#pingou reviews

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André/Haydé et André/Albert !!! Juste.... C'est ma révélation à moi. André est roi et éternel. 🥰

Le Comte de Monte Cristo c''est mon Dumas préféré. Est-ce une adaptation fidèle? Pas vraiment. Est-ce la MEILLEURE adaptation filmique pour moi ? Absolument.

J'ai apprécié tous les partis pris, y compris les personnages manquants, les amalgames, le côté Batman, cape et d'épées et blockbuster Hollywoodien.

Les décors, les costumes, les motivations et les dialogues.

Oui c'est français mais ça a de la gueule. On ne sent pas le temps passer.

Allez-y !

allez voir le comte de monte cristo bordel

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Pingou watches Kenobi series (and relates)

A single day in and Tumblr has gone feral on this series. Everything I can think of has already been said.

I loved these first two episodes, even if it won't have the same complexity and visual quality you'd expect from a full-scripted movie of old. It's trapped by its shaky timeline anyway.

THAT BEING SAID, I've always loved the prequels unapologetically, Episode II being my favorite before Rogue One came, with Episode VI as third.

Obi Wan Kenobi might be my favorite character ever and I have had a crush on Ewan McGregor before I knew he had played him too, in the prequels.

You can imagine my delight when AT LAST I saw him reprise the part. I'm not too harsh on the plot because of it, I'm sure... I fully cried at so many references and Easter eggs. Every time I caught a prequel actor, or Alderaan.

The effects are a bit cheap and the people not aged enough but it really does feel like we're visually looking at stuff stuck between the old republic and the Empire.

In some ways I've always felt that the original six Episodes were about Obi-Wan Kenobi's joy and failure too: Vader was his greatest torment and Luke his chance at redemption.

So far, this series doesn't disappoint (it helps that, like me, scenarists probably have consumed novels and comics from the old expended universe, right? 😚) So much Obikin feels too...

However, I don't get people saying 10 y-o Leia Organa's too precocious, that's it's the Force or Padmé's heritage or Anakin's or whatever.

I *was* that sassy, and bossy yet downright intuitive about people. (And I had great fashion sense as well, but for other people, rarely me).

From I read of her, Carrie Fisher was too, from a very young age and she'd love this portrayal, no doubt.

However, except personality-wise, I had to do without the princess status, or hair. But I was more my dad's daughter while my mom was more strict, and most of all, I had a quiet bachelor uncle who'd struggled but would follow me unto danger and keep my reckless head safe from harm.

Didn't think I'd grow up to be Ben Kenobi instead, though.

Can't wait to see the rest of it!

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Wait, what ? OMG I just... I have to process that okay ?

I’m not even sure how I feel about it. I’m fairly Tobiased on Outlander but... I’m not ready to see two of my favorite shows merging like this.

I’m not ready, I have extreme respect for the real Duke of Edinburgh aka PRINCE Philip (and beware, he’s a Royal Highness but never a king... he’s the Queen’s husband and consort).

Matt Smith was hard enough to reconcile over (more for the inconsistent script than his engaging portrayal) yet I ultimately breathed for the Philip x Lilibeth moments, scarce as they were.

I don’t want to picture Frank in his place or hear Black Jack Randall whenever an older Sea Duke gets angry, however good and varied Tobias Menzies’ acting is. I first saw him as Mr Elliott in the Persuasion TV adaptation with Sally Hawkins. Then after Outlander every time I watch it’s Frank.

Time will tell.

Hi Der. Have you heard Tobias is playing King Philip on The Crown?

I saw that! Really good casting choice, imo. I may hate on his OL characters, but he’s a great actor and as a fan of The Crown, I’m looking forward to next season.

For real though, I can totally see it.

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Pingou watched Solo: a SW story — spoiler free.

I know, after my first upsetting viewing of The Last Jedi, I’d sworn I’d wait for the Kenobi anthology movie.

A second viewing of TLJ softened the blow a bit — even if I very much ignore Luke’s storyline — because mutuals like @oh-nostalgiaa helped me see things I’ve missed. Well, mutuals and my mother... she’d resisted the SW franchise for decades, but she gave the novelizations a chance when I begged her to two years ago. Then she watched all the movies except Rogue One because she didn’t want to see me sob AGAIN, Alexander Freed would have to suffice.

Point being, there are no limits for her motherly love and passion for family sagas, including the Skywalkers’, and by extension, the rest of the clique from a far far away galaxy.

Thus, on this fine Saturday afternoon, she brought me to the cinema that is a few paces away from her house, and to hell with my circumspection. I’d followed the struggles of the production of Solo on Tumblr but she paid for my ticket and I had nothing else to do.

