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(Long cockles anon) oh my word! you really went all out lol.... so ive read the whole thing and PLEASE dont see me as an anti (i swear im not and im trying to be totally open-minded) buuut im going to be the bad guy and ask some questions that might get under your skin a little bit (so im sorry in advance). ((Also side note: i apologize if some of my questions are what you already covered in your post sometimes my brain just ✨drifts✨ when i read)) (1)

(2) Note before i begin: i am not trying to convince you or anyone else that cockles isnt real im just trying to better understand this side of the fandom. SO with that being said, here are my follow ups: a lot of this evidence you presented, can be considered, in my mind, as circumstantial (for example, the almost kiss could have been jensen not knowing which shoulder misha was going towards)....

(3) ...i am not sure what im looking for here, but i guess the best question to ask is how do you (or i) not see it as being a part of *their* dynamic as friends or just purely coincidence? How is some reaction (for example the first grinding gif) not purposefully overdramatic and silly?

(4) Another thing I would like to mention is that i am not too well-versed in polyamorous relationships. I am aware that misha and vicki are poly and have had (consenual!!!) relations outside(?) their marriage. But, (and please correct me if im offending someone) how can we determine that that is something that danneel and jensen partake in? I know theyve gone on family trips and double dates, but what makes those different from any other family trip with another family?

(5 of 5 this one is a bonus from my reaction to the boner segment): "Ah yes. 'Tis a penis" ~sincerely my innocent aroace brain thats too afraid to use google to better determine if its a boner or just a weird angle/dick position🤦‍♀️(i swear im an adult but im good with just taking your word for it)

(in reference to these asks/this reply, putting my answer under a readmore so y’all don’t have to scroll past my rambling.)

that’s okay, hon, i get that you’re just trying to understand. i’ll answer as best i can.

firstly, you’re entirely right that some things can be explained away as circumstantial, but that’s exactly why i present miles-long posts with twenty gifs and dozens of links to present my case. once you have the full picture in view, that totality casts a filter over all other interactions. one, two, ten “that’s odd” moments can be called a coincidence, but dozens of them? hundreds? 

that’s why i made all these posts, because i possess the totality of information, and if i present one or two small pieces of it, or if i just say “cockles is real” all of those without the totality are likely to think i’m crazy or at least wrong. i’ve yet to have anyone, once i’ve laid out my entire case, tell me they’re unconvinced. 

as for how do we know that they aren’t just overdramatic and silly - well, they are that, yes; part of their relationship is being silly and dramatic. but... argh, there are a lot of things that i can intuitively grasp through body language that are difficult to then put into words. let’s say, with the grinding gif - yes, jensen’s face is overdramatic and silly. but misha is still grabbing his ass and rubbing up against his crotch, and if he was at all uncomfortable with that being done, it would show on his face because he’s really bad at hiding his emotions when he’s not acting. he’s playing it up, but he’s relaxed and excited about what’s going on.

and there are plenty of moments that are intimate as hell but quiet and casual. the casualness is really so telling, because it’s clear that touching each other intimately is second nature, it’s something they do without thinking. it is normal for them to touch intimately.

i might be asexual, but even i can see that there is a crazy amount of sexual tension between them. like, the way they stare at each other is so charged. they get lost in their own world of staring and giggling and standing too close, and yes, that’s just part of their dynamic, but that is a romantic/sexual thing. people who are buddies wouldn’t have that as part of their dynamic or else they wouldn’t be buddies. 

to draw a comparison, there was a time in the gag reel that jared leaned down and kissed misha, and i swear it doesn’t have a fraction of the sexual tension of these gifs of cockles whispering in each other’s ears.

and it’s not just a coincidence, because it happens every time they’re around each other, for twelve years. there is never a time where they “drop” it like it’s an act or a joke after which they go back to being normal. this is their normal.

re: poly relationships. i am also not an expert, because i feel that if i was in a relationship i would probably be monogamous, and i don’t even do that kind of relationship. i don’t think your question is offensive, but i think the answer is that if you give me a problem that is “5 + ? = 8″ i can extrapolate that the answer is 3. 

