timeskip lillie and selene i also posted to my twitter. but i missed tumblr on a whim so y’all get it too. also they’re wives
once you hit adulthood a day will come when you’re suddenly like VEGETABLES 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 and it never goes away
Roasted veggies are actually so good and if someone had ever bothered to teach me the difference between ‘roasting’ and ‘baking’ I might have known it was a possibility sooner.
I am team ‘The Jedi way of life is not abusive’ and ‘there are parts of jedi culture that anakin probably would have struggled to reconcile with his past as a child slave’ are statements that absolutely should co-exist. However I am also team ‘Anakin lost the right to say jack about it when he started murdering children’.
“Art is a human right” and “pay for your damn commissions” are in no way incompatible stances. The right to have access to the arts in general does not imply a right to have any particular artist produce a bespoke piece to your exact specifications. The second one is a luxury in the same sense that any other bespoke service is a luxury. This isn’t rocket science.
What did Maul and Ahsoka talk about while Ezra and Kanan were attempting to ride to the top of the temple?
“…..so how ya doin? So, uh... You were right about Anakin after allllll…….”
I like to think the conversation started with maul saying "I told you so"
Ever since I got a job as a security guard I can’t take heist movies seriously anymore.
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Why is that?
Accurate heist movie: The Team is sneaking into a high security facility. An alarm is triggered, they freeze, prepared to knock out whoever responds to the alarm. It takes 40 minutes for someone to respond. When they finally do show up, they shuffle along, annoyed, arms full of 16 bags of pretzels for some reason, and reset the alarm without bothering to check their surroundings. They report that the alarm went off in error. Security control starts a fight about the correct designation of the door. The guard announces that they’re leaving the alarm key in the alarm because it’s always going off for no reason. No one challenges them on this. They shuffle away, leaving an alarm key and several bags of pretzels behind.
The Team knocks out a security guard and steals their radio. The team mimic can perfectly replicate the knocked out guard’s voice. They get caught because they pronounced the name of the company correctly.
The Team disables an alarm. The only way to do this is to rip it out of the wall and disassemble it until it physically can’t make noise anymore. This very loud process is clearly heard by the posted security guard nearby, who rolls their eyes and text their supervisor that the logistics contractors are fooling with the alarms again.
The Team breaks into the facility at night. There they meet a single security guard who is chanting potential names for NPCs in their DnD campaign out loud while they do their patrols. They encounter a fire extinguisher. They pause in their chanting to check that it is properly charged and to apply a sticker that reads, “Anal use only”. This guy is disgustingly good at their job. There’s no way around it, they’re going to catch you. And you’re going to have to deal with the fact that you’ve been had by someone who has a supply of stickers that say “Anal use only” and who unironically wanted to name their NPC shopkeep Mammogrammus.
The Team attempts to bribe a security guard. This is its own post but know there’s no way in hell that would work.
The Team breaks into the high security room and disables all the alarms. Security control sends several guards to investigate why there are no alarms going off.
The Team attempts to break into the high security room but can’t because it’s randomly decided not to let anyone at all in today.
The Team steals a keycard with “””””unlimited””””” access to the facility and gets caught because the computer system that manages keycards randomly revokes access for no reason.
The Team walks past a security guard in broad daylight wearing T-shirts that say, “We are here to rob you”. The security guard does nothing, having seen several people in logistics wearing that exact shirt two days prior.
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This sounds like a great movie, honestly
I will always remember that when I worked for a pharmaceutical company in IT, there were massive security procedures, systems with air gaps, locations with biometric scanners and metal detectors and locking revolving doors, but the highest level of security was a human being in a bulletproof proof room with line of sight to the door and a button. To /get/ to the door, you had to go through tons of other layers and badge access and identity verification, but the final lock was a dual physical key (which required two people to open) and a human being with a book of photographs and a button to push.
At the onset of the 2008-onward recession it became more or less impossible to get the sort of summer gig that college students traditionally get. I couldn’t get a callback from any of the area fast food restaurants, the babysitting gigs were gone, I drew blanks on waitressing, dishwashing, landscaping, car washes, summer camps, you name it. The big local summer attraction near me is a horse racetrack, and I put in apps for every position from betting clerk to horse manure removal tech. I got one (1) job offer that summer, and it was to be a security guard. I was a 19 year old girl with a perky ponytail, big ol’ doe eyes, and no experience or interest whatsoever in policing, so I genuinely thought I’d gotten the offer because they’d confused my application with someone else’s… until the first day of training.
