enchanter in Inquisition. Unlike Ezra he'd also just be buff as hell, so when he beats you over the head with his blunt metal staff it's really going to hurt.

[insomniamamma]

Late Bloomers: Ezra x F! Reader w/Cee

A/n: Set in the "Liminal" AU in which Ezra becomes his niece, Cee's legal guardian after a car accident kills his brother, Damon, and costs him his arm. Set sometime between "Ferris  Wheels Are For Old People" and "Surf City Goodness." Reader is Ezra's neighbor. Established relationship (sort of, IDK how to tag what they are). For @autumnleaves1991-blog​ and @clydesducktape​ Writer Wednesday.

Warnings: Not a whole lot. Kissing. Touching. A little spicier than I usually go, which isn't saying whole lot. A little language.  Cee, as usual, needs her own warning. Set during the pandemic shut down. Mentions of covid. Also, I feel like 'The Apple' needs it's own warning. I'll link the trailer at the end.

           "You sure you don't want to come with us, Birdie?" Cee sits at their scarred kitchen table, her laptop, textbooks and a pile of papers around her. She frowns.           "I gotta study," she says, "Ms Stewart is really serious about this quiz. She's not grading on a curve this time." Ezra narrows his eyes.           "You have never spent a Saturday night studying in your life," he says. Cee frowns up at him.           "You've never been in Ms. Stewart's physics class," says Cee, "She's a hard ass. Anyway, I'm still pulling an 'A' in her class, but I don't want to fuck up my average."           "Jesus, Cee," Ezra mutters, and you have to smile. She rolls her eyes.           "I know, I know--"           "Don't say 'fuck' at school," they say in unison.           "They're doing double features all summer," says Cee, "I can miss one. I've seen all these movies anyway." She smirks, "I want to hear what you think of 'The Apple.'" Ezra rummages around for his keys and Cee drops you the most exaggerated wink you've ever seen in your life.           "Have fun, guys," she says.

         Covid has nuked most of the things you used to do for fun, restaurants and shows, hell, even the libraries are closed. The only business in town that's thriving is the Star-City Drive In. There haven't been any big studio releases in a while, so they've been doing Fright Night Fridays and Sci-Fi Saturdays. Tonight's double feature is Flash Gordon and The Apple.          "They've got this weird way of operating the concession stand now," says Ezra, "Cause of the pandemic. You've gotta text them your order and I guess they bring it out to you--" Ezra's gotten pretty good at working his phone one-handed, but you can see the frustration clouding his face.          "Let me," you say, loading the menu onto your phone, "Let's get a big popcorn and share it. You okay with the fake butter?"          "Of course I'm okay with the fake butter, what kind of monster do you take me for?"          "How about candy?" You ask, scrolling through, "It's the usual suspects."          "Sno-caps," he says, "How about you?"          "I'm thinking Milk Duds," you say.          "Now that is an excellent way to lose a filling, Sunshine."          "Popcorn and Milk Duds together? Worth the risk," you say and text your order off to the concession stand. It's not quite dark yet, a reel of movie trivia that no one cares about shines ghost pale on the screen. Ez has got the radio tuned to pick up the sound, but there's not much to listen to yet so it's turned down low, background noise with the cicadas and birdsong. The big screen backs up against a farmer's field run wild and a dark stand of trees.          "Switch places with me," says Ezra, and gets out of the truck. He comes around to your side and opens the door for you.          "Why?"          "Indulge me," says Ezra, so you do as he asks and settle in to the driver's side. Ezra's truck has bench seats with vinyl that creaks and cushions that hiss slightly as you move around. There's a tap at the window and you hook your mask over your ears and crank it down, popcorn and candy and you already payed with your phone, but press some rumpled bills into their gloved hands.          "Why'd you want to switch places?" You ask around a mouthful of popcorn.          "Shhh," says Ezra, "The movie's starting."

         Flash Gordon is just as fun as you remember it being, majestic in its absurdity, a big love letter to all the terrible pulp sci-fi movies that came before, the two of you watch and snark and laugh and sing "Aaa-ahhh" whenever someone says Flash's name. We owe it to Queen, you say, and Ezra smiles big the way he does when something's caught him off guard, the way that crinkles his eyes and reveals his dimples, indeed we do. We owe it to Freddie Mercury.          At some point his arm finds it's way around your shoulders and you lean into him.          "So this is why you wanted to switch spots," you murmur. He raises his prosthetic arm, flickering movie light shining on the double hook at the end.          "Can't exactly get handsy with Mr. Claw, now can I?" He grins, "These hooks might be a little chilly."          "And pokey," you say, demonstrating with a dig to his ribs. The end credits are rolling.          "You ever seen this next movie?"          "The Apple?" He says, "No. Some sort of cult-movie thing. Cee made me promise not to IMDB it. She said I should go in with an open mind."          "Oh boy," you laugh.          "Right? Cee's tastes are all over the place. I suspect this will be either amazing  or terrible on a scale that recalibrates our internal gauge of what terrible is."          "You know she set us up, right?"          "Yeah," says Ezra, "Little Bird fancies herself quite the matchmaker."          "She winked at me." Ezra dimples.          "Did she now?"          "She looked like a cartoon," you laugh, "About as subtle as a ton of bricks." Ezra brays laughter and leans against you, squeezes you closer to him at the same time. He is beautiful when he laughs, all dimples and teeth eyes screwed shut in mirth and you take this opportunity to press a kiss against that tender place on his jaw where his beard refuses to grow. Ezra freezes, you feel his body go rigid against yours, and your first thought is to apologize, to pull back, and then he reaches for you, his broad, calloused palm cradling your face, drawing you to him, presses his lips to yours, a soft, reverent kiss that he does not fully withdraw from, his hand now resting on the nape of your neck, forehead pressed to yours, somehow more intimate than a kiss, this closeness, breathing each others exhalations, leaning against each other.          "Cee's not wrong," you say, "We're good together."          "We are, aren't we?" He gives your nape a gentle squeeze, and lets you go. The opening titles of The Apple flicker on screen and the music starts up.

         "Oh, Ezra, what the fuck did we just watch?"          "I don't know if 'watch' is the right word, Sunshine, we did not 'watch' The Apple. The Apple happened to us."          "I don't think I've ever understood Stockholm syndrome until now."          "I have been assaulted," says Ezra, "My civil rights have been violated."          "It's like..." You trail off, "It's like if someone took '1984', 'A Star Is Born' and 'The Rocky Horror Picture Show' and put them in a blender. I'm pretty sure this movie violates the Geneva conventions." Ezra laughs and so do you, leaning in to each other, giggles that become kisses, soft at first, but increasingly hungry, laced with need, your arms twine around his shoulders, his hand lingers at your side, toying with the hem of your shirt.          "S'okay, Ez," you say as he nips at your jaw and then your neck, gentle graze of teeth that makes you shiver, "You can touch me." He kisses you deep, his tongue fever-hot against yours, hand sliding up the soft slope of your belly, cupping your breast, and you arch into his touch--          Tap Tap Tap. And there's a bright light shining through the passenger's side window.          "Oh shit," says Ezra. You frantically yank your shirt back down, heat creeping up your neck, your cheeks, your earlobes flaming.          "Movie's over guys," says the shadowed figure behind the flashlight's glare, "Take it someplace else." You open the door to switch places back with Ezra, the overhead light shows him red faced and horrified.          "I'm sorry, I just--"          "Get us out of here, Ez."

         You stare out into the dark past the window, half-moon shining over fields and trees like a lazy eye. You snort laughter.          "What's so funny?"          "We got caught," you say, "We got caught necking at the drive-in like a couple of teenagers."          "You're laughing because we got caught?"          "I'm laughing because I've never made out with anyone at a drive-in, even when I was a teenager, and I'm laughing cause we got caught. After watching that trash-fire of a movie. We got caught making out over the end credits of 'The Apple'. I feel like we deserve some kind of award." You rest your hand on Ezra's leg, can just pick his smile in the dim lights from the dash. Ezra chuckles.          "I never made out with anyone at the drive in before tonight either," says Ezra.          "Bullshit," you say, and give him a good-natured poke.          "It's true," he says, "For one, I didn't have access to a car. I would've had to borrow Ma's car, and there was no way that was ever going to happen. Also, I was not what the girls back then referred to as 'dating material'. Skinny as a rake with a mouthful of braces and an obvious birthmark? I was like a puppy trying to grow into it's ears and feet, a late bloomer if you will." You move your hand higher up along his thigh and give him a squeeze.          "Better late than never."          "Indeed."

Flash Gordon Trailer

The Apple Trailer

[davidmann95]

Obligatory "DC Fandome reactions" question

Anonymous said: DC Fandome?

Anonymous said: so. suicide squad kill the justice league, huh.

jcogginsa said: So, thoughts on Fandome night 1?

