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et-cant-phone-home-no-signal · 6 months ago

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The Book of Boba Fett - Episode 3 thoughts

heyo here's me back with the ramblings! please accept my humble offerings of thoughts and analysis for this episode, for funsies only <3 no arguments, spoilers beneath the cut

i love the difference between fennec and boba - he'll listen and take a petition with no appointment, she's ready to shoot and dismiss immediately 😂 it's so interesting because you'd almost think it would be the other way around but nah, he's chill and she's paranoid <3 (i don't know if other media shows this more, i haven't watched the bad batch which i know fennec appears in, and i haven't read any of the comics with boba in it)

i genuinely love how sincere boba is about being daimyo like, he keeps going "i am the daimyo and i will bring order" and he's being so serious but no one is used to that do they think he's being silly because ??? why are you walking around like that dude

also obsessed with sophie thatcher appearing in this (i love prospect so much and i'm happy to see her in such a different role compared to that)

you can feel the love boba has for his dad in the kamino flashbacks and it breaks my heart fr

the music <3

i never thought about how it would make boba feel to see all the storm trooper heads on the sticks. i know that at the later stages of the empire it was mostly conscripts but surely it would invoke memories of the clones? idk it made me think about it and now i'm sad

NO NOT THE FUCKING TUSKEN CAMP FUCK nononono the music too stop it this is so sad fuck that nikto gang (though was it them??? i have a funny feeling it could be more cause would the tuskens really lose to a gang like that?? or is it just slightly bad writing idk)

the kids stick too i'm actually in tears this is so fucking upsetting why does everyone have to die all the time

there's something so nasty about attacking a person when they're in the middle of something medical, cause let's face it, the bacta tank is medical and krssantan straight up decked boba in his underwear jesus man

gotta respect the mods for still coming in to help (yeah it's their job but again, they could've said nope and left him to it) - also why is this dude so obsessed with biting people lmao

fennec's disapproving little shake of head lmaoo she's giving older sister vibes

poor rancor- is that danny trejo??????

i love how genuinely confused krssantan is to be let go - boba is way too kind and i can feel fennec's disapproval through the screen

boba immediately falling in love with the rancor and wanting to train and ride it and giving it loving scratches <3 totally obsessed with this man he's so fascinating

"excuse me, lord fett" "not now i'm busy" is such a pet owners response when they're giving or receiving love from their baby oh my god

i genuinely have tears in my eyes from how funny it is that these mods have the equivalent of space vespas because i was expecting the equivalent of harley davidsons if i'm honest and it's so disappointing they got these shiny ass candy looking speeders instead 💀 i cannot take them seriously when they're on the vehicles sorry the hardcore punk aesthetic clashes so hard with the bright primary colour ass mopeds

mr moustache receptionist at the mayor's office is once again sending me into orbit because his stare could kill this fucking majordomo in an instant if he was force sensitive and i am so amused - this extra deserves so much more attention man, who is he and why isn't he in a major role

dude this is the least satisfying chase scene ever sorry but they're going like 30mph max??? i can't take them seriously this looks ridiculous and it's probably the worst scene in the show so far

thanks for reading!! people seem to be enjoying my star wars posts which is nice, i don't talk about it that often but i've started playing SWTOR and i'm enjoying it!! created a new jedi character for it and i'm getting attached so might write up a character sheet for her soon :)

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prvtocol · 2 years ago

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and she rolls around on a rigged moped (wishing it was a vespa)

far cry new dawn bri is basically the highwaymen grandma who grows weed

#(( the ‘roads’ really not safe now ))#v ( far cry new dawn ) .

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just-here-for-the-moment · 4 years ago

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Here are the gifs:

My thoughts upon seeing this GIF set: "Okay... Javier flirting at the bar, good... anime dude pulling on another dude's tie, okay, wait, is that a hockey game? No, she probably sent that over for the tie pulling thing, okay... and third GIF is... Oh fuck, Dirty Dancing?!! This is a personal attack. We watched Dirty Dancing at every single slumber party I went to or hosted from ages 8-13... she probably doesn't know I have that movie fucking memorized and that it lives in the annals of my early sexual awakenings, LOL... *cracks knuckles and starts typing* This is gonna be GOOD..."

Welcome one and all to the inaugural post of the 24-Hour GIF challenge!! A beautiful baby that @nicolethered and I conceived together.

Because Nicole is such a freaking AMAZEBALLS GIF maker and media manipulator (seriously, please go check out her homepage, I'll wait....) I thought it would be fun to collaborate on something. The idea is that she sends me 3 random GIFs involving a Pedro Pascal character, and then I have 24 hours from the time I open the "Ask" to write something, anything, and tie them all together.

Well, this one failed miserably because I let the 24 hours stretch into almost 36 and I lost control of my timeline. But next time I won't!!

Please enjoy! (And seriously, go check out Nicole's stuff, it's mind-blowing. It's half the reason I came over here from Reddit in the first place.)

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The Dance Instructor Word count: 2900+ Rating: mature, 18+ only Outline: You have a crush on your new dance instructor, Javier. Is the feeling mutual? AU dance instructor!Javier Pena x “You” (female reader; new college graduate home for the summer; no racial description/no physical description/no name/no use of “Y/N”) Warnings: slight age gap (~10 years); yearning; little bit of angst/self-doubt; retro 80s vibes; slow burn; kissing; alcohol

“Have fun!” Your mom’s cheerful voice floated out the car window as you slammed the door behind you.

