#her helmet is a PAIN to draw omg

[ryann-44]

Blade of Miquella

[blackkatmagic]

Omg a de-aged Obi-Wan/Jon fic. They both were de-aged to like, 14-15 and don't have their memories past that. They're trapped in a Sith Temple with Very Stressed Cody, a Confused and Concerned Rex, and Low-key Entertained and Terrified Ahsoka. Chaos, emotional pain/bonding, and stress screaming occurs

Rex feels a little like he got run over by a bantha.

“Easy, Rex,” Ahsoka says from somewhere close, and then there's a hand on his shoulder, helping as he struggles up. Rex appreciates the assistance; he feels as if his head got rung like a bell, and his body right along with it. There's no ringing in his ears, though, none of the shakiness that a concussion grenade would have left him with, and when he pries his eyes open Ahsoka looks rattled, but entirely unharmed.

“What the kriff was that?” Rex asks, putting a hand to his head. A few paces away, Cody is stirring on the stone floor, sprawled out uncomfortably, and Rex pushes up, lets Ahsoka grab his arm and steady him as he staggers over to Cody's side.

“Some old Sith trap,” she says disgustedly, and drops to her knees next to Cody, gently pulling him over onto his back. Rex crouches down as well, pulling his helmet off, and when Cody's dazed eyes flutter open, he gives him a crooked grin.

“Come on, vod,” he says. “I know your head’s hard enough to survive that.”

“Go away, Rex,” Cody says with a groan, and Rex scoffs. Before he can say anything, though, Cody's eyes fly open again, and he jerks up. “The general!”

Ahsoka turns, pointing towards the huge, heavy stone door that stands tightly shut. “Master Obi-Wan and Master Antilles threw us clear when the trap went off,” she says. “I tried to get the door open, but it won't move.”

Cody blinks for a moment, staring at the door. Then, carefully, he squints at Ahsoka, and says, “I thought Jon Antilles died on Queyta, getting the swamp gas antidote.”

Well, Rex thinks wryly. That definitely puts a new spin on Obi-Wan’s surprise when he dropped out of the rafters and sliced apart one of the half-mad native beasts that was chasing them.

Ahsoka grins. “It’s like a Temple game,” she says. “Whatever record-keeper is on duty when one of Master Antilles’s death reports comes in has to buy the rest drinks that night. I think it’s happened twelve times in the last three years.”

Jetii, Rex thinks, and rolls his eyes. Cody just looks pained.

“They're trapped in there?” he asks, climbing gingerly to his feet. “We need to get them out.”

That, Rex thinks, is an understatement. They're deep in the bowels of a Sith temple, with several dozen dangerous creatures, Sith ghosts, and a whole trap-filled maze between them and the exit. And Anakin is lost somewhere in here with them, separated early on but probably neck-deep in trouble if Rex knows anything at all about his general. They’ve got no comms, no backup, and no way out except right through the most dangerous parts of the temple.

Just another Centaxday, Rex thinks, and wonders if Fox will be willing to recommend some good ulcer medicine when the stress invariably gives him one. Or several.

“I already tried the door,” Ahsoka says, as she and Rex follow him up. “There's some kind of shield over it—I can't cut through—”

As if in response to her words, the doors shudder, creak. They bow towards Rex, Cody, and Ahsoka, like something is pushing from the inside and straining against the lock, and Cody shout a warning. He falls back, dragging Rex with him, and Rex would be offended about getting manhandled like a shiny if he wasn’t more concerned with grabbing Ahsoka and pulling her along. She eels out of his grip, though, darts in front of them and drops into a ready stance, drawing her lightsaber. The green blade ignites with a hiss just as the doors snap back to flat—

With a yelp, a flail, a flurry of cloth, two bodies pass right through the stone like it’s an illusion, tumbling out onto the floor. Behind them, something slams into the door with enough force to rattle it in its frame, and the figures scramble up, untangling themselves quickly.

Rex thinks, with a distinct sinking feeling, that he would know that red hair anywhere.

“What was that?” the teenage boy—probably sixteen at most—with Obi-Wan’s hair and accent demands. He grabs the arm of the other boy, just about the same age but completely enveloped in an oversized cloak that’s closer to green-grey than standard Jedi brown, and they scramble backwards, right into Ahsoka. She yelps, dropping her lightsaber, and all three of them go down in a tangle of curses.

Rex doesn’t laugh. He doesn’t.

“What the heck,” Cody breathes.

“Master Obi-Wan!” Ahsoka complains. “Ow, ow, you're on my lek, get off—”

Antilles scrambles up, leaping back like he just got stung, and he jerks around—

Rex catches his arm. “Sir, just wait—”

There's a wrench, a sharp, startled sound, and suddenly Rex is airborne. He yelps, hitting the ground on his back, and wheezes as all the air is knocked from his lungs. Someone hisses, and Ahsoka cries out angrily, and Cody takes a half-step forward in alarm.

And then, before anything can happen, Obi-Wan shoves himself between Antilles and the rest of them, herding the other boy back a step. “Wait!” he says loudly, and Antilles twitches, ducks his head, but doesn’t move out from behind Obi-Wan.

“Wait,” Obi-Wan says again, raising his hands, and Rex pushes up on one elbow just to take in the sheer weirdness that is Obi-Wan baby-faced and beardless, padawan braid trailing down behind his ear. “You just startled him, that’s all. He saved me from the beasts in there, he isn't an enemy. And I'm not, either.”

Ahsoka glances back at Rex as she straightens, and her expression is caught between pure bewilderment and rising horror. “Master Obi-Wan?” she asks warily. “Do you recognize me?”

“Master,” Obi-Wan repeats, bemused. “I'm sorry, you must be mistaken. I'm a padawan. I haven’t even made Knight yet, let alone Master.”

Behind him, Antilles shifts, and Rex thinks he sees him swallow. He steps forward, and when Obi-Wan turns to him in alarm, he half-raises a hand, almost touching Obi-Wan’s arm, before he hesitates and drops it.

“If you need a Knight,” he says, “I'm Knight Jon Antilles.”

Rex blinks, exchanging glances with Cody, who looks equally confused. After a moment, Rex just shrugs. He hasn’t heard of Jedi making Knight so young, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen.

Ahsoka looks far less at ease with this information. “You're a Knight?” she demands. “But you're fifteen—”

“Sixteen,” Jon mutters, sort of shrinking back under his hood.

“—sixteen,” Ahsoka corrects without missing a beat, “and most Human Jedi don’t make Knight until they're at least twenty!”

There's a moment as Obi-Wan blinks at Ahsoka, and then he looks from her to the dropped lightsaber. “You're a Jedi,” he says in surprise. “I don’t recognize you from the crèche, though. Are you not from the Coruscant Temple?”

“Of course I'm from the Coruscant Temple,” Ahsoka says. She holds out a hand, calling her lightsaber to her, and studies Jon and Obi-Wan for a moment. “Do you…remember anything about the war?”

“War?” Jon asks, quietly alarmed. He steps forward—

Obi-Wan catches his arm, pulling Jon back to his side, and says, “Which war? Were we called out to negotiate? But why would two padawans be sent?”

“My Master is somewhere in this place,” Ahsoka says, and it’s a sidestep worthy of Obi-Wan. “We need to find him, but the only way back up to the main part is through that door.”

Jon and Obi-Wan glance back at it just as something hits it from the inside again, making it shudder. Obi-Wan’s expression firms into bloody stubbornness and he reaches for the lightsaber on his belt, but before he can draw it, Jon catches his arm.

“Have you tried communicating with them?” he asks softly, glancing at the doors. They shake again, and he hesitates, then says, “They have minds, beneath the rage and darkness. I can feel it.”

“They were a little too busy trying to eat us for us to try that,” Ahsoka says, watching him. “You think you can manage it? Even with how angry they are?”

“He can if we help him,” Obi-Wan says, hope rising in his tone. “The three of us together should be strong enough to influence them.” A smile breaking across his face, he turns his hand, catching Jon's arm, and says, “Let us help, Jon.”

