The Way The Professor Was The Only Person To Bring Food On What Should’ve Been A Day Hike To This Room.

So this is how I'm feeling rn

Joaquin Phoenix as Max California in 8mm (1999)

what's beautiful and terrible about jyn and cassian is that sort of... realization? acceptance? at the end that they found their person but they wouldn't get time. they know they'll never have the space to be in love and come together. and yet, there's still something oddly comforting about two people who were so lonely and isolated dying knowing that they found someone they could be with. they knew they wouldn't be together, that wasn't what fate had in store. but knowing there was someone who saw them, who they could have had a life with... that's not nothing for two people who lived most of their lives as outsiders, who felt they could never belong anywhere. rogue one is choosing to believe someone is listening, what you're doing matters even if you don't get to see the impact it has. and their romance that never gets to be just plays into that so well for me? they never got to be together but there was someone. there was someone, and they knew.

One thing I noticed about the community of Andor is that Timm was not a part of it. Like, Cassian talks to Brasso and Vetch and Bix etc, and Bix has her own contacts and friends, when Cassian is in trouble someone comes to tell her. But we never see Timm interacting with members of his community outside of like, selling them a tyre.

The miners/workers are very close knit, and the various street vendors interact with each other, even Cassian’s debtors have conversations. But Timm doesn’t.

And I think that’s important in the context of how everyone behaved during the raid. They sound the warnings, they shutter their shops, they chain a block to the ship. They know what happens when the police come, but when Timm turned Cassian in he had no idea what the consequences could look like, how much damage he was doing.

Because he wasn’t part of the community. And he wasn’t part of their preparations and their reactions. He confronted an officer thinking that they wouldn’t harm him, whereas Bix knew provoking them would get her killed.

I think that was a deliberate choice, and it works. Because of Timm not joining the community, he caused destruction within it, as he sided with their oppressors. And it got him killed by the people he wanted to badly to enable.

I can't stop thinking about Gwen in ATSV. She mentioned about how she, in every other universe, died when she was loved by spiderman/Peter Parker. Peter B., Noir, Ham, and Peni didn't talk about it, but I can't help but think about how Gwen is in this organization where literally thousands of people were in love with her and she died. When she walked through Neuva York, every Spiderman was tripping over themselves to call out to her specifically and receive a "hey :)" back. Not Spider Jess or Hobie.

And then there's Pavitr and, love him of course, but I wonder how it felt to see him talk about Gayatri. I know it's a joke but how does it feel to see yourself put on this pedestal. You can't help but compare yourself and wonder "did my Peter see me that way? How would I have acted if he did?" To see her dad in Officer Singh. To see herself trapped in a bus, desperately pounding on the window as she dangled above certain death again.

In the original Spiderman India comic, they skipped over Gwen/Gayatri entirely, and instead had Meera Jain. Which I get why they did from a meta perspective, but in universe, how does it feel to know your replacement is out there. Every Spiderman is happy with their MJ, and they think of Gwen fondly, but like.... Gwen is replaceable. She is the first love, but she doesn't get a future. It's a canon event.

The horror of being a fridged woman.

The Martian (2015) dir. Ridley Scott

i met a traveller from an antique land, who said—“two vast and trunkless legs of stone stand in the desert. . . . near them, on the sand, half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, and wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, tell that its sculptor well those passions read which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, the hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal, these words appear: my name is Ozymandias, king of kings; look on my works, ye mighty, and despair! nothing beside remains. round the decay of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare the lone and level sands stretch far away."

- Ozymandias, Percy Bysshe Shelly

Me? Fantasizing about being a 1950’s housewife for Calvin? While I’m ovulating, more likely than you’d think.

Look at this man

If you get this, I am sorry

wow rogue one is really a love letter to the unnamed fighter. no act of help is too small, every deed causes a ripple. luke showed up to blow the death star, and there was the plan to do it–countless of people died to get him that, and luke knows none of them. how many rebel planes get shot down every battle? how many civilians die in explosions? how many died to get the plans to luke? rogue one says you. and you and you and you. every one of you. what will come of it? who knows. something.