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diazprimera  asked:

Top 5 Rogue One moments

I’m gonna try and pick 5 that aren’t universally loved moments in fandom, not that I don’t love The Beach Scene, Elevator Scene and “Welcome Home”, but just wanted to explore other things I found interesting and awesome about R1. :D Thank you for the ask, btw!

5. Orson Krennic ragging on Galen’s choice of farming on Lah’mu. Listen Krennic, farming isn’t exactly easy (neither is working on a giant super weapon, but I digress). I just thought it was a funny introduction to one of my favorite Star Wars villians, since he has such relateable motivations (he just wants to be recognized!!! for what he did!!! he deserves that!!! stoopid Tarkin).

Originally posted by markhamillz

4. Baze Malbus’s “little sister” line to Jyn. This rivals “Welcome Home” in my book, I mean … Jyn has been without a consistent home, let alone any sort of family, for YEARS. To hear such things in the span of days? It just warms my little “found family trope” loving heart. Also I just want Baze to be my space dad.

Originally posted by queenis

3. Jyn’s face on the beach of Scarif, giving Cassian that “I swear to the maker, Cassian, if you say something romantic or sentimental and make me cry after all of my walls are on the verge of completely crumbling I will cut you” face. It says so much in such a small look, and I swear I have given that look hundreds of times in my own life.

Originally posted by clairestmple

2. Cassian’s entire opening sequence. I love how he went from comforting and charismatic, to cold and heartless, to self-loathing in the span of SECONDS after killing Tivik. It was then that I knew I was going to fall hard for his character, I live for morally grey characters and coming to grips with their actions, and boy does Cassian deliver all of that (it’s ok bby you’re doing fine.)

Originally posted by capitancassian

1. THIS moment of K2, Cassian and Jyn entering the elevator. To me this was the moment they all realized the magnitude of their undertaking. Jyn sways and fidgets a bit, Cassian’s visibly nervous and drawing a deep breath, and K2 goes “I have a bad feeling about this.” It was such a quick little moment but it said so much to me. While they were stoic and brave in front of their R1 crew, this is where they really let their guard down and let themselves be nervous, but also gather their strength. (also no secret I love these two in their Imperial get-ups so that was a nice plus).

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dragon-and-samurai  asked:

what's your opinion on STINGUE?

Honestly? Good Ship. There’s absolutely nothing bad about Stingue except for the fact that Mashima’s trying to make StingYu and Rogerva happen instead.

They complement each other in almost every way, they’re hilarious in a casual setting and are hands down the best tag team in the series. They have great, effortless chemistry even in the most casual settings. They can fire off Unison Raids whenever they want, and the amount of trust they must have in each other to do that is inspiring. Their light/dark duality is cliche, but works, and the fact that they basically run Sabertooth as a joint unit is… A+. 

Plus? Family unit with Frosch and Lector. Yes. 

Great ship. 10/10. I’m personally offended that it’s not one of the ships my dash is drowning in, tbqh, because Sting and Rogue have better interactions without trying than the Big 4 do when they’re trying really hard. 

norationalthoughtrequired  asked:

FRIEND, I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS ABOUT FINN BEING BODHI'S LEGACY. Him scouring the FO records for this mysterious defector, who could ever do such a thing? Or him knowing NOTHING of Bodhi prior to his own defection and learning about him from Poe, and when he meets new FO-defectors, shaking and terrified, he says to them, I used to be FN-2187 and now I'm Finn and let me tell you of a brave man called Bodhi, and we will accomplish great things, just as he did. SORRY, NEEDED TO FLAIL AT YOU.

listen, one of the biggest motifs of Rogue One is “the message” or “I am” statements. for Bodhi, it’s “I am the messenger” and “I am the pilot.” Bodhi is not like the rest of the team! he has no combat training! he is a cargo pilot–the most anonymous, low-level job there is in the Star Wars universe. 

and yet!! he goes down in history, as part of the team that took down the death star. 

no way that doesn’t send shockwaves throughout the galaxy. no way his name isn’t stricken from the annals of the empire, no way the rebellion doesn’t scrawl his name across the walls in graffiti, in code. THE ROGUE SQUADRON BASICALLY CLAIMS HIM AS THEIR ORIGINATOR. we get people yelling “for jedha!” on the beaches of scarif, how much do you want to bet we get rebels and defectors from the empire crying out, “FOR BODHI!” when they run into battle? “remember Bodhi Rook,” the intelligence force says to one another in the wake of Cassian’s death.