Jon stares at him for a long moment, eyes wide beneath the shadow of his hood, and then very deliberately ducks his head so it hides him completely. He doesn’t answer, just jerks his head in a quick nod, but Rex can practically feel the rising heat of a blush. And, judging by the way Ahsoka's brows are rising, that’s not the only thing to feel.

“Oh,” she says. “Oh, wow. Mas—Obi-Wan? He’s your type? But everyone in the Archives always talks about how you and Jango Fett—”

“What,” Jon says blankly.

“What,” Cody says, at twice his normal volume.

“I'm everyone’s type,” Obi-Wan says, miffed. “And I certainly don’t know anything about Jango Fett, but whoever he is—”

“Wait, wait,” Rex says, more plea than anything, and raises his hands. If this goes on for much longer, Jon is going to dissolve into a puddle of sheer embarrassment behind Obi-Wan and Ahsoka, and since he’s got an idea how to get them out of here, Rex has a vested interest in not letting that happen. “We need to focus. Sir—Knight Antilles, can you really get those animals to let us through?”

“Yes,” Jon says, apparently relieved to escape the previous topic. “I—”

“We’re helping,” Obi-Wan says firmly, and tugs Jon a step closer to him. Jon looks a little like a deer in the lights of an oncoming transport, but he allows it without flipping Obi-Wan over his shoulder and slamming him into the ground. Not that Rex is annoyed about that. Much.

“Okay,” Jon says, almost soundless, and when Obi-Wan smiles at him he twitches like he wants to bolt.

Cody rubs a hand over his eyes and mutters to himself, which is the equivalent of anyone else beating their head against a wall while swearing. “We need to find General Skywalker as soon as possible,” he says. “Ahsoka—”

Ahsoka rolls her eyes, but heads for Obi-Wan and Jon, grabbing them both by the neck of their robes. “I'm the same age as my Grandmaster and I'm stuck in an old Sith temple with my Master missing, a legendary Jedi Master tripping over his own feet whenever my Grandmaster smiles at him, and no good way out. This is fine.”

Ahsoka, Rex reflects, has been learning far, far too much from Anakin. It’s mildly horrifying.

Jon makes a low, offended sound, but lets her steer him. “You're like Knol,” he says, as if this is some damning indictment of her character.

“Master Ven’nari?” Ahsoka says, suddenly far more interested. “Can't she breathe fire?”

Jon pauses, clearly caught off guard by this unexpected response, and gives her a wary look. He doesn’t answer, which is probably for the better. At least as far as Rex's stress levels are concerned.

“Beasts,” Rex says firmly. Ahsoka doesn’t need the ability to breathe fire. Rex doesn’t need Ahsoka with the ability to breathe fire. Not in the least.

“Who even are you?” Obi-Wan asks, cuttingly polite as he eyes them. “Planetary officials?”

“Soldiers,” Cody says. “Your soldiers. We serve the Jedi.”

Another traded glance between Jon and Obi-Wan, this time bewildered.

“Oh,” Jon says, soft. “You're not twins, you're clones.”

Cody very clearly makes the decision not to ask how he knows. “We are,” he agrees. “It’s our duty to get you out of here safely—”

From the look on Obi-Wan’s face, incredibly unimpressed and vaguely offended, this goes over with his general at sixteen about as well as it does at thirty-six. Jon doesn’t look all that much more convinced, either.

Ahsoka snickers, because she’s terrible. “We’ll get them out, too,” she tells Obi-Wan soothingly, and Obi-Wan snorts softly.

“We’d better,” he says, and turns, giving Jon a bright smile. “Are you ready, Jon?”

Jon stares at him for a moment, and then very carefully, very deliberately, he slides his hands out of the enveloping shadow of his cloak and offers them up. He’s not wearing the gloves he had on as an adult, and Rex can see Obi-Wan’s eyes lingering on the scarred skin for an instant before he reaches out, wrapping his fingers around Jon's.

“And what am I? Bantha fodder?” Ahsoka asks, unimpressed, and drops a hand on top of theirs, making them both startle.

“Ah, young love,” Rex murmurs, trying not to grin, and Cody groans.

“Can you knock me out again?” he asks.

Rex would, but the doors are opening, the Jedi are doing something, and there’s a big, ugly feline with long teeth bearing down on them, so he has slightly more important things to worry about at the moment.

[On AO3]

[princess-peregrine]

Long post, just keep scrolling

ok watching booksmart, this post is tracking me watching it

Okay movie is open

word doc is open

not going for tabs here I guess

so anyway

was on a site, found this movie called book smart and the cover caught my eye, so now i'm watching it. Also I googled if it was gay and it is so that's the main reason

okay first scene is odd

lol fuck them

omfg I love her already

THEIR DANCING IS THE WORST BEST THING YET

hehehe, ass president

fuck samantha

so the principle is very smart and doesn't like any of them

omfg teacher crush girl I love you

everyone loves this teacher! And so do I!

Jared you are nice, but why

rood, her outfit is a solid six out of ten

OMG the head tilt! She leaned on her and and gazed!

When does the super duper gay happen

omfg

skateboard girl

SHE WAS A SKATER GIRL

oh that was a guy? I really can't tell, the adrogony is strong on this one

ryan is a girl so yes the lesbian

ryan's nickname is avril lavigne

“well with her there'd be more, vagina involved.”

omg the way the music cuts out is so odd

I love her car

I want that car, it has flame paint

I am the girl with the scarf, she is me, like for real, that is me

is she in the wrong, yes she is

this bathroom scene is the kind of conversations I would sit in the middle of and not talk like for real it is so nostalgic

their dick drawings are terrible

I love the hippie, he's nice, he's understandable, fuck the government man

omg shit got darker and more grainy

I love the side character hope

she is just upset other people that care less are smart wtf

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa HALL PARTY!!!!

ok I think I see where this movie is going

i'm gonna guess, their gonna have a day to make up for being, stiff, and unloose

yeah that's where it's going

“Who's they?” same

omg the clothes change scene, they are so cute

“THE PANDA” OMFG I LOVE THEM

“i wish, that wouldv'e been a secret, but, you said it anyway”

the parents omg do not deny the mushrooms omg the parents faces

omg the car

“absofruitly” omfg

THE LISCENSE PLATE WHAT TF

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MEEEETH

what, vitamins, the meth was just vitamins

“I BROUGHT YOU TO THE BEST PARTY, MY PARTY”

no one is there, wh, how doe, whe, how could, how tf did he do this

the party girl I love

she was the one on the car earlier

she is high

for sure but I love her what the hell is doing on

oh yeah she admitted, ln drugs

he's wearing a scuba helmet like a daft punk

omg no pls stop

he was so consent talk earlier and now he's nice guy

she lost her virginity in a graveyard and she said her eggs are haunted, I love it

I love her

who is lu an

jump off the boat

oh shit

oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit is she ok

pls lovely haunted rich girl be ok pls

“please don't do your lecture voice”

they got the address

i'm calling malala

she only gets one malala a year omfg I love them

the principle is the uber driver omg

i'm smiling so hard and it hurts bc my cheeks and gums aren't healed and I am in such pain, that a good thing

wtf that book idea sucks

so awkward

“neck deep in ryan” “neck deep, in, what direction?”

omg she's never watched porn

omg sharing earbuds while watching porn for educational purposes

omg omg omg omg the aux porn noises

“is that cardi B” OMASL;KDFADHLKAJSH

they got the wrong address again

how did she get here

gigi I love you

I finally learned her name it's gigi, I love gigi

gigi why are you not at nicks party

the strawberries hit by now?

THE STRAWBERRIES WERE LACED?!!?!?!? SWEEEEEET

one time I threw up in my moms hand and she caught it because she loves me

omg omg omg omg barbie scene

they're dolls I love this movie

“where is my chub” I feel the same

what is the real life equivilant of this

they're naked

“uh molly I have no genitals”

omg is there going to be barbie porn, spread eagle

gigi is amazing I love her

gigi you are wrong on this, and I still love you

omg just say you're bi

“i can't like him because he's a jock” same

slaps molly “how dare you say that about my best friend” so relatable

library studying to find the party omg

the pizza delivery that's how they'll find the party

stowaways

omg kidnapper pizza delivery movie now pls?

