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Got a third Rogue One viewing in

Because the final brother had to see it and I had my readmission ticket carefully hoarded from last year.

He complained.

You all can profit though because I took still more notes during the movie:

• I noticed this time that there are actually four people in the movie who wear red accents on their clothing: Chirrut, Baze, Lyra, and Baby Jyn has a red lining in her jacket. When Kaytoo knocks her to the ground as an adult, you can see she still has a red lining in her jacket.
Assuming red lining as a force metaphor, that means there are four* force-sensitive people in the movie, and all four of them wear a bit of red somewhere.
(*Apparently Lyra being force sensitive is a Catalyst detail so I can’t confirm this, but it would help explain why she’s a Kyber expert.)

• the child Jyn saves in the Jedha City marketplace also wears a splash of red and so does her mother (? What?)

• Cassian’s source at the start apparently met Bodhi and Bodhi’s the one who called the Death Star a “Planet Killer”?

• Bodhi’s reward is 600 credits.

• Saw’s entire role in the movie is set up to parallel Darth Vader’s role in the trilogy, hence the interrogation scene, the reunion with a child-figure who changes him, and his decision to embrace his destiny. Saw’s whole arc is a micro-Vader arc, which is great because Saw himself was trained by Anakin.

• Saw’s Rebels roll their grenades under tanks–a technique They used originally against Droidekas.

• while I originally thought Chirrut said they were no friends of Saw Gererra’s, on a later viewing, he’s actually saying they’re no friends of the Empire. (Oops. My bad. I also though Chirrut and Baze ran hanging on to one another and I can see now it’s just the way Chirrut his to hold his staff and the angle of the camera. Sorry, guys.)

• Chirrut definitely followed them because of Jyn’s Crystal. In fact…those two get drawn together a lot. (I feel a lot less weird about having them be BFFs in the modern AU now and also genuinely think that’s a master and apprentice type bond if anyone cares to write that in on an “everyone lives” AU.)

• Saw, like Galen, also says not a day goes by that he doesn’t think of Jyn. But the only reason he shows her father’s message to her is because she says she doesn’t want to fight.
He DOES however, as her what she wants before asking more specifically if she cares about the cause.

• which brings me to another point: Galen sent Saw the message because he assumed Jyn would still be with him.

• when Bodhi is called back to his identity, he’s called back by Cassian asking “Galen Erso. You know that name?” Before asking him if he’s he Pilot.

• When Jyn collapses, I’d assumed it was from her father’s message but actually, it takes place while Jedha City is being destroyed and so could be a force backlash of the deaths.

• Jyn looks back for Saw as his compound is collapsing.

• actually Chirrut looks pretty undecided about what he wants to do when Jyn up and leaves to do her thing and track down her dad. That’s before he decides to follow her and before all the stuff about how he believes her.

• after the whole “I don’t need luck” thing where Baze ends up following his bro who’s following some girl, Baze complains “We’ve come too far.”
Chirrut replies with “Patience, my friend.”
And bro. If the force set up my good dads to singlehandedly lay waste to an army, I gotta get on that. Because the force also gave Chirrut a shot that used a tie fighter to take out a turret, followed by Baze gunning down an entire squad. All because of a pretty girl with a necklace.
If Baze and Chirrut hadn’t followed Jyn, she and Cassian would have probably died.

• Cassian’s entire reaction to hearing the squadron’s on it’s way is “NO! JYN’S DOWN THERE!” (Which also means that if she’d stayed out where he’d asked her to be, things would have been fine by his definition of fine.)

• Krennic makes a point of telling Galen he killed Saw on Jedha and laid waste to the whole city, and Galen’s expression makes clear he thinks his daughter’s dead. (Seriously, it took me three viewings to pick up on that.)

• Galen. dies knowing his daughter’s alive, and overjoyed because she’s going to fulfill his work and he has so many things to tell her. (aw.)

• When they lift off after her father’s dead, the first person Jyn goes to is Chirrut. (Just. That silent moment right there was so much. Man. It was a good, strong, platonic hand clasp between two people who had just been through some shit and had been dead honest about it with one another. man.)

• Similarly, the first person to look for hope and ask “what kind of a weakness?” About the Death Star is Baze.
The fucking atheist.
Who hates the Empire so much he’s ready to strangle a kid in the wrong uniform through the bars of a jail cell.
Baze Malbus in a nutshell right there: he’s tired, he’s lost his home, he just got done following his best friend/whatever into the pouring rain, and the moment someone says they might have a way to make it all slightly less bleak after he says it’s pretty bleak, he warily asks how.
Baze Malbus, my internet people: the man with the gun who wants to believe but doesn’t want to be called on it.

• When Cassian points out he didn’t have to make the calls he did and he didn’t take that shot he could have, he turns to Bodhi and asks, “Did I?” And Bodhi flinches hard.