FN-2187 only hears about the Defector, as the First Order refers to him, during the admonitions to stay loyal, that he is a cautionary tale. “he died alone,” they say, “remember this: he died alone.”

what FN-2187 thinks to himself in the wake of the village massacre is that he died free. 

“what was the Defector’s name?” he asks General Leia half-fearfully, expecting to be rebuked or punished for even asking. 

she smiles, full of a strange, fierce pride. “his name was Bodhi Rook. he was the pilot.”

and Finn says to himself, heading into combat with the resistance, “remember Bodhi Rook.” 

jenniferjuni-per  asked:

28 + rebelcaptain for the cuddle prompts

28. familiar cuddle

the familiarity of home (~300 words) ao3

Cassian’s been in communications for five days when she returns, which is physically a dream, and mentally the equivalent of trying to find a diamond among rubble, if that rubble were being pelted at you. It’s not something he’s often assigned to, but breaking both tibias made field work rather more difficult.

It’s neither hell nor heaven, but it is necessary.

“This is hell,” Jyn informs him flatly, without greeting. He had been expecting her for the past day since her unit relayed news of success. An unnameable weight slides off his shoulders.

“It’s warm and sheltered,” Cassian says, without looking up. The first is patently untrue. Hoth is never warm. “I’ve had worse.”

“So have I,” Jyn agrees. “But I could leave, at least. Most of the time.”

The desk emptied out an hour ago while a storm above ground, blocking out most transmissions, so he is not surprised to feel her arm draping across his shoulder. Jyn never touches him where curious eyes can stare. It is a different matter behind closed doors.

He wraps an arm around her waist, tugging her closer. Beneath the bite of cold and engine oil, beneath the sweat and dust, she still feels like home.

Jyn relaxes, tucking her face against his shoulder.

“You should rest,” he says, pressing a kiss to her tangled hair.

“I should.” His vest muffles her voice.

She hooks her ankle around the empty chair one place to his left. It drags across the floor until it collides with his, and she untangles herself to sit down.

“I’m resting,” she says, before burrowing into his side again. This time, he unzips his jacket, wrapping the closer half around her shoulders until only her eyes, shining bright, are visible in the dim room. He tugs at her waist again until she draws closer, back leaning against his chest. Beneath the coat they now share, her hand slides along his back.

“And besides,” she adds, quiet, “it’s warmer here.”

He holds her with more force than necessary; Jyn doesn’t seem to mind, because she holds back just as tight, belying her calm composure.

She’s not wrong. It is warmer here.

anonymous asked:

Fic title "a face in the crowd"

First off, anon, I’m terribly sorry for how late this is. I can’t even pinpoint when I got this - this has been sitting in my inbox since before I came up with Silent Measures. Which means months. But I’m trying to clear my inbox so here’s something I came up with on the spot.

A Face in the Crowd

Summary: During the Clone Wars, the Jedi were lauded as heroes, but so out of reach of the masses that they seemed at times to be toy soldiers selling war bonds more than actual walking beings. But there were four Republic Days that fell within the Clone Wars, and in each one of them, if you look carefully enough, there are things to be seen that are special. A child watches, is inspired, and remembers, twenty years after.

Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Aayla Secura, Plo Koon, (and many clones, though only in passing)

(note: this is after Ahsoka leaves, so she isn’t here)

Little Meron Junshi is not sure whether he likes this Republic Day parade.

It technically hasn’t started yet, but the heat is stifling here in the masses milling behind the railings along the Senate boulevard. His father has put him on his shoulders, and the air is a little clearer up here, but Meron would much rather they be back home on Alderaan, where the air is sweeter and the skies much, much bluer.

And less loud. There are many interesting species around him that he has not seen before, but Meron finds the noise rather distracting. And the boulevard before them is still empty, except for the red-and-white armoured clone troopers that stand guard at equal intervals along the railings themselves.

But he will behave, because he his a big boy of eight and his father is here to do important business with Senator Organa, and Meron is only here because he pleaded and pleaded until his parents said yes.

And then suddenly, there is thud of a plasma cannon from high above, so deep and low that Meron feels it shudder through his frame and down to his father’s wide shoulders; and the guarding troopers snap to attention with a muted thud of armoured boots against duracrete.

This first thud echoes across the suddenly silent masses; and in the distance, under the Senate Building itself, comes an answering drumbeat.

Then another. And another.