Again it was a Saturday afternoon but including the two of us, there were only five people in there... quite depressing.

Now about the movie (and I’d read positive and negative criticism beforehand) it was... very long.

Don’t get me wrong the main actors did their best (sometimes mannerisms were spot on) but the scenario was messy. Too much left unexplained, vague or cliched. What of the chronology? The people’s motives besides Han and Q’ira? What is the point of introducing new characters to loose them so soon? Lando was convincing and a young Han worked within the context. But I thought it should have focused a lot more on his unique relationship with Chewie!

I was bored and fact unusual for me, I didn’t laugh once, and even though I’d raged when I first saw TLJ, it made me giggle a few times. Here I missed the humor, sometimes I managed a smile but nothing more. I refuse to compare this anthology movie with Rogue One, because of the tone of this life altering masterpiece. It would be injust.

For me Solo is not a bad movie, it could have been entertaining but, perhaps due to hazardous production, it’s not good either: the Kessel run and Lando and his capes I will recall but the rest I will have forgotten tomorrow.

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The only surprise of my second TLJ viewing (No spoiler)

Apart from BB8 which I loved the second he appeared, back when I first saw TFA in theaters...

I wasn’t invested in the sequel trilogy, let alone any shipping: saw potential of various combinations but didn’t care enough for the new characters to pair them with each other at all.

If I had to pick, I would have said Finn had a crush on Rey (and Poe?)... Poe has a crush on Finn and Kylo is obsessed with Rey.

TLJ changed that : the great surprise wasn’t Finn/Rose, it was DAMEREY.

Why the hell my second viewing made me ship Poe and Rey all of sudden ?

He was supposed to be somewhat in love with Finn, even Oscar Isaac says so (Kelly Marie Tran ships it too), I would be okay with Stormpilot. As for Rey... we got Reylo pushed down our throats, even if I have no particular thoughts about it.

So why does a mere encounter makes me want to write and draw and ship the hell of two characters I logically never even thought of pairing off before ?

I blame BB8, after all they share the custody and love and loyalty of this droid...

Someone help.

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(Almost) one year ago I saw Rogue One and it changed my life.

Since @jenniferjuni-per loves to hear stories of the first viewing, here’s mine:

(Beware it’s a long post)

I remember clearly too, I was in a dark place, physically, mentally… it wasn’t good.

My parents had called me back to them, fed me, kept me warm, tried to cheer me up. It was mildly successful. They’d seen some ad about a Star Wars movie, knew I was into it, so they’ve arranged for one of my (very busy) best friends to take me so we could see it together like we’ve done TFA a year prior. She is a sucker for OT, found the prequels disappointing but liked TFA a good deal.

It was January 7th — my lucky number — and I had no expectations. She teased me about the female protagonist being named after Joan of Arc, as I am, and I explained to her that Felicity Jones was Catherine Morland from Northanger Abbey and Diego Luna was the guy from Dirty Dancing Havana Nights.

Soon as I got sucked into the story, she got a bit bored even if each quip from K2SO had her cackling (she said he was my inner voice).

Then… the Saw/Jyn confrontation. You see, I have a Saw in my life, that I got estranged from mere weeks before. It rang so true from both sides it was painful. I sobbed while she patted my back, commiserating.

Tarkin on screen, she grinned while I cringed. We were both convinced Chirrut and Baze were married, only Disney couldn’t show that. We were overjoyed by the Bail Organa and Mon Mothma cameos. We’ve remarked upon the lack of personal space between Cassian and Jyn. The Vader scene on Mustafar had me confused at first (the bacta tank wasn’t linked to Anakin for me) but I think it was her favorite. She whispered “You were my brother Anakin, I loved you” while Vader choked Krennic and I snorted.

Against all odds, I wanted the team to succeed and be alive, she knew by that point all would die.

Scarif happened. I was devastated, she was glad to have guessed right. The elevator scene was like a slap in the face, I knew I’d ship Jyn and Cassian from now on. She found the beach scene aesthetically pretty. It gutted me out and I cried for the second time. Second Vader scene had us gripping each other. We saw Carrie Fisher, we’ve held hands because she had just passed away a few days before and said something like miss you, rest in peace.

Leaving, she said it was a good movie, but forgettable, she didn’t even memorize the names of the characters. I wanted a Kaytoo plushie I didn’t find, got in the car, and launched AO3 on my phone, I remember seeing around fifty RebelCaptain stories. Then she said:

Rogue One it’s Saving Private Ryan in space… except there’s a white woman — basically Joan of Arc — various representatives of Asian people and a Latino, oh and of course, there’s Darth Vader too.

Me: … That’s the truth, from a certain view.