• While Cassian calls Jyn hardest on her white feminist shit, he’s also the person who makes the most effort to support her and make her feel at home within the alliance. Seriously. This guy. Like…he didn’t resonate with me at all at first because he’s supposed to be this off-putting assassin type with a soft voice, but he…like, he has a genuine heart to him at times and he doesn’t have to. And I don’t think Jyn really notices or appreciates that because she’s always been special and valued?
A lot of what Cassian is is self-made, but those people who showed up because they weren’t proud of what they’d done showed up for Cassian. This guy was a Fulcrum Agent serving in recruitment, and I can kind of see why.
He knows how people work, and I like that he was allowed to get the last word in just to say he didn’t have to talk his way out of justifying what he did because he did it.

• As the movie goes on Bodhi’s imperial shoulder insignia gets dirtier and dirtier, by the point of his death, it’s almost black.

I’m sure there’s more but that’s what I got this time.

Plots I would really like for 2k17:

  • Beauty and the Beast. IDC whether it’s like a modern AU or olden times or twisted, but I just want to use Jason Momoa as the Beast because he’s so pretty.
  • Hogwarts!Clizzy. That’s it. I’ll play either one, I don’t care.
  • Any kind of coffee shop AU basically.
  • Bob Morley as James Potter and Lindsey Morgan as Lily Evans. I want it, I cannot be persuaded against these faces.
  • Anything with Dominic Sherwood/Sarah Hyland FCs.
  • A Thousand Years type plot where our muses keep getting reincarnated and falling in love but something ALWAYS SEEMS TO GO WRONG even though they’re clearly soulmates.
  • Drug dealer falls in love with a cop’s daughter.
  • Basically any royalty/medieval plot.
  • All the Disney plots.
  • Our muses both work in tv and they hate each other but OH HEY THEY’RE CAST AS ROMANTIC COLEADS.

When you look at SM boy group concerts when they first started it. But then you look at their concerts now, and they be wild’n, taking they shirts off dancing…….and you realize that NCT in a few years gon b doing the same.

anonymous asked:

Do you have a take on Ryan's tragic backstory? (I know you said you actually have a nicer background for him but i thought you might have a dark version too!)

 Anonymous said: What are some of your head cannons for FAHC Ryan?

Ryan didn’t set out to be what he became. Few children dream of becoming devastation. It’s a trope that is thrown around in all kinds of media – redeemable bad guy, killer with a heart of gold. How quaint. Like most things, the real life version is so much darker.

There’s something bleak and awful in a world renown mercenary who still feels for every victim. Something inescapably tragic in finding satisfaction in an act so personally distasteful. Because Ryan’s never been cruel, exactly. Would never dream of torturing an animal, of hurting a child. Doesn’t even enjoy the majority of the dirty work he’s surrounded himself in. Which isn’t to say he doesn’t enjoy any of it. Doesn’t get some level of dark gratification from his own competence, from the fear he’s sown, the reputation he’s nurtured, the safety he’s crafted from blood-soaked screams and scorched white bones. There was a time when the Vagabond was truly as dispassionate as they say, but since joining the Fake AH Crew the mercenary certainly lived up to the gang’s notorious affinity for flare; Ryan always was a bit theatrical, and the only thing worse than an apathetic killer is one who can see the morbid humour in it all.

Ryan’s criminal career actually begins years before the Vagabond crashed into being. Started like so many others; young and bored, too clever for his own good and desperate for a way to prove it. He drifts into a group who wanted bigger, wanted better, wanted a life society told them was forbidden. It would be easy to say he got caught up in the wrong crowd, pulled along in their wake, but it wouldn’t be accurate. Ryan has been many things but never meek. Never a blind follower. Ryan who could never settle for simply trusting what others tell him, never believing in absolutes he hasn’t tested for himself. Not when he could find another way around, a way under, when he could take the problem apart and find a solution no one else ever expected.

So he joined, he fit in, he rose and he flourished. Ryan wasn’t a killer back then, criminal yes but not a mercenary; they were thieves mostly, would posture and swagger and inflate their own egos but they kept away from the big gangs. At least at first. Because sooner or later things are going to go south and it wasn’t pretty when they did. The group fractures, those who can flee back to their old lives, or into the relative safety of bigger crews, and those left behind have blood on their hands and a bounty on their heads.

Taking a life isn’t quite as difficult as Ryan had anticipated. Awful, of course, and not something he would do without necessity, but the time for scruples has surely passed and if death is what it takes for the last dregs of his gang to live then Ryan will paint the streets red. It’s wrong, he knows. It’s bad, immoral, everything people aren’t meant to be; it’s wrong and Ryan does it anyway. Figures morality is all well and good but won’t help at all if they’re all dead.