in other words, if jensen and misha are in a relationship, then jensen and danneel are poly. since they haven’t come out and said they’re poly, i can’t offer you any evidence to prove it, but i have a mountain of evidence that jensen and misha are in a relationship, that jensen adores his wife, and that danneel and misha are good friends.

poly relationships can take many different forms, so without evidence i have no idea if j/m are the only ones involved with each other, if misha and danneel are involved, if jensen and vicki are involved, or what. since i don’t have any evidence beyond cockles, any further suppositions are just speculation, and because they’re real people i try to avoid pure speculation and stick to what they have consented to be being publicly shared. they may not want us to know the answer to that question, so i respect not trying to figure it out.

when i include stuff about the collins’ and ackles’ being close, i’m not trying to prove that they’re having foursomes or something, just establishing that they are close and therefore their wives are aware of and consenting to what’s going on. they’re all fine with this. they actively engage in this. too many people will see you shipping cockles and go “are you accusing them of cheating on their wives???” so that’s a point i try to make clear. i would never say it’s adultery and i am providing evidence that their families are close, it’s not some secret affair.

re: the boners - i understand you completely. i do not like looking at penises. but, and i want this part acknowledged, i did not seek out the information that jensen typically dresses to the left, i was unexpectedly assaulted by this photo of jensen clearly not wearing underwear (and, well, clearly blessed in all areas). when he does his misha-boner dance or you see something in his pants, it’s on the left side. again, i do not like looking at or talking about penises, but i unwillingly possess this information, so i am sharing it so you too can unwillingly possess it. 

i hope that answers your questions, though you’re free to ask more and i’ll answer as best i can. very little provides me as much serotonin as talking about cockles, so i can literally do this all day lmao.

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Two Sides of the Coin (7)

Chapter 7: Comfort in the Midst of Irony | Jidné Sheedra x Cal Kestis

Summary: Hell-bent on exacting revenge and retrieving the Holocron, the dreaded Darth Vader is now on the hunt for the young Jedi Knight, Cal Kestis. Under the assumption that he still possessed the artifact, while fueled by the intrigue of the boy’s strength and skill with the Force, the dark lord hires the bounty hunter, Jidné Sheedra, to track him down and have him delivered alive. However, the task becomes a trial for young Jidné, as she faces a conflict that tests her beliefs of a scarred past she had hidden for so long.

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Tags: Fem OC, Jidné Sheedra, Force-Sensitive! Fem OC, Bounty Hunter! Fem OC, Jedi! Fem OC

Chapters: 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 | Previous: Part 6 | Next: Part 8 | Masterlist

7 of ?

Cal had just gotten back out into the open and found the river that divides the town from the jungle where he came from. He knelt by the bank, scooping up cold freshwater and splashing it into his face, scraping himself clean off the sweat and dirt. He used the last handful of water to comb his scarlet hair using his bare fingers.

He finally crosses the bridge, upon his entrance into the town, he was greeted with the colors spread across from each end of the street, hollers of vendors and haggling buyers rung loud between the walls of the buildings. Stall owners gesture at Cal to at least look at their wares, he politely dismisses them as he passes them by.

“Be careful not to overheat your scanners, BD!” Cal beamed, knowing that the curious little BD-1 is going to scan everything left and right as they go.

“Woop, trill! Chirp.”

“Yeah, this place sure is pretty,”

“Boo! Trill, beep!”

“Oh, you meant Jidné? Yeah, she is kinda pretty,”

Cal wandered off farther into the town, the thought of the Force ripple and Jidné ran tirelessly around his mind. He recalled the nudging sensation that he’s gotten ever since he and the crew landed, then the feeling spiked when he discovered Jidné—more so when she took his hand to help her stand up. The image of her constantly flashed behind his eyes—the shy smile that responded to his awfully awkward one-liners and quips burned into his memory, the melody of her voice, and the way she moved with her lightsaber.

