Cassian was one of the best Jaeger pilots of
the PPDC until, during a fight with a huge Kaiju, he felt his co-pilot dying.
Key was his best friend, his only friend, and Cassian never recovered, choosing
to retire, to escape far from the battlefield.
Burdened by self-pity and an oppressing sense of guilt, Cassian struggles to
survive, until one day General Saw Guerrera, his old boss’s co-pilot, finds
him, asking him to come back. They need pilots, all those they can find. They
The exact moment Cassian enters the Shatterdome he realizes he’s home.
Jyn Erso is Saw’s adoptive daughter and a great pilot. Or at least she is on
paper as Guerrera has always prevented her from piloting one of those metal
giants she loves so much. The official excuse? She’s not ready. In reality? He
just doesn’t want to lose the one member of the only family he’s ever had.
As Jyn and Cassian try to persuade Saw that they are drift compatible, Bodhi
Rook lab technician is trying to find a way to understand Kaiju’s attack’s
pattern. His research brings him face to face with organ smuggler and Kaiju enthusiast
Orson Krennik. Not his brightest moment.
Bonus: the mighty Jaeger known as Force Alpha is piloted by married couple Chirrut & Baze,
Jyn’s old friend and Cassian’s old acquaintances.
Jyn’s and Cassian’s Jaeger is called Rogue One by Bodhi, because “you are both
okay. okay i can’t just start this and not talk about my expectations from tv!lyra i usually try not to have expectations of any kind (see my approach to doctor who) but it’s impossible when it comes to my all time favorite female character so, @bbc -
give me a lyra who’s wild
give me a lyra who’s got torn, worn hand me down clothes and dirty knees and bruises and scratches all over
give me a lyra with twigs in her hair and stars in her eyes
give me a rude lyra, a lyra who yells, a lyra who doesn’t (and frankly, can’t) hide her emotions
give me a leader lyra, give me a decisive and arrogant lyra
give me a lyra who lies without hesitation, who lies like she’s been doing it all her life because she has, give me a deceiving and cunning 11 year old child
give me a lyra who’s still CHILDISH as hell, who looks up to the adults she admires like they’re magic, who bluntly acts like she can blend into societies she admires with varying degrees of success (mrs. coulter’s lifestyle, the gyptians, bolvanger - depends on how hard she’s trying to lie and whether she’s just trying to have fun or actually lying for her life)
give me lyra’s and pan relationship - something deeper than anything else
yet give me a lyra who seems so different from her daemon - from responsible, planner, voice of reason pan who always has to look out for her
YET give me lyra and pan who are children and play together and laugh together and act as the one whole being that they are
give me the lyra who drove jordan scholars mad
give me lyra who lad gangs of street urchins into wars
give me lyra who earned the respect and admiration of iorek byrnison, lee scoresby and serafina pekkala (two of which are monarchs)
“"What?” he asked, sounding nervous. “Nothing.” “Luce.” “I can’t get it out of my head,” she said, rolling over on her side to face him. She didn’t feel steady enough to sit up yet. “This feeling that I know you. That I’ve known you for a while.” The water lapped against the rock, splashing on Luce’s toes where they dangled over the edge. It was cold and spread goose bumps up her calves, Finally, Daniel spoke. ‘Haven’t we been through this already?“ His tone had changed, like he was trying to laugh her off. He sounded like a Dover guy: self-satisfied, eternally bored, smug.
Watching the movie for the umpteenth time so why not talk about it while I’m thinking about it:
This is one of those rare movie adaptations that’s as good or maybe (dare I say it?) even better than the book. The only thing that would make it better would be if they kept the part where Buttercup ran headlong into a tree and knocked herself out.
Wesley would make such an amazing Jedi??? The polite mannerisms, skill with a blade, the whole line, “you put down your rock and I’ll put down my sword and we’ll try to kill each other like civilized people.” Jedi Wesley!!