For a while it works, their group is small but it’s solid, together they were magnificent. Not that anyone cares about all that, not when the story everyone knows comes after. Comes, of course, with the birth of the Vagabond.

It’s no real surprise that the prominent story surrounding the origin of the most notorious mercenary in the country is as dark and unforgivable as the man himself. A tale of betrayal, of protecting his identity by wiping out all who knew him before the mask, making a name off of the death of those he once called friends. It’s chilling, horrifically fitting and almost entirely untrue; the crew dies, yes, treachery as the hands of one of their own but Ryan is not their Judas.  

The man who traded away their lives for the right price was Ryan’s best friend in all the world, close enough to call brother, someone he trusted so blindly he’d let himself be beaten half to death before he even thought about retaliating. The only crew blood on Ryan’s hands was, it turns out, the most undeniably clean-cut case of self defence, not that it matters in the long run. Not when it plays out in the dark, out of sight, without witness. Not when he’s the only one who walks away, the one who dons a mask and buries his name, retreats from humanity and loses all semblance of mercy. Against all odds Ryan managed to survive. The man he had once been did not.

The story takes on a life of its own and the Vagabond does nothing to stop it; he is, after all, a killer. People should fear him, should run and hide and pray he doesn’t darken their doors. He killed a man who he loved dearly; what line was there left to cross? What sin could be thought too great?

Free from distraction the Vagabond throws himself into his work, takes job after job and sets to building the most terrifying image possible, a reputation full of atrocities which grow with every telling. There are no weak spots for his enemies to target, no useless emotions dragging him down; they say he’s heartless, say he’s inhuman, call him evil, call him corruption, call him nightmare. Eventually Ryan grows used to the way people shudder when they see him, confident in his talents and comfortable with his image. He finally acclimatises to the way mirrors reflect nothing but a cold black skull, and perhaps he couldn’t quite call himself happy but he isn’t exactly displeased with his life.

It becomes cathartic in it’s own way, a sense of satisfaction born from devastation, a sort of peace found in ruin. It makes him his own kind of damaged Ryan knows. Makes him unfixable, maybe. Or maybe it’s that thought in and of itself that condemns him, self awareness of his own desecration, a self fulfilling future of irredeemable wrongness. Either way he knows there’s no going back to how he was. Either way he knows, deep down, that he isn’t sure he wants to. Isn’t sure he’d take back soft, harmless Ryan even if he could, even with the nightmares, the fear and self doubt, the guilt. The glaring absence of guilt.

Ryan isn’t ashamed of what he is, of who he became. He can track his path directly, has run his choices over and over in his mind and comes to the same solutions every time; the Vagabond has always acted with intention. Ryan has always done what he needed to, what he wanted to, always evolved and advanced and overcome. So he isn’t ashamed, but he’s not always proud either. Not always confident that a life spent doing what is necessary rather than what is right is a life worth preserving.  

It’s easier now, in the island of misfit toys, the family of selfish entertainment and bloodstained choices. Easier to justify the savagery of necessity when it is more than just his own life he is protecting, more than just his personal goals he is chasing. In the FAHC Ryan has found the acceptance he never knew he wanted, rekindled emotions he’d have sworn were beaten out of him in a dark alley all those years ago. Like stitching together a ragged wound he’d borne for so long he’d forgotten how to live without it; the scars would never truly fade away, still twinge on the worst days, but all of a sudden he’s faced with a life free of constant misery.

There is no way to repay them for that, for showing him a world where death and joy do not cancel each other out, soothing his conflictions without changing who he has become, for kinship between the equally wicked. Ryan knows they believe he’d die for them, and he would. Would jump right in with eyes wide open, just as self-aware as when he let’s Geoff make a show of his obedience, let’s Jack drag him out looking for ridiculously specific vehicles or let’s Jeremy tag in on a job he could have handled alone. As when he slows down a new trick Michael’s covertly trying to replicate or resigns himself to indentured servitude when Gavin plays him like a puppet; affection clearer in action than he could ever conceptualise in speech, trusting his team to understand.

What they don’t seem to understand is the fact that, if they needed him to, he would do so much more than die for them. To die is nothing, is brief sacrifice, but Ryan would ruin. Would create and destroy and conqueror. Were he asked to he would tear down the whole world around them, set it alight and shelter them from the blaze; a level of devotion that scares even himself when he considers it late at night, beyond thankful for their ignorance. Well, Geoff probably knows, something dark and thoughtful in his eyes when he looks at Ryan, something deeply confident in Ramsey when he commands the Vagabond. Assurance that no threat is idle, no harrowing claim is merely theatrics, and that knowledge alone should be enough to send Ryan running, to remind him of what happens when he lets down his guard, but it doesn’t, not anymore. Not since he recognised the clear display of trust in all that conviction, relishing in the opportunity to prove himself worthy; eyes alight with dangerous promise he now merely looks back at Geoff and has faith.