“that's your private information” I love this pizza delivery guy

“don't trust people oh my god” he's great

she left her phone omg

“why is my battery so low?” “The porn, we streamed a lot of porn.”

who is it

THE TEACHER I LOVE HER

OMG BEST TEACHER EVER EVER EVER FOREVER THIS IS AMAZING I LOVE THIS MOVIE NOW

Sentinel if you read this the teacher reminds me of you, she's banned from juice

“lucky for you two, i'm a single woman living in los angeles”

they are so great to eachother

ok they're here but there is still half of the movie left, so, what's gonna happen now

oh I know, romance drama hopefully

crush vision

oh pls no, crush vision has made everyone dissappear pls no, don't

THIS BITCH, GET THE HELL OUT WITH YOUR SINGING IN THE RAIL BE BOP DANCE

it's done

still love the hippie

gigi how the fuck

gigi you are perfect and I love you

the teacher is here? For real? Is, that really what's happening?

Ryan is not who I would have had a crush on but I seriously love her rn

everything is going too well

how tf did he get from the murdermystery to there

probably the same way gigi did

he deepthroated the microphone and that is not ok

the hippie is going to try to seduce the teach

he called her mrs. fine. Also his name is theo

AND I'M HERE, TO REMIND YOU, OF THE MESS YOU MADE WHEN YOU WENT AWAY!

Alan?

I don't think he's 20

uh oh kareoke pls don't

i'm afraid

this is causing me stress

what Is going to come of this

hugs

ok that was a stress fake out

this is going too well for too long what the hell is going on here

oh I know this song

swimming in the pool

um, so ryan is jacked

oh so ryan is either bi or straight but this does not bode well

oh shit doesn't bode well for either of them

she's using malala and you just say no bitch

molly you're being a bitch

omg yelling during a party and now everyone's staring

molly you are kind of a bitch now I like you less

molly was totally in the wrong

I love the cowgirl

omg cowgirl is a bitch too wtf

is everyone a bitch

kiss, which I saw coming but, still, get it

so rich kid is there too

gigi I love you

he wants to do airplanes I love him

ok so virginity loss first time scene

black bra

I forget what movie but there was a scene that they said “no one has a black bra if they don't want someone to see” and i'm like bitch black is my fav colour

WRONG HOLE!!!

OH SHIT, she puked, oh crap oh no oh pls god no, this is awful oh poor amy

oh no oh shit oh no oh crud I wanna cry I feel so bad for her she puked oh goodness I feel so bad for her why

oh that's what the scene earlier about her mom catching her puke meant

they didn't hear the clap?

Gigi I love you, also why do you take airplane kids car if you have your own

gigi's real name is annabelle

“Wait where the fuck do you live” omg

twenty minutes still left, what is happening here

but did the teach bang the kid

omg she rolled her r at a kid

she did bang him

teach what the fuck

gigi is at the piano the talented bitch

i'm gonna bet they'll still be late

THEY MADE IT, broke the fence, BUT THEY MADE IT, also his car is f'ed up

omg why is everyone cheering was everyone at the party?

Maybe cause they just crashed a car through

ok so molly was not gay

this kiss was terrible and they should do a reshoot until they take a not ugly kiss

neat speech

her mom is kissing the jilling bear

oh no

oh pls thank god molly

they were kissing the sex panda oh god

omg omg omg omg

cowgirl you are valid

she has stripped sleeves I love

she has a volvo and that adds like, plus twenty aesthetic

gone forever now

not forever, just a year

harmonizing for the ending song, good choice I guess

oh no, now it's sad

fuck

jumpscare

pancakes

omg I love the ending

the ending wow

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm nice shit

[sorenthelegend]

Thoughts on Phantom 🌹🎶❤️ (West End, August 6th 2018)

(Hahaha the post was too long so I’m going to put Act I here and reblog to add Act II 💖)

Last night I went to see The Phantom of The Opera at Her Majesty’s Theatre in London - my first ever West End show and my first time ever seeing Phantom!!! Safe to say it was AMAZING 😍 it was everything I could have hoped for and more!! I had Ben Lewis (!!!) as the Phantom, Bridget Costello as Christine and Jeremy Taylor as Raoul, all of whom were absolutely brilliant!

Ben Lewis’ Phantom.....what can I say? The first word that springs to mind is captivating - every moment he was on stage I was utterly spellbound. He puts so much emotion into his performance, and I had tears in my eyes more than once. He really captured the difference in the Phantom from when he first takes Christine down to his lair to when he takes her again after Don Juan - you can see how much the unmasking breaks him, he loses his gentleness and becomes more erratic, and he breaks down SO WELL. Everything about Ben Lewis is amazing.

Bridget Costello is STUNNING!!! Not only is she beautiful, her dancing is amazing and her voice is gorgeous. She had such amazing technique with everything she did - she conveyed even the subtlest of Christine’s emotions perfectly, and her performance was stellar.

Jeremy Taylor was brilliant, my Angry Boi™️ Raoul 😩😍 I honestly fell in love with his version of the character - he was more aggressive than I expected, but it was due to his fierce protectiveness over Christine, and you could really feel his animosity towards the Phantom. Absolutely amazing.

Prologue/Overture: ohhhh I got actual CHILLS when the chandelier went up 😍 idk if it was intentional but the lights flickered in time with the music? The orchestra were incredible (more on them later), and the atmosphere was so great

Hannibal: Piangi, you deserve the world. Hannibal was brilliant - the dancing was great, the music was really good, but mainly it was HILARIOUS 😂 my boi Wade the Elephant had a bedazzled helmet (you live your best life, Wade) Carlotta smacking the newspaper out of someone’s hand while she was singing is somehow a mood (petty goals my gal) also was she flirting with Andre?!? The “AMATEURS” line was perfect, the look on his face was just 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻

Think of Me: Okay this was so well acted it hurt 😩 Christine started off really shy and quiet, but once she lost herself in the music she was confident and strong and all-around PERFECT 😍 she had such a breathless smile on her face the whole time, you could tell how much she loved to sing and loved her music. Raoul said “brava” instead of “bravo” and I was so proud, also he didn’t randomly get up and leave like in 2004 so the boy has gained some sense 😂 the cadenza was absolutely gorgeous and I’m jealous of that high note 😩😍

Angel of Music: Meg has such a good voice!! It was sweet and innocent and harmonised beautifully with Christine’s. There were different lyrics to the ones I know (instead of the “Christine you must have been dreaming” lines we had “I watched your face from the shadows/Distant through all the applause/I hear your voice in the darkness/But the words aren’t yours!”) and I LOVED them - it was like Meg was just as excited about Christine’s Angel of Music as she was, rather than her trying to tell Christine that her Angel isn’t real. Loved it.

Little Lotte/The Mirror: Raoul walked into the dressing room and said “Christine Daaé where is your red scarf” and I almost died because somehow the way he said it was really attractive 😂 I loved the harmonies in this, and I really enjoyed the interaction between the two. Christine’s fear when she talked about how strict her Angel is was really good, it subtly set up the dynamic of fear between Christine and the Phantom (which only becomes more evident with the progression of the story). I got chills again at the mirror opening, I totally get why Christine was so hypnotised 👀

The Phantom of the Opera: TITLE SONGGGGG 😍😍😍 the way they showed the descent into the underground was really clever (they had a staircase-type thing that slowly lowered as they walked across it, giving the impression that it was sloping downwards) and the CANDLES omg there were SO MANY OF THEM 😂 during the “sing for me”s at the end of the song the Phantom moved his hands like he was drawing her voice out from her, and he properly went “ohh” when she hit the right notes (the self-caress bit was almost like he was trying to regain his composure)😩😍 I never thought I’d fall in love with someone because of the way they toss a hat away but DEAR GOD it was glorious 👀😍😩👌🏻

Music of the Night: 😭😍 the singing was, as ever, absolutely perfect, and the acting in this was superb - there was a lot of chemistry between the two, and he kept flinching away when he touched Christine, like he couldn’t believe he was able to. At the “touch me, trust me” lines, he had closed his eyes and she reached up to touch his mask, and he instantly pulls away and grabs her wrist with wide eyes. The doll was suitably creepy, but it’s great because we get to see the Phantom carrying Christine (he strong)👀 It was beautiful.