And then a steady tramp-tramp-tramp comes filtering down the boulevard, and before Meron can do anything but sit up straighter on his father’s shoulders, the first company of clone troopers come into view.

The Coruscant Guard is first, led by a proud-shouldered trooper with a helmet visored in grey and painted in red, the etched plaques on his armour marking him as a commander.

Meron gapes as row after row of red-white troopers follow, posture ramrod-straight, each holding a blaster at parade ready. The cadence of their steps are so well-matched that if Meron were to close his eyes, he could imagine a singe titan was thundering down the boulevard, and not nearly a hundred and fifty men of one company.

The crowd around them is shrieking with excitement.

A company of soldiers, each with stylised wolf-head painted  on their grey-lined white armour, and striding confidently at their head, a Kel Dor Jedi with russet robes flowing jauntily in the wind.

Plo! The crowd is screaming. Plo Koon!

The Wolfpack! Meron stares, wide-eyed, so engrossed in the clean lines of General Plo’s wolves that he nearly misses the ground-shaking thud that follows.

Five paces after the last grey-painted trooper comes twin files of eight AT-TEs, six-limbed bodies creaking with every solid stamp of durasteel legs. And marching between, standing on, and holding to the side of these giant assault walkers are many yellow-striped troopers. Most strikingly, somehow balanced perfectly on a walker placed centrally between the two main lines, is a blue-skinned Twi’lek woman with a smile on her face and a lightsaber at her hip.

SECURA! The masses yell, in a hundred thousand different sentient voices. SECURA!

She stands tall, but her smile widens.

Company after company come, whole battalions and legions painted every colour of the galaxy, each with a Jedi marching before them, or sometimes two, with the younger marching alongside a clone captain.

Meron watches, dumbstruck, as hero after hero steps off the war-reels and into reality, like toy soldiers ripped from the holonet and placed within reach.

But then a roar of pure sound sweeps through the masses like an oncoming wave, and Meron is nearly unseated from his father’s shoulders.

The troopers coming into view now are painted with bold gold stripes.

And at their head, stepping with a calmly fluid gait-

-is a Jedi with red-gold hair and cream robes, and eyes the colour of a silent sea above a beard trimmed to immaculate neatness.

Meron forgets to breathe.

Obi-Wan Kenobi, The Negotiator.

The multitude raves. There is no collective chant, now, not like before; overlapping screams of KENOBI and NEGOTIATOR and OBI-WAN rise in an increasing cacophony of unleashed madness.

Throughout all this, Meron only watches the Negotiator.

General Kenobi steps in time with his men, but something in the smooth effortlessness of his pace and the gravity of the tabards over his shoulders speaks of a noble sadness, mixed with extraordinary determination.

Sadness, in the middle of the greatest parade of the year?

Meron lowers he hand he was using to wave, and frowns. He is struck with the sudden impression that General Kenobi would look much the same leading his men into battle.

But then there is a blare of trumpets, and Meron nearly gives himself whiplash as he jerks his head to look.

These new troopers are painted blue.

The crowd is shouting in synchrony, now.


The Hero With No Fear himself is stood next to Chancellor Palpatine, on a slow-moving barge surrounded on all sides by a sea of blue-and-white armour. His smile is rakish, his waving casual, and the scar that curves around the edge of one eye effortlessly cool.

Meron stares at Anakin Skywalker, and wonders if he imagines that those ice-blue eyes flicker towards him, if just for a moment.

Meron does not waste it. He straightens up so abruptly that his father grunts in surprise, but he does not pause to think about it - instead, he nearly slaps himself in the forehead as he salutes.

He is halfway through the motion already before he realises General Skywalker is looking at him.

Krayt spit! Meron tells himself, knowing his father would give him a good scolding if he heard the words out loud - I probably look stupid!

But what is done is done. The edge of his right hand is pressed to his forehead.

The General watches him for a moment - it cannot be more than half a second, but it seems the longest moment in Meron’s short life - and then suddenly, General Skywalker raises two fingers to his forehead and flicks them to the side in a jaunty salute.

In return to his.

Meron’s brain smashes into a wall of disbelief and disintegrates into awed smithereens.

It is only after the barge has passed by, and the next company is marching past that Meron remembers that he should drop his hand. He lets it fall by his side, numb.

He barely registers the rest of the parade.

He is grinning so widely his cheeks ache.

“Father,” Meron says, later, when a squadron of LAAT/is have flown overhead and the crowd is beginning to disperse, “I’d like to join the Alderaani guard.”