Training consisted of a number of retired high ranking New York State Troopers very earnestly trying to convince a room of “dudes who desperately wanted to be a cop but couldn’t jump even that low hurdle” and also “one increasingly incredulous 19 year old girl who could only hear a loud high pitched note in one ear because she stood too close to her amps at the punk show last night” not to bring swords, shurukens, or butterfly knives into work.
We went over the “do not bring in your own weapons” lecture for the majority of day 1 of training. Day 2 was also “do not bring in your own weapons” for a lot of the day, then we moved onto “identifying the different types of fire extinguisher,” and wrapped up the day with “wasp stings.” Well, actually during “wasp stings” we had a sidebar when this one guard who looked like Ben Franklin raised his hand and shared that he, personally, took care of wasps by blowing their nests up with improvised gasoline-based explosives, so technically we wrapped up the day with “do not bring in your own weapons even if those weapons are to harm a wasp.”
Day 3 was a half day, where we reviewed everything we’d learned about no weapons, fire extinguishers, and wasps, and then we took a written test, which I finished with a perfect score in three minutes so Sargeant Minetti made me grade everyone else’s. After that, I was a full ass security guard; I picked up my fake cop uniform, badge(!!!), tiny notebook, strapped a walkie to my belt, and was given my assignment. My beat was very very literally the most public facing one that existed; while most of my colleagues were posted at gates that might never get opened for the entire summer, I had “the wholeass quarter mile of pavement abutting the chain link fence that separated the public from the ponies.” My responsibilities were simple:
1. tell people to move their rolling coolers out of the fire lane
2. take people with wasp stings to the nurse
and oh yeah
3. every time a clerk at a betting window in my section accumulated more than $10,000 dollars in cash, I had to escort them for ½ of a mile through the incredibly dense crowd of drunk people, any of whom might be interested in stealing more than $10,000 dollars, and get the money safely into the giant vault.
I remember the very first run i made. The betting clerk looked at me, the 19 year old responsible for protecting both them and $10,000. I looked back at him through the mirrored aviators that I’d bought at a gas station for 5 bucks because I thought it was very very funny and good fake cop cosplay. My walkie hissed ominously.
“…Uh, so if someone tries to take the money, what are you going to do?” He asked.
“Well, I get paid 12 bucks an hour, so… nothing.” I responded. “How about you?”
We quickly arrived at an understanding.
Two of the guards from my training group got fired that summer for bringing in their own weapons, and at least one of them had both a butterfly knife and at least one shuruken. Many more dropped out as they discovered that they would not actually be doing Die Hard shit. As for me, I did literally nothing to prevent crime all summer, but I also halfheartedly cleared a path through the crowd at the front of a very sad “St. Patrick’s Day In July” parade, which made me enough of a success story that they actually called me unprompted to ask if I’d come back the next year… with one caveat.
See, the next year I returned as a weathered veteran with a spotless disciplinary record, so they gave me three hours of additional training to get a certification to become a peace officer. As a result, from ages 20-23 (when my license expired) I had the same legal powers of arrest as a police officer.
Me. They just gave me that.
In conclusion, if you’re a highly qualified team of heistmen looking to rob an entity that accumulates wealth by convincing drunk desperate people to give them their money and you pick a fucking casino when the racetrack is right there, you’re either thinking way too inside the box… or you have a healthy fear of shurukens I guess.
Only valid response to this post, everyone else can go home.
One thing that really grinds my gears when it comes to the discussion of Rebels is the consistent misrepresentation of Kallus' redemption for ship purposes.
Kallus' redemption arc is not about Zeb. Yes, Zeb kickstarts it, but he did not make Kallus a rebel. And I find it so irritating when people reduce his arc down to "haha he fell so in love he switched sides" like please.
For Kallus' redemption to work, for it to be worth anything, Zeb cannot effectively be a part of it. The entire point of Zeb telling Kallus to search for the answers to questions he hasn't asked is because Kallus needs to see it for himself. He needs to realize for himself. He needs to realize everything he's been a part of.
And that's why I dislike it when people woobify him and turn him into this character who's constantly asking for forgiveness from Zeb. Because even aside from the fact that it's just weird to put Zeb in the position where he needs to constantly forgive the guy who was complicit in his planet's destruction, that's just not what the arc is about.