She’d smirked because I quoted Kenobi, but internally I was like: ‘Scuse me but I need to cry a bit about cynical friends and the lack of recognition Rogue One has just suffered from.

I’m one with the Force and the Force is with me…

And yet, here I still am, cosy among my fandom fam, I feel better thanks to this movie and the people I met through it, so… thank you !

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That awkward moment when...

Beloved Fandom fam, I regret to inform you that due to a personal world shifting discovery that as nothing to do with RebelCaptain for once, my Tumblr sister @moonprincess92nz is to blame for my almost heart attack.

The X Files is certainly my first effective fandom and Mulder and Scully my first OTP.

My mother let me watch TXF at 7 or 8 years old because I kept watching against her — rightful — interdiction. She figured we could watch together so she’d explain a few things over the five years we’d watched it on French TV:

How nothing was real, however much scary it appeared to my tiny penguin self.

How even for her, the most verbose grown up I knew, the vocabulary used was confusing as hell to not scientists.

How yes, even if she was smoking, the CSM was creepier than she ever would be and that a good reason for me not to smoke at all.

How she was basically Mulder except she believed in God like Scully and NO, I couldn’t have my hair dyed red for my tenth birthday.

How, yes, William is Mulder and Scully’s so they did more than kissing and she is not ready to explain that part. (Turns out it fell on my father a bit later, in all his military crassness. I’ll never forget that talk...)

How Doggett was a fine man, yes he’s quiet and chivalrous and he loves dogs and it would be okay for me to marry someone like him someday. But a military wife (firefighter, cop, marine, FBI agent) is hard to be, must keep that in mind.

How Mulder could abandon Scully and William and still love them very much, while Scully giving away her son is heartbreaking but she’s still being a good mom. No she couldn’t do the same with me, even as a penguin. But she’s tempted to!

Here are just a few examples of the things I’ve learned from the show thanks to my mother. Seriously she’s a Saint. And then, @moonprincess92nz posted her hilarious reaction videos of The X Files season 11, and I... popped a vessel ?

I knew I should’ve waited for the proper French airing or the DVD at the very least. Yet I didn’t and I’m far too old to ask for my mother’s wise counsel, but the watching and spoilers on Tumblr destroyed me. Two decades and I learned nothing of caution (I feel like Jon Snow).

Jackson Van DeKamp? WTF? Sunglasses and scarf won’t save me.

If you ever hear of my demise, don’t blame my Tumblr sis for her Penguinicide...

Blame Chris Carter. Thank goodness he won’t direct the next Star Wars movie!

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Pingou watched the LAST JEDI — spoiler free.

Star Wars fandom, I’ve seen the last movie.

I love BB8 to death, wanna have an ice dog.

Now I’m gonna curl into a penguin ball and cry.

From now on, I’ll consider my adventure stopped with Rogue One. The only exception I might make is if they cast Ewan McGregor for the Kenobi spinoff.

Fans of/from the new trilogy, may the Force be with you, always.

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Pingou watched Dirty Dancing Havana Nights AGAIN

You all know this movie. Its trash quality, its sick soundtrack… This is Emma Woodhouse and Cassian Andor dancing together. More like doing sex moves in Puerto Rico while Patrick Swayze does his brief cameo.

But for me, it was suddenly back to 2004. Lord I was so enraptured with this movie for like, two months of my fourteen year old life. It’s when I learned Diego Luna’s name. I had to ask for the CD for my birthday and I may have had the most emblematic songs on my iPod since then (e.g. Represent, Cuba). I’d forgotten the rest of the movie though, and I’d been quite happy to.

I was wrong.

I put this in English more than a decade after seeing it for the last time. And I was in for the ride, how much trashy as it got through my adult eyes… I recall actually writing a fanfic when a bearded Javier met Katey again. This got thankfully lost, but I guess the maturation of Diego answered that pre-teen fantasy.

The minute I heard Diego snap “I speak English” with his accent… I was like: This is young Tenoch, this is Gabriel, this is Cassian, I can’t… I can’t deal. I paused in all the worst moments — and there were quite a few — and squealed, happy I was a responsible woman of 27 and nobody was here to witness such gross and senseless fangirling.

I said on my first Diego Luna Spiral I wouldn’t be gushing. Well I had not considered my once teenage hormones and my thirst for Cuban music.

You can consider your mission accomplished @runakvaed I’m not even sorry.

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Pingou finally watched Solo Quiero Caminar

I had to get it from uncharted ways, it was actually a former rented DVD, so the Spanish track didn’t work. I was so disappointed about that, a French voice too well-known for Diego Luna? I couldn’t have the DL Spiral Experience ™.