In order from what got me least to most hyped (leaving out Milestone, because I didn’t grow up with it other than the great Static show, and I understand the behind-the-scenes stuff with McDuffie’s family is contentious):

Suicide Squad Kills The Justice League

Pros: Trailer’s funny, the “screw you, not only are we doing this dumb thing instead of anything anybody wants, we’re actively pissing in your face about it!” standoffishness is at such a level I honestly respect it, Superman has trunks

Cons: I don’t even care about Evil Superman in the sense of “No, they’re doing it again!” - it’s very clearly a controlled by Brainiac deal and the whole League is going to be along for the ride - but playing it for shock value at this point is laughable in a very different way than the rest of the trailer, I don’t care about a Suicide Squad game in the first place, and over half the women working with Rocksteady collectively reported various types of harassment. No thanks, sorry you pissed away 7 years, better luck next time.

The Flash concept art

Hot damn, the movie Flash costume is no longer a wretched, vomitous, shamelessly criminal monstrosity! And Keaton Batman! Extremely cool! Also remember how Ezra Miller choked a lady on camera all of a few months ago? Like, obviously you can take DC to the mat for any number of things (hell, I just mentioned another one of those reasons), but I don’t want to scold anyone for enjoying individual products of a system as broadly broken as any corporate enterprise of that scale is pretty much inevitably going to be. But they choked a lady on camera a few months ago! We all talked about that! They shouldn’t be here!

Also, obviously sorta pales by comparison, but I don’t like that the multiverse is discussed less as “here’s a cool storytelling opportunity we can do a lot with!” than “Here’s how we can have different versions of our characters at the same time, because we think our audiences are so dribblingly stupid they need that explained to them”. Star Trek ‘09 and Days of Future Past have a lot to answer for for bringing “We need to explain the reboot as we reboot it” out of the realm of comics. Oh, and I know you gotta put the source material over, but “I fell in love with Flash when I read Flashpoint”? No, ma’am, no you did not. That is not something that has ever happened to anyone.

Gotham Knights

That’s an incredibly cool, bold concept, and it’s gonna have to do a lot of heavy lifting because everything else about this looks like absolute ass. Hopefully at the very least the finalized game won’t have damage numbers, and also why is this not an Arkham sequel when the premise directly springs off the concept of the cliffhanger of Arkham Knight, acting as a spiritual followup without actually answering any of the bizarre lingering questions there (especially when Suicide Squad *does* take place in that universe, albeit with a totally different Deadshot)? Why does this lead with ‘you have limited resources now’ and then immediately introduce invisibility and teleportation tech as mechanics? And far more importantly than any of that, why can Robin’s suit best be described as “tactical combat raincoat”?

Black Adam

Yeah I don’t care. I’m sure I’ll watch it but I don’t care. And that’s fine! These certainly don’t need to all be for me. But whatever.

Wonder Woman 1984

This didn’t rev me up in the same way as the previous trailer, but this still looks like an across-the-board improvement from the already quality original and I expect I’ll very much enjoy it.

Against my better instincts, that Snyder Cut trailer

Is black suit Superman still dumb? You betcha. Does Darkseid also look bad? Most definitely, in ways that are hilariously pointed for me having just read The Pact for the first time. Did Snyder act like a total dick on Twitter minutes before the panel?* Yup. And did I have what I can only describe as an utterly childish degree of indignation at the use of a Morrison JLA line (but with gods and Heaven swiped out for demons and Hell, because of course) because my immediate nerd-ass gut reaction was “You don’t deserve to use that!”? Absolutely. But dammit this looks visually magnificent, especially with Flash time-travelling, it’s clearly a substantively different movie in a way that feels like it doesn’t play into the traits he’s weakest at as a creator compared to its predecessors, and it’s still a Justice League movie. I dunno, scratches something in my lizard brain, even if it blows that this + the SS game represents the sum totality of Superman here.

...did he seriously invite a fan organizer on who apparently notoriously called a black guy a monkey in a Twitter argument though? Was that really a thing or some photoshop nonsense? Because I saw someone mention it and apparently a LOT of people immediately asked what she was doing there.

* To be clear, he’s still the good guy in this situation relative to Whedon, Johns, and Berg by all accounts.

5G Batman

I don’t know Ridley’s work for the most part - I’m a cinematic philistine, so I think all I’ve seen/read of his was a decent The Authority OGN and cowriting Starcrossed in Justice League - but I have little doubt he’ll do very well here, and hot damn, Nick Derington art! And hot DAMN, that Ladrönn cover! And a riot to watch everyone go “Look, this is before the formal 5G announcement so we’re not saying it’s Luke Fox, but c’mon”. Definitely grabbing this bad boy.

The Suicide Squad

Ok I actually didn’t watch the behind-the-scenes video, but why would I need to? Saw the cast unveil montage, and yup, it’s got the goods.

The Batman

This is actually gonna get a post all its own, but the long and short of it is that trailer was better than the entire DCEU combined up to this point. And that now includes Birds of Prey and Shazam! I am almost embarrassingly in love with everything here, most viscerally I’ve reacted to a superhero movie trailer in I don’t know how many years.

[prairiesongserial]

epilogue 11

Ezra stayed on the steps of the caravan long after John had left, not bothering to stoke the small fire and instead watching it burn itself down to a pile of ashes. As silly as it was, he was preoccupied with the idea that John didn’t like him. Of course John didn’t like him. Ezra wouldn’t have been surprised if Cody, Val, and Friday didn’t, either - the circus had kidnapped them, for God’s sake, to drag them from town to town along the entire East Coast. It was a miracle none of them had tried to escape yet. Though maybe they would, now that the false indenture papers were burned.

The last remnants of the logs in the small fire pit had turned black, the embers inside of them glowing where the wood had cracked or crumbled away. Ezra watched them deteriorate without any real interest. He tried to put aside the instinct to be liked, and focus instead on the money the circus would get from Hemisphere when they delivered on the deal he and Johannes had made with Lady. Four strangers for enough silver to put the circus in the black, maybe permanently. No more stealing. No more broken instruments they couldn’t afford to replace. The idea was comforting, but there was still a pit in his stomach, the kind that tended to portend disaster.

“I left it unlocked, you know,” Johannes said from nearby.

Ezra startled badly, his heart leaping up into his throat as he rose to his feet. He’d been too lost in thought to even hear Johannes’s footsteps approaching, and there was no way to play it off now. He thought he could hear Johannes having a laugh at his expense, somewhere under the sound of his own pulze hammering in his ears.

“Sorry,” he said, shoving his hands in his pockets so he wouldn’t fidget with them. “I was going to come in. I got distracted.”

“Staring into space?” Johannes asked, grinning toothily in the way that he did when he was teasing - or being mean, and calling it teasing. He had already stripped out of his costume from the show, and wore an undershirt and slacks that Ezra supposed he intended to sleep in.

“Talking to John, actually. He left a little while ago,” Ezra said, declining to comment on how long he had stayed out here after John had gone. “I gave him the indenture papers.”

“And?”

“He burned them.” Ezra looked pointedly towards the remains of the fire.

Johannes whistled, following his line of sight. “And you let him do it?”

Ezra looked around, belatedly, to make sure that neither John nor Cody were still in earshot, and found that he and Johannes were alone in the little pocket of space around Johannes’s trailer. Several members of the circus were still awake, either eating late dinners or bustling around here and there to get the trucks packed so there would be less to do in the morning, calling across the camp to each other, laughing and joking. No one was paying attention to this conversation. If they had noticed it, they probably figured it was just business.

“I told him the papers were fake,” Ezra said finally, because he wasn’t about to lie to Johannes’s face. Johannes was much better at lying than he was, and Ezra knew he couldn’t get away with it.

“Did you,” Johannes said. There was strain in his voice that hadn’t been there before. “Because I could swear that we decided we wouldn’t - ”

“He used to be an indenture,” Ezra cut him off, careful to keep his voice low so Johannes wouldn’t try to match his volume and inevitably start talking so loud the whole camp could hear him. “John did, I mean. I could tell it was...important to him, to not be one again. I thought maybe it would make him feel better. To know it wasn’t real. And...I don’t know, maybe it would keep him from running away.”

“Do you care if they run away?” Johannes said, meeting his eyes.

Ezra felt a sudden, strange tension in the air, like the tangible crackle of electricity that heralded a lightning strike. It was like they were each daring the other to back away from the deal with Lady, or to double down. They had never worked with Hemisphere before, never taken prisoners for a bounty before, and Ezra couldn’t help but think that every one of those steps was taking them closer to a precipice they couldn’t return from. He wondered if Johannes felt the same way. Judging from the look in Johannes’s eyes right now, he probably did.

