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Thinking about an awkward kleya not realizing the tightness in her chest she's feeling anytime she's by herself is loneliness + Vel accidentally becoming her emotional support bed-mate 🫠

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VELKLEYA NATION THIS IS NOT A DRILL ELIZABETH DULAU IS A FAN OF THE SHIP!!! (thread of her WA SummerCon panel)

“they’re both on yavin, they’re both single” elizabeth have you been looking at the ao3 tag

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Bix + 2x06

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Vel + 2x06

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The Kleya x Vel fic writers right now are keeping me alive and I want to salute you all for your service 🫡

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a lot of things get on my nerves. im constantly annoyed. and i also have a deep love of humanity and the world but everything is really annoying

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The Real Thunderbolts* Post Credit.

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seeing mon and kleya’s thrilling escapes from coruscant makes leia’s first reaction to luke and han even funnier. leia must’ve heard about these highly skilled rebels but then when she gets captured, she gets a hillbilly farmboy and an idiot smuggler to rescue her

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“Why are you scared of dating” I’m not scared of dating, I just haven’t found anyone’s company to be more enjoyable than my own. And also I don’t care

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YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME

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I enjoyed watching their scenes from the start. The actresses played well off each other and the writing was sarcastic and fun, but I didn’t actually ship it until this scene in the rain. And to be honest it’s not the scene itself that got to me, it’s how it was presented and when it was presented in the narrative.

The writers send a wounded Kleya off rudderless into the forest and by having the scene bleed into Partagaz suicide it sets a tone which slowly chills your stomach. You get this melancholic imagine burned into your retina as Kleya disconnects herself from the machines monitoring her wellbeing and then steps out into the rain. Especially melancholic as the scene plays out beneath the hypnotic lull of Nemik’s manifesto which starts off on “there will be times when the struggle seems impossible, I know this already, alone, unsure, dwarfed by the scale of the enemy-” That is what we leave Kleya on, that is the note on which she unhooks her lifelines and walks out into the dark void on. Only for it to be directly followed by Partagaz killing himself. It sets quite the dark tone in you mind. Instantly as we close out on the muffled blaster shot you worry not for the dead fascist, but for the roaming spy out in the cold. Worry real fucking bad that she too is about to walk the perimeter of self-harm town. What is there to stop her?

Fast forward to where we’ve got Vel at the same time. Vel is being an adorably sentimental little lesbian and is pushing for Cassian to reconnect with Bix. Sure the scenes is there to punch us in the gut as we as the audience already know that such a reconnection is not on the table and that Cassian will be dead soon. It does however also work as a good snapshot of what Vel’s mindset is like and the emotions she harbours. For her that human connection is something worth pushing and striving for. It’s made clear she is still pretty broken in her own grief, but to her human emotion and love are worth pursuing even in the face of all the darkness. Maybe she doesn’t see it for herself, but she pushes those around her towards it.

So we have a lost and emotionally unmoored Kleya with potentially suicidal tendencies and you have an equally lost Vel who is shown to still treasure, champion and maybe even yearn for love even though she herself have suffered grief because of past experiences. Those are the two ships that are sent off into the Yavin night with the sole purpose of crashing into each other. Two people in different stages of grief, but with an equally deep need for tenderness.

I don’t know which one we are supposed to assume saves who through the rainy encounter. But Vel gets a reason to care, a reason to comfort and a reason to be put together. Kleya on the other hand gets a safety-net, compassion to catch her in its webs as she’s free falling. A familiar person who anchors her to the moment, the cause and to herself. Suddenly the latter part of Nemik’s manifesto makes a comeback in your mind, “remember this, freedom is a pure idea, it occurs spontaneously and without instruction”. Which maybe isn’t just referring to freedom in its more traditional sense, but also as a synonym for human connection. Care, compassion and love are all spontaneous acts and cannot be killed no matter how many restrictions or legislations you try to apply to them. In that moment, in that scene, you feel it - the unstoppable flow of human connection occuring without instruction.

Whatever that connection between them is actually supposed to be canonically – well it’s up for interpretation, but personally it bumped the pieces into a position where I suddenly raised my eyebrow at what had come before. It was the metaphorical equivalent of being handed a blacklight in an Amsterdam hotelroom. I can now suddenly see what was always there, but which wasn't visible to my naked eye before. Am I pleased I now know what’s there? Maybe not entirely, because who needs more rare!pairs in their life?! Not me necessarily, but here we are and there’s no putting it back once you’ve seen it. Because you realise that for these two the show was actually just the prologue. Whatever their story is, it actually began there in the rain and the end - well it is yet to be written, but does appear to involve each other.

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