“Not fucking likely,” you grumbled under your breath. You hiked your pink duffel bag up over your shoulder and glared at the front doors of the YMCA.

The summer had been a total bust so far, when it was supposed to be amazing. You had just graduated college and you were waiting for your full-time teaching job to start in late August. But instead of tearing around Italy on a Vespa like your friend Amy, or working as a lifeguard with hot guys at the beach like your cousin Sarah, you were stuck at home. Boring, dry, not-fun home. The only money you had been able to pick up was from babysitting around the neighborhood, and you felt like you were back in high school again. Arrested development to the extreme.

It wasn’t your fault you had failed the lifeguarding exam or that nobody at the mall was hiring. But your mom was sick to death of you moping around the house watching soap operas and complaining about the lack of eligible bachelors, so she had signed you up for a Latin ballroom dance class at the Y. “Signed up”, not “suggested” or “asked,” you laughed to yourself, “like a little kid.” She was firm with you and told you that you didn’t have to go, but that you weren’t allowed to be in the house during class times… and that you owed her $150 if you ditched.

So you let her drive you over, you let her wish you well, and you let your legs carry you into the building. You hadn’t been back since you went off to college, but the Y smelled the same as it had forever. From the ages of 8 to 18 you had taken every kind of swim, karate, and dance lesson that the Y had to offer, and spent hours upon hours in the pool. The air that wafted at you as you opened the door was chilly from the central air conditioning, and smelled faintly of pool chemicals, industrial disinfectant, and musty socks.

You pasted a smile on your face and greeted Mrs. Wilson at the front desk, but when she smiled at you, you felt your fake smile ease into something more genuine. You liked Mrs. Wilson, and she was as much a fixture at the facility as the pool was.

“Hello, dearie! Your mom said you were back for the summer! How are you?” She came out from behind the desk and gathered you up in a lilac-scented hug.

“Hi, Mrs. Wilson, it’s good to see you!” You let her hold you tight before stepping back to grin at her. “Mom thought I was getting a little bored around the house, so she suggested I sign up for the new Latin dance lessons for the summer.”

Mrs. Wilson’s eyebrows practically hit the ceiling. “Oh!” She smiled like she had a secret. “Well, then I hope you’re very pleased with our new instructor! Brand-new to town, and creating quite a sensation.” She winked and elbowed you, and you chuckled dryly. What was that supposed to mean?

You shrugged, “Well, it’s only a few hours a week. I’m sure I’ll be fine with whoever it is.”

“Well, have fun, dearie. Tell your mother I said hello.”

You waved and made your way to the stairs, climbing up one flight to the dance studios. The YMCA had two levels: pools, gymnasiums, and exercise machines downstairs, and a handful of large and small studios upstairs for dance, martial arts, and aerobics lessons. The Latin ballroom class was going to be in one of the larger studios.

You were surprised to see that the class was so big. Normally a dance class during the week might have had a handful of people, maybe six or ten, but the studio seemed to be crammed. You counted 18 people, including several women from the neighborhood who you knew had never set foot in a dance class before. You frowned and checked the schedule on the door to be sure you were in the right place. Yep.

You shook your head and found a spot near the front of the class at the edge by the windows. You ditched your gym bag and sat down on the golden wood floor to stretch. You were leaned over, head pointed at your toes when you felt the energy of the whole room shift, and a hushed tittering swept through the crowd. You heard footsteps cross the front of the room, and you looked up to see the most gorgeous man you had ever laid eyes on.

He was about thirty years old, nearly six feet tall, and broad through the shoulders; wearing relaxed black pants and a black T-shirt that hugged his muscular arms. He had dark hair that flopped over his forehead and curled just a bit behind his ears. His dark coffee eyes were scanning the room doing a headcount, and when they landed on you you felt a jolt. You took in his face like you were trying to memorize it; strong curved nose, dark mustache, full pouty lips, and eyebrows that seemed to arch up at you playfully.

He finished the headcount and started the class by introducing himself. “Hi everyone, welcome to Introductory Latin Ballroom. If you’re new here, my name is Javier. I teach several different classes here, so if you enjoy the class today, you can sign up for as many as you like.” He looked right at you as he said it, and you felt yourself tingle… and get embarrassingly wet. This did not bode well for the remainder of your summer. Your mom had signed you up for 8 whole weeks of this; Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays from 2 p.m. to 4 p.m. That was 48 more hours of torture.

After stretches and warm-ups, Javier paired the class off for the instructional portion of the class. He started at the back of the room, and when he got to your corner, you were the odd man out. He smiled apologetically at you and shrugged, “Guess you’re stuck with me, cariño.” When he held his hand out and took yours, you suddenly forgot how to breathe.

Javier asked you your name, and when you gave it to him he repeated it back. Last week you had been thinking about how lame and boring your name was, but coming from Javier’s lips now it sounded perfect, like the best name in the world. He turned on the stereo and twirled you and turned you, moving you where he wanted you with his big hands and calling out encouragement to the rest of the students. Occasionally he let you go so that he could walk over to a pair to make a hands-on correction, then he would stride back to you and take your hand again, making you feel weightless. He was so charming, you could almost ignore the death-glares of jealousy that a few of the other women were throwing your way.