“Of course I do,” he made himself say, though the anxious pit in his stomach was still there. “We don’t get the money for the circus if they run away, right?”

Johannes grinned, and reached out to clap him on the shoulder. “That’s what I like to hear. Walk with me, will you? I’ve got to get the report from Enis on everything that needs fixed before the next show, and I’d rather hear it now than hear it on the road tomorrow.”

“Sure,” Ezra agreed, descending the steps so that Johannes could lead the way. He started off with purpose towards the other side of the camp, and Ezra followed, half a step behind.

“You know, it really was a close call with John,” Johannes said over his shoulder. He had slipped fluidly into Yiddish now that they were walk-and-talking. Ezra was sometimes jealous of how easy it was for him to move between languages like that, as though he could simply flip a switch in his mind. “I know you weren’t there, but he had it in his hands. The contract Lady sent us. It’s a good thing he can’t read, or I’d have had to let Rhea set him up for an unfortunate boating accident.”

He laughed. Ezra made a face.

“I don’t see how you can say that about the Bellamys,” Ezra said, choosing his words carefully. Yiddish was by no means his first language, not like it had been for Johannes, and he liked to make sure he was understood without having to repeat himself. He kept up the walking pace, but stayed just a half-step behind, allowing Johannes to take the lead.

“I was kidding,” Johannes said. His tone very clearly conveyed the fact that he was rolling his eyes, even if Ezra couldn’t see it in the dark. “You know, I’m not exactly a good person, but I like to think I haven’t quite stooped down to the level of feeding my inconveniences to alligators.”

“So why joke about it?”

“Nu?” Johannes asked, looking to Ezra, eyebrows arched in mock-surprise. “You want I should march back onto that steamboat and tell them to stop dropping people in the swamp?”

“That’s not what I meant,” Ezra protested - but it was too late, and Johannes was already on a roll.

“I should head to the mansion and tell Rhea Bellamy how to deal with criminals, that’s what you want?” he asked, holding out his arms in a broad gesture that Ezra thought might have signified some kind of martyrdom. “I’m sure that’d go over well, probably get Mame a whole stack of new letters -”

“Jo,” Ezra said softly. “I get it.”

Johannes blinked at him for a moment as though briefly recalibrating, or perhaps realizing that he’d been on the verge of letting the rest of the circus overhear Bellamy secrets they shouldn’t have been privy to. The two of them weren’t the only ones who spoke Yiddish. Then, Johannes grinned, and slung an arm around Ezra’s shoulders, pulling him into a lockstep rather than allowing him to remain a half-step behind.

“You know, I’ve been thinking,” he said, in the tone of voice that meant he really had been thinking, and that most of those thoughts had gone towards how to pitch a very bad idea to Ezra.

Ezra frowned. “I wish you wouldn’t.”

“We made good time to Everglades City,” Johannes continued, regardless of Ezra’s feelings on the matter. “If we leave first thing tomorrow, we might even be ahead of schedule. And we’re not supposed to do another show until we get to Virginia.”

“I know,” Ezra said, wondering where Johannes was going with this, exactly. Everglades City was a fairly large detour from the rest of their route, but the circus sometimes took it as a favor to Rhea, even though they didn’t make much money on it. There was at least a solid day of driving between them and the next show - two days, if they split it up the way Johannes preferred to.

“And I was thinking,” Johannes went on, “that if we’re ahead of schedule, we might as well stop and put on an extra show, don’t you think?”

“Are you out of your mind?” The question slipped out in English instead of Yiddish before Ezra could help himself. They were caravaning up to Maine, on a strict deadline, with hostages, and Johannes wanted to play an extra show?

“I think it could be good for us,” Johannes said, still in Yiddish, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather. “We’d make some extra money for gas, repairs, that kind of thing.”

“Where would we even play?” Ezra asked, making a conscious effort to return to Yiddish. No doubt this was still not the sort of conversation Johannes wanted anyone else overhearing. “Don’t tell me you’re planning on dropping in on every town we pass and seeing if anyone wants to go to the circus.”

Johannes grinned, flashing teeth in a way that made Ezra feel as though he’d walked straight into a trap that had been laid for him.

“I was thinking...Kill Devil Hills,” he said.

“Oh, no,” Ezra said, already shaking his head. The circus hadn’t visited Kill Devil Hills in years, but he certainly remembered it, and not favorably. “No, you - you know how they are -”

“Ah, but we’ve got a priest with us again, for the first time since Mame retired,” Johannes said, still with that same smile. “A goy priest. We could set up a revival tent, have him wear the old preacher getup - they’d go nuts for it, you know they would. And while the preacher is preaching…”

“We pick their pockets.” Ezra sighed, all too familiar with this part of the pitch. Doing an extra show felt risky, especially with so many new variables. They had to be in Maine when they’d told Lady they would be at the end of the summer, for the hostage hand-off, and there was no telling how long this detour would set them back. Plus, they had no way of knowing if their new priest would even cooperate or not. He seemed moody.

But Johannes, apparently, had already made up his mind. And there was very little one could do to persuade him otherwise, once he’d thought up what he assumed was a terrific scheme.

“Exactly,” he said, clapping Ezra’s shoulder. “Look, it’ll be one show, barely anything set up except the preacher’s tent, and then we’re out of there in the morning. How hard can it be?”

Ezra winced. He wished that Johannes would stop throwing around that question. Past a certain point, it stopped feeling inspiring, and started feeling like he was daring God to make something happen.

11.18 || 12.1

[callioope]

Okay, here were my thoughts, just, very disorganized and a bit emotional, but immediate thoughts

I think it’s really apparent that the sequel trilogy had very little coherent upper management direction. The problem comes from the top. They weren’t focused so much on story or character as they were fan service, and that strings through all 3 movies. We know from the beginning that JJ talked about how they wanted to use Luke in TFA, but he was too powerful and kept overshadowing everything. So they wrote his scenes as they did for this external reason, and wrapped the story around that. And that’s a mistake. It doesn’t grow organically from “okay what did these characters actually do next?”

How does Luke process his father’s redemption and death? And what is his purpose now?

How does Leia process this news that Luke is her brother and Vader was her father? 

How do they both process their mother’s legacy?

I will not stand for this Padme erasure like she means nothing in this bloodline

Like Shmi means nothing

Mothers, apparently, mean nothing in this series! 

And the idea that Palpatine and Snoke were able to exert their will on a person in another part of the galaxy through the Force, and that the Force essence of Anakin Skywalker was just let that happen?

That Luke and Leia wouldn’t figure out a way to address this before it got to the moment that canon claims it did?

For Force sake people, someone please acknowledge the existence of t h e r a p y

I mean, Mothma did

Sorry, I’ve derailed and I’m not really talking about The Rise of Skywalker. 

At any rate. Lando is cool. Threepio, the galaxy does not deserve you and I’m sorry you always have to be the butt of everyone’s jokes. I will headcanon that the tension between Poe and Rey is because they both love Finn, but by the end of the movie the trio is All Good.

I liked the scene with the serpent, it was reminiscent of Ezra, so that was cool.

Where is Ezra?

I don’t understand how the Death Star stayed so well intact after that explosion. Like, that’s something that troubled me about the trailers, and still bothers me.

Jannah was cool but per usual we didn’t really get much of her.

I thought it was a shame that Rose’s part was diminished. Look, I didn’t like what they gave her in TLJ, but they could have remedied that by giving her a cool part. Why couldn’t she have gone with them? IDK.

Chewie collapsing when Leia passed GUTTED ME

But not as much as Rey burying Luke & Leia’s sabers at the Lars homestead and their Force Ghosts showing up and REY SKYWALKER 

I did love the flashback of Luke training Leia

And I love that Leia trained Rey! i loved that! 

Rey, Finn, Poe, they all continue to be compelling characters, even if we don’t know that much about them, the actors have great chemistry and I think that gets a little under utilized, but the actors make the most of their scenes together. 

I didn’t see the ghost and that made me sad

OKAY finally. so. I did appreciate that all the Jedi kind of lived through Rey and I loved hearing all their voices -- namely I heard Kanan and Anakin and it was GREAT -- but I’m also like... so wait are they really all... gone? 

I refused to believe that Ahsoka is gone

And Ezra

It’s just. It’s really reductive that they just seemed to have killed everyone. Again, I think it’s apparent that they really just wanted to write an OT era film, but they wanted to cast Mark Hamill, Carrie Fischer, and Harrison Ford, and so.... they just hit the reset button on the galaxy and I think that’s too much. They didn’t think deeply enough about the actual state of the galaxy before they pushed out TFA, and it really shows. I think too many big decisions were left up to the directors when Lucasfilm really needed to take responsibility and accountability for that.