The six fingered guy would make such a great bassoonist. It’s honestly just really unfair that he has a genetic advantage like that while I struggled through woodwind methods so hard. I actually worked hard to learn to play bassoon and I’ll never be as good at it as that fictional guy.
Obviously I don’t like Vizzini as a person, but I do really appreciate him as a character. I hate villains that don’t do any of the work themselves, and then get overly upset when their little minions fail. Vizzini is already winning over half of all anime villains ever as well as like, 23% of all YA villains ever.
My name is Brain Ghost Dirk. You kissed my boyfriend. Prepare to die. (Made even better by the fact that there is almost no chance whatsoever that Arania would get that reference)
Humperdink is a horrible guy, and it’s really obvious that he doesn’t actually love Buttercup at all, but never let it be said that he isn’t actually smart. Dude wasn’t faking that genius plan to cause a war between the kingdoms, or those tracking skills.
All the music is historically inaccurate, but that doesn’t mean it’s bad. I like it actually.
If you’re watching this movie with someone, anyone at all, and they don’t do the “Mawwage” voice, they are not worthy company. Not at all my friend. If I were you I would politely demand that they leave
Unrelated but one time I was watching this movie with my sister and the power went out partway through, so we decided to act out the rest of it by ourselves. It was a trainwreck. At one point she was ‘playing’ Wesley and I was ‘playing’ Max and I tried to ‘feed’ her the chocolate pill but it was dark because there was no power, so I ‘fed’ it to her nose by accident.
I think the reason I adore Rogue One as much as I do is because, unlike the previous Star Wars movies, there’s no Chosen One. Having one is perfectly fine, and those movies are obviously fantastic too - but I just love how in Rogue One nobody is more important or ~special than the others. In the short time they are together they become a team, a crew, a family, each member as indispensable as the next. And even more importantly: they weren’t chosen AT ALL. They chose themselves. They saw an opportunity to Do Good and they just… did it.
It doesn’t kill me anymore to be “just friends” with you , and that makes me think I’m over you, over us. Maybe I am, maybe not, there’s no way to tell. But here is a list of things I’ll never admit to you:
i. In my bedside drawer, I still have the old bottle of deodorant that I used to wear when we had our summer romance because it reminds me of the beautiful beginning of our wild but innocent love. And once in a while, I like to inhale it all in and that puts a smile on my face, just like you used to.
ii. After you stopped teaching me your mother tongue, I fell in love with it. Even though you stopped recommending good movies, I continued on my own because I still craved to learn the language. I’m in love with those movies and the actors and the songs, and you’d be surprised if you knew how better I got at comprehending the language.
iii. I have never ever wished anything bad to happen to you, and even now, I want you to be really happy in life. I’m genuinely happy whenever our mutual best friend tells us you’re doing good, and I still rave about your achievements to everyone I know.
iv. Even though your mom hates me enough to tell you not to talk to me, the respect I have for her is beyond words. She’s one of the strongest people I know of to have survived everything life threw her way with her head held high, and bringing up an amazing person like you, simultaneously.
v. Just sometimes I still hug my pillow tight imagining it’s you as my eyes are closing because that gives me the feeling of safety and security and it reminds me of a time I felt intoxicated in love. It warms my heart.
vi. I haven’t heard your voice in more than three months but I remember the way your voice felt like silk saying my name, and the butterflies I felt in my stomach. I remember a lot of things you said that came straight out of your heart, and I feel lucky to have had that kind of young love.
Love fades and love stories are buried but the things you learnt from them and the feeling they gave you are for life.
Thank you for teaching me everything you did. I hope I too taught you something to remember me by.
This is like those old movies we both love. Now, I’m gonna tell you my whole plan, and then I’m gonna come up with some absurd and convoluted way to kill you, and you’ll find an equally as convoluted way to escape. Well, this ain’t that kind of movie.
Samuel L. Jackson as Richmond Valentine in Kingsman: the Secret Service (2014)