Looking back, he rarely—in fact, never—encountered another Padawan who wielded a purple blade. The only person he knew who did was Master Windu.

Cal found himself into a modest-looking pub, light instrumentals filled the establishment as its patrons chattered amongst themselves over their drinks. He regretted that he didn’t wear the kind of poncho that had a hood; fortunately for him, no one seemed to have noticed the boy come in the bar. Cal scanned the place and saw no sign of Stormtroopers doing patrol, he sighed in relief.

“Something mild,” he orders to the bartender.

While waiting for the bartender to work on it, Cal surveyed the place again—the cantina was filled with so many species that he couldn’t name them all. The humans were also bizarre-looking: cosmetic implants attached to certain parts of their bodies, hair dyed in outlandish colors that match or complement their facial tattoos, with matching makeup on their eyes and lips to boot—especially the women.

The bartender slid Cal’s glass towards him, to which the boy halted the sliding with the cushion of his palm. The first sip was always the strongest one, no matter the alcohol level, a hot sensation seared his palate; he smacked his tongue against the insides of his cheeks until the fizz leaves his mouth. In the corner of his eye, he spotted a Haxion Brood hunter and the HURID droid; before they’d spot him back, Cal slightly angled his body so the back of his head faces them—though it doesn’t help him much because his red hair was the only defining feature they know to identify him.

Cal scooted a bit closer next to a Talz, hoping that the size of the creature would shield him from the hunters’ sights. It worked, but only for a moment. He had to move quick. He left his glass half-empty, slipped a gold credit to the bartender, and attempts to vanish in the pub. Little did he know that the hunters noticed him turn his back to leave the bar; he sensed them following him, so he briskly walked towards the denser crowd to blend in and lose the hunters at the same time.

“There he is!” the human hunter pointed with his bionic hand.

Both hunters shouldered their way through the crowd in the marketplace, especially the HURID droid who practically plowed his way through the people—it’s highly likely that the people he’s shoved and push will have a bruise pop out of them any day after that—meanwhile, Cal was careful in going through the crowd, matching their pace, regretting some more that he didn’t wear the hooded type of poncho.

“Out of my way!” the HURID droid bellowed, pushing away a local who stumbled upon the stall he was browsing at.

Cal picked up his pace while continuously mumbling “Pardon me” and “Excuse me” to the people he shoulders through. When he got into a wide space, enough for him to run, he bolted through the market’s streets—it didn’t take long until he came across another wave of people filling the road. He didn’t slow down for that though, he continued to run, looking over his shoulder from time to time—as consequence, he bumped into a stranger as he ran and they stumbled to the ground together.

From the fall, the cowl revealed its owner to be Jidné.

“Cal?”

“Jidné?”

Jidné groaned as she rubbed the back of her head, Cal’s brain was going haywire—deciding whether to bolt away and miss Jidné or simply hide with her tagging along against her will.

“Where is he!?” the HURID droid roared, drowned amongst the crowd.

There was no time for questions, Cal chose the latter option that his brain made in the last minute. He snatched her wrist as soon as she sat up and dragged her along. They crawled towards a market stall, sitting into a tucked position as their backs hug the wooden planks that make up the kiosk’s wall.

“What’s going on?” Jidné whispered.

“Shh!”

Cal braced her with his entire arm, both of them huddled together to the dust—just so they’re in the same height as the short-fenced market stall. Jidné was startled with the entire rough-and-tumble but she immediately knew what Cal was trying to pull.

The stampeding footsteps of the Haxion Brood hunter and his HURID companion approached their spot, they stopped just a few inches past the stall; both the young Jedi and the bounty hunter stuck their backs against the wooden planks more—both youngsters were frozen in place as they couldn’t look away from their pursuers, Jidné’s eyes fixed on the two goons, the human hunter was scanning the area. Not waiting for that hunter to turn his head to their direction, Jidné clutched for Cal’s arm on her shoulder and then put all of her focus on using her ability.