I’ll say this. I do buy the Palpatine stuff. That dude is evil and powerful enough, I believe it. Oh, and they did a great job on lighting him. And his face. It reminded me of how they animated him in Rebels, and I dug it. EDITED: okay let me make clear. I don’t buy the REY Palpatine stuff. (Guys, we SAW how fandom reacted to the whole Voldemort had a daughter thing. Why did you think this was a good idea?) I’m saying, I could believe he clung to life somehow.

Oh, yes. and most importantly. FOREVER MIFFED that we never got Mara Jade. That’s a huge, huge whiff on Lucasfilm’s part. I can’t even.

PS one more things. R2 and 3PO are not best friends they are married get it right

Oh and PPS I never ever ever will care about Kylo Ren. Like. As Kylo he just creeps me out a lot. The way he talks to Rey is so incredibly cringy, it’s very squick for me. Han and Leia deserved better. Would have raised better. By that I mean if he really struggled with the Dark Side they would have handled it better. and helped him better. it’s just. it’s like how people say. If your conflict is because people just aren’t talking .... it’s a bit contrived, isn’t it?

[starwarshyperdrive]

I’m concerned about the Star Wars canon

I’ve always been a huge Star Wars fan but didn't follow the old EU (extended universe) because it was too convoluted and well.. a bunch of gobbledygook (granted there were some good bits in it, who doesn’t love the Thrawn trilogy even though he is pretty much a different character now), so I actually welcomed the new canon. Start over with a clean slate and make sure everything is connected, makes sense and feels Star Warsy. So far the story group has done a decent job, even though there were some questionable bits and pieces. As hardcore Star Wars fan and apologist I can force myself to get behind a lot of things and I was cool with the Bendu somehow, but the Clone Wars Mortis arc, as well as space whales and the world between worlds really rubbed me the wrong way. A lot of people are celebrating Dave Filoni as savior of the true Star Wars spirit and he is certainly an inspired artist and nice guy but I once again have to wonder whether or not some of the comic bookish stuff REALLY fits the Star Wars universe. Yeah I know ‘it’s a huge universe bla bla’ but do we really have to accept everything?

Someone recently described hardcore fans (such as myself) as a ‘cult’ and Star Wars Celebration to a religious ceremony and if I’m being honest and self-reflective I can’t really argue against it, but that’s also why you always need to check yourself and not just ‘swallow’ everything without questioning it. Keep a critical eye. Things like time travel and other super hero stuff ( I haven’t seen any of the recent Marvel or DC movies) have no place in Star Wars. Of course Star Wars is for everyone, but does that then also mean we need a Star Wars romcom, a Star Wars coming of age movie ..or ..?  I don’t know..porn? Leave that to fan fiction. 

Star Wars was always more about mythology, some sort of buddhist Excalibur and I am seriously concerned that at some point the ‘people in charge’ will forget that and it will become a shallow bubble gum entertainment focus on ‘what is selling at the moment’. A good example are - again - all the super hero movies picking up on trends. I don’t want a Thor Ragnarok Star Wars movie with a Guardians of the Galaxy soundtrack. Don’t make everything the same. Keep Star Wars unique. Keep ‘that Star Wars tone’.

‘XY doesn’t UNDERSTAND Star Wars’ is an overused and abused phrase and in so many ways pointless as there are many facets to Star Wars especially now that we have generations of fans who grew up with the prequels, the Clone Wars, Rebels or even Resistance - I should point out that I actually liked Resistance because it’s not tempering with the mythology - but the lore has been laid out in the original trilogy and everything needs to acknowledge that. We cannot have some Terminator-franchise kind of disaster a la ‘Ezra traveled back in time and actually was there with Yoda on Dagobah’ or what not. 

By now it’s common knowledge that - despite what they say - there has been no overall plan for the sequel trilogy, which is quite concerning and feeding into my concerns that it’s all downhill from here (after The Rise of Skywalker and the Mandalorian or course). I know a lot of people who vehemently defended The Last Jedi when it came out, mostly as a reaction to all the stupid hate it got for the wrong reasons and I am one of them myself, but most of them are admitting now that there is something off about the movie. It is written into a corner and not picking up on the clues given in The Force Awakens. It has some amazing scenes and I will keep defending it, but there are some scenes that just don’t feel right and leave a bad aftertaste. I frequently rewatch all the movies and besides Attack of the Clones it’s the only one where I think ‘Now I have to endure THAT bit again’. I go to a lot of Q&A and it’s interesting to see how people who have worked on the movie feel the same. Even if you 100% loved it and it’s your favorite movie ever, let’s be honest - the humor is completely out of place. Fart jokes in The Phantom Menace > Your Mom jokes. And it’s just too long. Of course we all want MORE Star Wars, but where does it end. Would you go and see a 6h movie? If you are a good filmmaker you should be able to say what you want to say in the same about of time as the other movies. But that’s just my personal 2 cents. It just felt like someone who was hellbent on doing his own thing for the sake of doing his own thing and not for the sake of the story. Don’t get me wrong. It was a great idea to (spoiler alert) kill off Snoke that casually, so the movie has redeeming qualities that save it for me. Then again, as a Star Wars fan I WANT to like it. I still watched it 13 times or so. I was in the room for the trailer reveal at SWCO. I want to take ownership and be part of the hardcore fan community, but they shouldn't bank too much on it. I still want a good movie. I’m not gonna be meek and mild about something contradicting the core mythology. Ryan Johnson is allegedly still doing his trilogy and then there is the Benioff and Weiss trilogy. They didn’t exactly do a great job wrapping up Game of Thrones and left fans in awe about how the show ended and have not really proven that they can handle a franchise well either. Will all off them have free rein and just go to town on a Star Wars story as they please? Am I the only one who finds this a bit odd?!

I trust JJ Abrams to do the right thing and I hope my trust is not misplaced. I think the allegations of The Force Awakens being a A New Hope reboot are misplaced as there are also a lot of similarities to The Phantom Menace, so.. if you’re a fan you know what comes next.. ‘it rhymes, it’s like poetry’. So it makes sense. So I think ‘he gets it’..

My main concern in the new canon overall. I made an effort to get all the publications of the new canon, but the books and comics already started to get weird again. Star Wars always had a slight alien but yet familiar vibe and some stories feature people smoking cigars, drinking coffee in the morning and doing other stuff never depicted in Star Wars before. How long until someone gets a Star Wars burger at Star Wars McDonalds or orders Star Wars pizza while watching Star Wars HoloNetflix. I’m sorry. That’s ridiculous. It’s not automatically Star Wars just because you use Star Wars terminology like death sticks or Nerf steaks. Watch the movies and make an effort.

 And now the novelizations of the movies are apparently not considered ‘hard canon’ anymore because the authors didn’t know the direction the next movies are going, so the clues and hints may be completely useless. So why do I force myself through some really not very good books then (others are great, no generalization here)? That’s quite alarming. Wasn’t the entire reason they got a story group to avoid that? What’s with all the loose ends?  That's also why I think they will shy away from using canon characters in the movies (for the most part). Its easier to have a self contained canon universe where you can introduce Purge Troopers in a comic and then have them in a video game. I once read an interview with one of the Star Wars authors who invented a character and then got told ‘give him that name / make him this person’ instead of having this particular character in mind from the start. This is how you lose consistency. I’m well aware that over hundreds and thousands of years that’s EXACTLY how ancient history was written, which is why there are flood legends all over the world and why Jesus and Mithras are pretty much the same person, but they DID NOT HAVE A STORY GROUP and ancient mythology hasn’t been written over a course of a few years.

At the same time it’s interesting how there seem to be purists who are very determined to bring that original Star Wars vibe back. Like Jon Favreau with The Mandalorian. And like I said earlier about Resistance. Its so much easier to do that if you stay away from the mythology. It’s really tricky and so much could go wrong. The stuff introduced in Rogue One like Guardians of the Whills and the temple of Kyber is a perfect example how it’s done. Some of the stuff in the Clone Wars and Rebels is the complete opposite, so I’m really curious to see how Dave Filonis involvement in The Mandalorian pans out. He is really great with stuff like Mandalorians, Clones and I even came to accept Ashoka after reading the book and seeing her all grown up as Fulcrum, but I’m very skeptical when it comes to his ‘mystical side of the force’ interpretations.

In conclusion I know that I sound like a preacher and George Lucas repeatedly stated it’s ‘just for 10 year old kids’ but tell that to all the dead Bothans.

Please just don’t ruin Star Wars.

[diianawonka]

Warnings: NONE

A/N: This is not a request but I had had this idea in my mind, and well.. most of you know how much I love Ezra Miller and that I start to have this bad crush with Bill…  I hope you like it!, sorry for my horrible english. and if you have a crush on these two… pls let me know I’m not the only one

Pairing(?: Ezra Miller x Reader x Bill Skarsgard

Title: You should see your boyfriend’s face

You had been in the cinema industry for almost ten years now, you’d started with small movie roles and gradually the directors became aware of your ability and talent to interpret any character that you get. You started to gain fame in Hollywood and other cities around the country; your fame grew until you became a world-wide actress and not only that made you won some awards and recognitions, but your big heart and spirit.