I understand why you people wanted me to watch it — and I speak of the fandom in general, I’m not talking about @runakvaed and @ruby-red-inky-blue... Not at all. Of course not. Never think that. Why would you?

You just wanted this tender-hearted tiny penguin to SUFFER. 

You’re not as kind as I thought and however much interesting this movie is (I loved Victoria Abril, as always) I feel betrayed. By you and by myself.

I knew it would be hard — and no, it is not a pun — but the intensity of it left me reeling anyway. Of course I liked the chemistry between Gabriel and Aurora, because it went off the charts. I found too many cock references when the movie was pretty boring half the time... but why all the death?!

Rogue One was bad enough already... YTMT too... and I already know Dirty Dancing Havana Nights is not rainbows and sunshine either, for all it’s trashiness... 

Can’t I have a Diego Luna movie that’s fluffy and not bittersweet in any way?

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Pingou finally watched Y tù Mama También

Okay, I had my first evening alone since forever in my new igloo. Nothing is quite sorted yet, but I had the DVD, and the player, with Rogue One still in, just in case…

I watched in Spanish (with English subtitles), because I haven’t heard proper Spanish for seven years and I wanted… well, I wanted the experience, Diego style, Spanish and English underneath. Yes, I’m geeky like that.

I wasn’t grossed out, I wasn’t quite as… enthusiastic as I thought I would be, but for all its weird sequences, it was a damn good movie.

The actors were all terrific, but of course anyone watching would know that. I actually enjoyed the direction, the voice overs especially, I only knew Alfonso Cuaron through HP3, which is my favorite movie from the franchise, and here I recognized his unique tone, so to speak.

As a side note, since Kes Dameron seems to be fancasted as Gael Garcia Bernal, at least I do, I have a mighty need to write a Dameron/Andor road trip. Only there won’t be any smut:

1/ I can’t write anything more than innuendos, for all my sometimes filthy beak and wicked mind (you know what we say about quiet ones…)

2/ Cassian belongs to Jyn (Rebelcaptain!), same with Kes and Shara, besides, who would play Luisa, Mon Mothma? Nobody wants that! *shudders*

I’m sorry if you expected Diego gushing, it’s not my way, I gave my heart to Ewan McGregor as a 10 years old watching him sing his heart out to Nicole Kidman, and there’s no going back for me…

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My very French thoughts on Beauty and the Beast 2017

I won’t ramble on a meters-long post, even though I could, because like most bookish girls of the nineties, I became obsessed with the tale of Beauty and the Beast… except I’ve always felt much closer to the Beast than Belle.

I’m weird like that, I know.

Here are some thoughts on the film that I looked forward to, and only partially filled the bill.

• Cast was good… but.

Dan Stevens was outstanding, not only as a Beast, but as a Prince too, particularly BEFORE his curse (and yes, I liked evermore and his growl at the end, I’m not made of stone). Ewan McGregor nailed his part, as always. I’ve yet to watch a movie of his without gross fangirling… Seeing Ian McKellen as his famous clock counterpart was refreshing and well thought of. Emma T was a good, but I thought she was underused, she is a very talented woman, so I expected more. Plumette was absolutely beautiful in human form, and it was very nice seeing the interracial pairing she made with Lumière. Same goes with Madame de Garderobe and Maestro Cadenza.

But Emma Watson… she completely let me down. She looked too much like Hermione (and I’m speaking about more than her looks of course, she didn’t try to do something different from what she did before, the same mimicking we saw a hundred times), she tried to force her own personal view of feminism into Belle, and it was slightly annoying to watch, as it came OOC at times. Belle was willing to take her father’s sacrifice, trying to escape at once isn’t brave at all, it’s her coming back on her word. Major Flaw! The deepening of her character was fine, but I didn’t like her voice much.

• Gaston/Lefou/Stanley

Luke Evans as Gaston was the real surprise for me. He robbed every scene he was in, he sang great, and his take on the “villain role” was creepy and far more complicated than the original version (the mob song is the perfect example). He was wonderful.

Lefou is gay, fine. I’m just happy he is not stupid in this version and that he got an happily ever after… with Stanley — or French Gaston from the musical! I saw his Gaston in live at the Mogador theatre, and apart from the woman who sang Belle, he’s the only one who left me a lasting impression (no to dismiss the rest of the cast, I liked their performance very much). It’s just that I fell in love with Alexis Loizon’s over the top acting and his manly voice. I recognized him at once and I liked the idea of Stanley.

