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Some Highlights from “The Music of Rogue One” Panel at SWCO17 (aka the panel that blew my mind)

So since I can’t find any filmed version of the “Music of Rogue One” panel with David W. Collins I’ll post some of the highlights here. I’m a music theory nerd myself but I was surrounded by people who have never paid attention to music analysis and were still moved to tears so I encourage everyone to check this out (and watch the panel please if it’s ever made available.)

  • the Panel began with Collins discussing the legacy of John Williams and the Star Wars main theme specifically. He discussed how it was originally meant to be Luke Skywalker’s theme, and how that interpretation can still hold true considering Star Wars is the Skywalker Saga
  • The coolest thing pointed out re the main theme is that it’s musical construction mirrors the structure of the Hero’s Journey, the monomyth structure that all of Star Wars revolves around. It rises suddenly with the call to adventure, then builds with the journey, drops during the abyss, is reborn with another musical rise, then returns to the beginning. Collins emphasized that Williams is without a doubt a musical genius and that Michael Giacchino had a big challenge in making a score that lived up to William’s legacy while standing on it’s own. This was a challenge he more than met, as this panel made clear.
  • Now moving on to Rogue One, Collin’s discussed the title theme “Hope.” This theme is clearly heard over the title of the film, during Jyn’s big speech to the Rebellion, and throughout the film.
  • Collins pointed out that, like the main Star Wars theme, “Hope” echos the structure of the film itself. There are heroic major key moments in the theme, but it ends in a melancholy way that almost sounds unfinished. It represents the sacrifice at the center of the film. This is a story of incredible heroism that merely paves the way for others to finish the journey. 
  • Collins moved on to discuss the musical themes for each character in Rogue One, with a lot of focus on Jyn’s theme. Jyn’s theme is the most frequently heard piece along with “Hope” in the film. In fact, we hear it three times in the film’s prologue alone.
  • The fascinating thing Collins pointed out is Giacchino’s use of Dies Irae throughout the score. Dies Irae, or Day of Wrath, is the medieval hym describing the end of the world. It is sung during funeral masses and musically is quoted widely to represent death
  • EVERY CHARACTER THEME IN ROGUE ONE IS STRUCTURED AROUND DIES IRAE. Jyn, Chirrut, Baze, even Krennic, ALL OF THEM
  • Giacchino was signaling from the beginning that this is a story about death. He wrote the sacrifice of these characters right into their themes.
  • A notable use of Dies Irae beyond character themes is it’s repetition as Cassian and Jyn begin to climb the tower in the archive during the climax. The first two notes of Dies Irae are repeated as they do so. When Krennic walks down the hallway with his Death Troopers, all three notes play (death literally chasing them). And when Jyn almost drops, than catches the data tapes, Dies Irae is replaced by “Hope”
  • Jyn’s theme in particular is a melancholy theme centered on Dies Irae, but with a lovely, lullaby like feeling. It tells you from the beginning that Jyn’s is a story of hope and inspiration but also death and sacrifice.
  • An interesting use of Jyn’s theme and “Hope” together is during Jyn’s speech to the Rebellion. First we here “Hope” swell as Jyn speaks to the Rebels. Then when her speech is shot down, the theme drops, replaced by Jyn’s theme. This represents that it is Jyn herself who inspires the sacrifice that will eventually bring on the Hope. Jyn is the hope.
  • Another mind blowing moment was a musical parallel that Collins pointed out with the character of Bodhi Rook. In the scene where he recalls his mission, repeating “I’m the pilot, I brought the message,” listen for the flutes. That exact same flute theme plays in A New Hope when Luke discovers Leia’s message hidden in R2. By doing this,  Giacchino is directly mapping the journey of “the message.” Bodhi receives the message of the Death Star and how it can be destroyed from Galen, he brings it to Jyn, who with Rogue One, transmit the message, which ends up in the hands of Leia, then to R2, then to Luke, who must return it to the Rebellion. Those flutes represent the origin of the message with Bodhi through to A New Hope.
  • This panel was full of mind blowing moments, but the most mind blowing moment by far was another musical connection to A New Hope. After we had become very familiar with Jyn’s theme over the course of the panel, Collin’s played a scene from A New Hope for us. It was the moment when Obi-Wan asks Luke to come with him to Alderaan and Luke resists. When Obi-Wan says he’s getting too old for this sort of thing, Jyn’s theme plays clearly under Luke’s hesitation. In the original context, a hint of Dies Irae was WIlliam’s way of foreshadowing Obi-Wan’s death, but after Giacchino used that musical queue to build Jyn’s theme, it suddenly has deeper meaning. It’s Jyn’s sacrifice calling to Luke, compelling him to be the hope she fought for. And it is connecting Obi-Wan’s eventual sacrifice with that of Jyn and her comrades.  
  • Collins also highlighted how Giacchino’s score for the final moments of the film, from Jyn’s confrontation with Krennic through the arrival of Vader and the death of Jyn and Cassian, is unconventional and incredibly effective. Jyn’s confrontation with Krennic is silent, no music, unexpected for such a key moment. Only when Cassian appears does the music return. And throughout the final sequence, as we witness horrifying destruction, death. the arrival of the Death Star and Vader’s Star Destroyer, the score stays distant, gentle, melancholy. It does not highlight the horror. It steps back and mourns over it, like the eyes of history or the Force itself, honoring the sacrifice. 
  • So yeah Giacchino’s score for Rogue One is brilliant, Williams’ music for Star Wars is brilliant, this panel was brilliant, and I can never get enough of analyzing Star Wars scores.
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So the one thing that I realized on this journey is that Uhura and Sulu have a lot in common. When it comes to just doing their duty. And really just their faith, they are very faithful to their crew, to Starfleet, to what they do. And I don’t know I guess it was really nice to see these two characters work together to… to get freedom for the crew. It’s pretty awesome. - Zoe Saldana