“What was that?!” the hunter snarled, abruptly twirling to face Jidné and Cal’s general direction.

Cal’s felt his heart fall to his feet when he met eyes with the hunter, but it occurred to him that the hunter apparently cannot see them. He swears that he’s face-to-face with the Brood hunter right now! The hunter is literally one step away from him, he shuddered at how close he is with the enemy but the Brood agent isn’t doing anything.

Cal looked to his side and saw the steely expression in Jidné’s face, he felt her hand around his, she afforded a quick side-eye as she caught him staring at her—he was beginning to grasp that she was doing this.

“You see ‘im, Fazer?” asked the bruiser droid.

The human hunter, Fazer, squinted his eyes and panned that one empty nook right beside the market stall.

“Argh! Nah, probably just a vermin or somethin’ I heard,” he grumbled.

“He must’ve went that way!” the droid pointed to their direction up ahead and then darted through.

Soon the footsteps receded, Jidné didn’t remove her hand from Cal’s until there was no sight of that pair. She scrambled to her feet, still crouched to the same level as the market stalls, and then peeked out into the street while ignoring the startled locals looking between them and the two hunters running ahead.

“I think they’re gone,” she turned around to Cal, still seated on the dust, mouth gaped open as he still tried to comprehend what happened seconds ago.

“How did…?” he mumbled. It was so quiet that Jidné didn’t hear it as she checked out their surroundings.

“You seem like you have a knack for attracting trouble.”

“Yeah well, there’s a bounty on my head for being a Jedi. The group that’s after me isn’t exactly the friendliest bunch,”

Jidné bit her lip. The whole thing is so uncanny that it hurt her on the inside.

“Right,” she hummed as casually as she could.

When the coast was truly clear, Cal brought himself up his feet and dusted off the yellow sand that clumped on his jacket and pants.

“Sorry, I kinda dragged you in there for a moment,”

“Wait, did you think those Haxion goons were gonna come after me too—that’s why you pulled me in with you?”

“Yeah, I…” Cal was patting off the dust from his sleeve until it occurred to him, he jerked his head to face Jidné. “Wait. How’d you know they were Haxion?”

Oh fuck! Jidné’s conscience screamed so loud that her mouth nearly replicated the words.

“I had my own run-ins with them,” she shrugged her shoulders. She nodded at the alley on her left. “Come on, this way should be safer. Less open, more hidden.”

Jidné led Cal into the narrow annex of the main road, doors lined the walls—assuming that this was another residential area that sits behind the business establishments—and worked their way out of the crowded part of town.

“You got yourself into a bar fight or something?” Jidné blurted.

“No, I was just out to get a drink until I spotted them—I guess they spotted me when I was about to leave,”

“Sounds like you haven’t truly mastered the art of subtlety,” she clapped back.

“Hold on,” he pressed. “What was that just now?”

“The what?”

“That!” Cal gestures at the space behind him, but Jidné knew what he exactly meant. “You saw the hunter, he was literally right in front of us! But… he didn’t see us? That couldn’t be me—I’m sure as hell that that’s not me!”

Jidné was calm, completely the opposite definition of Cal’s hysteria. She sighed. There’s no escape for her with these kinds of questions again.

“I don’t think this is the best place to explain, don’t you think so too?” quipped the young hunter.

Cal surveyed the area, residents standing outside their homes—for reasons unknown—and children playing in the narrow annex with their balls and playthings laid out on the road. Some of the folks have already noticed the two of them standing awkwardly together by the wall.

“Alright, I suppose you lead the way then?”

“Just stay close,” she sternly instructed.

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The intricate network of roads, annexes, and alleys in the town of Ombari was confusing, but if one knew the landmarks and kept it in mind, then it would be easier to navigate through the town. Jidné and Cal passed through some intersections here and there, they were looking for a spot that wasn’t too crowded—a few people wouldn’t be a bother, Jidné only preferred to have less people around and Cal concurred with that.