Somehow you made it through the rest of the class, although you bumped into Javier’s toes more than you wanted and seemed far clumsier than years of previous dance lessons would indicate. You felt a little foolish every time you stepped wrong, but the way he held you in his arms and looked deep into your eyes more than made up for it.

And then it ended, just like any normal class. Javier clapped his hands and thanked everyone for their time and suddenly you were back in reality, back in a studio at the YMCA, and just your normal self again. Javier hadn’t proposed marriage or swept you off your feet with a kiss. He was ignoring you just like he was ignoring everybody else, concentrating on packing up his bag and checking his watch for wherever he was headed next. You felt a sense of profound unfairness and a longing to follow him home, like a lost puppy.

Before you could do something undignified you grabbed your duffel bag and scooted toward the door. Unfortunately the flood of people was causing a delay and before you could escape, you heard a deep voice in your ear. “I haven’t seen you in class before. Are you new here?”

You spun around to find yourself unable to breathe once more, caught in the beam of Javier's russet-brown eyes. You gulped and tried to form a sentence. “N- no. No. I grew up here, just back for the summer.” You nodded lamely, and seemed to have forgotten how to converse like a normal person.

Javier smiled, “Well I hope you enjoyed the class. You seem a little advanced for Introductory level classes. Are you signed up for any others?”

Suddenly you wish you had signed up for others, for all of Javier’s classes, for the rest of your life. You smiled and shook your head. “No, uh, that is- not yet. My mom signed me up for this one to get me out of the house.” You cringed as the words left your lips. How lame were you?

Javier nodded at that, as if you had said something wise instead of stupid. He leaned in closer and winked at you. Your brain calculated the short distance to his lips and started screaming insane instructions to kiss him!! You ignored the intrusive thoughts and used all of your brainpower to shut them down, which resulted in you forgetting how to breathe for the third time in two hours.

He opened his lips and said, “Well, I’m new in town. Do you know where I can get a drink?”

Your jaw dropped and you faltered, sputtering out the name of a lame bar that you hadn’t been to since junior year, when someone’s older brother had snuck a group of you in and proceeded to get everyone fucked up on Long Island Iced Teas. You gave Javier the location, and he nodded again as if you were Yoda, dropping pearls of wisdom for him to string together.

“Well, since it’s Friday night, maybe I’ll see you there.” He put his arm out to gesture behind you. When you spun around you saw that everyone was gone and the doorway was clear. You practically ran out, and it wasn’t until you flopped onto the couch in the living room that you realized you had never said goodbye to Javier.

That evening, you showered and then agonized over your outfit for nearly two hours, pulling on blouses and skirts and then discarding them. Everything you owned or had ever considered buying was lame. The full ruffly skirts looked babyish, the capri pants looked like a suburban housewife, and your shorts were too casual for anything except the pool. Nothing was right. Finally you begged your mom to let you borrow something, and you tore through her closet until you found something that might work: a black, off-the-shoulder dress that she had worn to your dad’s company dinner last fall.

At 8:30 you snagged her car keys and shouted a quick “good-bye” as you tore out of the front door. You drove to the bar and parked, scanning the few people going in and coming out, and wondering if he was really going to come. Would it be better or worse if he did?

You decided you couldn’t sit in your mom’s Buick LeSabre forever, looking like a loon, so you got out and locked the car. You walked into the bar and froze. He was there, sitting at the far end of the bar, perched on a stool and nursing a beer in an amber bottle. He was wearing jeans and a button-down shirt with a casual tie, looking like sex on legs. You felt a delicious curl of arousal in your pelvis, and it felt both alluring and dangerous. You simultaneously regretted and rejoiced that you had come.

Just as you were trying to figure out how to approach him, he glanced toward the door and caught you staring. As his dark eyes bored into yours from across the bar, you felt guilty, like you had been caught with your hand in the candy jar. Before you could unfreeze yourself, Javier slipped off the barstool and approached, greeting you with a wide smile and a hug. You tucked your arms under his and smelled his freshly washed hair and a hint of cologne, something spicy and expensive. He pulled back and looked you over, but without a hint of smarm or creepiness.

“You look amazing. If I’d known you were going to dress up for our date I would have worn something nicer.”

Date? Did he say date? Your brain floundered for something appropriate to say, and finally produced the genius-level comment of, “Oh, well, no…” You trailed off and Javier gestured toward an empty booth. You let him guide you to it and sit, sliding across the cracked red vinyl. He took your drink order and came back from the bar, then slid into the seat across from you with a big smile.

“I’m glad to see you. I wasn’t sure if you were going to come.”

You smiled meekly, “Yeah, sorry I ran out on you after class. I should have said goodbye.”

He looked at you and shook his head. “I’m glad you didn’t. I would hate to hear you tell me goodbye. Hello is so much nicer.”