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“i have something to say…always, thank you”

when I get anxious I basically need to doodle very cute things

Since obs&bh is currently delayed and I will probably be off tumblr for the next little while for reasons relating to my personal life, I thought it would be fair to give you guys something chapter 9 related to tide you over for now. For every chapter of the fic, I write up chapter breakdowns while planning which set out the different sections of the chapter, usually relating to either scenes or set chunks of time and changes in character emotions/motivations. So as the first sneak peak into what obs&bh chapter 9 will look like (since I have no sneak peak of the actual chapter yet that I can give), here is the rough chapter breakdown for what you can expect to see once it is finally written

Also apologies to people involved in the fic ask game whose prompt is yet to be filled and anyone who has sent me an ask yet to be answered. I am intending to reply as soon as I get back and have some free time for tumblr again.

See you all soon xx

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Falling in love starts with, “Who the fuck is this?” - Louis CK

An excerpt from the Star Wars celebration 2016

Addressing Ashley Eckstein/Ahsoka Tana directly, Filoni commented:

This was a confrontation I told you about.  This was a moment when Ahsoka was actually protecting the Holocron vault by impaling her lightsaber into this doorway to melt it shut, and Sidious was actually on the other side of this big door sending Force lightning up her lightsaber blade and out the other side to attack her.  So there was this… That was as close to a confrontation between the two of them that we got…there was a barrier between them.  That would have been a cool effect.  You don’t want to fight that.  You’d probably lose that one, so the door is good.  The door is good for you.

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“Just the idea that in the background they’re, like, basically ‘I love you. I love you.’..” (star trek 2009 commentary)

Stargazing

Draco walked outside, wearing nothing but  a thin shirt to keep out the cold december night. He vaguely realised in the back of his mind that being anywhere but his bed right now was a bad idea, with this amount of sleeping draught circulating through his veins. Who knew what would happen if he fell asleep in the snow.

Draco didn’t care, however. The fog in his head was only pierced by one thought: At least I want to see the stars one last time. One more moment under the stars before everything collapses.

Lying on his back, the cold soaked his clothes, his skin, his bones, his heart, his soul. Why was he still alive? Why had he survived where others didn’t? Why had they suffered for someone too afraid to live?