Kallus looks for the answers. And in the end he's more aware than anyone what he's done, what he's been a part of, and that it needs to be fixed. He's not a soft character and his redemption doesn't change that, it just means that he's changed his actions to be consistent with his morals. Zeb is not guiding him or teaching him or even present for most of it, and that's important.
OP you’re not wrong but you’re not entirely right.
Like it or not, it matters that Zeb was the guy on the planet— not because he’s loveable, but because he was a Lasat honour guard. I get that it’s gross that Kallus always has that dangling above him but it is a key part of his narrative? That it’s Zeb making these choices is a key part of his shift?
Whether you see their relationship as romantic or just friends (and it is not less than a fast friendship, not with the finale) that’s already in play.
Long before a redemption arc is in view, Kallus has shaped himself and his career around Lasan. He gloats about it to Minister Tua. He carries the unique, cultural weapon of the Lasat (a talisman with meanings that conflict even to him). He engages the first Lasat he sees in *single combat* because he has to prove to himself he can win, that he’s better than the scared rookie who was traumatized by a mercenary. The massacre of Lasan is *his whole deal*, that he took credit for and made a name from, while hiding his regrets and misgivings.
Some part of him may remember being honorable, but the person he is is so divorced from his morals he murders one of his own men for the crime of annoying him. He is deep in the cruel sauce of the empire, the fuck you got my promotion culture, and it takes an attack at the core of his whole imperial identity to get him out of that mire. Kanan couldn’t have done that. Hera couldn’t have done that.
Kallus flinches at the Inquisitor’s methods torturing Kanan. He quails at the execution of Grint and Aresko. He stays the course, though.
It needed to be Zeb, the rebel Kallus is most passionately devoted to taking down one on one. (Seriously, check the comics? Kallus goes a long, terrible way for another shot at that fight. They are invested in each other as rivals in and above the rebel/imperial conflict)
By the time they crash on Bahryn, Zeb is already in the position of having to forgive or damn Kallus for his participation. The fact that he offers as much of an olive branch as he does, that he’s willing to move past the conflict that literally defines his relationship to Kallus (in Kallus’s head) is what shakes Kallus loose of his deeply trod rut. It had to be a Lasat. It had to be probably this Lasat, who he has an Intel document on, who is ‘short for Garazeb, I know’.
While Kallus goes off and does the legwork himself it is because Zeb— as a Lasat, a survivor of the massacre, an honor guard, someone working on recovering his own lost morals— was the only one who he couldn’t write off as ‘not understanding’. Because he recognized himself or what he once wanted to be in Zeb.
And it’s not much of a stretch to also assume that Kallus’ obsession with Lasat in general would roil into a deeply conflicted obsession with Zeb too, one that goes from homicidal to idealistic. Healthy? No. Does he get past it? Obviously. Good for him. But there’s no question that Zeb is a key figure in his decision.
not everything bad that happens in the world is because of an oppressive conspiracy actually
“the 40 hour work-week is deliberately designed to keep workers exhausted and downtrodden –” no the forty hour workweek was negotiated by labor power to block the eighty hour workweek. “american food is full of corn syrup in order to make people obese and sick and weak and unable to revolt against the government –” there are a lot of reasons why Corn is the way it is in the US and this is not any of them. “the concept of ‘coming out’ is a straight conspiracy designed to murder queer people –” please stop
stop assuming that every bad thing that exists is the result of active malice. there is so much in the world that’s bad just by accident, or as an unintended consequence of something else – maybe even something with good intentions. please don’t turn yourself into a conspiracy thinker just with shinier woker labels
also it doesn’t NEED to be a conspiracy for you to make your point. you can still say the 40 hour work week keeps people exhausted and makes political participation harder, and that corporate interests like it that way!
there doesn’t need to be a conspiracy of the evil 100 richest people on the planet (I see that idea way too much btw) to make this happen. In fact if you are a communist you SHOULD believe that the current conditions are the consequences of the historical forces shaped by material interest. believing in an evil conspiracy is the precise opposite of Marxism and actually what fascists love to do. so maybe consider stopping
Yeah, like, the whole point or historical materialism is to show that these things happen without needing conscious decision making. That’s why it’s materialism.