It’s not perfect; no matter how happy he is with his crew Ryan will still lose himself inside his own head sometimes, a place no other can follow, no other can ever truly understand. For all he is the ghoul in the nightmares of so many others Ryan never could quite extinguish his own demons. After all this time he still goes back and considers all his choices, still asks himself endless questions, gives endless answers, constantly assessing his place in the world, his counts and tallies, his debt. It’s how he reassures himself of the truth.

Did he make mistakes?


Does he have regrets?


Does death haunt him?


Did he choose this?


Is he monstrous?


Would he do worse?


Does he love them?


Did they destroy him?


Does he love them?


Will he destroy them?


Does he love them?


Is it worth it?


Are they worth it?


Is he worth it?


Is he worth it?

One of my favourite things about Falsettos getting a revival is how different it is from the original production. I mean, fundamentally the plot is the same, but there are little differences that I think improve upon the show as a whole. 

Example: Marvin and Whizzer’s relationship in 1992 was very subdued. They talked about their passionate love affair, and you had no doubt they were together but it just didn’t seem like they had the spark they claimed to have. There were a few moments (the racquetball games, What More Can I Say?, the baseball game) where I could believe it but for the most part I didn’t pick up on it. But in the revival (which I haven’t even seen, by the way, just GIFs and a few clips) Christian Borle and Andrew Rannells are all over each other. They’re just…touching all the time, in the over-stated, passionate way I’d expect from any love affair that Whizzer Brown has. And the same can be said for Charlotte and Cordelia, to a lesser extent. I had no trouble seeing that Charlotte and Cordelia were in love, but it’s more present, more visible in the revival. And other little things too (like Stephanie J. Block saying the word dicks)

My point is that there are differences between the revival and the original production that I think boil down to when they were made. We’re more relaxed with what we allow in our media these days. We no longer balk at the image of two men nearly making out on stage, we don’t titter at the same words we used to (i.e. the word dicks) and we don’t have the same opinions we used to have about…everything. So it gives us a little more freedom, a little more room to push the envelope a little and I think that’s lovely. 

me: had a cute italian waiter at a pizza restaurant

me, after i left the restaurant: it is my destiny to learn italian. how did i ignore it all these years? i was young, ignorant, and stupid. italian is the language of pizza and love. i must learn it. italian is such a beautiful language, it makes my soul grow lighter, it-


Q: When do you feel stressed? 

“I feel stressed because of work,but then again resting and not working is like a torture to me because you have time to think about things. I think I like being “crazy busy” better. After promoting for a long time,we had a year long hiatus. I had a lot of time to think about stuff. My personality is to constantly pick things about myself,I make myself tired from it. I couldn’t bear to go outside,I just …I couldn’t sleep because of all the thoughts in my mind,I wanted to sleep somehow. Whenever I talk about my problems to other celebrity colleagues they just say “ Well you’re SNSD” and when I talk to my seniors about it they tell me that this is the best part of my career which makes me feel as if I can’t tell someone how I feel comfortably .”

to the people telling me “boycotting ‘the forest’ won’t do anything”

you’re excused

I reached 2k followers several months ago (Thank you so much again!♥♥) but I forgot to do a second Follow Forever. While you still wait till I get a job and do the giveaway you deserve, let me thank all those people and blogs that I love.

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So hurrah! Three years on and it’s easier to walk up the stairs, fit into a plane seat and find clothes that don’t have to be adjusted by my mum! I have by no means a perfect body but it is, thankfully, somewhat healthier and fitter. It was a tough realisation in which I essentially had to change my priorities completely and it left me with a lot of confusion about myself… what I like doing, ideas for future plans etc BUT looking at this now I can tell you it’s been worth every
“no thank you” and bead of sweat, and it will never stop being
a challenge and that’s okay. 

So make 2017 all that you want it to be, for the sake of your health, both mental and physical. Don’t feel guilty about taking time on yourself; self care is important. And celebrate every victory great or small!

Still here, still living. Life is good.


smart and smooth way to avoid giving speech by choi seunghyun


  • The Man on the Island
  • Varric and Solas Party Banter
  • Solas: Do you ever miss life beneath the earth? The call of the Stone?
  • Varric: Nah. Whatever the Stone - capital S - is, it was gone by the time my parents had me.
  • Solas: But… do you miss it?
  • Varric: How could I miss what I never had?
  • Varric: But say I did have that sense, that connection to the Stone. What would it cost me?
  • Varric: Would I lose my friends up here? Would I stop telling stories?
  • Varric: I like who I am. If I want to hear songs, I’ll go to a tavern.
  • Solas: You are wiser than most.

(transcript of the the rest of the banter under the cut)

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