#climb

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"Before the climb begins, take a moment on the rock… that’s where strength is gathered. Embrace the climb, for the summit of today awaits." 🌞🪨

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[grymorfinon]

I might have said this before in the past but as Andor Season 2 approaches I want to say that I really like the theme of “climbing” in Season 1. Each arc ends with Cassian literally ascending. In the Ferrix arc in the premiere he and Luthen are escaping the planet while at the same time in the flashbacks Maarva is “saving” him from Kenari and her and Clem escape the incoming Republic ship. In the second arc Nemik (Rest in Peace) literally tells him to “Climb!” Through the Eye of Aldhani. You can hear the prisoners telling Cassian and each other to “climb” as they escape Narkina 5.

The exception being in the finale where Cassian is the one who tells Bix, Brasso, and B2EMO to “fly until you’re over the water, then *climb*.”

All throughout S1 he meets people who physically and metaphorically lift him up, and by the end he’s the one raising up his loved ones while he goes to join the Rebellion.

And, of course, “Climb!” Is the last thing K-2SO says to Cassian before he dies on Scarif.

[betyoudidntcatchthat]

how heartbreaking is it that these are some of the last words that cassian hears from some of the most influential people to him

“climb!”

and always just before they die

[lulublack90]

Prompt 29 - Climb

@jegulus-microfic October 29, Word count 881

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He couldn’t believe how many compliments Sirius had given him. He had no idea how to react to the praise, so he just nodded and smiled quick little smiles. He’d grabbed James’s hand at some point but couldn’t remember when. All he knew was that he couldn’t let go. He found it strangely calming, that simple touch. He felt confident enough with it to say a few things to his brother, even if they were only one or two-word answers. 

“So where are you living now?” Sirius asked him after returning his sketchbook. He chewed his lip for a moment, knowing what Sirius was really asking. 

“In the Halls. It’s noisy, but…” But it wasn’t Grimmauld Place. He couldn’t go back there. His parents had thrown him out right before uni had started, cancelling all his fees. Luckily, the university had been understanding and let him start his studies and move into his room on the understanding that if he didn’t get the student loan, he would owe them for back payments. It had been the scariest time in his life, but it had all worked out in the end. 

“We loved Halls, didn’t we, Prongs? So many people to prank,” Sirius sighed nostalgically. 

“Yeah, but everyone knew it was us. I think the Prefects were glad to see the back of us,” James laughed. 

“W-w-what about you?” Regulus asked, wincing when he stuttered. Sirius looked at him sadly, remembering what had happened to Regulus at home if he dared to stutter within hearing of their mother. 

“Up until a few weeks ago, I lived here. That was my room,” Sirius said, pointing at a door just visible from the living room. 

“Why did you move out?” Regulus asked, his head filling with too many scenarios about James and his string of lovers and other highly upsetting things. 

“Remus and I got a place together,” Sirius shrugged. Regulus guessed there was more, but Sirius didn't elaborate.

“Hey, Pads, come help me make more tea,” James had stood up while the brothers were talking and started collecting their used cups.

“What, why?” Sirius whined. “Why can’t you do it yourself? It’s only three cups of tea,” James leaned over, his nose almost touching Sirius’s and said very slowly. 

“Mum sent over one of her chocolate cakes,” Sirius was out of his chair and racing towards the kitchen before James could stand up straight. 

“Oi, Prongs, takeaway tonight? Reggie, you're staying.” Sirius said, coming back into the living room with a mouthful of chocolate cake. Regulus was relieved that Sirius had told him he was staying rather than asking if he wanted to. “I’ve put the kettle on,” He told James as he went to sit back down. 

“Great, and now you can get cake for everyone and not just yourself,” James ordered, grabbing Sirius by the back of his shirt and preventing him from sitting. Sirius screwed up his face and mumbled profanity at James as James pushed him into the kitchen. Regulus couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. He sighed and leaned back, tilting his head into the cushions and closing his eyes. He was exhausted. A lot had happened in the last few hours. 

The front door opened again and a tired-looking, very tall man wandered in, yawning widely, his eyes half shut. He dropped his bag and flung himself across the sofa, his head landing in Regulus’s lap, while his arms wrapped around his waist. Regulus froze. The man froze too. He craned his neck back, staring up into Regulus’s face. 

“You are not Sirius,” He stated. Regulus shook his head. 

“Moony, Regulus. Regulus, Moony,” Sirius introduced them, not seemingly bothered by the fact that Remus was currently sprawled over Regulus. 

“Hi,” Regulus said quietly. 

“Moony's my nickname. You can call me that, or Remus. Whichever you prefer,” Remus told him gently before untangling himself from Regulus and going to greet Sirius. He kissed Sirius on the lips but yanked his head away as soon as they’d made contact and stared at him. 

“It’s in the kitchen,” Sirius said, and then Remus was gone. A groan came from the kitchen a second later and Sirius snorted. 

“Remus loves Effie’s cake more than he loves me,” Regulus now realised that Remus was Sirius's boyfriend. That made a bit more sense. 

“I’m sorry,” He blurted out. “He was on me before I could stop him,” He really hoped Sirius wouldn't be offended and told him to get out. But Sirius shrugged it off.

“It’s fine, don’t worry,” 

Remus and James came back with the tea things and plates of chocolate cake. James sat back with Regulus on the sofa, while Sirius took his chair again. Remus hesitated a second before he chose to climb onto Sirius’s lap, obscuring Sirius until he got himself settled. Grinning down at his large slice of cake. This was the weirdest tea party Regulus had ever been to. 

“So, Chinese for dinner?” James asked, sliding his hand into Regulus’s again. Regulus nodded at him as he took a bite of the chocolate cake James handed him. He let out a groan. 

“It’s the best, right?” Remus said, grinning at him. Regulus had no words, so continued to nod as he took another bite.

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Like snowflakes, the human pattern is never cast twice. We are uncommonly and marvelously intricate in thought and action, our problems are most complex and, too often, silently borne.

-- Alice Childress

(Verona, Italy)

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From pedroapud

[galladrabbles]

Happy New Year Dear Drabblers! This week, take your Galladrabble to new heights - your prompt is:

CLIMB 🪜

Oooh! Thank you, Julia! I hope everyone's good with heights. If not we will have the first meeting of people with fear of heights on Wednesday around this time, okay?! We got you all! ;)

Let's do this, dear Galladrabbles Crew. Your prompt this week is:

CLIMB

Happy Drabbling Everyone!

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cima capi - lago di garda - italy

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Climb

Thanks for this lofty @galladrabbles prompt, Julia @blue-disco-lights!

Previously, in The Lord and the Footman, Viviette told Ian she'd be super-cool with a lavender marriage. She awaited his response...

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Ian’s mind swirled. This was sudden, rash, ill-advised. He looked to Mickey, who nodded vigorously.

“Yes.” Ian stabilized. His eyes locked on Mickey’s as he spoke. “Yes, I’ll marry you.” 

Viviette beamed. “We’ll climb society’s ranks faster than creeping ivy. I expect a grand proposal. Over dinner, where my parents can parade you properly. Rosetta is going to seethe. This is perfect.” She lifted her overskirt and left the carriage house, still plotting.

Which left only Mickey. And hours of unscheduled privacy. 

Mickey gulped. He traced one finger down Ian’s neck, pressing his body close. “How about that riding lesson?”

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Max Climb Takeoff

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Impressive Wall Climbing Skills in Action