I Remember/Stranger Than You Dreamt It: Okay the performance of the Phantom when composing was perfect - he was scrambling for a pen, jumping up and scribbling furiously when he worked out a phrase, blowing on the ink to dry it so it wouldn’t smudge....10/10. Christine tried to take his mask off a few times but he was so focused on his composition that he didn’t notice (she only missed because he jumped up to write stuff down) and his reaction when she did take off the mask was so well done. He screamed when she took it off and chased her about the lair, trying to get the mask back (and you could tell she was genuinely scared of him) before collapsing on the floor. The “damn you, curse you” line was so full of emotion (he kind of groaned at her?? “ohHhhhH DAMN you” 😂 I loved it, you could feel his frustration) and he then proceeded to fully break down in tears as he sang STYDI. I almost cried watching him, he was so broken and tearful (you could almost HEAR his tears in his voice), and once he put his mask back on you could tell he was annoyed at himself for getting so upset and tried to almost angrily compose himself 😂 honestly one of my highlights of the whole show

Magical Lasso: The ballet girls all ran away screaming when a guy in a cloak and hat walked past 😂 Madame Giry was raging, wish she’d slapped him it would have been gold

Notes I: The looks on their faces when they were reading the notes 😂👌🏻 André did a little sad face at “the dancing was a lamentable mess :(“ and the “what is it that we’re meant to have wrote” was obviously brilliant, it was hilarious - this was Angry Raoul’s debut, he was PISSED about that letter and even MORE pissed when Carlotta accused him of sending hers

Prima Donna: I really liked this one, usually it’s not one of my favourites but it was really well done - when the managers did the bit about “although he may demur/He must have been with her” Raoul stopped in his tracks and turned to stare at them half-disgusted, half-angry, shaking his head a bit. Meg spent the first part of the song looking around the managers’ desk for the notes and examining them, like she was looking for clues as to who the Phantom was. At the end they all sang “sing Prima Donna once more” in a different manner - Raoul was angry and almost sarcastic, Madame Giry looked so done, Carlotta was having the time of her life (but the best was Raoul - he almost spat out the words “prima donna”, so much venom, I love my Angry Boi)

Poor Fool, He Makes Me Laugh: I would genuinely pay good money to see the whole of this opera 😂 the fops looked great, Piangi KILLED it, and it was all going brilliantly until the Phantom shows up to ruin the party. The croaking was great, but I also really liked how Christine forgot her blocking because she was scared of the Phantom. His laugh was proper chilling 👌🏻 the ballet was so good, André walked into about four dancers trying to get off the stage, and I loved the shadows behind the scenery showing the Phantom. If Buquet was a doll it was a hella accurate doll, it was dead realistic 😂 the chaos on the stage was brilliant, and the laughter really cemented the Phantom as a total maniac

Why Have You Brought Us Here: you could really see Christine’s fear in this, also I liked how on the “there inside your mind” lyric Raoul gestured towards Christine’s head, like he was trying to convince her that the Phantom was a figment of her imagination. I missed a lot of Angry Christine here because where I was sitting it was hard to see downstage right (ie the bit of the stage on my left-hand side), but she moved out into centre stage for “but his voice” - Raoul looked at her all concerned during this bit, and you know that he genuinely believes Christine has imagined the man

All I Ask of You: Raoul is my protective boi and I love him okay 😩 he hugged her tighter when he sang “I’m here, no one will harm you”, and he had a determined look in his eyes and more of an edge to his voice, like he was daring the Phantom to try and harm Christine. It was such a sweet and romantic song, the kiss was more gentle than most I’ve seen before, it was just like watching two teenagers in love, plus their voices are so powerful (chills again)

All I Ask of You (Reprise): My HEART 😭😩 this was so heartbreaking, he was crying the whole way through and looked like he was physically in pain (particularly during “he was bound to love you when he heard you sing” - because the Phantom taught her to sing, I think he blames himself for that). When Christine and Raoul were singing he covered his ears and shook his head while sobbing her name, and it was painful to watch 😭 I had the absolute fear while the angel was going back up because he STOOD UP (please don’t fall off), he was so dramatic and angry and I SWEAR to you he was looking RIGHT AT US at this bit - the chandelier falling was SO intense, it fell so much quicker than I was expecting, what an amazing end to the first act

(Act II to follow! 😂)

[katieskarlette]

Before the Storm:  A Reaction Post

I just finished binge-reading the latest WoW novel, and I have thoughts.  Quite a few of them, actually.  So here goes.

Short non-spoilery version:   Game tie-in novels are never going to be high literature, but for what it was, I really enjoyed this book.  I know Golden’s name has been mud around this neck of the internet lately, so this probably isn’t a popular opinion.  The contrast between Anduin and Sylvanas as leaders--and as people--was interesting to see, and the questions about how the living and the undead can (or should) interact were incredibly poignant.  There was only one significant lore development (at the very end, regarding a new variety of undead) that is easy to catch up on via a quick summary, so it’s not a mandatory read to understand Battle For Azeroth.  But as a character study and a fleshing-out of the world and how various issues stand going into the new expansion, it was a enjoyable read.  If you’re a fan of Anduin, Sylvanas, Genn, Calia, or goblins, definitely check it out.

Spoilers (as well as a mention of real-life death/grief) below.

I think sometimes fandom marinates in an echo chamber and, because of how seldom new canon material is released, we assume that because Blizzard isn’t releasing a weekly short story they’re letting unresolved plot threads dangle and fester.  Sometimes they do, granted, but there were an awful lot of things addressed (or at least mentioned) in this book that fandom has been wondering/worrying/complaining/speculating about:

The leadership void among the Darkspear.  The impact of losing so many soldiers and supplies in the war with the Legion.  What’s been going on in the Undercity while Sylvanas is away doing Warchief stuff.  The fact that none of the Horde leaders have families.  The reaction of the Cenarion Circle to their losses in Silithus.  The unpopularity of Gallywix among his own people.  The confusion and cross-faction misunderstandings about the disastrous battle of the Broken Shore.  The tension and lost trust after Genn Greymane and Admiral Rogers’ shenanigans at the start of Stormheim’s storyline.  Moira’s son not being a baby anymore.  The unresolved issues between Moira and Magni.  Velen’s grief over his son.  The fact that Tess and Mia Greymane exist.  Theramore.  Calia’s claim to the throne of Lordaeron.  The long-lasting impact of the Cataclysm.  The mixed opinions among the Horde about the way the goblins terraformed Azshara.  Kalec and Jaina’s relationship.  Lore from the priest order hall.  And yes, the fact that Anduin needs an heir.

I’m not saying all these things are settled or developed, or handled in ways I necessarily agree with, but it’s good to be reminded that Blizzard hasn’t forgotten about any of these elements.  (Wrathion, on the other hand...  Sigh.  Don’t get me started.  Suffice it to say he’s not even alluded to in the book.  Onyxia does get a passing mention in relation to how her scheming impacted the Wrynns.)

Anyway, moving on to the main theme of the book:  life, death, and all the corpse-gray areas in between.

It was hard to read sometimes because of how raw the emotions were and how hard the questions were that it asked.  I’m not sure that it would have the same impact on someone who has never grieved the death of a loved one, but for me it was quite emotional.  I got misty-eyed in several places.  

I found myself imagining what it would be like to see my much-beloved grandmother (who, by the time she died, was as hunched, emaciated and discolored as any Forsaken, although that’s not how I try to remember her) standing across a field from me.  To be able to speak to her again, tell her how much I love and miss her, to tell her what I’ve been doing in the last fifteen years...yet to see her as a withered, pungent, unnatural husk, to know she’d been denied the rest of the grave...  Faced with that choice, I don’t know how I would react.  I’m glad I never will--for a lot of reasons!

The book never said that Anduin imagined himself facing either of his parents under such circumstances, but I’m sure he must have.  (I mean, not that there was anything left of Varian to turn undead, but hypothetically speaking.)  Anduin’s a very empathetic person, and his own grief over his father was still so raw.  It certainly affected Genn, who I thought was written very well. 