“Oh? And why is that?” his father says distractedly, holding one of Meron’s ankles to stop him from sliding off.

“I want to be a General,” Meron says.

There is a long pause. Meron’s father slows his pace, and stops.

“War isn’t as fun as you think, Meron.” His father’s voice sounds different.


“Talk to me when you’re eighteen. We’ll see then.”

“Okay!” Meron chirps happily, as his father carries him across the sea of Coruscanti crowds, and away from the Senate boulevard, its white duracrete surface stamped grey with the feet of two hundred thousand men.

Twenty years later, clutching a blaster and kneeling in a white-walled corridor swamped with shadow, Meron Junshi thinks of that long-ago Republic Day. Of the sun and the chants and the bright-painted soldiers with their Jedi Generals.

He had gone to his father when he was eighteen, and he had gotten his wish.

The Alderaani guard had led to a permanent place in the Rebellion, and the Rebellion…here.

Behind him is a short passageway, and beyond that, the Tantive IV, with a precious person aboard. In front of him is a darkened corridor, which lies silent and still beyond the echoing howl of the klaxons.

And then Meron becomes aware of another noise.

A sawing, unnatural breathing, like air rasped through a grille of harsh desert sand.

And the passageway is lit with a bar of crimson plasma.

“Open fire!”

Oh, Meron thinks, as his finger tightens on the trigger and plasma spews uselessly out of the barrel of his blaster. You were right, father.

War is not a parade, with sun in your eyes and bright-painted soldiers and their much-loved generals marching before them; war is red-painted white walls, and flashing bolts, and screaming, and the never-quickening and never-slowing breaths of a shadow that reaches for you, and grasps you with invisible hands, and sends a screaming blade of blood-red light slashing towards your chest.

“Take it! Take it!”

And Meron knows that perhaps there is a little truth in what his eight-year-old self thought about war: War is nothing without hope.

Hope, to a boy watching a war parade on his father’s shoulders, is to receive an acknowledgement from the General he loved so much as a hero.

Meron stares into those hard black lenses, and holds this image in his mind as he dies.

He has no time, before the end, to wonder if he imagined Darth Vader flinch.




I hope this makes up for how late this is, anon. I made up Meron on the spot; his name means soldier. Reblog as you like, and thanks for reading, everyone.

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anonymous asked:

What if the Rogues get to be The Flash's major threat next season? What if at the end of Legends, Len is somehow alive and the timeline is intact but he still never had a connection with Barry or the Legends? They go back to before his deal with the Flash? And Len's against making a deal this time around because he figures thats when he started to get soft and ended up dead.

What if the Rogues get to be The Flash’s major threat next season?

Originally posted by thatblokematti

And by “hello” I mean “Rogues”.

No but really, that’s all I want.

I have no idea if they’d go that route, but I think it’s safe to say that the show writers have realized that the speedster villains have tired out the audience and the next most obvious choice is the Rogues in some capacity or another.

And personally I’m a fan of a Len who doesn’t kill innocents and does know Barry’s name but isn’t really on the good guys’ side, is still a thief and criminal and willing to be violent and do what he has to without playing by their rules. So I’d hope for this Len (legion!Len, after he ditches the Legion) but with some form of understanding with Barry maybe. It might be nice to see them go full-tilt against each other though.

Ahhhh, there’s so many possibilities. Honestly though, so long as Len is alive at the end of this season of Legends, I’ll call it a win.

anonymous asked:

Now I'm kinda bummed that we didn't get to see Cassian express his OUTRAGE that Jyn TOTALLY STOLE HIS LINE at the council meeting. If only he wasn't off RAISING A STRIKE TEAM for a woman he TOTALLY HATED.

boy, you said it nonny. he would be super pissed and not get stars in his eyes at all.  he also hated her, which is why he went back for her three times and welcomed her home. he definitely did not want to die in her arms at the end, or do anything even remotely romantic in elevators. that must have been the *other* rogue one (2016), dir. gareth edwards.

this is a daily reminder cassian did not shoot galen because 

he looked at galen erso through his scope and saw his daughter’s eyes. 

anonymous asked:

Oh look it's episode 22 of an odd number season! Time to ask Captain Cold for help!" "But he's dead..." "Time to ask Captain Cold for help!"

omg you’re right 

Originally posted by bobbimorxe

i hope this becomes a theme for every odd-numbered season’s episode 22

anonymous asked:

Crack theory time. Savitar is 11 year old Barry standing on 11 year old Iris's shoulders.

the savitar crack theories give me so much life you don’t even know.

please tell me you’ve seen BoJack Horseman? This is Savitar now:

Originally posted by bojackhorseman

But why are 11-year-olds trying to murder someone? inquiring minds want to know.

