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Write it shitty, write it scared, write it without a clue but don't you be so spineless and have an AI write fanfic for you.

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You can hate him and say he's an asshole all you want, but the fact is Luthen is right and has been right every step of the way.

He knows he's an asshole. He's knows he's an awful person. That's literally what the whole "Sunless Space" monologue was about.

In the military, commanders have to make battle plans knowing they're going to lose a certain amount of soldiers. You don't want it to happen, but it's going to. And that's what Luthen is, except he doesn't have a military. He's one guy pitting the forces of the galaxy against each other.

And please don't get confused, Mothma and Yavin 4 and this Alliance would not have been possible without people like Luthen laying the groundwork. And Saw. And Maya Pei. And the Ghorman Front. And the Ghost Crew. And the Cloudriders. Every single cell, every single strategy, had their necessary place in the revolution.

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Partagaz saying the excuse to tell the public when they're looking for Kleya is she has a disease that could kill thousands and at the end of him, listening to Nemmec's rebellion speech and whispering "it just keeps spreading" mwah cinema

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Finished Andor but at what cost…

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Andor S2 Spoilers

Why Syril Karn became one of my favorite character.

Syril has truly become one of my favorite character.

He represents something deeper : what the Empire claims to be in the eyes of its loyal people.

He’s like the idealized version of law enforcement : meant to protect, to bring order.

But just like real-world systems corrupted from within, the Empire uses that trust to justify oppression.

And Syril embodies the ideal, the beauty in some way of what the Empire could have been.

That’s why, I think, Dedra is drawn to him. She’s the purest expression of the Empire’s true nature cold, ruthless, efficient.

Syril, on the other hand, is her opposite : he’s sincere, naive even. He believes in the Empire not for power, but for purpose. He’s the most innocent, idealistic version of what the Empire appears to be.

The Clone Wars created fear, chaos, and a longing for order and security and in that desperate longing, the Empire emerged, not just as a solution, but as the solution.

And watching him slowly realize the truth, as civilians are killed is devastating. You see it on his face : the collapse of everything he thought he stood for.

And when he sees Cassian again, he unloads all of that confusion, pain, and fury onto him. It’s so powerful especially because Cassian doesn’t even remember who he is. But for Syril, Cassian is the origin point. He’s where it all began.

And then his death… It’s so sudden. Just one shot to the head, no speech, no last moment. Cassian asks him, “Who are you?” and he says nothing. Then he’s gone.

That moment crushed me. I wanted him to live, to say something. But maybe that silence was the point. He died like a symbol being discarded. Like an object no longer needed.

And that… that’s what makes the writing so brilliant.

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My reaction when I heard the Ghorman people speak for the first time (I’m French)

“Am I haunted by my own Frenchness”

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My Holy Trinity.

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I will violently ride him till death do us apart.

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We love having diverse subplots….

Mon Mothma:

Syril & Dedra:

Cassian:

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He’s so hot <3

Andor One Year Later | 2.01

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Online petition for the return of the Show The Acolyte

Online petition HERE

Share as much as you can

(first time doing this we gotta stay hopeful)

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No but like wtf is this ? What the actual fuck.

We finally got something new, something fresh and they decided to cancel it because of fucking nostalgia-obsessed and racists dumbasses.

What can we do to bring the show back ?

No but hear me out (I’m delusional)

Online Petition like Change.org

Social Media campaigns: Make a trending Hashtag for example #SaveTheAcolyte #RenewTheAcolyte just like what they did for the Shows Lucifer and Brooklyn 99 (#SaveLucifer, #SaveB99)

This is what I can think for now, if you have more ideas I will happily add them.

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WHEN I CATCH LUCASFILM, LUCASFILM WHEN I CATCH YOU

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Bound and broken

Qimir x reader (enemies to lovers)

Warning : Jealous Qimir, Yandere themes, Possessive Qimir, afab reader, Enemies to lovers. English is not my first language.

Synopsis : Qimir could never forget you, you consumed his every thought, haunting his senses. It’s been years since he last saw you… until now.

 “you”

Your voice cracked, you felt as if your legs were going to leave, your gaze traveled around his features, eyes widening in both horror and in a desperate plea for not to be true, as realization settled in, each breathing became rapid as if a hand was over your mouth smothering you. You lowered your lightsaber, putting your other hand over your chest, you tried to breathe but you couldn’t, tears frightening to trickle down your eyes as you were looking around you, dead bodies, after dead bodies, almost all the jedis that came with you were dead. 

The Jedi killer in front of you was standing still, in contrast to your emotional distress, his eyes lit on fire, he was ready to fight, ready about what’s going to come, his red lightsaber standing proud while yours was frightening to fall down in your own hand. 

“Hello old friend” He spoke with a nostalgic tone, his voice tinged with a wistful longing for the past, yet a faint smirk played on his lips, hinting at a mixture of amusement and irony.