You felt yourself floating toward the ceiling, and there was that damn inability to breathe again. You forced yourself to take a few sips, feeling the alcohol warm you from the inside. By the time it hit your stomach, you had remembered how to breathe, and even make small talk like a normal human. Javier was easy to talk to, charming and witty and complimentary of your lame ambitions, and your even lamer current circumstances. He commended you for “taking the summer off” as if you had made a wise choice and not been tossed about by happenstance. He said that babysitting young kids was “a position of trust” and that parents didn’t entrust their kids to just anybody. He didn’t even laugh when you told him you had failed the lifeguard exam, “Hey, those are hard tests. You should be proud that you finished it.”

By the time you finished your second drink, three hours had passed. Javier checked his watch and frowned at the time, and you felt like you had been punched in the gut. He wasn’t going to leave, was he?

“It’s late, you should get home. You probably need your beauty rest so you can be fresh for your babysitting job tomorrow.”

You nearly groaned aloud, but you gathered your purse and scooted to the edge of the booth seat. Javier held out his hand to help you stand up, and there was a little blue shock of static electricity from his warm hand to yours. You gasped and Javier laughed, making you dissolve into giggles.

He put one strong hand on the small of your back as you walked toward the door. It felt both familiar and strange. You had spent an hour that afternoon in his arms as his dance partner, but this time it felt more intimate, more electric. When you stepped out of the bar into the parking lot, Javier asked you where you were parked. You gestured at your mom’s sedan a few feet away, and Javier indicated he was at the other end of the lot in the opposite direction.

“But, for safety’s sake, I have to walk the lady to her car.” He put his hand out and waved you ahead of him. You giggled at the chivalrous gesture.

“I hardly think I’m going to get in trouble walking six feet. But thank you anyway, Javier.”

The walk to your car was over all too soon, and you reluctantly put your key in the lock. Javier stood with one hand on the roof over the backseat and watched you. You could feel his gaze burning into you as you tried to remember which way to turn the key to unlock it. Finally the door opened and you looked up at Javier with a triumphant smile.

He smiled back at you and you were unsure of what to do. Say goodbye? Shake hands? Hug? What?

Javier just kept smiling at you, and those dark eyes suddenly made you feel bold. You reached out one hand and grasped his tie a few inches below the knot. A flash of surprise crossed his face before he realized what you were doing.

You pulled him toward you and time seemed to slow down. The inches between you took longer to cross than the walk from the bar to the Buick. But when his mouth met yours it was all worth it. Javier let you kiss him at your own pace, over and over again, and he kept his hands to himself. One was still propped on the roof of the car, the other on his hip. He seemed to be in no hurry, and you found it gentlemanly to boot; as opposed to the rushed fumbling that so many guys your age seemed to engage in, like a race to see who could grab a boob the fastest.

When you had taken your fill of him, you released Javier’s tie and let him step back. You saw the big goofy grin on his face and you were certain that it mirrored your own.

You winked at him. “So that was a date, huh? I thought you just needed advice on bars since you were new in town.”

Javier laughed and rubbed his lip with one thumb, tracing the path your tongue had made moments earlier. “Sure felt like a date to me.”

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drabbles-mc · 4 years ago

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Lost Time

Coco Cruz & Letty Cruz

Inspired by Day 14 of the July Prompts: childhood

Warnings: language

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: I realized that I don’t think I’ve ever really written Coco and Letty in a fic before, and I figured this would be a good chance to remedy that! S3 doesn’t exist for the next thousand or so words lmaoooo

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There was never a hell of a lot to do in Santo Padre. It wasn’t a town that was known for being lively or busy. For teenagers and college kids, there wasn’t much else to do besides get into trouble. And that was exactly what Coco had spent all of his time doing growing up. It beat being in the house. He knew that that wasn’t how things were supposed to be—that was something he understood even back then. But when he was a kid there was nothing that he could do about any of it.

Now, though, he had a chance to do things differently. He was trying. It wasn’t always easy, and he didn’t always have the right things to say, but he was trying and that was more than could be said for his mother or any of the asshole partners she had while he was growing up.

“Ay,” he walked into the living room, looking at Letty as she scrolled on her phone while she ate a breakfast she had pulled together for herself, “You got plans today?”

She flicked her eyes up to him and shrugged, “No? I don’t think so. Why, what’s going on?”

He shrugged, “You wanna go do somethin’?”

Setting her phone down, she raised her eyebrows in curiosity, “Like what?”

“I don’t know,” his brows furrowed in thought, “whatever shit you kids like to do now.”

Letty laughed, leaning back in her chair, “Alright. Yea, sure. Let’s go do somethin’.”

Standing up, she tossed her bowl and spoon into the sink, “I’ll go change and we can go get into trouble somewhere.”

Coco made the incorrect assumption that she was going to get ready quickly. After a couple minutes of standing in the living room by the door he realized that it was going to take a while. He chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he sat down on the couch. He was sitting, head rested against the back of the couch when she walked back out into the living room. She saw the way his eyes were closed and rolled hers, shaking her head.

“I didn’t take that long,” she nudged his foot with her own, laughing.

He opened one eye, a smile creeping onto his face, “I got like a full night’s rest waiting for you.”

“Let’s go,” she pulled him off the couch and pushed him towards the door, both of them laughing.

She started walking towards the car out of habit when she realized that Coco wasn’t following her. She stopped, watching him as he walked towards his bike. He was digging into the saddlebag for his spare helmet as she walked up.