I’ve never been a fan of the Forsaken, because their dark, mean-spirited, nihilistic outlook and the corpse/bone aesthetic don’t appeal to me. (It doesn’t in other contexts, either.  Give me cute jack o’ lanterns and chubby-cheeked ghosts for Halloween decorations, and skip the plastic tombstones and cardboard skeletons, please.)  This book gave a lot of insight into what it would be like to be undead, without the need for sleep, cut off from any living friends/relatives, with a body that’s slowly wearing out without the ability to heal or do physical therapy, knowing that you are repulsive and smelly to others, making the most of second chances while also perhaps yearning for the peace of true death, and being acutely aware of how fragile you really are.  It made the Forsaken more sympathetic and (excuse the pun) fleshed out.

I was also quite pleased to see acknowledgement of Forsaken who aren’t emotionless, gibbering eeeevil.  My lone, seldom-played undead alt, a lowbie priest, is that kind of a character:  holding onto the Light even though it now is painful to use, and refusing to stoop to being a monster just because she’s a walking corpse.  That wasn’t a viewpoint that was really highlighted in canon before.  (Of course, that means my little priest would be out there on the Arathi plain with a bunch of black arrows sticking out of her right now, so...)

I was disappointed that the book never mentioned Anduin bringing Elsie’s body back to Stormwind to bury beside Wyll.  I’m going to assume he did, because geez.

I still don’t know where they’re going with the new Light-infused variety of undead, but we’re not really supposed to.  It’s just a teaser and cliffhanger.  There’s a lot of story potential, anyway.  We’ll see.  I’m glad they didn’t remove Calia from the story completely, at least.

Speaking of cliffhangers, if that adorable gnome/goblin couple didn’t survive, I’m going to be majorly bummed out.  It was also interesting to know that goblins and gnomes can get married in canon.  Presumably other cross-species relationships can be made legal, too.

Anyone who’s emotionally invested in the Menethil dynasty has sure had a rollercoaster of ups and downs lately.  Yay, Calia’s finally in game!  Noooo, she’s not interested in claiming her throne!  Yay, she’s interested after all!  Nooooo, she’s dead!  Yay, she’s...undead?  And she's totally cool with the idea that Lordaeron belongs to the Forsaken?  (Which, I mean, it does, but it’s surprising to have her think that.  So many forum threads about this stuff suddenly became obsolete...)  And there’s a slim chance that her daughter is either undead or still alive out there somehow?  WHAAAAAAT? 

Oh yeah, she secretly got married to a footman, had a kid, escaped the Scourge, lived in Southshore for years under an assumed identity, and then presumably lost her husband and daughter when the town got Blighted (yet she’s okay with the Forsaken???), but we didn’t see the bodies so heaven only knows what plot twist could come of that.  

On one hand (the Watsonian one) it’s a tragic, awful thing for her to have gone through and I felt really bad for her.  On the other hand (the Doylist one), did she really need more tragic, awful backstory?  No.  No, she really did not.  It seemed like overkill, which makes me suspect they’re seeding a plot thread for the future.  Meh.  Hey, if she lived in Southshore, did she know the Rogers family?  Would Admiral Catherine Rogers recognize her as whatever her fake identity was?

On a related note, you’ve got Anduin who in the past was always like, “OMG noooo don’t compare me to Arthas!” and now is like, “Okay, Calia, I’m officially adopting you as my new big sister.”  Oh, the irony...

I should address the rainbow-striped elephant in the room:  There is no LGBTQIA+ representation in the book.  Anduin is specifically mentioned as having been attracted to the female dwarf Aerin, and he expects to fall in love with a woman someday.  Personally, I‘ve headcanoned him as bi, perhaps leaning a bit ace, while always expecting Blizz to have him marry a woman.  I do sympathize with those who had hoped that he might be canonically gay, and I strongly agree that Warcraft badly needs more representation in that regard.  In this book alone, it would have been so easy to have that blacksmith bringing a helmet as a gift to his long-lost Forsaken husband instead of friend.  But we also need a major Warcraft character to be unequivocally LGBT.  It’s way, way past time.  Get on it, Blizzard.

[Edited to add:  I almost forgot, another kind of representation I wish they had explored was that of physical disability.  As convenient as Anduin’s Magic Lie-and-Bad-Idea-Detecting Bones are, why couldn’t he have had some negative lasting effects of being crushed by the Divine Bell?  Chronic aches, maybe a limp at least?  Loss of a limb, even?  There is a narrative to be explored there, and as someone with a close family member who suffers from chronic pain and limited mobility it would be refreshing to see that kind of thing addressed.]

Moving on, I’ve never cared for Valeera Sanguinar that much, but I did like how she’s set up as Anduin’s super secret spy.  I wonder if she gets to wear pants now.

Big ol’ meanie Sylvanas made Baine and Anduin stop being pen pals.  *pout*  I loved how Magni called her “lassie,” though.  That takes balls of diamond, to be sure...

Speaking of the banshee queen, I tried very hard to read between the lines to see what their long-term plans are for her.  Just because the last line of the book is Anduin proclaiming that she’s beyond saving, that doesn’t mean they aren’t going to try to pull off some kind of redemption arc.  If anything it just draws our attention to the question.  

Is Anduin right?  A big part of his plot arc lately is how he’s finding his way, making mistakes and learning from them.  Could he be wrong about Sylvanas?  He saw potential for good in Garrosh that never developed, so it’s not impossible that he could find compassion for Sylvanas someday...if she shows remorse and a desire to change.  And that’s an “if” bigger than the sword sticking out of Silithus.

I didn’t see any signs of her wrestling with her conscience.  If anything, the emphasis on how some Forsaken do still have feelings (besides hatred, bitterness, and anger) condemned her all the more by comparison.  Yet she does regret Vol’jin’s death, and she did respect him.  And her feelings were definitely hurt by her sisters’ responses to her, and you have to have feelings to have them be hurt.  But her lack of remorse for any of the vicious, heartless things she does, combined with her new penchant for killing her own people, doesn’t bode well for her to have a change of heart any time soon.

I also kept a close eye on Nathanos.  In his short story they made a point of saying that his senses were sharper with his new body, and that he felt a pang of regret for the first time since his death.  That could simply be an indication of his renewed state, or it could be a tiny sliver of foreshadowing that he’s not 100% on board with Sylvanas’ plotting.  Then again, that was set before Legion, and he spent all of Stormheim frantically trying to find her, and worrying about her, and just generally not being remotely subtle about how much he cares for her.  Heh.  Then again, he can care about her (in whatever way the undead feel such bonds, that is) and still think she’s going too far with her ideas about the valkyr, raising more Forsaken, keeping them up and functioning indefinitely without the release of true death, etc.  Interesting potential for conflict there, as well.

I don’t know that I even want to see a Sylvanas redemption arc, but it’s fun to try guessing what Blizzard has planned.  And such a plot twist would alleviate some of the “Didn’t we just do this same ‘overthrow a bad warchief’ plot with Garrosh?” syndrome, and allow them to keep around one of the franchise’s most recognizable characters.

I was also relieved to find no evidence that Anduin is being corrupted by the Old Gods, Azerite, or anything else.  He’s true to himself and the Light, as always.  I appreciate characters who stubbornly insist that there is good in (almost) everyone, despite living in a world that does its best to beat that optimism out of them.  It’s not blind idealism or naivete; it’s faith and its own kind of strength.

Sylvanas and Anduin are fascinating foils for each other.  The stark contrast between a young king who is still finding his place and a bitter, scarred, centuries-old queen, someone who comes to understand that death is not always the enemy versus someone who digs in her heels and refuses to accept it, someone who wants his people to be happy versus someone who kills them for not agreeing with her...  It’s intriguing.

Was it the best book ever?  No.  Did I enjoy reading it?  Yes.  Is it absolutely necessary to read in order to understand the story going into the next expansion?  Nah.  Would it have been a lot better with Wrathion in it somehow?  Of course.  ;)

And that’s my two cents.  (Er, well, judging by how long this post got, more like $2.50.)