• The Timeline

Even though this version covers major plot holes, like the prince’s age and the effect “time stopped and people forgot” (among other things) I’m really bothered by the Plague thing. I get this makes a nice scene, that Beast and Belle are bonding on being motherless, and that it permits her to come to terms with what happened to her parents. But, come on, the Plague didn’t rage in Paris in the Eighteenth century. I cringed at that mistake and I wasn’t the only one. Her mother could have died from any other disease, without compromising timeline accuracy!

• Vive la France! (Shakespeare, The prince that-shall-not-be-named…)

I know the Cast is mainly British, I understand Shakespeare is an world-wide known author, but the plot is meant to be set in France, in what seems to be the baroque area, was that too hard to mention French culture a bit more? I guess the romance of Lancelot and Guenievre fills the bill, the Arthurian cycle does have French sources too.

My last nitpicking isn’t about the movie per se, more about the BatB fandom in general… The name of Prince “Adam” for the Beast bothers me: French royals and nobles are named Louis, Henri, Ferdinand, Charles, or Victor-Emmanuel… There’s even a Gaston d'Orléans, mind you. ;-) Anyway, no French prince has ever been called Adam, even among the descendants of European royalty nowadays. I know it’s become the Beast’s human name in fandom, but the original movie in 91 didn’t specify a name in its end credits, only calling him the Prince, so he could be named Rumple (you know I’m not the only one thinking about it) and it wouldn’t be less canon.

Feel welcome to confirm or infirm this, it’s just my opinion!

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A car, two cops and a stardust — a RebelCaptain road trip fic 

by @pingou7 pingou  for @thestarbirdfromtheashes Starbird

(aka the Road trip fic Diego Luna’s filmography made me write)

Notes : I blame the RebelCaptain fandom (especially you, @runakvaed) as well as Diego Luna's movies and his brotherhood with Gael Garcia Bernal, let that be said. This is based on a prompt given by @thestarbirdfromtheashes, so I dedicate this story to her.

Read and enjoy, and please consider leaving me a few words.

Summary:

As the dusty roads criss under Kes Dameron's old car, Cassian Andor lets the wind mess with his hair through the open window. Dust, sunshine, laughter, its easy to recapture the taste of days long gone.

(...)

At a gas station near Corpus Chirsti, when they climb back after taking a piss, both jump out of their skins as a random brunette, eyes thunderous, hisses dangerously from the backseat :

"Just pretend I'm not here."

More on AO3  (or under the cut)

Part 1

As the dusty roads criss under Kes Dameron's old car, Cassian Andor lets the wind mess with his hair through the open window. Dust, sunshine, laughter, its easy to recapture the taste of days long gone.

Kes is singing slightly out of tune "Quiero qué me quieras", his fingers tapping the stirring wheel rhythmically and it's easy to forget the decade and half that has passed since their first road trip, freshly eighteen in the mountains of Mexico. Only there's less cigarettes and better booze — if quite the same amount of junk food.

Shara didn't want to go with them, so they were told to have their Buddy time, since she couldn't handle them getting all cranky and shit, her son being enough already. So Cassian handed his life's keys to Kay, and both kissed her goodbye before they hit the road.

At a gas station near Corpus Chirsti, when they climb back after taking a piss, both jump out of their skins as a random brunette, eyes thunderous, hisses dangerously from the backseat :

"Just pretend I'm not here."

She is dirty, has a split lip that is still oozing blood, but her green eyes are burning with the wilderness of desperation. Kes frowns, but before the guys can say anything, people pass in front of them — three men who have a few nasty bruises on their faces, one with a baseball bat, a female cashier and a cop — and inside she has crouched down between the seats.

The group looks like they're going out for blood — hers perhaps — so when Cassian signals silently to Kes to start the car and get out of here, he does.

Several minutes pass in silence, until Cassian tells the intruder that the coast is clear. Kes tells her to put on the seatbelt or get out (fatherhood made him a bit stricter on security rules) and they hear the telling click in return. Outside the world is still moving but you could cut the air with a knife, until Cassian feels more than she hears her exhaling her thanks. Eventually curiosity gets the best of Dameron, and he addresses the stranger as the car goes on the highway up to San Diego as if she didn't disrupt their plan:

"Even if you're not highjacking our car and just want to hide from law, you might have chosen a better one."

No acknowledgement from the backseat at all, but he sees her looking at them from the review mirror, so Cassian elaborates, much to his brother's amusement:

"For starters, the thing is a shit, Dameron here is only keeping it running for sentimental value. Also, his wife kept the proper car."

"You're the one to talk, you left your decrepit convertible under Kay's custody," Kes grumbles.

"I didn't have much choice," the woman snaps guardedly, their usual banter doing nothing to put her at ease.

"I suppose not, but then you didn't know we're both cops, did you?"