Grey eyes that felt like dying sought the sky, until they found what they were looking for; Regulus. Sirius’ brother had become a bit of a hero for Draco. He’d done what Draco couldn’t, had seen evil and fought it.

I’m so sorry, big guy. So sorry. Where you struggled, I thrived. Where you died, I survived. Where you chose wisely, I made grave mistakes. I can never right what I did wrong, never forget what I did nor move past it.

Steadily Draco’s breath slowed down, his chest barely moving amidst the winter landscape. Frozen eyelashes fluttered shut one last time, thin ice sheets taking shape, holding them closed until the morning sun would melt them with her powerful beams. They would bring life to this planet, to this village, to this place. But not to his body. Not anymore. Not if Draco had any say in it.


Soft lips, curly black hair, a blazing fire of hope behind emerald eyes. Beams of sunlight would not meet Draco’s eyelashes that morning. Instead, they met him.

“Good morning sunshine.” A worried smile on cracked lips, deep rings of fatigue accompanying a tired gaze, liquid relief dripping from whispered words of greeting. Harry.

A tidal wave of feelings hit Draco square in the chest, so much it physically hurt. He curled up like a ball, pulling Harry’s hand and then entire arm with him under the duvet of his hospital bed. The guilt that ate away at him from the inside had overwhelmed him again last night. He honestly preferred the cruciatus curse over this.

The desperation with which he clung to this man, his man, was just as painful for Harry to watch. Months it had taken him to coax the blond out of hiding, telling him it was okay, no one would have acted differently had they been in Draco’s position. Even the ministry had eventually agreed to this, and dropped all charges against him.

Draco could just never see it that way. Hadn’t he been a bully before? Hadn’t he helped Umbridge? Hadn’t he tried to scare Harry off his broom in third year?

Maybe he wasn’t a terrorist, but he was no  nice person either. So many of his friends had been so much better, smarter, nicer, more deserving people than him. More deserving to be here. More deserving to live. More deserving to be loved.

Why can’t he see I shouldn’t be here? Why didn’t he leave me in that fire? Why won’t he just let me go?

At the same time Harry couldn’t let him go, and not just because Draco held his arm in a deadlock. If he could do this, if he could make Draco willing to live again, make him happy…

Harry’s childhood had been many things, but normal wasn’t one of them. This person, this man, had been the only normal thing in his life. His enemy in a non psycho-killer way, his sports rival, his first crush. He’d made himself belief that if he could act on this one normal thing, all would somehow be less traumatic. A way to get something positive out of the war. A way to stay sane amidst the madness.

“It’s alright love.” Harry kissed Draco’s forehead. “It’s okay. I found you. I will always find you when you’re hurting. Always come when reason fails you.”

“It’s not reason failing me, Potter.” Ouch, that hurt. He never called him Potter unless he was trying to get rid of the man who saved him. Saved them all.

“It’s you reason has failed. You who should leave, should have left me. You who should be happy. You who should be anywhere but here.” His voice was steered away from trembling with difficulty, but Harry knew it was broken. Broken like he would have been, had he not found the blond last night.

“Even if all of that is true, love, where else should I find happiness but here? With you?” Harry had no shame in letting his tears run free. Sometimes Draco would kiss them away. “I am happy only when I’m with you. I don’t keep you around for you. I keep you around for me.”

Now Draco knew his boyfriend was lying, Harry was way to selfless for that. He looked up to say just that, but was met with a kiss so hard, so desperate, so powerful, he was knocked back into this pillow. Harry moved and was soon on top of him. He knew damn well Draco could not handle this weight pressing on top of him, could not handle his guilt, his emotions, without Harry as a counterweight. As a reversed ocean, where you only drowned if your head broke the surface, and love was found at the bottom.

Draco sunk like a rock.

“I will not leave.” Harry whispered when they broke apart for breath.

“I will never not save you.” He said after a second kiss.

“I will be happy.” Brushing blond hairs away, pressing a kiss on his forehead.

“With you.” He forced the blond to look at him, holding Draco’s face in place with just a bit too much force.

“And I will never. Ever. Be anywhere but here.” Harry pressed his hand on Draco’s chest. On Draco’s heart.