“We’re taking the bike?”

He turned around, looking up at her from his crouched position, “If you want. Figured we never really, y’know,” he paused, trying to figure out from her expression what she wanted to do, “We don’t gotta I just thought it’d be, I dunno…”

“Yea,” she shrugged, taking off her purse so she could tuck it into one of the bags on his bike, “I’m down. Just don’t wipe out.”

He smiled, shaking his head as he got onto the bike, “Yea, yea. C’mon, see if you can even get your leg over the fuckin’ bike,” he laughed. While she got situated, he continued, “Might be a little diff’rent than riding on the back of Chucky’s moped.”

“I dunno, the vespa has some speed,” she laughed as she wrapped her arms around him.

Coco had asked where she wanted to go, not quite sure what she would want to do with her time off between high school and college. But she left the ball completely in his court. She was genuinely just content with riding around on the bike, but he felt like that wasn’t quite enough. He knew that her life growing up with Celia couldn’t have been any better than his was. There was no such thing as a childhood in the Celia Cruz household. There wasn’t anything that he could do about all of that, no going back and changing the past. But he could still try to make things better now.

“You hungry?” he asked as they rolled to a stop at a red light.

She nodded, “Sure.”

“Tacos?” he offered.

“Yea,” she settled as they got ready to take off again, “Tacos sounds good.”

They rolled into the parking lot at the little taco house that Coco and the guys always went to if they were getting back to town from a run at a decent hour. Most of the staff there knew all of them fairly well. Letty grabbed her purse from the bag on the bike and went to follow Coco to order when he shook his head.

“Nah, go grab us a table. I got this.”

“You sure?”

“Yea,” he chuckled, “I’m not gonna make you pay for your food.”

Coco watched her as she walked away and went to choose a picnic table for the two of them, not even realizing the smile that had found its way onto his face. He was completely zoned out until the girl behind the counter called him out by name.

“Coco, you alright?” she chuckled as he stepped up to order.

“Yea, I’m alright,” he shook his head at himself before ordering.

She passed the paper back to the men in the kitchen and turned back to him, “It’ll be up in a few minutes,” she paused, looking over to where Coco was looking, “That your daughter?”

He nodded, “Yea, Letty. Pain in my ass sometimes, but I love her.”

“Well,” she smiled, “I’m sure you’re a pain in her ass sometimes, too.”

He laughed, “Probably.”

The two of them were sitting across from each other, a comfortable quietness encasing the table as they each ate their food. Both of them sat back and people-watched. Every now and then Letty would nod towards someone doing something strange and Coco would chuckle, making some sort of off-hand comment about it. It was amazing the things that people would do when they thought that no one was paying attention.

“Thanks for this, Coco,” Letty said as she tossed a crumpled napkin onto her empty plate.

He shrugged, taking a sip of his soda, “It’s just tacos.”

“No,” she laughed, “I mean, thanks for everything.”

“Yea,” he looked down at the empty plate in front of him, not quite sure how to say what it was that he wanted to say, “I, I know shit hasn’t always been great. But if you, if you ever need anything you know you can always tell me, right? I ain’t got much but I’ll do what I can.”

Her smile was small, but genuine, “I know, Coco.”

“I’m proud of you. For doin’ school an’ everything. If there’s something you wanna do this summer just let me know and we can do it.”

“Will you let me drive the bike?” her eyes lit up.

He laughed, shaking his head, “If there’s something else you wanna do just let me know,” both of them laughed, “I love you, Leticia.”

She nodded, knowing that those words didn’t always come out easily in their family, “I love you too, Coco.”

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aceredlace · 3 years ago

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I’ve got my new girl here Splatter the Hamster! Splatter is a laid-back, irresponsible, alternative, traveling wanna-be rock star who plays her beloved Keytar. She never stays in one place for too long, always looking for the next venue to play her music. Splatter comes from a very wealthy and strict family, wanting Splatter to join the family business, Splatter started rebelling from a young age, refusing to live a material life. Splatter ran away multiple times until she was 18 were she finally left to pursue her own life of music, fun, and no rules.

Splatter means well and will always do the right thing in the end, but she can be very flakey and not take things as seriously until it piles up and becomes urgent. Over all, she will live however she wants, and makes sure her laid back attitude tells that to everyone!

Trivia

- Splatter’s real name is Amelia Orwell.

- Splatter also plays a Saxophone, Bass, and a Sweet-Ass kazoo.

- Splatter’s a Lesbian.

- Splatter rides around on a little Vespa looking Moped.

I hope you guys like my Keytar girl ;w;

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flightfoot · 3 years ago

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So now that Marinette is Signora Vespa can she ride off into the sunset with Alya and/or Kagami? The closest to a Luca AU I'll ponder on her owning a bike now. But doesn't Marinette need a license to drive a motorized vehicle? My lack of Frenchness is failing me.

Hm. Well, from googling it, for mopeds you need an AM license, but you can get that as young as 14 years old, so it should be fine.

Now, for the MOTORCYCLE that Gina initially tried to get Marinette... yeah, Marinette was right in saying that she'd like to have that when she's older. It's illegal for her to drive it at her age, she'd need to be 16 in order to get the license for it.