Regardless, evil-younger-selves-au is an exciting new trope possibility. look at these little murder muffins :3

Originally posted by westallenverse

anonymous asked:

After watching R1, it quickly became my fav SW movie and I fell really deep into the SW fandom for the first time. But recently I've honestly kind of felt bad about myself because I loved the whole squad, including Jyn, and I absolutely love Jyn/Cassian, but the amount of vitriol surrounding both is unlike anything I've ever seen in any fandom. I know I shouldn't let antis get to me, and I don't want to give them the satisfaction. Do you have any advice on how to keep a positive head space?

First of all, nonny, I am so happy you love Rogue One so much! I know so many people have had it skyrocket to their favorite Star Wars movie and are finding themselves in fandom for the first time. It’s great to see and participate in all this Star Wars love. That is what fandom is all about.

Given that, I am so sorry that the antis are getting you down. People can be jerks, and antis feed off the way they upset people. I’ve come across this with many of my favorite characters and it’s really just same old, same old with these people. The structure of Tumblr makes it a little harder to get around them but here is my advice.

1) If you see antis when you go into the tag, go ahead and block them. I block freely and without reserve. People who don’t respect the tag or don’t try to keep their posts out of the search results are trying to rile you up and they don’t deserve the satisfaction.

2) Do not directly engage with a post. What I do and what I’ve seen others do is create a new post that mentions the claim and then debunks it. What you are interested in is not convincing the anti, who is out to destroy happiness, but to generate positive conversation with people who are casually reading things (and your friends). Keep the high ground at all times. Responding to the post directly only feeds the trolls. If by some bizarre unfortunate chance you get anon hate, delete it without publishing. Imagine the anti, refreshing your blog over and over waiting to see your outrage in vain.

3) If you have friends who are posting negative things about Jyn or Jyn/Cassian, ask them if they can use a tag so you can blacklist their posts. Friends don’t want to keep upsetting friends, after all. I use Tumblr Savior but XKit is also a good tool to filter out these posts.

4) Rewatch Rogue One! (Maybe stop right after they go through the shield gate so you don’t cry but up until that point it makes me purely happy.) Watch Jyn learn to trust again and find a home after being abandoned for so many years! Watch Cassian yell for her in concern and go back for her repeatedly, even when the mission does not require it! Watch them have no concept of personal space, even when they’re upset with each other! Watch the entire Rogue One team bond and become a found family! Watch the way Jyn and Cassian light up in the “welcome home” scene with bonus leaning! Watch the elevator scene! The good news is that canon is on our side.

5) Most importantly, focus on the joy in fandom :) There are so many more fans who love this movie and Jyn and Jyn/Cassian than people who hate her and the ship. There are many people who are not on Tumblr who love the whole team, including Jyn and this ship. You can follow positive blogs to stay inundated with positive fandom and I have to give a shout out to @therebelcaptainnetwork​ as a central location for happy Jyn/Cassian content.

(When in doubt, step away from Tumblr. Go for a walk, drink some tea, pet a fluffy animal. Fandom should be fun but it’s also important to take breaks when it’s not, as with anything.)

The antis are loud because they want attention but at the end of the day, these people are spending their time hating something instead of creating positive content about something they love. They are the equivalent of the bullies in the parking lot yelling mean things as you drive off with your friends to do something you love, and they should be treated as such - ignored in general and publicly, calmly, and factually refuted when they become a nuisance (like this weekend). In contrast, we get to spend our time being delighted and happy about these characters.

Above all,

anonymous asked:

Woow i like your romy style it looks fabulous ♡ But i always wanted to ... actually i wished seeing gambit with a normal outfit would you ???

Hehe thank you so much! And omg yes, I too have often wondered what Remy’s civilian digs would look like and what exactly is going on with that hair under his cowl thingy serrrriously! So here’s my idea of some XME style mid-noughties uncomfortably high-waisted fashion for him ;-) I hope you like it anon! Thanks for prompting! 

Reblogs are loved but PLEASE DON’T REPOST THIS ART.

anonymous asked:

How would Ed react to someone trying to persue him? Bot that he doesn't have an interest in this individual but say the other made the first move and is actively flirting?