“With you.”


Posted it again because I made some minor changes to the first part. Hope you like it…

this is for @believeinlostsouls @a-girl-who-doesnt-care @143amberrose and a special thanks to my semi beta @honestlywhythough

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“Nearly all men can stand adversity,
but if you want to test a man’s character
give him… a blanket.” (slightly changed quote by A. Lincoln)

If Julian and Garak had a relationship on DS9, Julian would constantly go to Jadzia for advice. There’s just too much baggage and pain between them for him to not go to someone. She’s so experienced and he’s already opened up to her a lot via conversations and the medical school notebooks, so that candidness is super easy for him. She swears to keep it a secret, but occasionally speaks to Sisko privately about matters so Sisko knows that Julian’s okay. He occasionally passes fatherly advice through Jadzia about self-care and healthy habits and getting distance when fights get bad so lines aren’t crossed. Garak knows what’s going on but says nothing because they advice they give is actually helping their relationship and himself.

Next To Me ~ Stan Uris x Reader

Originally posted by the-losers-clubs

My feet barely touched the ground as I ran through The Barrens. The sticky heat was making it harder for me to keep going. The only motivation I had was Henry Bowers and his lackeys. They had cornered me outside the library. Henry was trying to get me to tell him where Ben was so he could go and ‘kick his head in’ and I had spat on him and made a run for it. 

“COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE BITCH!” I heard Henry bellow from behind me, “YOU CAN’T RUN FOREVER!”
“EAT SHIT HENRY!” I screamed back, not daring to turn around in fear I’d stop running

My lungs were burning and I could use a hit of Eddie’s aspirator, but I could see the bridge and I decided to keep running until I got there. I almost made it too, if it wasn’t for someone grabbing my ponytail and yanking me back. I stopped dead in my tracks. He’d got me.

“I told you,” Henry growled, breathing heavily, “That you couldn’t run. Now, how’s about you tell me where that fat fuck Ben is hiding?”

You knew that Ben was hiding out at the cinema with Eddie and Richie, but you weren’t going to tell him that.

“I’m not going to tell you, asshole, so why don’t you go and fuck yourself.”

Henry was still gripping my hair, but with his free hand he reached back and smacked me straight across the face. I didn’t understand the true meaning of 'seeing stars’ until that moment. He did it with so much force that he knocked me over. He then brought his foot into my stomach causing me to scream in agony. I had never felt such a pain. 

“Watch it fuckface. Next time I see you I’ll give you a whole lot worse. Now tell me where he is. This is your last chance.”

Despite the warm blood running down the side of my face I still had the sense not to tell him because now he was all riled up, and Ben would get a hell of a lot worse than me.

“He-he’s in the children’s library.” I stuttered
“That’s all you needed to tell me.”

And with that, he ran off back towards the library. I guessed that when he got to the library and realised that I’d lied to him, Henry would come and find me with a brand new, much worse attitude and I baseball bat. Slowly, I stood up, wobbling on my feet. My head was pounding and I knew that at some point fairly soon I was going to throw up. There was only one place I could think of going, and that was to Stan’s. I began walking.

“Y/NNNNNNNN…”

I knew that voice anywhere. And I was in The Barrens. Alone. Near the bridge. I cursed myself and the situation I was in, but the one thing I would not do was show my fear.

“Y/N! Don’t ignore me. I bought you some candy floss! It’s your favourite but your mother doesn’t let you eat it because she says it will rot your teeth. If you come with me you can have as much as you want!”

I saw It on the other side of the stream. It would probably only take It seven seconds or so to get to me. It had its hideous suit with orange pom poms on of course, but it wasn’t human. It was a swarm of moths and insects that were shaped like a body, held together by the suit. A dirty great swarm of my greatest fear, flapping around, ready to land on me and eat me like they do clothes in the closet. I wanted to scream but I had no voice. It was like ice was coursing through my veins, going straight to my heart. I could hear them flapping their ugly, brown wings and their little legs rubbing together as they flew. Moths. I hated them.