[rexandechosandwich]

This is fueling my soul

I’m going to keep repeating how much I love this!!! I don’t want this series to end! Boba and reader are canon to me. She stays with him until they’re separated when she thinks he died to the sarlacc…then finds him again when he’s Daimyo, helping kick the Pykes asses, and living happily forever after!!! Okay! I’m that invested 🥲

but it seems to you like he pushes so hard out of a fear of stopping. Like if he slows down, everything will catch up with him.

If you only knew, sweetie… 😭 maybe he’ll open up even more and they’ll learn more about each other. Deepening their feelings! They’re definitely feeling some things for each other! Definitely think it’s love on readers end! The tension is so thick, I swear it’s going to fall off her lips without her realizing!!!

“Don’t look at me like that,” he rumbles finally, leaning over and picking up loose rifle pieces from where they’ve dropped to the floor.

“Like what?”

“Like you’ve gotten away with something.”

I LOVE THEIR DYNAMIC OMG THIS WAS SO ADORABLE!!!! He’s not quite happy about it but he likes her and can’t be too mad!!!! Hehehehe their back and forth is always amazinggggg

A cautious domesticity has settled between the two of you, and you’ve forgotten at times that this is just a temporary agreement; once he’s had enough, he’ll drop you at the nearest spaceport and you can put a deposit on your own ship with the money you’ve made. And then you'll both just continue on with your lives.

Excuse meee, her anxiety will be the death of me! Soo painful! But I love after she’s thinking like this, Boba does something so comforting in his own way that quiets all her fears 🥺🥺

You’re trying not to get too comfortable here - no matter how easily he tolerates your presence on the ship, you’re an interloper first and foremost. You can’t quite believe you just bullied him into breaking his own rule, you muse as you rehydrate a ration pack. You’re pushing it, and as much as you’re trying to greedily take as much of him as you can get in the short time you have, you can’t help but feel a horrible creeping sense of dread whenever you think of parting ways.

Omg 😭😭 girl he’s breaking his rules for you because he wants you just as much! He likes you can’t you see!!! Stop this nonsense 🫠

“Hi,” you whisper.

And the sight fills your chest with light; his face relaxes fractionally. “Hi,” he echoes, sounding vaguely amused.

Okay this was freaking cuuuute!! So adorable!! I was smiling, as giddy as can be! Just reiterates this big, strong, fearsome Mandalorian armor, bounty hunter, a very successful bounty hunter that never lets anyone get close…. LETS HER TAKE OFF HIS HELMET AND HAS THIS CUTEST LITTLE EXCHANGE!!! You cannot convince otherwise - HE IS IN LOVE!!!!

You let yourself stay there just a little longer, memorizing the feeling of his lips lazily pressing to your neck, chest, wherever he can reach. You don’t want to think about it, but a tiny voice at the back of your head is urging you to store this sensation away so that you can remember it when you’re no longer with him. So that when you’re alone again, running and hiding and always watching your back, you can draw on this memory and try to conjure the dream of his face, his voice, the way he smells.

THE ANGST IS KILLING ME! My hearts breaking for reader 😭💔 I don’t want this to end either lol but seriously trying to memorize his features, this feeling, his scent, everything about him so she can have this comfort again when they part ways PLEASE

I neeeeed to know what he’s thinking in the same moment! Maybe he’s memorizing the same about her 🥲🥲🥹

part iii (a rule)

Pairing - Boba Fett x Reader Rating - Explicit 18+ Word Count - 6.9k

A/N -  So, this story has been eating my brain and apparently I can’t stop. Thank you so much for the incredibly kind and encouraging comments; I’m blown away by how lovely everyone is. Please be warned, this instalment contains smut (duh), canon-typical violence, and some slight coercion. See you soon! x

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You’re amazing even yourself with how seriously you’re taking this. No distractions on the job. Not that hard, you think. You’ve never had trouble keeping your focus before. And you’re not tiring now, despite the fact it’s been hours that you’ve been laying flat on the rooftop, eyes trained on the street below, your hands sweaty in your gloves as you keep the dart rifle steady on your shoulder. There’s no sign of either your partner or your target, but you can’t lower the sight for a second in case you miss something and blow the whole job. And you absolutely refuse to blow this job. The sooner the target is secured, the sooner Boba relaxes the ‘no distractions’ rule and you can wrap your thighs around his head again. So, in a roundabout way, you’re impressed with your own level of focus and professionalism, even if the motivation is… questionable.

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[mycasandstarrs]

SPN 8x11: “LARP and the Real Girl”

THEN: Charlie Bradbury. Things with Sam and Amelia officially end. Things between Dean and Benny officially end. The brothers choose each other.

The tree of pain thing.

RIP first victim. Drawn and quartered.

“China Grove” by the Doobie Brothers.

Ah, it’s been weeks.

“I know what you gave up wasn't easy.” What you gave up wasn’t easy either, Dean.

Garth! Sending them another case.

“Yeah, you’ve been Garthed.” hahaha

“Okay, we got to lose the GPS on our phones, because Garth has been tracking us, and other hunters, apparently, to assign cases.”

That’s what Bobby would do. Dean even said so.

Special Agents Taggart and Rosewood.

“FBI? You guys are quick. Haven't even got the body out yet.”

“Well, the FBI is all work…no play.”

Huh, is Dean going off of Sam’s recent attitude?

“Uh, neighbor downstairs said she got woke up in the middle of the night by the sound of horses stomping their feet and galloping. We didn't find any hoof prints. She probably heard a TV or was having a bad dream or she was high as balls.” I love this Sheriff.

haha

Lance Jacobsen.

“We want to know about the, uh – the texts you sent Ed last night.”

“I told them when they brought me in those texts weren't from me.”

“Well, your phone and Ed's phone say otherwise.”

“No, I mean, they were from me, but they weren't from me me.”

That cleared it up.

Greyfox the Mystic (Lance), Thargim the Mystical (Ed), and Moondoor.

“Oh, ye Gods! Thargrim the Difficult has fallen!” He is not taking Ed’s death well.

"Welcome to Moondoor, Michigan's largest LARPing game."

“And I thought we needed to get out more.”

Technically, they are getting out.

Dean’s right, Moondoor does look awesome.

There’s our Queen of Moons.

The tree.

OH JESUS WHAT’S HAPPENING TO HIM

RIP Lance Jacobsen. Greyfox the Mystic has fallen.

“God forbid he was contagious. I'm gonna go dip myself in hand sanitizer.” Not a bad idea at all.

Moondoor looks amazing.

“Excuse me. Hi. Uh, you are a LARPer, yeah?”

“I prefer the term ‘interactive literaturist’.”

“These aren’t fake badges.”

“Uh, yeah, they are, and they're...very good, but, um, well, the I.D. number shifted to 10 digits with, uh, two letters mixed in at the end of the year, and, uh, the seal's from last month. Really good work.”  

Ha, exposed. I’m sure they stopped by Kinko’s after this.

The shot of Charlie taking off her helmet always makes my heart flutter.

Charlie is pissed.

“No, I buried myself. Then Dick Roman went down, his company belly-up, and I figure, ‘Hey, it's all good,’ and I was fine. I got my life back. Now you're here, and if you guys are here, monsters are here. Why do I have such bad luck? What am I – some kind of monster magnet? Is there such a thing as a monster magnet? You know what? Don't answer that. I don't care. What I care about is not getting my other arm broken... or dying.” 

“Greyfox and Thargrim – uh, Ed and Lance – they're not missing. They're dead.”

Charlie’s army has had a string of bad luck. “ A month ago, one of my guys had both her ankles broken before battle. Before that, I had three people have hospital-worthy accidents while at home. You think there's any connection there?”

“You know, if you, uh... move your archers back and your broadswordsmen to the west...”

“Huh. Fight the warriors.”

“Yep.”

!!

“My point, which is usually yours, is that she should get somewhere safe and get back to a normal life.” Oof, never noticed Dean telling Sam that it’s usually Sam’s thing to want people to have a safe, normal life.

“Hey, I am right here, and I want to leave.”

“Thank you.”