"Shit, stop the car, I gotta go," the woman panics, the hand already on the handle.

Cassian doesn't know why he turns to her, reaching out across the seat to touch her wrist. From the corner of his eye, he sees Kes rising an eyebrow, but there's a tingling feeling that makes the skin of his arm dance.

"Listen here, we're cops, but we're also going on vacation. If you're on the run, we won't report you. We'll leave you in San Diego if you wish, no question asked."

"You will?" she asks dubiously, freeing her arm from his grasp.

"We will?" Kes echoes in Spanish.

"Yes," Cassian replies sharply, glaring at his so called best friend until he nods. "C'mon, she needs help. How many girls have you known to pop up in your backseat?"

"Usually, they're relatively undressed. And far more eager to please than this one."

"Don't let Shara hear of that, Cabrón, or Poe's gonna be an only child for sure."

"Who says she's not aware already? I may be married, but you're the one living like a monk. At one time you knew how to use the restricted space of a backseat."

"Not with each other I hope," the girl chimes in dryly, while Cassian feels the tips of his ears go hot with rising blood.

"Sorry to disappoint," Kes replies with a smirk, "but we're brothers in all but blood, no that you have any business knowing that, Miss Pretend-I-don't-exist."

She purses her lips, and tries to get comfortable. Not the talkative type then. Cassian lets the radio fill the silence and tries to shut his brain off. Surely they ought to hear more about her, gather information? They are bloody detectives, for Fuck's sake.

He offers her a tissue from the glovebox and a bottle of lukewarm water for her to clean herself. She takes them, and their fingers touch slightly. The sensation is still far too potent considering the briefness of the contact, and reflexively he stares at her face, looking for an hint in her green eyes freckled with gold, but finding none. There's blood on her puffing knuckles too.

"So, did you get in a brawl with the guys there?"

"Would you believe me if I said I have nothing to do with them?"

Neither cops dignify that with an answer and she sighs. A few seconds pass once more as Kes takes a turn, then her voice graces their ears again:

"Look. D'you have a phone I can borrow before you drop me off? Sorry to bother you, but I'd like to call somebody. It's important."

A boyfriend? The possibility struck Cassian like a thunderbolt, and he feels numb from the force of it. Not because he'd care about her romantic status, but because usually he's not one to jump to conclusions. Her bruised fingers may sport no rings, it doesn't mean she's unattached though.

He hands his phone, reasoning he should have her contact in the phone memory just in case. She dials a number and Cassian doesn't even pretend he's not eavesdropping as he turns down the volume of the latest bachata tune. Kes really has a shitty taste, but it's a rule that the driver picks the music, and besides, it's not the point.

"Bodhi, it's me."

"Jyn! Jyn, where are you, are you okay? Jyn, talk to me please, tell me you're fine."

The hysteria of the man carries up to them and even sunny Kes frowns back at the woman in the rearview mirror. Cassian feels in his guts like something is really wrong, this is no hitchhiking business, or someone who stole some stuff at the gas station and didn't wish to be caught.

"Bodhi, for Heaven's sake, calm down, it'll do me no good to have you panicking over nothing. I'm fine, I got out okay, you hear me?"

"You're safe?" the man — apparently named Bodhi — asks in a tiny voice, almost childish, which puzzles Cassian a bit.

"For now I am, they're not going after me. I got a drive to San Diego, I'll search for help there, and I'm going to get you next."

"No! No it's too soon, you gotta stay under the radar, they'll be looking for you, just, just keep on moving. Just for a bit, please, don't, don't stop to San Diego or anywhere yet, just drive around, drive so they won't find you —"

Even without the speaker on, the panicked rant and the hyperventilation that seems to go with it is plainly audible in the car. The nagging feeling is back full force and Captain Andor and Sergeant Dameron look at each other over the console, knowing they've already heard too many things to retain any semblance of frivolity.

"Wait, what do you mean, drive around? I can't just stay on the move for the sake of it, I have to go and see you at some point!"

She's clearly aggravated now but a different voice, gruffier, older, calmer, feels the line suddenly, and the sound of it seems to relax the fugitive.

"Little sister, Bodhi will be okay, Chirrut and I are looking after him. It's you that needs to be careful. They are looking for your father."

That piece of information gave her an unexplainable sense of dread, clearly echoed on her features, and Cassian gets the urge to hold her hand again, to show support or something. Kes has stopped the car completely, pulled it over for now, and all his attention is focused on her distressed face too.

"It's ridiculous, I don't even know what he's up to, let alone where he is!"

"We know that, and Bodhi told them as much, but still. Stay hidden until we can pick you up, not the other way around."