Being adored by random strangers isn’t anything new. Gotham has its fair share of weirdos and as you can tell by tumblr Ed a good size fanbase. Ed’s taught himself how gracefully let a person down depending on the level of persistent they display.

1. Takes whatever gifts someone gives him but politely declines the offer. Refuses to give those gifts back.

2. Insults them. Looks, smarts, personality, money, etc. Nothing’s off limits and he will tear into their self esteem.

3. Resorts to some physical harm. A slap there, shock there. Maybe pulls out a gun and reminds them who they’re dealing with.

4. Here’s where things split. If they’re still trying to flirt with him at this point he’s actually mildly interested. Not so much in a romantic or sexual sense but a ‘maybe they could entertain me’ type way. He’ll ask a few riddles, some trivia, just stuff to test the waters with.

    - If they fail and still try coming on to him, he’ll shoot them. Nothing fatal but somewhere that would require immediate medical care so they’d leave him alone.

    - If they pass and still try coming on to him, he’ll shrug off their advances but keep them around to bug or involve in schemes. It is nice to be admired once and awhile after all

5. This is worst case scenario, when all other tactics have failed and the person trying to peruse him is coming close to endangering to his well being. He straight up kills them. Respect boundaries asshole. 

anonymous asked:

Do you think there's a strong chance the Rogues will form next season? I don't see why else Rosa, Sam and, presumably, Len would return this close to the finale unless it was to set up for season four, and not doing it would be a foolish move. (Most of the news article about the s4 villain have said they would like the rogues and polls have said they want rogues), but I don't want to get my hopes up only to be let down again. What's your opinion about what's happening next season?

Well, I was gonna be like “if they ever form into a collective it’s unlikely it’ll be anything like the one in the comics due to the death of Captain Cold and the differences in formant and–” etc, but then the summary for The Flash 3x22 says that Barry turns to Captain Cold for help so… I don’t even know, dude.

We know they’re not doing a speedster as the main villain for S4 (thank god) but they do have other options from the comics to pull on (e.g., DeVoe). But they know there’s a push for Rogues content and they must know that we like recurring villains sometimes, like seeing our evil faves again. Mardon has a decent fan following after all, right? And there’s so much more they could do with Bivolo’s powers than we’ve seen. I’d personally kill to see Shawna again and Lisa, but yeah they also have a good thing going with Rosa and Sam so…

I think it’s possible or even plausible that they’d go with the Rogues as the major villains in S4, or at least have them show up again a few times and weave them into a continuing plot (especially Sam and Rosa, tbh, since we saw them in 2024 and know their powers will develop. But I’m holding out hope for more of a lot of them).

I do maintain though that we might not ever see them as “the Rogues” in any truly cohesive way, not like they are in the comics. It would be hard to set that up on TV, having them all working together. We might see it, I won’t say it’s impossible. We’ve seen shorter lived team-ups of 2 or 3 ‘Rogues’ at a time so far though, and I think that might continue to be the case. Or it might be the case that, for instance, Sam and Rosa won’t work with Len (if he’s back alive), so that there are conflicts between villains and not just with the Flash. Actually, I’d sort of kill to see that happen, but who knows. 

It’s also likely we’ll see more of Grodd causing problems at some point in the future, because it’s Grodd. He lives to mess with Barry’s life tbh.

So… they might not be the ‘big bad’ and we might not see them as a ‘unit’, but I do suspect we’ll see more of some of them, moving forward.

anonymous asked:

How did you feel about the whole deal where Mashima tried to make gray seem evil by having him kill Frosch in the future, only for it to turn out he was never evil, making one question why he apparently was in that other timeline, only to have it dropped and never addressed.

It really was a waste of time. @kyogre-blue theorised that Future!Rogue just blamed Gray for Frosch’s death when Frosch died during the Avatar arc in the original timeline, and that’s where things diverged, and Gray hadn’t actually been the one to kill Frosch. In the original timeline, Rogue and Minerva went to deal with Avatar instead of Natsu’s crew, so Frosch probably died during Gray’s ‘evil’ phase and Rogue never realised Gray had been acting.

…is all a very neat explanation, but a really anticlimactic one. Honestly that entire scenario was a mess of wasted time and potential, with a boring and mundane outcome. “Evil Gray” was just… dull as a sideplot anyway, since we knew it was fake from the get-go.

I mean, we all knew END Natsu was coming and Gray had just become a demon slayer, and Gray was the evil one? Sure, Jan.