Cal kept his questions to himself. As they go along, more and more questions pile up in his mind—particularly, questions about Jidné herself.

They found themselves in the base of the hill where the town was situated. There were more small-time businesses lining up the path just right in front of the main entrance, but farmers and tillers mostly resided at the stretch of landed where they had plotted their modest farms and vegetable gardens. Their harvests were already in display for those who wanted to buy, they were no different from the vendors in the town proper though—except the noise wasn’t a factor in their part.

“That spot by the riverbank looks okay,” Jidné nodded at her north, gesturing at the river gleaming underneath the afternoon sun.

She and Cal sat on the other side of the river, across the hill where they could observe the farmers till and plow their crops, underneath the shade of the trees that framed along the winding river.

Both of them were getting tired—or perhaps, fed up—with the same old silence that always hung heavily around them, no matter the space in between, it’s always there. Neither of them saw it a sign for either of them to start a conversation.

“So, about what happened back in the marketplace?” Cal prompted.

Jidné exhaled and prepared herself.

“Can you like… cloak anything or anyone?” he added.

“When you put it that way, yeah,” she looked at him in the eye, then her eyes wandered to her own hands. “At first, it was simply just activating and deactivating it—in a way—it was hard for little ol’ me that time. I was fresh out of the Initiate Trials back then.”

Cal didn’t avert his gaze from Jidné, he shifted between examining her hands and then to her whenever she spoke.

“But now that I’m older—even back then when I was still a Padawan—I learned how to wield it better. I can manipulate how transparent I want things or people to appear, whether they’d be as thin as smoke or as invisible as the air we breathe.”

“Do you really need to touch in order to make things almost or completely invisible?”

Jidné clenched her fist, “It makes it easier for me if I do, and the area of effect varies too. Not touching them but still focusing on my target can have them be under the influence of my Force Shroud, but only for a time. Whereas being in physical contact, it’s the same—except twice or thrice as better. It all boils down to a matter of distance, really.”

He let all of that information sink into him, trying to grasp how Jidné’s Force ability worked. It wasn’t difficult to understand, though he could imagine the possibilities if one could master such a power.

“I don’t think I’ve heard of another Jedi with an ability like that,”

“My master thought the same thing,” her tone became more somber at the memory.

Cal’s next question might be one of the most personal ones, but he had a feeling that his master might have known hers. Regardless, he put that question for another time—he figured it might have been a topic too heavy for her, considering that she was also a Jedi who must’ve lost everything.

And lost everything she did.

“So, you got anything special in you too, ginger?” she initiated.

Instead of using words, Cal searched for a target—any target. He spotted a pile of shards from earthenware that beached onto the shore of the river, hidden well between the reeds; he scooted closer to the shard pile and hovered his hand over it. Jidné watched and she could feel the slight ripple send out a weak shockwave and a gust of wind.

“These pots were used by farmers to ferment the grain and wheat into some kind of liquid. They collected water to continue the fermentation process, but some wild animals jumped on them and broke them,” Cal explained.

Impressed, Jidné flicked her eyebrows up at Cal, who seemed proud of his little demonstration and proved it with a smirk across his lips.

“I think I’ve read about a power like that a long time ago. You touch an object and you get a glimpse of its past… A Force Echo.”

“Exactly,”

“Interesting,” she hummed, a smile involuntarily curled along her lips.

For a moment, Jidné forgot that she was a bounty hunter. The feeling of having someone to connect with something familiar from a distant past was intoxicating. She and Cal continued to banter about topics that weren’t exactly correlated with one another—for instance, their own droids.

Jidné told Cal the story of finding ID-3 in a disposal bin. She was expertly vague in leaving out some details that could go unnoticed. She recalled the time when she took a look at ID, he was apparently still in tiptop shape—all he needed was a circuit wire replacement and a good power recharge.

“The poor thing wasn’t exactly given the right attention,” Jidné cooed, petting ID-3’s flat-topped head. “So I patched him and now he’s mine!”