This last year, you had been working on your new film where you were starring along with Bill Skarsgard. The film had big expectations and good reviews on websites as Rotten Tomatoes among others, everything indicated that would be a successful movie. Right now, a few days before the premiere, you and your co-star Bill were being interviewed. The interviewer was a young woman, maybe a few years older than you, she was in front of you both and after giving a warm welcome, the three of you begun to talk friendly while answering the questions.

“Alright” said the young blonde-haired woman “This one is for Y/N” you settle in your seat and listen carefully

“I’m all ears” you joked and the three of you laughed

“We all know that you’ve been in a relationship with Ezra Miller for the last five years” you nodded in agreement “and well… we heard rumors that in this film there would be a sexual scene between the main characters” you began to feel your cheek turning red as you chuckled playfully remembering what had happened “How did Ezra react when you told him about it?”

You took a big breath before started talking, you turned to see Bill who was laughing vigorously and then began to speak “You’ll see, It’s not a rumor, it’s a fact. There’s a sexual scene in the movie” you confess, scratching the back of your neck shyly “and there’s a whooooooooole story behind this, you know” Bill was still laughing next to you, both had become good friends after working for more than a year together, and there’s no doubt about his real crush on you, but he was always being respectful with your actual relationship “Do we have time to tell you?” You asked to the interviewer

“Of course! We always have time for good stories!” Replied the interviewer and you laugh a little.

“Okay” you stayed quiet for a few seconds, thinking about where to start “It was like… the third month of filming and Sam – the movie’s director – had told us that next Friday we would be filming the scene number thirty-five, and I thought ‘shee-it’ because we had, Ezra and I, planned that day he would come to visit me on the set. I stayed calm all week and will expected him to arrive and tell him what we would be fliming that day, because I know if I tell him before, it would be a little uncomfortable and he would want to postpone his visit, but he was in London filming Fantastic Beasts and if he didn’t come that weekend I knew we wouldn’t meet until… I don’t know uuhm, the production ends, maybe.”

“And you tell him about it? Or you wait until he arrived?” the interviewer asked while listen to you “What happened?”

“Yeeeah, Y/N, what happened?” Bill said in his playful tone and you hit his arm

“Well… One part of me was excited to see him and the other wanted to run and hide in a hole” you laughed together “mmhhn… on Thursday, he called me and said that he couldn’t make it to Atlanta, where we were filming, and I was like ‘YEEEEES, I WILL NOT HAVE TO TELL HIM!’, obviously we  had talked about it before,  he was aware that I was going to film something like that and wasn’t angry or anything, he knows it’s work. But that didn’t end there. The next day I woke up very early and was in the makeup trailer being prepared by my makeup artist and I could see him through the mirror, Ezra had arrived in surprise and damn it! I didn’t know if I want to hug him or hit him in the face in those moments” they laughed “I ended up hugging him because I could never hit his beautiful face” the interviewer looked at you with an ‘aaweee’ face

“So…after talking for a while I finally decided to tell him that that day we would be filming the sex scene and he was like ‘O-Okay, I can deal with this’ and a few hours later we continued to film the scene. We were just Sam, Ezra, Bill and I in the room, everyone’s very respectful and wanted to give us privacy, and I remember Sam telling Ezra ‘If you want you can stay, you know, that way maybe Y/N’s not nervous and blah blah blah’ Ezra turned to see me in approval, let’s be honest, I was nervous as shit, wearing just a silk gown, in the same room with three men” now Bill was trying hard not to laugh “But I thought: Well, if Bill tries to rape me, at least Ezra will defend me… or join him.. dunno” you said jokingly “so we started filming, everything was silent and I was totally exposed in front of Bill, who was fully dressed and I was supposed to undress him and those things, so I walked towards him, following the script, trying to keep my mind calm and hoping that everything went fine.  We were in bed and Bill was on top of me, that’s the scene you can watch in the trailer, where he says something in my ear and I starts to laugh, it really wasn’t in the script” you confessed

“What did you tell her, Bill?” asked the interviewer

“Oh well… Ezra was with his serious face and red like a tomato, he looked like if he was going to explode and was too funny...”

You interrupted him “ ‘You should see your boyfriend’s face’ “ you shout simply, laughing “Then I gave him a quick look and I laughed, I apologized to Sam for ruining the scene but he was like ‘no, it’s perfect, keep going what you’re doing’”

The interviewed laughed, It was amazing to see the real chemistry between you two “An indiscreet question” she said “did you enjoy it filming that scene?”

You began to feel the blood rise to your cheeks, giving them a cute blush “I don’t know if I should answer that…” you confess shyly.

“I did” Bill replied looking at you, he loved to tease you all the time

requests are open! (x)

MASTERLIST

[cutthrovts]

↻ xo everyone

“babe, you need to wrap up if ya cold,” he scorned, covering ezra up with the fluffy blanket in his arms. “ya coulda called me down sooner, can’t have ya freezin’ ya cute tail off,” he teased, a sigh leaving him. he studied the curly haired boy laying on the couch, brows furrowing with unease. if he knew ezra was feeling off, he’d have put off the morning errands. “are you sure ya feelin’ ‘lright?” he asked, kneeling down next to the boy. bringing a hand up, he rested his hand against ezra’s forehead, his frown deepening. “ya need anything else? i’ll be here rest of the day.”

“andy, i… tried making this for you, or whatever,” he mumbled under his breath, trying to hold back the tears threatening to come out. he’d been working for hours to prefect his boyfriend’s favorite dish, getting frustrated and starting over on it when the first wasn’t good enough to his standards. no, he was worried it wasn’t good enough for andy’s. “you know… i can call in a pizza or something, you don’t have to even try it,” he shrugged his own efforts off, turning his head. he had no good reason to think the other boy would react negatively. andy was always supportive of anything he did. the worry was irrational.

“are you sure nothing can get you to stop worrying about this?” he asked mischievously, throwing his leg to the other side of his lap before straddling him. “nothing at all?” he whispered, eyes staring down to the brunet’s mouth. a giggle fell off his lips, leaning in to press them against blaise’s. softly at first, then taking the distracted moment to bite down on the other’s lip, tugging it before letting go. “ raindrop,  are you going to tell me that doesn’t work?”

“is… is archie home? i got ‘im a surprise, may he come out?” the quiet voice asks, staring up at the woman with red hair. he waits outside on the lawn, trying to keep the squirming contents in the box he’d poked holes in still in his arms. the small boy of around eight’s face lights up seeing another boy walk out the door. “archie!” he exclaims, finally choosing to set the heavy box down. “i found a dog around the trailer,” he explains, a yellow lab opening the top flaps of the box and looking at the ginger boy. “dunno if your parents are gonna let you keep it… know you talked about wanting one… was all alone.”

he didn’t realize percy was awake before he came walking out of the bathroom with nothing covering him until he noticed the look on the tired boy’s face. “oh fuck,” he spat out, retreating to grab a towel. walking back out with the towel around his waist, he couldn’t help but grin to himself. “i’m sorry! i didn’t know you were ‘wake!” he exclaimed, trying to hold back the giggles escaping him. mark wasn’t sure if the steam from the shower had made him burn up or if this interaction was causing it. “you don’t gotta look at me like that!”

“do they care? absolutely not,” she spoke firmly. “men are oversaturated in the industry, ‘dite. so many don’t even have skill! i can name 20 bands where i could not tell you the difference, the music and voices all sound the same. yet they still make more money than girl bands?” he went on, rolling her eyes. “and the good ones are called sellouts. guys think they’re metal heads for liking the 3 mainstream metal girls, they’re great too! but you go to a local gig? they’ll see them as a sex object instead of respecting them for being better than the other bands on the list.” a loud sigh left her lips, rubbing her temples. 

pulling the boy into the next room, he shut the doors, looking at him in disbelief. “how did you get in here?!” he whispered, eyes bugging around. his heart was racing and he could barely think straight. “you know you could get in trouble doing this, hayden!” he continued in his panicked shushed tone. “i could get in shit, you could! lord have mercy you could,” he repeated, sighing out heavily. “you need to be more careful. heaven’s sake, please let me know before this happens again,” he warned, hiding his trembling hands in his pockets.

nicholas had found a habit of sneaking around harvey kinkle’s house after his father would leave, peaking in to check on his un-official-boyfriend. this wasn’t creepy, right? it wasn’t to him. he only wanted to assure himself that harvey was okay and safe. it was an early morning today as he found the hidden key and stepped inside. his eyes searched around, noticing a curled up figure on the couch. a smile formed across his lips, taking quiet steps as to not wake the brunet up. he had to be cold, nick thought as he noted the shiver of harvey’s limbs. finding a blanket, he stepped over, taking care of covering every inch of the boy’s body possible. sighing out quietly, he couldn’t help but stare at the moral’s sleeping face. he looked so peaceful. so beautiful.

caleb tried finding any excuses to celebrate peter. his boyfriend didn’t get enough attention for all the things he did, in caleb’s mind. he didn’t have a clue of the reality. getting a text that the boy passed a major test was the excuse of choice this time. as soon as the door to the apartment opened, he pulled down a string to unleash dozens of balloons and streamers down atop the boy walking in. smile plastered on his face, he walked over to his boyfriend, kissing his cheek softly. “congratulations peter parker,” he praised, helping peter with his bag before pulling the him in by his waist. “you make me more and more proud everyday,” he whispered, planting a kiss on the boy’s forehead.