That day you begged the maker like you never had before. You implored not to be true, it can’t be him… please. You begged a painful truth to be washed, to be erased from this planet, from the entire galaxy. My old friend wouldn't do this ! You tried to deny, please he wouldn't, I swear it ! You tried to promise. Lies, lies and lies…

You opened your mouth but no words came out, your lips, slightly parted, caught in a whisper of pain, trembled ever so slightly. The curve of your mouth was tinged with despair, a silent testament to the heartbreak you were enduring.

No attachment the Jedi order said, and you followed that rule dearly, but only one person could shatter this rule into pieces, and that one person was Qimir, your old friend.

He at least let you digest the unbearable truth, once a dead friend now a dark sider. He was patiently waiting for your next move, his eyes traveled around your features, you never really changed, he noted, after all these years, except for your demeanor you weren’t a hopeful person anymore, once a lighthouse, your smile was a beacon of warmth and hope in the stormy seas of his once padawan life. Now, the light has dimmed a long time ago, leaving the horizon dark and forlorn, your joy hidden behind clouds of silence. 

Was it because of him? He asked himself, clinging to the hope that it was. He longed for the thought of him to consume your days, your nights, and every fleeting moment in between. He wished to invade your dreams and nightmares alike, until your mind was clouded with nothing but him. Just as you had enveloped his every thought, all these years being apart from you. 

You tried to collect yourself, tightening your grip around your lightsaber, your gaze never wavering from the Jedi-killer you once called “friend”. With a deliberate motion, you unfastened the clasp of your cloak. The fabric, once draped around you like a shadow, fell away to reveal your form beneath. Your Jedi apparel was one of black, showing your never ceasing grieve after learning about his supposed death. You summoned the Force, drawing another lightsaber from the ground near a cold, lifeless body that was once brimming with hope. 

You got into a fighting stance. Eyes Locked in yours, Qimir angled his body and started moving to the right. You instantly mirrored him, the both of you circled each other with calculated steps. 

“You really didn’t know i was alive” He declared, disappointed. Was our bond throughout the force not strong enough for you to not know whether he was alive or not ? He asks himself. Is it because of the pitiful jedis that surrounded you and clouded your mind ?

He clenched his jaw, jealousy surged through him, consuming his every sense. He had felt the unique connection you shared with those two Jedis. Master Sol and the dead one, Yord was it ? It didn’t matter anymore. 

Without any warning Qimir wielded his lightsaber, clashing it against yours in a brutal force, getting rid of the distance between you two rather quickly, your face was now just inches apart from him.

Finally he spoke again, almost a whisper. A fragile blend of desperation, anger, and jealousy lacing his words. “Not even deep down ?”. 

With a determined growl, you pushed forward, using his lightsaber to drive him back. The brilliant glow of your blades illuminates the strain on both your faces, creating stark contrasts against the inky blackness of the forest. And it continued that way for a while, lightsabers clashing against each other while your movements wove together in a violent rhythm, a tragic dance. Qimir's fighting style was different, brutal, violent, he did not follow any rule, any principles. Eat or be eaten, peace was never an option.   

“Retreat now, this fight serves you no purpose ! Your life will be more doomed than it already is ! ” you urged, preparing yourself for another strike.

“My life as a jedi was already doomed the moment I laid eyes on you” he stated.

You frowned deeply, lowering your lightsaber with obvious confusion in your face “What are you talking about ?” you demanded. 

Before you could process any answer he jumped on you again, this time his leg kicked you right on your stomach making you curse yourself from getting distracted. The intensity of his action made your jump backwards, your back landed on a tree making you yelp in pain. 

"Fark!" you cursed under your breath as you struggled to get back on your feet. But it was no use, the distance between you and your lightsabers was too great. Desperation surged through you as you reached out with the Force, trying to summon at least one of the hilts back to your grasp. It began to stir, but before it could reach you, Qimir’s dark presence intervened. With a flick of his hand, he halted your attempt, his eyes fixed on you with a menacing gleam as he advanced, each step deliberate and threatening.

"How ironic that the very rule and lessons you Jedi swore to uphold have led to your defeat."

He lowered himself to get even closer to you, before you could make any sudden movement he pressed his red lightsaber against your shoulder. The intense heat of the lightsaber seared through your shoulder, causing a sharp, biting pain that radiated outward.

“I will die happily as one too”, you stammered painfully, your head felt dizzy as the agony surged through every part of your body.

He titled his head at your response, visibly a bit impressed at your stubbornness or did he find you rather stupid ? you couldn't really tell. He was getting dangerously close to your face, looking at your features carefully which was contorted with pain, every muscle tensed in a grimace of distress even after he stopped his lightsaber from harming you.

“I will kill the entire galaxy before I even kill you”, he whispered in your ear, making sure you heard each word clearly, before you felt yourself slipping away into unconsciousness as he used the Force to make you faint.

He looked at your passed out state. Carefully he slipped one arm under your shoulders and the other beneath your knees, lifting you from the cold ground, he could feel the faint, uneven breaths brushing against his neck as he started walking deeper into the forest before any other jedis came to your rescue.

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Chat how do we feel about this, I might write a part 2

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My WIP Fanfic waiting for me to finish it (it's been 3 months)

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Oh the Deadpool tag is trending? I wonder why—

… oh

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more deadpool and wolverine :3