"Perhaps a lesser-known gift of Kenobi's was his ability to listen."
(AU where post-banishment Ahsoka gets zapped back to TPM, strapped with a fundamental distrust of the Jedi, an apocalyptic vision of the future, and a mandate to help Anakin Skywalker. So, in all this, it's nice to have a confidant.)
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Stephen: i stanned baby yoda before it was cool
Tony: how?
Stephen: oh, by being married to you, tiny.
Stephen: i mean tony* autocorrect.
Tony: you’re right in front of me this is a verbal conversation
⊹₊ ⋆ Don’t get too cocky simply because you had one victory over Sallow. ⊹₊ ⋆
I could not sleep, so I drew more Emmet 👍 Perfectly reasonable
My absolute favorite trope in LOTR parodies is giving Frodo - because of Elijah Wood - the most gigantic, huge, absolute bluest eyes possible. I love it when the little guy is 80% eyes
as sweet as bulbasaur 🍦
There’s no way that Snow didn’t recognise the Covey in Katniss, especially after reading SotR. No way he watched a dark haired girl call out to the mockingjays in the Games, no way he watched her sing to a dying girl, to her district partner in a cave, and didn’t immediately recognise the traits. I can imagine his blood going cold as he listened to The Hanging Tree, a song he for sure thought had vanished with the wind. But there she stood, a Covey. Someone connected to his Covey. Someone serving as a constant reminder that Snow lands on top but, eventually, Snow looses form and seeps into nothingness.
People who are oppressed and traumatized die several deaths and are reborn multiple times. Mickey 17 is Mickey Barnes' greatest desire to live. Mickey 18 is Mickey Barnes' deep rage and violence; his reaction to being continuously ground under the boot of the higher class. No one can be expendible, because none of us are made to be expendible, yet some lives are treated as expendible. Some lives have less value than the upper class' "taste". 18, in the end, regains power through self-sacrifice—this is the extent of what he can do to free 17, his purest, most child-like desire to live. The traumatized fight back eventually; 17 channels 18 when he dreams of the wife printing herself and her husband, when he sees the bowl of blood (where did it come from? Who did she kill?) and this is his nightmare because he feels like his new found freedom is once again at risk; that he once again needs to be brutalized by tragedy. But he knows he has to resist and he finds strength in 18. "Fuck off". This movie has such heart and is a tribute to those of us who are crushed by the ones above them with more money; more power. Robert's portrayal of 17 is beautiful and personifies the best of humanity. It's just so well made and earnest and I'm so disappointed that so many of the reviews seem to have completely missed the point, instead failing to find satisfaction in some superficial perception of what makes a movie artsy.
thanks, silco
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