That being said, I'm not French either, so I'm just going off what I can find online.

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quaintly-quiet-queer · 4 years ago

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Barber surgeon Vespa

You know how in ye olden times surgeons were also barbers cause they had razors and a steady hand?

Well I present to you, my barber Vespa head cannon:

It starts with Buddy, as all good things do

Vespa picked up some hairdresser skills back when her and Buddy first met because she a) wanted to give her girl all the most fabulous new dos and b) wanted an excuse to play with Buddy’s hair

And unsurprisingly, she got quite good at it over the years

Running her fingers through hair, snipping away with scissors, and coiling locks into elegant patterns has a certain soothing quality, and her world quiets down for few moments while she works

She loves weaving little flowers or pearls or strings of gold into Buddy’s hair until her lover looks even more dazzling that usual

Flash forward to the Carte Blanche and after a month on the ship, Buddy turns up to a family meeting with a stunning new style and the rest of the crew (mostly Rita) are a little baffled

When questioned, Vespa reluctantly admits the work is her doing (don’t get me wrong, she’s proud of the style and ecstatic that after all these years, Buddy is still willing to share this small intimacy with her, but she is not looking forward to teasing from Juno or Ransom)

So of course, after this magical newfound information, Rita starts begging Vespa to help her try out a new styles she saw in a magazines and on streams

After much pestering, and maybe a few bribes, Vespa finally gives in (and no, she won’t admit that the notion of working with different hair types is vaguely exciting)

And while Buddy’s styles are usually classic, elegant works reminiscent of old time stream stars, Rita is all about new pop hairdos that are surprisingly fun to master

Next comes Juno

After being on the ship for so long, his hair is getting a little bushier than he’d like (a lady’s gotta look his best with his newfound self-respect)

One morning at breakfast Vespa is getting more and more irritated as he repeated runs his hand through his hair and sighs morosely

She finally snaps, angrily offering to trim his hair if it will get him to stop moping about the ship

And at first he balks at the suggestion and dismisses her out of hand cause no way is he letting her operate sharp blades around his head

But after a couple more days of catching his reflection and scrunching his nose up in disdain, he finally breaks, sheepishly asking Vespa for help

While getting his hair cut, he is squirming and nit-picking that it feels like she’s cutting it too tight

Which leads to Vespa threatening to buzz his hair and both his eyebrows if he doesn’t shut up and stay still

After a finishing out the rest of the cut while Juno does his best imitation of a stone statue, he is actually amazed at how good the style looks when he checks in the mirror

He mumbles his gratitude and scurries away, but he keeps coming back to Vespa for trims going forward

Vespa never invites him to talk during their sessions, but the pair do seem to develop some sort of mutual understanding

Jet likes to keep his hair long, so no hair cuts for him

But when the group has some down time or Jet is quietly memorizing schematics by himself, Vespa will braid his hair, sometimes even weaving in colorful threads that he’ll keep in for days

Vespa and Jet find these quiet moments rather soothing, and sometimes the two will even exchange stories of old lives and times gone by

Lastly, we have Ransom

By this point, Vespa is doing the hair of everybody on the ship except for Peter

And his hair has gotten shaggy and unruly, always getting flicked out of his eyes with an annoyed huff

As a man perpetually on the run, he’s no stranger to growing his hair out for a disguise, but he’s quite particular and he really prefers it short and sleek

He’s got a mental list of a dozen hair dressers and barbershops scattered across the galaxy that are his favorites, and every time they’re near a planet on his list, he tries to tell Buddy he’ll just be dipping out for a few minutes to attend to “personal matters”

Seeing through his ploy, she always reminds him that their group is operating on too tight a schedule to dillydally with hair cuts on planet

Hence the shaggy hair

Juno keeps teasing him every time Peter’s hair falls back in his face, offering to tie it back for him. Sadly, his hair is at the perfect awkward stage were hair ties are rendered entirely ineffective though

Because of Character Growth™ Juno recommends he ask Vespa to give him a quick cut, but Peter spouts some nonsense at to why he simply cannot allow Vespa to cut his hair and really if they could just stop at planet x for 20 minutes it would be fine, but alas no

After his annoying long hair distracts him enough to nearly cost them a mission, though, Buddy orders him to go to Vespa

Vespa, for her part, doesn’t really want to cut his hair either because being alone around him for any extended period of time puts her nerves on edge. For Buddy’s sake (and the sake of not getting the crew blown up), though, she doesn’t complain

When Ransom finally arrives for his hair cut, the session goes off without a hitch

The two are silent and uncomfortable, but Peter is actually shocked and a little in awe of Vespa’s skill when he sees her working up close

And afterwards, he thanks her politely and leaves without commenting on his hair

While cleaning her scissors after the cut, she shivers, trying to release the pent up tension in her body and continuing to ignore the slew of voices which had been reminding her the whole time that YoudontknowthismanWhoisheWhatishedoingonthisship

She comforts herself with the knowledge that she can run her hands through Buddy’s beautiful hair after she finishes cleaning up

(I know this is a lot for a first post, so thank you for bearing with me! Maybe I’ll write a follow-up or a fic or something)

#the penumbra podcast #penumbra pod #tpp #junoverse #vespa ilkay #buddy aurinko #rita #jet sequliak #juno steel #peter nureyev #headcanon