Then the woman — Jyn, his mind supplies automatically — get hung upon, having received all the instruction she needed, or so the man on the other side of the line thought. Jyn is deeply troubled as she hands him the phone back and her scowl doesn't mask her shining eyes.

"I can tell the phone call hasn't gone as well as you expected then... Jyn."

"Obviously, good cop, or whatever your name is. There's not much privacy in that old piece of junk, is it?"

"Hey, I resent that!" Kes exclaims.

"Beg your pardon, it's true that beggars can't be choosers... Does fine specimen of vintage car sounds more respectful?"

Kes snorts as he turns the contact again, resuming their trip, but even as her blatant sarcasm brought a fleeting smile to Cassian's mouth, his best friend clarifies:

"You mistake my meaning, my car is a piece of junk but I'm offended because you thought Cassian was the good cop. Usually that's me! Not to mention I've driven you around so far, I think this is pretty nice of me."

"True," Jyn concedes with a nod, "and it you seems like good enough blokes, as far as cops go, but soon I'll be out of your hair. I must get going, find other ways to move further than San Diego for a few days. I guess you already knew that from my conversation, right?"

"Ignore him," Cassian says pointedly, searching for her conflicted gaze. "Whatever threat you're under, I’d be happy to help, if you think it's necessary. You're also welcome to join us, if you're put in a higher danger when traveling alone."

"Don't you mind him, he's got a hero complex. And he's paranoid," Kes interrupts at her surprised expression.

"I can tell," she mumbles, swiftly putting it back against her full lips — to hide a smile?

Cassian feels offended but doesn't say so, knowing it would just give Kes a topic to rant about, likely revealing a few intimate details to their ungrateful guest in the process. He had just wanted to do the right thing and somehow he's the one being criticized, yet again.

Dameron sees him brooding and after a heartbeat or two of uncomfortable silence, it's him who asks:

"So do you agree? Whoever is chasing you would never catch you as long as you're with us. We're rooting in a tiny village near Mexico City for a week, if you're on the run until someone reaches out, it's a sound plan."

"What would you get from it? For all you know, I might be a criminal, a thief or a murderer."

"We already know you're not above borrowing cars and getting into fistfights. And that someone likely dangerous is looking for your father. We know the name you use, your physical description, the phone number of someone named Bodhi and if needed, there's blood on the tissue. I'd say we're all better off sticking together then, keeping an eye on you, don't you think?"

Kay would have been horrified by Cassian's bluntness, disclosing the assets at their disposal like this, but he trusts Jyn and Kes isn't overly concerned either. Finally Jyn must have thought the offer worthwhile, because she nods, leaning back on her seat and reaching out to a bag of crisps next to her.

"So, where are we headed?"

"Bernal, a pueblo magico three hours away from Mexico City."

[pingou7]

Tag Game —  Star Wars Creator meme

Tagged by @jenniferjuni-per, thank you my dearest Jen! I'm so flattered to be tagged.

Pick 1 - 10 works you’ve created (fic, art, gifsets, aesthetics, videos, playlists, etc) & tell us why you’re proud of them! Then tag your friends! 

 1.   Homeward Bound (aka Far Galaxy Housing) — This Modern AU fanfic is my baby, I'm putting everything I have in it: brain cells, sweat and tears. From the beginning I had an entire scheme to retell the entire OT with a good dash of RebelCaptain! The most fun is entering in a different psyche every chapter. I swear I will complete it, as it's almost entirely written. Even if it's pretty confidential within the fandom, I couldn't have managed this far without the unwavering support of our God @thenewleeland.

2.   RebelCaptain : Jyn wearing Cassian’s clothes — I did this Felicity portrait as a Christmas gift but I fell in love with it. I believe I'm not alone, for it to this day my most popular drawing, so yeah, pretty proud of this one and the mini drabble I made for it!

3.   New York — Now I swore I’d never write a song fic again — I’d tried to write my first ever SW fic as one, once upon a time… thankfully for my pride it’s in French — and I felt I couldn’t match the utter suffering some in the fandom family *cough* like @justkeeponthegrass & @ruby-red-inky-blue *cough* put RebelCaptain under. But I got struck with insomnia, not thinking pretty things at all, and with Snow Patrol's NY on repeat I saw Cassian, felt his heartbreak. For the rest I’ve opened my diary from September to December 2016 and I exorcised my own demons. It was therapeutic and really dear to my heart.

4.   Daddy’s girls (or four times Jyn and Leia changed the story and one time they didn’t)  — I wrote this “girlie one-shot” about Jyn and Leia meeting as an entrance in the Rogue One fandom. I was intrigued with the idea of their rebellious teens and I'm way proud of how that came out. Girl power!

