wait, what's the difference between Cassian's real age and the age they say he is?
I’m assuming this is in response to my tags about the amazing @notbecauseofvictories thing I reblogged about Cassian and Mon Mothma, because I vaguely remember typing something like that, but it might not have been; regardless, if anyone reading this diatribe hasn’t read it, they should go do that.
Diego Luna is 36. 37 now. Born in 1979, just like me. Look at him, look at his face as he plays Cassian; he has creases around his eyes and the bones of his face are sharp in a way they weren’t when Diego Luna was in his mid-20s. He’s beautiful, he’s not young, he’s weathered and sharp and his life is engraved on his face. He’s not old, but he’s not young. I can’t find the still I want: it’s when Jyn has the blaster and he tells her to give it to him, and she slyly says “Trust goes both ways” and he stares at her for a moment. Every minute he has lived shows in his face in that shot, every moment of pure agonizing bullshit he has ever weathered is just right there to see, and it’s fucking amazing. It’s like a half-second acting clinic in Having A Face While Being In Your Late Thirties And Having Seen Some Shit. It’s absolutely what I wish I could do with my face. (I can’t. I have zits and wrinkles at the same time. No one takes me seriously, I get carded for booze, and I’m also old enough to be invisible. it’s amazing.) I can’t find it, so have this still instead.
According to Wookieepedia and various promotional materials, Cassian Andor is 26.
It’s not… impossible… for a man of 26 to look like that but… why…
I’ve just done the Extra™ thing and looked up what Diego looked like when he was 26.
As someone of Diego’s actual age, I feel like that matters. I understand, Cassian would lead a more weathering life than Diego presumably has (I actually don’t really know his RL business but I’m assuming it involved a lot less murder and espionage, and I’m super sorry if that’s an incorrect assumption, but come on Diego is a human sunshine muffin I’m not drawing this out of thin air here).
He’s still not a baby in this photo, of course. He has lines around his eyes, a little bit. Probably if he were frowning his forehead would have some of that crease in it that Cassian has in every frame (because he is frowning in every frame, but, you know). But his cheekbones are still smoothly hidden under softness, there are no hollows above his jaw, he’s soft and smooth and pretty and it doesn’t take anything away, he just doesn’t have as many lived moments in his face to turn wearily on Jyn and visibly decide that he just has no fucks left to give over whether she shoots him or not.
Anyway! A bunch of us writer types were sort of just assuming that Cassian was played by an actor about his age, and have constructed headcanons accordingly, and they are way more interesting headcanons I think than him being a murder baby! It’s the sort of thing, I admit, that at 26 I would have been like “what does it matter” but now that I am 37 I am like “no it matters a bunch, honey”.
ALSO FELICITY JONES is 33 and I was SO EXCITED that they had a heroine over 30 but NO, Jyn is supposed to be like 20 or whatever, WTF. WTF! WTF! Ugh. COME ON, LET WOMEN AGE. It’s bad enough the only women in star wars have to be under five-three and brunette with large eyes and wide mouths but now they also have to be under 30 whether or not their actress is. (CARRIE FISHER WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME.)
Obviously the casting people weren’t really thinking “not every adventure has to happen to Very Young Adults” which is what I was so excited about, they were thinking “These Hot Young People Should Be Played By Hot Slightly-Older People Because Adventure Makes You Look Slightly Older Than You Are”, which is bullshit.
Jyn is a (sometimes) reformed criminal who fell in love with the man across the interrogation desk. What follows is a spontaneous wedding and a marriage full of words left unsaid. The world doesn’t end when they break up, but the road to a happier life (and, perhaps, back to each other) is a long and winding one.
“…Paladin, you are not chosen, because there is nothing to choose you. You are swimming further and further out to sea, and beyond are things blind and terrible.”
“…They are blind… but they are seeing you…”
Shiro finally rolls over and just… asks for answers. Begs, really, but gods, he needs to understand. He has to know. What is seeing him. What isn’t there. What is between the stars.
And Setsuna just… he resists at first. He pleads with Shiro to not ask further, but he knows it isn’t right to keep it from him. So he gets out of bed, and tells Shiro to get into his uniform, and that they have to go into space.
Here’s part of the interlude/side story I’ll be working on between chapters of Eternal Innovator. The next part will come after the next arc of FPAEI starts.
Thanks to @pulseofthestars for helping me write much of this. Or, listening to me screaming while I was writing it.
no pressure but are you planning on updating stages of appreciation soon? i think about it literally every day :D
oh DUDE, i’m blushing over here. what a compliment!
the series has grown a bit more (= any) plot than i had intended, and i’m still trying to figure out the exact emotional turning points, etc. part 3 is where the scope expands a bit, so i want to get it right. (also, i am a responsible mature adult with perfect impulse-control, so i keep jumping into other projects bc they’re faster and easier to finish :’D)
OH AND WAIT
i have a little james character study interlude thing that i can post soon! here, have an excerpt from this thing to tide you over:
[working title: wooden tides to run]
There was something deeply pleasing to James about working with wood.
It wasn’t temperamental as the sea
at first glance; but what was a tree if not ever-changing,
ever-moving in its quest for growth? The whorls and gnarls of a tree
were like waves meant to last, their shape a testament to its history,
in the same way a wave was formed by wind and currents. It was like
holding a piece of the sea, made to endure by unknown hands.
James was almost certain he had
walked more miles on wooden planks than on solid ground in his life.
A/N: The third and final chapter in an unexpected series. Read Part I: Over Drinks, a Captain Charming Interlude here and Part II: And Conversation, a Mama Snow Moment here.
Shockingly, this chapter is M rated (cause my muse lives in the gutter, apparently).
She’s tired, he can tell by the way her eyes glaze over as her mother twitters animatedly beside her. She’s sagging in her seat, sipping at the fizzy drink he knows settles her stomach when the nausea is at it’s worst. She’s assured him that will past after what she calls the first trimester. He hopes that will be the case; he hates to see his Swan uncomfortable, especially when it’s related to something he’s caused.
And he’s certainly caused this, he thinks with a grin, his eyes flicking down to rest on her stomach, marveling that a life he’d helped create is housed within her still small frame. He’s excited to watch as that changes, to be able to rest his hand over the swell of her belly and feel the life within.
I Was Never Young by Of Montreal • Suffocation by Crystal Castles • Coal to Diamonds by Gossip • Interlude by London Grammar • Wish I Was Here by Coldplay & Cat Power • Where Did I Leave that Fire by Neko Case • Wasting My Young Years by London Grammar • If I Ever Feel Better by Phoenix • Don’t Wait Up by Robert DeLong • The Truth by Handsome Boy Modeling School • Shape of my Heart by Noah & the Whale • Face to Face on High Places by School of Seven Bells • Hello Hello by Asian Kung-Fu Generation