Before they got any closer I turned and ran, back the way I came and towards Stan’s neighbourhood. As I hauled myself through the long grass I forgot about the pain that Henry caused me and thought about the cluster of insects behind me and how it would feel to be trapped in the middle of them. It would be hot and musty and dark. They’d be all over my skin, flapping their wings. They’d be in my hair and on my face, in my mouth going down my throat. I was sick as I ran. Considering what was at my heels and the fact I couldn’t hold it in any longer, I didn’t have another choice. 

“Y/NNNNN!”

I was out! I had made it. But I didn’t dare stop running. Not until I got to the Uris’ front door. Stan opened the door smiling, but that was soon gone when he saw the sight of me.

“Y/N?! What happened to you?! Come inside!”

I immediately felt better when I went in. It was like everything bad was left outside the front door. Stan took me upstairs to the bathroom and we sat on the edge of the bath while he dabbed at my bloody face with a damp washcloth.

“What happened to you?”
“Well,” I let a tear run down my face which didn’t go unnoticed, “Henry wanted to know where Ben was and I wouldn’t tell him, so I spat on him and ran to The Barrens with him not far behind. I almost got away but he grabbed me and smacked me across the face so hard that I fell over. Then he kicked me in the stomach.”
“Oh, Y/N-”
“And then I saw It. It was standing on the other side of the stream but I was a massive swarm of-”
“Moths?” Stan knew my biggest fear and I knew his
“Yeah. And I didn’t stop running until I got here, to you.”
Stan looked horrified and angry at the same time.
“I hate Henry Bowers so much. Look what he’s done to you. And It. We need to tell Bill about this tomorrow.”
“Why not now?”
“Because you need to rest, that’s why Y/N. Now, wait right here while I go and get you some clean clothes. How about a shower?”
“Stan, I wouldn’t want to impose on you-”
“Nonsense. Let me do this for you, please.”
“Okay.”

Stan went to get me some clothes and while he did, I thought about how I had narrowly escaped with my life today. Twice. Stan came back in with some of his underwear and one of his t-shirts. I knew it was going to be massive on me.

“How about you take a bath, and I’ll make us something to eat?”
“Stan,” I smiled, “You really don’t need to do all of this for me. I can just go home.”
“Let me do this for you. I want to, and I need to know that you’re okay.”
“Thanks, Stan.”

So Stan Uris ran me a bath and went to make us something to eat. As I eased myself into the hot water, I wondered how the hell I was in this situation. An hour ago I was reading in the library and now I was taking a bath at Stan Uris’ house because I almost got killed twice. It was times like these that made me fucking hate Derry.

When I got out of the bath twenty minutes later the water was murky with dry blood and dirt. I slipped into what Stan had left me and brushed through my wet hair with the comb in the vanity. Stan’s parents definitely weren’t home. As it still hurt to walk, I made my way down to the kitchen slowly and sat at the table. Stan turned around and smiled.

“Are you feeling better? I’ve got some aspirin here. You should take a couple once you’ve eaten.”
“Thank you so much for all this, Stan.”
“Of course.”
Stan put a bowl of steaming soup and toasted soldiers in front of me along with a glass of milk. He sat across from me and watched me eat with a concerned look on his face. When I was finished he took both of my hands in his. I was surprised, to say the least.

Stan cleared his throat. “I don’t know if this is a good time, but when will it ever be if not now? I’m just going to come out and say it, but for a while now I’ve liked you as a lot more than a friend. I’ve been slowly falling in love with you, and I know there’s a lot going on right now, but I think that if you feel the same way, nothing else should matter.”

I was stunned. I knew for a while now that I had felt differently towards Stan than I had with any of the others, but I never would have thought that he felt the same way.

“Me too, Stan. Me too. I think we need to be there for each other now more than ever. Just like now.”

I let go of Stan’s hands and went around to his side of the table. I pulled him up so he was standing and kissed him lightly on the lips. We were both smiling. I couldn’t wait to tell Bev that I’d just had my first kiss with Stan, but most importantly, I couldn’t wait to go forward, knowing that whatever happened to us all in the months to come, Stanley Uris would always be standing right next to me.

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