Sometime back in the middle of the first decade of the AIDS epidemic, I was picking the brains of a friend of mine, the activist scholar Cindy Patton, about the probable natural history of HIV. This was at a time when speculation was ubiquitous about whether the virus had been deliberately engineered, or spread; whether HIV represented a plot or experiment by the U. S. military that had gotten out of control, or perhaps that was behaving exactly as it was meant to. After hearing a lot from her about the geography and economics of the global traffic in blood products, I finally, with some eagerness, asked Patton what she thought of these sinister rumors about the virus’s origin. “Any of the early steps in its spread could have been either accidental or deliberate,” she said. “But I just have trouble getting interested in that. I mean, even suppose we were sure of every element of a conspiracy: that the lives of Africans and African Americans are worthless in the eyes ofthe United States; that gay men and drug users are held cheap where they aren’t actively hated; that the military deliberately researches ways to kill noncombatants whom it sees as enemies; that people in power look calmly on the likelihood of catastrophic environmental and population changes. Supposing we were ever so sure of all those things—what would we know then that we don’t already know?”
Honestly I suspect a lot of the desire to Believe In Deliberateness is because if it’s all deliberate then all we need to do to fix it is make the bad people stop deliberately fucking it up.
That’s a very, very attractive proposition, and is much, much more comforting than the idea that actually a hell of a lot of what we’re dealing with is a lot of people trying very hard to do what they thought was The Best Thing, and ending up working at cross-purposes with a lot of mistakes and unintended consequences and basically that it’s just that hard to get humans together to make a world that’s better for all of us.
Now studying fucking history for ten fucking minutes will show how the latter is infinitely more plausible, and also make you weep for the good intentions of Prohibition - and they were such good intentions, and they were grass roots, feminist and minority-participant good intentions!!! it was meant to solve the abuse and oppression of the vulnerable! at the hands of the evil rich Alcohol Companies!! - that turned out to materially contribute to cratering economies and creating the mechanisms by which any number of vulnerable populations would get shit on for decades and continue to do so.
(Never forget: only alcohol was removed from Prohibition. The rest of the substances prohibited by the same movements remained so.)
For just one single example.
Because you can do your best and make choices based on the best information you have and best intentions and understanding that’s even available to you and still be dead wrong, and do horrible harm, because you didn’t know enough, because you didn’t consider a contingency there’s no way you could have known about, because you drew the wrong conclusion.
Because it turns out making a better world full of seven billion plus people with competing needs and beliefs and intensions and circumstances is hard and it would be so, so much easier if it were just 100 of the world’s richest people who we could get rid of and then magically, naturally, everything would be great.
This has been a PSA.
I’m trying not to reblog posts on this blog but I feel that this is important to post here.
on a related note:
And for the people asking “Well if you don’t support it irl then why would you like it in fiction?!” Because when it’s happening irl real people are suffering and dying and that’s horrible and I’d never want that. But when it’s fiction, when no real people are being hurt or killed, it’s interesting to explore the experience, the effects it may have, and to an extent experience the emotions involved without actually having to experience the horrible thing. You explore scary, dangerous things from a safe distance.
Even as a zelink shipper whenever people refer to Link and Zelda as soulmates it makes me laugh, cause yeah you're not wrong they totally are but Ganondorf is also technically their soulmate in that regard? The poly shippers have gotten around that issue but for everyone else he's literally born to third wheel. No wonder he's pissed, not only does he never get to realize his ambitions he's gotta watch that awkward teenage romance over and over for eternity. It's like he keeps scrolling past his NOTP and the block button isn't working. Bottling the princess just pisses off the other one, and the other one has the invincibility of a Nokia cell phone. What's a born hater to do
oh you're in a horror film/book and your phone died/has no bars? how boring. I think phones in horror SHOULD work. they should ding only to have the protagonist check and find nothing. they should get calls from somebody you don't know but is still somehow in your contacts. google maps should lead you to one place, no matter what address you type in.
phones are such a big part of our daily lives, removing them from horror removes the horror from our experience. what if the horror felt like it could happen to you, right here, right now? what if it felt like it was already happening?
grr grr nomnomnom tug tug grr nomnom tug grr. it’s her steak, give it to her
Sloppy quick sketch of the baddest ass in the whole galaxy, Plo Koon…I want to do a proper fan art of him at some point. This was good practice…he is not easy…2 hours.