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genderbinaryisforlosers · 4 years ago

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everyone on the carte blanche for the ask meme

everyone? oh boy this is gonna get long ajfhdsf

JUNO

First impression: i, like a lot of people who get into the podcast without knowing a great deal about it, was expecting at most an ambiguously bisexual angst machine with a closely-guarded heart of gold. juno being an explicitly bisexual genderqueer angst machine is perhaps the most pleasant surprise of my life. the angst machine heart of gold characters were kind of my type at the time, so i loved him right away

Impression now: every time i think about juno’s arc from depressed mess held together by bad coping mechanisms, safety pins, and a few good strong puns into someone who can talk about his feelings, feel comfortable about being happy, and recognise when he needs to change, i want to cry about it a little bit. the depth of my love for juno steel has only grown along with him

Favourite moment: juno has a lot of great one-liners and i’m still a big fan of the “on the other hand i wasn’t wearing a watch” bit and who can forget such classics as juno finally deciding to stop moping over nureyev and move on only for him to open the door to his apartment and find nureyev sitting in the dark dramatically, but honestly nothing will ever hit me harder than his sudden, pissed-off declaration of “i can’t die yet, i still have shit to do!” in promised land. god.

Idea for a story: oh i have so many and i want to write most of them so no spoilers, but juno accidentally kidnaps a baby during a carte blanche heist and shenanigans ensue

Unpopular opinion: obviously we all know he’s dummy thicc but i feel like a lot of people forget he’s an actual genius, like the stuff he notices and how he strings it together is sometimes so obscure and he’s almost always right. oh, also juno is not skinny and i will not be taking criticism on that

Favourite relationship: this is so tough because every dynamic is so good, but i think it has to be juno and rita. those two are so good! the best best friends in the world!! i’m really a sucker for any dynamic that’s ridiculously in-sync so i loved these two as soon as juno saw rita’s notes in prince of mars and went “makes perfect sense to me” (which it probably didn’t, because rita, but he trusted that she knew what she was doing which is the important part)

Favourite headcanon: this isn’t really a headcanon but i still think about how juno is (was?) deathly afraid of heights but when he heard rex glass coming he still attempted to climb out of the window. either his aversion to working with dark matters/other people in general was so strong is overrided his fear, or his office was actually on the ground floor. not sure which of these is funnier.

NUREYEV

First impression: we’ve all seen the memes about nureyev knowing juno steel for one (1) day and deciding to Risk It All by leaving him with his name, look at this Hopeless Romantic, this utter DISASTER of a homosexual. the fact the very next time we hear from nureyev (at least directly) he’s patiently waiting in juno’s dark apartment to surprise him with a heist definitely supports this image.

Impression now: even after literally being inside peter’s head, i feel like we didn’t get a real sense of who he is until man in glass, where we find out he aggressively compartmentalises everything that causes him stress. he’s also distinctly someone who’s had his heart broken before, i think, which makes those first appearances of his very strange. but it does remind me of what juno says about diamond, and how he decided to provide the trust first and wait for the trustworthiness to grow in (only to get severely hurt), and i think that’s exactly what nureyev did. i am also... very uneasy with how suspicious he’s behaving this season because obviously i want to believe he’ll sort it all out and not betray the crew but... oof

Favourite moment: the beginning of what lies beyond pt1 where he’s affectionately bullying juno into taking care of himself? cleared my crops watered my skin etc etc etc

Idea for a story: i’d love to hear more about his past as a young thief idolising buddy and vespa (i can’t actually remember if that’s canon or fanon but anyway i wanna read it!)

Unpopular opinion: i think people often cling to an image of him that more resembles his first impressions in season 1 instead of seeing the depth that we’ve been given about his character in season 3

Favourite relationship: him and juno but honestly it’s a close call between them and his budding friendship with rita. even though she learned it by accident, his name is still a point of intimacy and it’s one less secret to keep around her which has to be a weight off his shoulders, at least a little? they seem like they could be really good friends once ultrabots is out of the way. juno steel love (and also bullying) zone activates whenever they’re together

Favourite headcanon: i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again - nureyev has never done a household chore in his goddamn life. he doesn’t know the water needs to be hot when you wash dishes.

RITA

First impression: honestly i’m not sure? i don’t remember having a big awareness of her in murderous mask but i remember loving her “note-taking” in prince of mars, i thought she sounded really fun and cute

Impression now: rita is really fun and cute, she’s also an extremely hardworking and dedicated woman who had the guts to throw in with a detective fired from the force and then invest all of her time and money into helping him help people.

Favourite moment: Rita Gets A Knife. enough said

Idea for a story: i don’t know honestly! i really struggle to write rita because her thought processes are so wild and i don’t think any story i could come up with would match mega ultrabots of cyberjustice.

Unpopular opinion: this shouldn’t be unpopular because juno steel himself shares this opinion but all future-jupeter headcanons are incomplete without rita also being a huge part of their lives

Favourite relationship: rita + franny 4ever obviously.. jk it’s juno & rita have you heard rita minute 3 they’re too adorable for this world. im still Soft over their conversation at the end of soul of the people when he said he couldn’t stay in hyperion anymore but he wouldn’t leave with the carte blanche if rita wasn’t coming because he was done leaving her behind, and she threw out all her hesitations on the spot and said call the big guy. speaking of, rita & jet are a close second. instant best friends i love them.