“But the queen...she has to stay. I mean, Sam is right. People are dying. That can't happen on my watch. And you know what? I am tired of running. I like my life here. I'm gonna stay and fight for it.”

I love you, Charlie.

Dean and Charlie: “The pornstar?”

“...the poison.”

LMAO

DEAN’S SO EXCITED TO LARP!

“Beware: this is a gateway to the future.”

Maria...aka Gholandria the Wicked.

You look so good Dean!

“You sent Sam a phantom text from his ex? Dick move, sir.”

“Yeah, not my finest hour.”

“So he found some normalcy with this chick, and now it's gone... again. Thanks to you.”

Uh, Sam did choose to not stay with Amelia.

“Yeah, well, now he's more committed than ever, so there's that. But, trust me, this life – you can't afford attachments. You just got to... let go.”

“Are we still talking about Sam, or did you break up with someone, too?”

Charlie kknneewww.

“Now, wait a second. If it wasn't for you, we would have never been able to take down Dick Roman. Out there in the real world, you are a hero.”

What a sweet interaction between Charlie and Dean.

“I'm noticing a lot of these maidens checking you out.”

“What? I can’t shut this down. It’s good to be queen.”

I mean it, Charlie is self esteem goals.

Sam’s got himself a research partner.

“I haven't seen anything like it in my travels throughout the realms, your highness.”

“All right. Well, if you think of anything, come see me in my tent. Anytime.”

OOHHH CHARLIE’S PICKING UP CHICKS. GET IT!!

The Tree of Pain.

Dean even threatens people with fake weapons. 

“First time for everything, right?”

“First time for a lot of things if you want to come find my tent later.”

OH, Sam got himself a date.

“Another time.” Awww no.

Your loss.” I’d say so too.

Charlie’s sent back to safety to find Sam.

“Lead the way to the Orcs, Bolty.”

“Speak when spoken to, handmaiden.”

Uh, r u d e.

Oh boy. Charlie’s been taken.

“Our, uh, pal Boltar the chatty is getting the, uh, Shadow Orc prisoner. We're gonna do a little prisoner exchange, try to draw the king out of hiding. It was my idea.” No it wasn’t, omg.

“I’m just an I.T girl...standing in front of a monster...asking it not to kill her.”

“I just want my old life back!”

“That is all I want, as well.”

Ooh, pretty fairy.

“Now, before we exchange, a few announcements. Um, there is a peewee-league soccer playoff game tomorrow on the alpha field. We don't want to freak out the mundanes, so we got to move the Battle of Kingdoms to the beta field.”  pfft.

“All right. I need real answers. This here is a real gun, see?” Dean, please.

Sam barely flinched, haha.

“Is the queen really in danger?”

“Okay, we got – there was something odd down by the creek. It's this weird tent. It's not one of ours. It's kind of creepy.”

“Why are you being so helpful all of a sudden?”

“Look, I harbor an epic crush on the queen. Maybe you could put in a good word for me when you find her.”

Yeah, that ain’t gonna work out.

“My name is Gilda. I'm from the Hollow Forest of Arkhmoor. I'm a fairy.”

“Man, someone is taking this game way too seriously.” Yeah, that’s pretty much what happened.

“Gilda, my name is Charlie Bradbury, and I am here to rescue you.” Hmm, swoon.

“Why don't you take off, Bolty? We got it from here.”

“A handmaiden and a time traveler rescue the queen? I think not, kind lady.”

Screw off, dude.

Get it!!!!

Boltar. You evil little bastard.

“Well, now what, Gerry?“

“My name is Boltar the Furious!”

Oh, he’s furious all right.

“My plan was, after getting rid of all of my competition, to win the battle tomorrow, convincing the queen that I should be her king.” EW COME ON.

“But then you two idiots showed up, and I was forced to improvise. Rescue the damsel in distress from Orcs, become king, kill you both – that'll work, too.” Oh yeah, kill her friends. That’ll make her like you.

Charlie destroys the book, Horcrux style.

WHAT A MOVE.

“I'm free of the spell. You saved me. The Hollow Forest is forever in your debt. I must return to those green hills now. I will take my former master with me. He must face a fairy tribunal for his sins.”

So he gets to go to Fairy jail?

“Call me...maybe?”

“Smell you later, bitches.” 

“So, what's, uh... what's next? 'Cause no fun, right? Look, before you say anything, I – I – I get it. No amount of fun is gonna help you get over what you gave up. You just, uh... you need time, right?” AWW Dean. 

“Yeah. Thanks. And you're right. Having fun won't help me. It'll help both of us. Shall we?” AWWW SAM.

WOW DEAN REALLY WENT ALL OUT

AND SAM AND HIS LITTLE PONY TAIL.

"This episode is dedicated to the men, women, elves, demigods, magi, druids and chamber pot servants who gave their lives fighting and winning for the Queen of Moons in the Battle of the Kingdoms. Go bravely into the next world, fallen soldiers."

I love this episode.

[atamascolily]

Okay, I know people love to hate on ROTJ, but I, personally, love it and it's my favorite Star Wars movie. Here are some reasons why:

-Luke is a badass throughout the whole movie. Full stop. -Threepio's reactions to pretty much everything at Jabba's palace -R2's nervous whistle in Jabba's throne room -The random light music as the droids enter. Also, Jabba eating frogs. -Han as a decoration. -Subtitles for alien speech. YESS. -I don't like that Oola, the Twi'lek dancer dies--"Oola lives!" fics are an execellent Star Wars AU subgenre--but it's masterful from a storytelling perspective the way her death foreshadows a) what Jabba has in store for Luke with the rancor and b) makes a space for Leia as Jabba's prisoner/establishes Jabba's kink for humanoid female slaves, all without intelligible dialogue.   -Luke in a black cloak. Also full stop. -Luke in black in general, actually. -Not knowing what the hell is going on with the rescue plan or if Luke is actually evil for a while. -"Someone who loves you." BAM. -That little creature outside of Jabba's palace that eats another random creature while the suns sets. -Salacious Crumb - the little monkey-lizard creature - being fascinated by Jabba's wriggling tail.   -The sheer audacity and confidence of confronting Jabba and demanding to get his way in the throne room. -...and right before execution. "Jabba, this is your last chance. Free us-- or die." -R2 serving drinks on the sail barge. -Luke outfacing the Rancor with no weapons. -the sobbing rancor keeper, sobbing over the death of his murder monster -That flip off the gangplank - followed shortly thereafter by the flip (which Yoda trained Luke to in ESB). -Green lightsaber for the win!   -Luke gets shot in his artificial hand, yowling in pain, but keeps going -Leia strangling Jabba with her chains -The way the music swell as we cut from the Tatooine rescue to space -Luke coming back to Yoda after all -Double entendre in "I've got a promise to keep to an old friend". -RD-D2's welding the X-wing while Yoda is dying -The way Luke says "Obi-wan..." when the spectral ghost of his former teacher emerges out of the Dagobah mist -Obi-wan actually explaining something for once -Luke's dogged insistence that there is still good in Vader -General Lando!! -How utterly chill Mon Mothma is -Luke waltzing in right at the most dramatic moment possible to join the strike team -The background music while they're attempting to land the shuttle. -The Endor outfits -The speeder bike chase -OMG REDWOODS, EVERYBODY! -Luke trying hard not to laugh at Han when they are confronted by Ewoks -Luke's calm suggestions to Threepio... and using the Force to convince the Ewoks that Threepio is actually a deity -Leia meeting Wicket and offering him food - and Wicket deciding she's okay, and stabbing that trooper in the leg -Leia picking Wicket up and going off with him! -The contrast between the quiet music as Leia and Wicket vanish into the jungle and the abrupt cut to awesome starfighter music as the Alliance fleet gears up for battle -Ewok tree dwellings -Tiny Ewok babies! -Threepio narrating the story of the previous two movies - with sound effects. -Lando thinking on the spot and not giving up when the situation looks hopeless. -"It's a trap!" .. and Ackbar in general. -Callback, but with role reversal! "I love you." "I know." (!!!) -R2 getting the call to open the door and moving fast; Threepio's utter bewilderment -that poignant scene where a dying Ewok mourns a friend -all the creative ways the Ewoks have to kill people -How many times our heroes get in and out of that bunker -Luke's utter calm when confronting Vader on Endor -That awkward elevator scene on the Death Star -"Soon I'll be dead, and you with me." Cold, son! -Luke hiding under the catwalk, unwilling to fight Vader -Luke's rage when Vader taunts him about Leia -Luke chopping off Vader's artificial hand and looking down at his own. -Luke tossing away his lightsaber. -"You've failed, your highness. I am a Jedi, like my father before me." "So be it." -Luke being right about the good in Vader -Luke carrying his father's body to the shuttle. -Han's utter confusion about Luke and Leia's relationship -Poignant death scene/redemption -The solo funeral pyre burning the armor -everybody dancing with the Ewoks -Ewoks banging on stormtrooper helmets -Luke on the edge, before Leia draws him back in -The trio of Force ghosts smiling at Luke!!