“What else did you do to ID-3?”

“Oh, just added some little perks and tweaks that might come in handy sooner or later. The little saucer never failed me so far,”

The black droid chirped happily, absorbing all of the compliments that poured out of Jidné’s mouth and she truly meant them.

Cal and Jidné whiled away the afternoon bantering some more and letting their droids get to know with one another. This was one of the rare moments where Jidné allowed herself to let loose—although the moment was lighthearted and happy, she couldn’t ignore the irony that gleamed blindingly in front of her face: the irony that such comfort is coming from the exact person that she is hunting down.

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Post C. Script

Silent film, illustrated musically, with intertitle cards to help indicate the dialogue and narratives. The images are in black and white however the setting for the film is in the modern day. 

The intertitle cards will be black typical of the ones originally used in silent films.They will have an elegant motif round the border and the text will be of an elegant font to match the border. The title cards will fade to and from the film. 

INT - HOUSE // Bedroom. 

Shows a shot of the bed where the protagonist is asleep.Alarm clock on the bedside table. Alarm clock actually rings - diagetic sound. Person leans over and hits the clock off, claps hands. Film music/soundtrack starts to play. Editing ‘typical rewind’ as the clip reverses and starts from the beginning. 

TITLE CARD: The Beginning. 

Close up of alarm clock. person leans over to turn it off however this time is distressed because they are late. Close up of the protagonist yawning,looking disorientated and tired.

TITLE CARD: Argh!!-- Im late!!!

Shows her running to the bathroom through the hall way.

INT - HOUSE // Bathroom 

Shows the protagonist running into the room. Close up of her opening the cabinet. Next shot shows her about to brush her teeth. She is very tired. She accidentally uses the wrong tube instead of the tube of toothpaste. She brushes her teeth still not realising she has picked up the wrong thing. Medium shot showing her disgust and spitting out the toothpaste.

TITLE CARD: UGH! Where are my glasses?

INT - HOUSE // Hallway

Medium long shot shows protagonist running through the hall.

INT - HOUSE // Bedroom

Close up shows the protagonist in the room walking to the wardrobe. Next shot shows her throwing clothes onto the bed to wear. Then she puts of the tights and gets stuck and falls over. She puts on her t shirt next and gets stuck in the top. Close up as she walks away showing the ladder in her tights

INT - HOUSE // Hallway

Birds eye view shot of her going down the stairs slowly. 

INT - HOUSE //Kitchen 

The protagonist runs into the kitchen. Medium shot shows her angled from the side, reaching into the cupboard and getting a coffee cup and pouring the coffee in the cup followed by the cold water instead of the hot. Close up shows her spitting it out into the sink. next the protagonist is shown eating a banana in which she eats and throws the skin in the bin but misses.Medium close up shows the protagonist stood in front of the fridge with the door open as they are rubbing their stomach to convey that they are hungry. She takes out the milk and sits down at the counter. She pours the cereal and milk everywhere. A close up is used here to show that she's tired as her head goes into the bowl of cereal.

TITLE CARD: Ouch!!

The next shot shows her putting the bowl away in the sink and going round to the door to leave but she slips on the banana skin.

INT - HOUSE // Downstairs Hall

The next two medium shots show her running into the bathroom and back out again. The next shot flicks to her putting on her shoes as she runs out the house.

EXT - OUTSIDE // Driveway

The final shot of the short film shows the protagonist running down the drive with toilet roll sticking out her tights.

LINKS TO MY CREATIVE INVESTIGATION:

Certain shots i will be using will be of the same nature to those in my focal films for example the birds eye view shot I will be using mimics the angles used in ‘Safety Last!’ and ‘The General’. The style of acting in my focal films with also aimed to be replicated in my own as well as some of the typical comedy gags. I will also add in a bit in the end with me as the director right at the end, this is similar to Keaton and Chaplin's way of work as they themselves direct their films as well as star in them so therefore at the end I will do the same.