[aceofstars16]

Damaged

Half a request from a while ago, and half an idea from @meldy-arts and one of her friends, this is the first little bit I wrote tonight. Basically, Ezra kind of looses him memory in the explosion we saw in the midseason trailer...and I also took a page from Agents of SHIELD and decided to make him kind of temporarily paralyzed due to lack of oxygen (don’t know if that was the case for Fitz but....he had trouble with doing things and I think there was a time gap so....yeah...)

I wrote more after this but I’m not sure if I’m happy with it, or want to change it...plus I’m still writing it (but it’s 1 and I’m too tired to write more tonight) but hopefully I’ll post the rest of it (or at least the next section) sometime soon!

Hope y’all like it!

Fic below the cut:

Things weren’t going very well, that much was obvious. But Ezra was doing his part, trying to protect the ship from attacking ties. He hadn’t been in space very much, that without the protective metal of a ship around him, but it was quite exhilarating. The suit was something to get used to, but he managed. And as he deflected enemy assaults, he felt confident. They could do this.

Then the gravity generator blew up. The force thrust Ezra forward, heat burned his suit, and the glass of his helmet cracked. Any semblance of confidence was gone. Debris flew all around, too much for Ezra to maneuver around, especially since he didn’t have much control to begin with. He tried to avoid as many pieces as he could, but he didn’t see the wall of metal flying at him until it was too late. The mass slammed into him and darkness washed over him.

 In the stupor of fuzzy consciousness, Ezra heard voices talking. None of which sounded familiar. He tried to open his eyes, but even that small movement felt impossible, so he just listened, trying to pinpoint anything that would give him a clue as to where he was and what was going on. There was something that felt…almost comforting in the voices around him, a touch in his chest that seemed to assure him they weren’t harming him, but they still sounded foreign. So instead of trying to recognize them, he focused on what the voices were saying.

“He went a long time without oxygen, I don’t know if he will ever fully recover.”

Fear gripped Ezra’s heart. He wanted to speak, wanted to say something, but he seemed frozen in place. So instead he forced his eyes open, though the effort to do that was unreal. What had he gone through to make even the simplest movement so hard?

Everything around him looked blurry, as if his eyes hadn’t opened in weeks. He had to blink a few times until things slowly came into focus, but even then, everything still looked disoriented. Not only that, but the room didn’t look familiar at all.

“Ezra.”

The relief in the voice was evident, but as Ezra focused in on the speaker, he couldn’t pinpoint who the twi'lek was. It was clear she cared about him by her reaction to his waking up, but nothing about her seemed familiar, except that strange feeling in his chest.

“You really had us worried there, kid.” A deep voiced rumbled somewhere to his left.

Forcing himself to turn his head, Ezra saw a purple blob that slowly came into focus. And when it did, Ezra tried to scramble away from it, but his legs and arms didn’t move. He tried again and again, but none of his limbs responded. The fear of seeing the creature along with the inability to move was too much.

“I…I can’t…m…move…I…I…” Hysteria settled over Ezra. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t breathe, his chest restricted. Where was he? What was wrong with him? Who were these people?

A hand rested on his shoulder. “It’s okay, Ezra, it’s okay. Breath. You are going to be okay.”

The voice belonged to the twi'lek, and while fear still coursed through Ezra’s body, her voice was calming. He tried to believe it, tried to listen to it as she repeatedly told him it would be okay.

Another hand rested on his shoulder and fear coursed through him again, thinking it was the purple animal. But as he looked he saw that it was a man. No one he knew, but that feeling seemed to resonate with this man. Something inside him seemed to know he wasn’t a threat.

“You’re going to be okay, Ezra.” The man’s voice further cemented the assurance that he wasn’t going to hurt Ezra.

“Don’t worry, kid, you’ll be back on your feet in no time.”

Ezra knew it was the creature even before it stood over his bed, and he tried to shrink away, tried to kick it away.

“NO! GET IT AWAY!” Ezra screamed when his body once again didn’t comply to any of his commands.

Shock surrounded Ezra, he could feel it in his gut, he could see it in the eyes of the three beings as they stepped back. But he didn’t register it, he just wanted to get away from that thing!

“What did I do?”

“Zeb, maybe you should go outside until we get this figured out.”

“Come on buddy, let’s give Ezra some space.”

The twi'lek rested her hand on his shoulder again as she watched the man and creature leave. Once they were out of the room, Ezra felt a little safer.

“Ezra, what was that all about?” she asked, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“That…that thing!” Ezra stuttered, not understanding how she could seem so concerned for…whatever that creature was.

“You mean Zeb? You know he’d never hurt you. Did you have a nightmare about him or…?”

“I don’t know him! I don’t know any of you!” Tears built up in Ezra’s eyes, though he couldn’t pinpoint if they were tears of fear, confusion, or sadness. He didn’t know what was going on, but he felt so lost and confused. And when he looked up and saw the complete devastation on the twi'lek’s face, he felt even worse.

“Ezra…” she whispered, but her voice died and she buried her head in her hands.

Looking at her, a wave of guilt washed over Ezra. She obviously cared for him, even if he couldn’t recall anything about her, but seeing her so distraught hurt him. “I’m sorry…” he said quietly, wanting to add a name at the end, but he had no name to give.

She lifted up her head and reached out to brush a wayward strand of hair back into place – a motherly gesture. Had she been like a mother to him? And if so, where was his real mother?

“Oh, Ezra,” she said quietly then closed her eyes for a few moments. When she opened them again, there was the semblance of a smile on her face. “Why don’t you get some more rest…we’ll…we’ll figure this out once you heal up some more.”

Even the mention of rest alerted Ezra to how tired his body really was, and he nodded slowly. “Okay…but…before I do…can I know your name?”

A shadow of sadness passed over her face, but she quickly replaced it with a smile – one that Ezra doubted was real. “Oh course, sweetheart. Hera, my name is Hera.”

Her choice of words pretty much confirmed that she had been like a mother of sorts to him. And as Ezra thanked her and closed his eyes to rest, he knew that he could trust her. He just hoped one day he could remember her as well.

[vortexofemotions]

Mandalorian questions game

Here’s my answers for the Mandalorian questions game made by @ spoiler4you on Twitter! I’m doing them over here on Tumblr so I don’t have to worry about the character count. If you’d like to play along here is the original Twitter thread and go make sure to give Ly a follow: https://twitter.com/spoiler4you/status/1401578764660707330

1: How and when did you become a fan of the show? I’ve been a fan of Star Wars since 2015, but despite this I was really sceptical on whether or not I’d actually like the Mandalorian when the first trailer dropped since I wasn’t really liking the direction the sequel trilogy was taking. But then Chapter 1 released and the entire internet exploded overnight over that Baby Yoda reveal. That’s when I knew that I had to check this show out for myself. I didn’t actually get to see season 1 until it was only a month away from season 2′s release date but it was well worth the wait. And now here I am with the show living rent free in my mind constantly.

2:  Who’s your favourite character? Is it a cop out if I say Grogu? But I also love Din, the Armorer and the return of Bo-Katan, Ahsoka and Boba Fett. (I actually didn’t get the appeal of Boba until his reintroduction in season 2 and now I can see why everybody likes him so much)

3: What’s your favourite season (so far)? Season 2! I know some people didn’t like how fan servicey it was, but I’m weak for that kind of shit. Season 1 is still just as good though.

4: What’s your favourite scene from each season? Season 1: I’d have to say the scene where Din earns his Mudhorn signet in chapter 8. Couldn’t tell you why, I just think it was a really neat moment. Season 2: The goodbye scene in chapter 16. Need I say more? (For real though, season 2 had so many great moments that it’ll be difficult for me to choose)

5: What’s your favourite episode (so far)? Chapter 15 The Believer! I was on the edge of my seat (well, my bed lol) the entire time that I’m honestly surprised I didn’t come crashing down onto the floor. I could honestly talk all day about the scene where Din has to remove his helmet in order for the machine to scan his face and just how well Pedro managed to portray the anxiety and sheer discomfort Din must have been feeling in that scene. Also, the little details of Din having to move his entire head to survey his surroundings or to glance at other people? Chiefs kiss 👌 Uggh this episode is so good!