...so, pretty much the entire movie.

Everyone likes to hate on the Ewoks, but when I was a kid, I thought they were AWESOME because they lived in trees and had their own society and gave zero fucks, and I wanted to do that. Also, they are the ultimate definition of "looks like a cinnamon roll, but will totally kill you" meme, as the subsequent battle proves.

Basically, the Rebellion won the day because the Empire didn't think a bunch of non-human "primitives" could possibly beat them or be worth engaging as allies... and Leia decided to be kind to them and get them on her side (and feed them ration bars she had in her pocket) and won the battle as a direct result of their aid.

So just as Luke's mercy ultimately redeems Vader - a personal triumph - it's Leia's kindness that ultimately wins the war and the larger picture. And I love that.

Also, while I am super uncomfortable with some of the dynamics and Unfortunate Implications in this movie, especially around Leia, Lando and the Ewoks, most of those went over my head as a kid and I still love this movie despite its flaws. Looking forward to re-watching it again as "fic research".  

[c-e-d-dreamer]

Omg could you do a sequel to that car accident fic of neil and andrew? that was written so beautifully!!!!!!!!!!

Ask and you shall receive anons! Also I hope when you both said “part 2″, you meant “Andrew’s POV” because that’s what this is. Enjoy! :) 

PART ONE

Every muscle in Andrew’s body aches. His leg muscles are knotted and tight, and his racquet feels like lead in his hands, his fingers screaming in agony when he tightens his grip. He rolls his shoulders to try and displace some of the invisible weight digging into the tissue there and looks up just in time to see Neil bounding over towards him. Even through the cage of his helmet, Andrew can see the wide smile plastered across the striker’s face. 

“We did it! We fucking did it!” 

Andrew glances up at the score board hanging above the court, the bright red 12 and 11 glaring back at him. When he brings his eyes back down, Neil is standing in front of him. The striker’s cheeks are tinged pink from exertion and a few strands of his bangs are plastered to his forehead, but his eyes are bright and his grin is wide. 

“I don’t know how you saved that last shot, but I think it might have been the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” 

Andrew rolls his eyes and pushes past Neil, but the striker merely turns on his heel and falls into step alongside him. 

Once they shake hands with the Nighthawks, both teams file off the court. Martin and Avery drew the short draws for press duty, so Andrew and Neil head straight for the locker room. Neil seems content to chatter away about the game with O’Brien, so Andrew heads to the showers. The pounding, hot water uncurls his muscles, and the steam is soothing as it swirls around him. He stands under the spray for a while, letting the game stress wash away and run down the drain. 

Neil still isn’t done by the time he dries off and dresses, so Andrew leans up against the lockers to wait. He can feel his muscles melting away into relaxation before the sound of shuffling feet jar him back to reality. 

“Ready?” Neil asks. 

Andrew hefts his team duffel over his shoulder and leads the way out of the stadium. Neil keeps pace beside him, and when they arrive at the maserati, he stops instead of walking around to the other side of the car. 

“I can drive,” Neil offers. 

Andrew stares at him for a moment before turning and clambering into the passenger seat. 

It takes forever to get out of the stadium parking lot, and by then, Andrew’s whole body feels heavy with fatigue. His lungs seem to be protesting the effort to breathe, and even blinking begins to feel like a chore. He glances over at Neil, who is tapping away an unknown tune on the steering wheel as they crawl along the road, and makes a decision. He slouches further down in his seat and curls his arm up against the window, using the crook of his elbow as a pillow. Once he allows his eyes to fall shut, the world of sleep takes him firmly in her grasp. 

Andrew wakes with a jerk, the sound of tires squealing across asphalt ringing in his ears. His head snaps to the left just in time to see the blinding headlights bleeding in through the window. Before his mind can even process what is happening, his senses are blown out. The sound of scraping and crunching metal is overwhelming, carving an unforgiving memory into his mind. He can do nothing but watch in horror as Neil’s body jerks with the impact, body thrown like a rag-doll into the airbag. Shattered glass rains in all around them as the car tumbles down the road. The silent stillness that follows is sickening. 

Andrew’s nerve endings feel like they’re on fire, and tiny cuts from the glass mar his knuckles. He can feel blood trickling down his temple, and he lifts shaking fingers to where he can feel a cut above his eye. His right arm is a flare of shooting pain from where it slammed into the door, but he ignore it to tear off his seatbelt. 

Andrew reaches across the console and gives Neil’s shoulder a firm squeeze. 

“Neil.”

When he doesn’t get a response, Andrew says Neil’s name louder, but the striker continues to lay there unmoving. The blood from Neil’s split lip stands out hauntingly against his skin, and the thought of other hidden injuries sets Andrew’s nerves on edge. Andrew refuses to acknowledge the way his heart seems to jump up to lodge in his throat and squeeze the air from his lungs. Instead, he presses shaking fingers to Neil’s neck and swallows down the relief that rushes through him at the familiar flutter he feels there. 

“Neil,” Andrew says again, trying and failing to keep everything out of his tone. 

“Sir, are you alright?” 

Andrew whips his head around to see a paramedic has wrenched his door open and is looking at him expectantly. 

“Don’t worry about me. Help him,” he grits out in response. 

The paramedic must be able to see something on his face because she stumbles back and heads around the car to the driver’s side. Andrew waits until they cut the door away and are getting Neil out before he pulls himself out of the car. His feet hit the asphalt just in time to see another pair of paramedics helping the other driver out of his mangled car. Something about seeing the other driver stumbling but otherwise fine sets fire alight in Andrew’s veins. Every part of his body flares with anger, and his feet carry him easily towards the other car. The other driver’s eyes are wild as his eyes dart back and forth between the two paramedics holding his weight, and his words come out hysterical.  

“He- he drifted lanes… I honked my horn and he just… he just turned the car. Why did he turn the car?” 

Andrew’s steps stutter to a halt as the words register in his mind. It takes him a moment for them to click, to truly understand their meaning and implication, but then he’s turning on his heel. The world seems blurry and out of focus, and his legs feel heavy, but it only takes a few strides for him to catch up to the stretcher Neil is strapped to. 

“Neil, wake up,” Andrew says, keeping pace as Neil is wheeled towards an awaiting ambulance. “Wake up, idiot, because when you do, I’m going to fucking kill you.” 

One of the paramedics shoots him an incredulous look as Neil is loaded into the ambulance, and then the paramedic from before is back in Andrew’s line of sight. 

“Will you be riding along?” she asks. 

Andrew doesn’t bother responding, just climbs up into the ambulance and watches as they hook up different machines and tubes to Neil. 

The siren blares overhead and the heart monitor they hooked up to Neil beeps steadily, but Andrew’s ears feel like they’re full of cotton, a constant ringing digging its claws in. The paleness of Neil’s face sets his blood curdling. His fists clench of their own accord, and he steadfastly ignores the pain of the pulled skin there. He’s not sure if that itch prickling across his skin is for a cigarette or for his knives. Or maybe it’s the need to strangle Neil for being an idiot and a martyr again. But Andrew can’t do any of those things. All he can do is sit uselessly and helplessly in the back of an ambulance as it speeds down the road. He hates it. 

PART THREE / PART FOUR

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