Favourite headcanon: i think this is basically canon now but rita being literally half the height of jet is so good

JET

First impression: “haha lorge funny man puts juno in the trash”

Impression now: jet sikuliaq is one of the dearest characters to me out of anything ever. he is a huge, menacing, polite, kind, sincere man who i would very much like to give me a hug. he’s the best aro ace in outer space and while being generally very levelheaded and straightforward, also takes every opportunity to fuck with juno because it’s very easy and very hilarious to him personally. he is everything my autistic acearo ass needed and i’m so glad to have him

Favourite moment: all of them every single one. him putting juno in the trash is of course a classic and every moment jet chooses to be funny makes my heart happy, but also every piece of genuine advice he gives. i’m a particular fan though of buddy recounting her years in the lighthouse and him saying he became concerned when she didn’t come downstairs at the usual time. “you took the door off its hinges.” “i was deeply concerned.” king of understatement

Idea for a story: again no spoilers for you but..... tools of rust time loop au

Unpopular opinion: this isn’t “unpopular” as much as it is unknown but jet is buddy’s queerplatonic partner and i will keep saying it until everyone believes it

Favourite relationship: jet and buddy,,, just everything about them. the way he suspects when she’s lying, the way she makes tea for him when she expects him to drop by. the fact he comes to check on her when she is 41 seconds late to the family meeting because it’s unlike her to be late and the last time she was late for something her brain was turning to radiation soup. but most especially the way she snaps at him to stay out of her business and he said he could not because he made her promise eight years ago to never stay out of the business of her health, no matter how many times she asked. they r literally in a qpr

Favourite headcanon: i don’t think this is true but i still think it would be funny if the ruby-7 used to be painted red but when jet got it he had it painted green because he Just Really Likes Green (as evidenced by his hovercycle). it’s very funny to me.

BUDDY

First impression: it’s been a minute since i relistened to time gone by but i’m pretty sure the first thing she ever says in the podcast is sliding up to depressed accidental whiskey thief juno and say “that’ll be ten million creds,” scaring the shit out of him, so needless to say i was in love instantly.

Impression now: my love for buddy aurinko has only grown and if it sounds like i already said that in this post it’s because i did about juno and it’s appropriate because the parallels are astounding. the heart of it all gave us such depth to buddy’s internal monologue and why she always sounds like she knows exactly what to say and what that’s like and honestly will i ever be over the heart of it all as an episode? unlikely. i think i’m gonna have a little piece of it in MY heart forever.

Favourite moment: everything she’s ever said is iconic as hell i especially like “in an impressive fit of hubris i’ve decided not to prepare my words for this vow” which made me laugh out loud but once again i must give it up for her iconic “I WANT TO LIVE” moment. honourable mentions to her taking rita out for ice cream and giving juno shooting lessons while she’s in her actual wedding gown. i love her

Idea for a story: buddy and vespa as sun/moon dieties.... that’s all

Unpopular opinion: stop drawing her with a fancy high-tech eye like the theia!! it canonically looks like garbage and it’s described in detail, please, i’m dying, also don’t minimise her scars you bastards

Favourite relationship: buddy and vespa invented romantic love and the entire carte blanche crew’s relationship to her is great but you know by now i’m a slut for buddy & jet out-of-this-world queerplatonic partners. the way she checks in on him during tools of rust to make sure he’s not relapsing and he comes to find her when she is 41 seconds late in the heart of it all to make sure she’s not having a heart problem!! it’s the trust,, the devotion,, the mortifying ordeal of being known

Favourite headcanon: she can sing. absolutely tears it up at karaoke. i’m right

VESPA

First impression: knife lesbian goes STAB. she will heal your wounds but she will be threatening to give you more the whole time

Impression now: she is extremely strong, heart-rendingly tender, and despite being in the older half of the carte blanche crew somehow has unmistakable little sister energy which makes her downright hilarious. i’m so glad she got to marry buddy and they’re official space wives now they’re so good for each other

Favourite moment: both from shadows in the ship, either “GUN!!” “KNIFE?!” (iconic) or when she clocks the dark matters drone pretending to be juno because it called her crazy and juno wouldn’t call her crazy. i’m always a sucker for “shapeshifter fails to fool mark because they Know Each Other Too Well” and it was just *chefs kiss* so good

Idea for a story: i really want to write something about when she was first staying at the lighthouse with buddy post-reunion, and getting to know jet and stuff. i think it would be cute

Unpopular opinion: i know vespa doesn’t canonically have lots of scarring but people who don’t draw her with scarring? cowards.

Favourite relationship: once again, although buddy and vespa invented romantic love, i just love the dynamic between vespa and juno so much. they’ve come so far with each other and their weird sibling dynamic gives me life. at the end of what lies beyond when juno says “we’re not gonna kill her, vespa” and instead of sounding full of Rage and Suspicion she’s like “whyyy notttt?” and he’s like “because i said so!” and that’s just good enough for her even if she’s a bit grumpy about it. i love it.

this took.. a hot minute to do! jshkfjsdgsa thank you dyl ily <3

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