6: FAVOURITE DIN AND GROGU MOMENT: Why must you make me choose? Apart from the obvious goodbye scene in chapter 16, I’m going to say the scene in chapter 12 The Siege where Grogu is trying to swap the two coloured wires and his tiny baby brain can’t comprehend what the hell he’s supposed to do, but Din is so patient with him? Makes me ugly laugh every single time.

7: FAVOURITE DIN MOMENT: I’m just going to say the entirety of chapter 15 The Believer and call it a day lol

8: FAVOURITE GROGU MOMENT: The blue cookie scene in chapter 12. Him begging the kid for the cookies and then taking it anyway, to him waving his hands in the air and throwing them back up. It doesn’t matter. Just Grogu with his blue cookies. A truly iconic moment.

9: The scene that made you cry the most: I think I speak for all of us when I say the goodbye scene. It’s the only time Star Wars has ever made me cry and I’ll never forgive Jon Favreau and Dave Filoni for that.

10: The scene that made you the most hyped: When Din tries to give Bo-Katan the Darksaber back and Moff Gideon’s just sat there with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face, taunting her. I was honestly waiting for her to slap the shit out of him right then and there.

11: Moment you’d like to see most in upcoming seasons: 👏 VILLIAN 👏 BO-KATAN  👏 That bitch is mad she hasn’t got her Darksaber back and the rights to the throne. I’d also like to see King Din of course. BUT, I’d like to see him struggle to fit into the role, none of this ‘he’s so good at his job and he’s only been King for half a day bullshit’ let’s see him not have a clue what he’s doing and watch him grow into a better king, just like with his father role to Grogu. This could also lead into the villain Bo-Katan subplot as this makes her even angrier that she isn’t Queen, and are now stuck with this pathetic King. And then a reunion scene with Din and Grogu, but only at the end of the season. Make it a cliff-hanger to lead into season 4 or something, let’s have their separation be meaningful to the audience as well.

12: Favourite camo role in season 2: Bo-Katan. Now that I’ve watched the Clone Wars and making my way through Rebels, her first appearance to live action has a much bigger impact on me now. Ahsoka’s too.

13: Star Wars movie character you’d like to see in season 3: Honestly? I guess Chewie, only for the fact that the Jawa’s said that Din’s Jawaese sounded like a Wookie and now I want to see Din talk Shyriiwook.

14: Animated character you’d like to see in live action for season 3: Any of the main cast of Rebels characters. I say any as I’ve only seen the first two seasons so far and I don’t know if any of them d-word’s at the end of the series. I know Ezra’s already been rumoured for supposedly the Ahsoka series so I think Sabine would be a nice fit here since I know she also once wielded the Darksaber.

15: What do you think is the most underrated episode? 👀 I’d say Sanctuary as I’ve heard lots of people calling it the weakest episode of the series. I personally really enjoyed it.

16: What do you think is the most overrated episode? 👀 Don’t crucify me for saying this but I’d say The Gunslinger. I often forget about it’s existence, I’m so sorry 😂 And it’s not even my least favourite episode!

17: Given the chance, what would you change from the previous seasons? I honestly have no idea lmao. I guess have some more random scenes of showing Din and Grogu bonding? Let’s have some cute father and son moments please.

18: Favourite Mandalorian/Grogu merch that you own? My Grogu plushie

Or my Din Funko Pop

Yes I keep my Funkos out of their box, I literally do not have the storage space to keep them in their boxes, sue me.

19: Favourite behind the scenes fact: It honestly boggles my mind that most of the scenery and environments are behind a green screen and needs to be drawn/animated in? Like, they all look gorgeous.

20: Favourite actor/actress from the cast: Pedro Pascal as Din Djarin and Katee Sackhoff as Bo-Katan Kryze.

21: Favourite fandom moment: Not sure what this means but I guess all of us losing our absolute shit because we were afraid something awful happened to Grogu in chapter 15 since we didn’t get to see him, not even as a prisoner. That was a terrifying week lol. (Despite us getting a banger of an episode)

22: SEASON 3 PREDICTIONS (I’m excited to know what y’all think!!) I think I’ve basically already answered this in question 11, but to save you guys the trouble of scrolling all the way back up here’s a very basic rundown of what I think will happen in season 3: Villain Bo-Katan A struggling King Djarin Din and Grogu reuniting at the end of the season as a cliff-hanger for the opening in season 4.

23: ((Take this time to appreciate and tag some of your fav Mando moots)) Not gonna tag anyone as I don’t know anyone over here lol, but I’d love to see some of your guys answers! A massive shout-out to all the fanfic writers, fan artists and video makers out there who create for this fandom. All of ya’ll are making the wait for season 3 a lot more bearable by giving us more content with our favourite clueless space dad and his adoptive son travelling around the galaxy.

This was a lot of fun to do, here’s a special thank you to Spoiler4you for creating this game for all of us to play. In case you missed it, the link to the original Twitter thread is at the top of this post.

Now if you’ll excuse me I’m off to write some more Din and Grogu fanfiction. Good night ya’ll!

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15.6

The caravan took its time getting started again. Ezra called for a thirty minute break in the middle of the road, despite what Johannes had ordered. Everyone stretched their legs - and mostly ignored the instruction to keep it down.

“Think there could be muties?” Friday asked Ezra as he wandered past her on his way back from scolding Elwood for bringing out his dulcimer.

“No, I just don’t like the dulcimer,” he said, sarcastic. “Yeah, there could be anything out there. We’ve never stopped within twenty miles of here, but hey, there could be a garage!”

He pushed sweaty hair back out of his face, and clearly getting frustrated, decided to pull it back into a ponytail. He looked like his younger brother when he did, despite the fact that Enis wasn’t related to him by blood. It made Friday realize that Enis dressed like Ezra - they both wore slightly oversized button down shirts, plain earth tones, jeans, suspenders. Maybe Enis’s clothes were hand-me-downs.

Ezra leaned back against his truck, wincing at the hot metal against his back.

“Pack it up, leave in five!” he hollered.

After a pause, the buzz resumed. In the back of Ezra’s truck, John and Cody were playing blackjack with All-Fair, Abernathy, Perdita from the ice cream stall, and Rivka, who did trapeze. Cody was telling the story of La Salle Rouge, with infrequent additions from John. Distantly, Friday heard what was clearly a dulcimer.

“Alright, let’s go,” Ezra said. “Ride up front with me if you want.”

Friday wasn’t going to say no. Down one truck, the circus had been forced to redistribute both the unwieldy wooden facades and three people; as everyone found their new places, the truck beds were getting crowded. Friday climbed up into the cab, though Ezra didn’t climb up after her. He trotted up and down the line of trucks, asking after the water and gasoline supplies and double-checking that all the trailer hitches were secure.

Friday daydreamed. She took the L-shaped pin from her pocket and toyed with it like a worry stone, flipping it over and over in her hand. She’d compare it to the trailer hitches when they stopped again for dinner. She knew it was stupid, but she didn’t want to confirm her fears for certain while Val and Johannes were away together. She was already worried. If she knew for sure that Johannes was trying to kill them while there was nothing Friday could do but wait and see if Val came back from the woods alive, she’d lose it.

Ezra climbed up into the driver’s seat.

“Hey,” he said, out of breath. “Canteen.”

Friday grabbed the canteen from the floor between her feet and passed it to him.

“We’re gonna be lead truck,” he said, and gulped down the water. He carefully closed the canteen before passing it back to Friday, then started the truck’s engine. Through the open window, Friday could hear the game of blackjack abruptly end with a scramble to put the cards away.

Ezra pulled away from the side of the road and slowly passed the rest of the trucks, giving them all a careful once-over. Every truck was in a different state of readiness. Some were spitting exhaust, ready to go, while others still had circus members piling in. It felt wrong to be leaving without Val. Friday turned the pin over in her hand, again and again, using it to sooth her anxiety without really meaning to.

“I’m sorry,” Ezra said. He pulled the truck to a stop at the front of the line. “I should have said...something different.”

It took Friday a second to realize what he was talking about. He thought she was worrying about the muties that may or may not be sharing the woods with Val, Enis, and Johannes. Jesus, she probably should have been. Her fingers stilled over the pin, and she caught Ezra stealing a curious glance at it.

This was a perfect opportunity to ask about the pin. A simple, innocently put “Do you know what this is?” would unravel everything. Friday felt nausea twisting in her stomach. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t know yet, not until Val was standing in front of her.