5.   A car, two cops and a stardust : a RebelCaptain road trip fic —  This is my happy writing, because I can channel my sense of humor and translate my real life buddy time into a RebelCaptain fic. I think the Charolastra friendship, Lunatics and @thestarbirdfromtheashes are to blame for that and however hard it is to write, it's great!

6.   Rogue One Phone Backgrounds : Jyn Erso Edition —  Another edit for the Squad. It was my first time drawing and designing lock screens so I think they turned out nice!

7.   Hope graphics — Seems I have a thing for song lyrics. I made a Rogue One edit for the Jyn Erso Appreciation Squad because I heard "Fall” by Joshua Hyslop and I had major RebelCaptain feels. Not so pretty but I love this idea!

8.   Aging Obi-Wan “Ben” Kenobi — This was one of the earliest portraits I shared online and while I progressed since then (at least I hope so) it remains a favorite of mine. A mix between Ewan McGregor and Sir Alec Guinness.

9.   Two People were married (Fluent in Silence moodboard) — Now this moodboard has a special place in my personal productions, because this series inspire me so much to this day still and I was proud to do it for @justkeeponthegrass and see people liking it too. Without this particular piece of fic and her support, because we both like Paul Simon, FGH wouldn't have started.

10.  SW Gentlemen: Cassian Andor —  I think it was the first sketch of mine that went kinda viral in the fandom fam and this is surely Lunatic Magic! What I like in this one is the fact that he isn't looking straight ahead and appears conflicted.

Tagging: Everyone who wants to do this and have not be tagged before!

[pingou7]

It's been two years as today, January 7th marks the second anniversary of my first viewing of Rogue One...

It helped me carrying on up to this point so, I'm bringing this back in case someone wants to read it.

(Almost) one year ago I saw Rogue One and it changed my life.

Since @jenniferjuni-per loves to hear stories of the first viewing, here’s mine:

(Beware it’s a long post)

I remember clearly too, I was in a dark place, physically, mentally… it wasn’t good.

My parents had called me back to them, fed me, kept me warm, tried to cheer me up. It was mildly successful. They’d seen some ad about a Star Wars movie, knew I was into it, so they’ve arranged for one of my (very busy) best friends to take me so we could see it together like we’ve done TFA a year prior. She is a sucker for OT, found the prequels disappointing but liked TFA a good deal.

It was January 7th — my lucky number — and I had no expectations. She teased me about the female protagonist being named after Joan of Arc, as I am, and I explained to her that Felicity Jones was Catherine Morland from Northanger Abbey and Diego Luna was the guy from Dirty Dancing Havana Nights.

Soon as I got sucked into the story, she got a bit bored even if each quip from K2SO had her cackling (she said he was my inner voice).

Then… the Saw/Jyn confrontation. You see, I have a Saw in my life, that I got estranged from mere weeks before. It rang so true from both sides it was painful. I sobbed while she patted my back, commiserating.

Tarkin on screen, she grinned while I cringed. We were both convinced Chirrut and Baze were married, only Disney couldn’t show that. We were overjoyed by the Bail Organa and Mon Mothma cameos. We’ve remarked upon the lack of personal space between Cassian and Jyn. The Vader scene on Mustafar had me confused at first (the bacta tank wasn’t linked to Anakin for me) but I think it was her favorite. She whispered “You were my brother Anakin, I loved you” while Vader choked Krennic and I snorted.

Against all odds, I wanted the team to succeed and be alive, she knew by that point all would die.

Scarif happened. I was devastated, she was glad to have guessed right. The elevator scene was like a slap in the face, I knew I’d ship Jyn and Cassian from now on. She found the beach scene aesthetically pretty. It gutted me out and I cried for the second time. Second Vader scene had us gripping each other. We saw Carrie Fisher, we’ve held hands because she had just passed away a few days before and said something like miss you, rest in peace.

Leaving, she said it was a good movie, but forgettable, she didn’t even memorize the names of the characters. I wanted a Kaytoo plushie I didn’t find, got in the car, and launched AO3 on my phone, I remember seeing around fifty RebelCaptain stories. Then she said:

Rogue One it’s Saving Private Ryan in space… except there’s a white woman — basically Joan of Arc — various representatives of Asian people and a Latino, oh and of course, there’s Darth Vader too.

Me: … That’s the truth, from a certain view.

She’d smirked because I quoted Kenobi, but internally I was like: ‘Scuse me but I need to cry a bit about cynical friends and the lack of recognition Rogue One has just suffered from.

I’m one with the Force and the Force is with me…

And yet, here I still am, cosy among my fandom fam, I feel better thanks to this movie and the people I met through it, so… thank you !