“Don’t worry about it,” Friday said. She tucked the L-shaped pin back in her pocket.

Ezra’s curiosity had clearly dimmed, because he got the caravan moving, and after that, he didn’t look over to Friday for a long time.

The caravan rumbled down the highway, but not very fast. Ezra didn’t break forty miles per hour. That made sense, if he was worried about his brothers catching up. Something like twenty minutes went by before Ezra spoke again.

“You’re worried about Val and Johannes,” Ezra said.

Friday stared at him, feeling heat rise to her cheeks with the realization she’d been caught. She had no idea what to say, no idea how Ezra would react if she admitted that yes, she was worried Johannes was sabotaging his own circus in order to get rid of Cody, John, Val, and herself before they brought Hemisphere down on them all. And she was doubly worried that Johannes had Val completely at his mercy in the woods. How did she admit that to Johannes’s brother?

“Um,” she said.

Ezra sighed in an overblown, theatrical way that was funny coming from him - definitely something he’d picked up from Johannes’s playbook.

“I am too,” Ezra said. “Johannes…” he paused, as if trying to edit himself. “He doesn’t think before he leaps. You know he’s married?”

Friday struggled for several seconds to track down where the conversation had gone. Married. Johannes was married?

“To who?” Friday asked.

“See, I don’t think that part will matter so much to the preacher,” Ezra said.

Friday sat in silence, listening to the truck’s engine. She tried to fit this in with everything she already knew. She felt outrage simmering in the pit of her stomach. Friday glared out the truck window, trying to get a hold of herself.

“I’m not bringing it up to cause problems,” Ezra said. He fidgeted with the steering wheel, his thumbs running through the grooves in the leather. “I have enough problems. That’s why… You seem to care about Val. And I care about Johannes. That’s it.”

Friday watched him chew the inside of his lip. She couldn’t take this.

“Married?” she said. She leaned forward in her seat and said, louder, “Married?”

“Eleven years,” Ezra added.

“And everyone knows? The whole circus knows except for us?” Friday said. “Wait, eleven years?”

“He got married young,” Ezra said, looking now like he regretted sharing any of this with Friday. “It’s...common knowledge.”

“You’ve gotta give me more than that. Who is it?”

“She’s not with the circus anymore,” Ezra said. That wasn’t going to be enough to deter Friday, and he seemed to know it. “She did this fortune teller scam that was a work of art, so Judith let her join. She and Johannes had the kind of romance you see in a Bellamy film. Very dramatic. Judith wasn’t impressed.”

“Judith, your mom?” Friday said.

“Yep,” Ezra said. He returned his eyes to the road, though the straight stretch didn’t require nearly as much attention as he gave it.

“Ezra, you aren’t fucking with me, are you?” Friday asked. Even as she said it, she knew the answer. He wasn’t fucking with her. When she tried to picture Johannes’s mysterious fortune-telling wife, her mind was ready with her features, clothes, even down to her smile. She was the girl in the photograph that had fallen out of Johannes’s journal when Friday had been snooping last night. He kept the picture under his pillow, for Christ’s sake. Not only was she his wife, but wherever she was in the world, he still cared about her.

“Where is she now?” Friday asked before Ezra had done much more than sputter at the accusation of lying. “Why did she leave?”

Ezra shrugged. “She didn’t come from show business, and the life didn’t agree with her. She’s off pursuing...” he waved his hand frustratedly as he tried to think of the right word. “She has ambitions.”

Friday leaned back, crossing her arms over her chest and staring down the road ahead. She could see Johannes with that girl in the photograph - someone who was always in motion. She could see Johannes loving that girl, and still pursuing a good time elsewhere.

“What’s her name?” Friday asked.

Ezra looked at her, then quickly back at the road. He looked tired.

“It doesn’t matter,” he said. “What matters is…” he wasn’t going to say keeping Val and Johannes apart out loud - neither was Friday. He sighed. “Her name is Iris.”

15.5 || 15.7

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15.4

“I know you’re not thinking of converting,” Val said under his breath, just loud enough for everyone in the cab to hear, as the broken truck inched down the highway at roughly five miles an hour.

There had been no real agreed-upon solution for how to get it to the town Johannes had mentioned, but Enis felt more or less safe driving it there, provided he was the one driving, and provided they went as slowly as possible.

“Maybe I am,” Johannes said, somewhat smugly.

“You just wanted me to come with you for some Godforsaken reason,” Val said. “And I don’t know what that reason is, but -”

“The pleasure of your company can be enough of a reason, preacher,” Johannes said, and Enis began to tune the conversation out again.

Johannes was being weird. No, scratch that - Johannes and Ezra were being weird. Weirder than usual, which was really saying something. Enis knew what weird looked like from his brothers, and it didn’t look remotely like the sullen faces Ezra had been pulling since early that morning, or the way Johannes was constantly hovering near Val. Maybe the two of them had gotten into a fight last night, Enis thought. Maybe it was his fault for almost dying right in front of his brothers. 

But there was no real use in thinking that. Johannes and Ezra wouldn’t blame him for almost plummeting off the side of a mountain and dying. Even if they were still arguing about it behind his back. Or arguing about something else - though Enis couldn’t for the life of him think of what else they might have had to argue about. Mostly because they didn’t make a habit of telling him when something worth arguing or worrying about was happening. He always had to find out through word-of-mouth, well after there was any need to worry or argue.

Val and Johannes were still bickering. There was a dip in the road, just enough that the truck picked up some speed, and Enis took his foot entirely off the gas for a moment to compensate. It wasn’t scary. He’d rigged lights hundreds of feet in the air and worked with heavy machinery that he could have lost limbs to if something had gone awry. A car with no brakes was something he could handle, at least for the time it took them to drive down the road.

“Careful, Enis,” Johannes said, breaking off from whatever he’d been saying to Val.

“It’s fine,” Enis said. He managed to keep the tension out of his voice, but only barely. “I’ve got it.”

“I know,” Johannes said, and didn’t wait for an answer before throwing himself right back into the other conversation.

It was a wonder, Enis thought, that Johannes trusted him so easily even after the trailer incident. There would be people in the circus who thought Enis had been somehow involved with unhitching the trailer, he was sure. Not that you needed a trained engineer to know that sliding the pin out of place would ensure the trailer came loose and detached from the back of the truck. But the tampering from yesterday combined with the cut brake line from today certainly pointed to the idea that a mechanic or an engineer was trying to fuck with the circus.

Enis wished he knew why that was - or, more pressingly, why whoever was doing it was making gestures towards framing him for the things that had nearly killed people. Maybe that hadn’t been their intent with the first incident, but two in a row certainly seemed targeted. If these incidents weren’t supposed to be leading everyone towards suspecting the circus’s only mechanic, who were they supposed to be pointing the finger at? Abernathy? Enis wondered if that was who Johannes and Ezra suspected, but he hadn’t seen either of them go anywhere near her since the previous day. If Johannes suspected her, surely he’d want her here instead of Val, to keep an eye on her.

Maybe Johannes suspected Val, then - but no, that was stupid. Johannes liked Val. Everyone with eyes could see that, even if they were being less than polite to each other at the moment.

“Enis,” Johannes said, gently. “The exit?”

Enis blinked. He’d nearly driven past the exit into town while lost in thought, and had to course correct quickly, swinging the truck into the correct lane.

“Sorry,” he managed, and caught himself before he said anything else. There was something moving along the tree line that he hadn’t noticed before. “Do you see that?”

“See what?” Johannes asked.

“In the trees.” Enis gestured with a nod of his head. He couldn’t risk taking his eyes completely away from the road to see where the movement was coming from, but he could guess easily enough. Five miles per hour was slow - walking would be faster. The muties in the trees were proving that point. Skinny, humanoid shadows rushing between tree trunks to stay under cover followed the path of the truck towards town, easily keeping pace.

“Shit,” Val said, shifting in the cab so his face was nearly pressed directly on the window. “Muties.”

“Shit,” Johannes agreed, also shifting to get a better look.

“I can speed up,” Enis suggested, already pressing his foot down on the gas just a little harder than he had been before. The truck jumped ahead as the speedometer hovered towards ten miles per hour.

“I think,” Johannes said, twisting around in his seat to look out the back window, “that might be for the best.”

“Please don’t crash,” Val said, somewhat weakly.

“Are the muties gonna come after us?” Enis asked.

“They’re just scouting, it looks like,” Johannes said. “Haven’t moved from the woods. They might be waiting to see if we stop in town, where the people are at, or just blow through it.”

“Well,” Enis said, pressing even harder on the gas, “if they don’t come after us, I won’t crash.”

“You’re gonna have to stop the car somehow,” Johannes pointed out.

Enis shrugged. “Cross that bridge when we come to it.”

15.3 || 15.5