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I made the fatal mistake of joining a Reddit discussion about whether Jyn and Cassian have chemistry in Rogue One.
I politely told the author that yes, they do, and that's okay. People can love more than one person in their lifetime. I also recommended avoiding the Rogue One novelization, because if anything, it made the connection between Jyn and Cassian feel even stronger to me.Then someone replied that they would actually recommend the novelization for the exact opposite reason. Their argument was essentially that the book tones down the proto-romantic moments from the film, makes the relationship entirely platonic, and even reflects Alexander Freed's stated intention that Jyn and Cassian's bond wasn't romantic.
And that's the moment I started wondering whether we're failing to teach reading comprehension.
The distance between what is said and what is known to be true has become an abyss. Of all the things at risk, the loss of an objective reality is perhaps the most dangerous. The death of truth is the ultimate victory of evil (c)
Welcome to the Rebellion
Yes, i finally finished 🫠
Paper, graphite pencils
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VERY AGGRESSIVE REBLOG
So I received this book on a random day when it wasn’t supposed to arrive for another three weeks. Completely caught off guard in the best way really.
The book is surprisingly HEAVY, which somehow makes it feel even more special, like you’re holding the weight of all the design work and worldbuilding inside it, no joke! The process behind everything, the sketches, the early concepts of the show and how deliberate every choices was. Man, it’s genius! You can actually see the creative design evolve on the page. It’s truly a feast for the eyes, and completely worth it.
JULIAN MORRIS as PRINCE PHILLIP and SARAH BOLGER as PRINCESS AURORA Once Upon a Time 3.12: New York City Serenade
SLEEPING BEAUTY (1959)
dir. clyde geronimi, eric larson, wolfgang reitherman, les clark
Prince Phillip, side-eyeing everyone and everything since the 1300's.
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She's just happy to see her man fr
Just got jump scared while scrolling on IG by one of those “unboxing” videos of this new hyperrealistic Cassian Andor “Hot Toy” (doll/ action figure) where it basically looks like he’s being tortured. He’s bent in all directions, has the back of his head removed and is made to go cross eyed. It’s kind of hilarious and deeply disturbing at the same time, so some of you sick fucks (affectionate) on here might enjoy it. I needed a cup of tea to steady my nerves. Then I looked up the price of this thing and needed another cup of tea. 
1966 — Electoral College hearing
For the first three weeks of April, Kennedy crisscrossed the country, drawing huge throngs, trying to prove his popularity to the bosses who controlled the Democratic convention. “The crowds were savage,” recalled John Bartlow Martin, who was traveling with him as an adviser. “They pulled his cufflinks off, tore his clothes, tore ours. In bigger towns, with bigger crowds, it was frightening.” In Kalamazoo, Michigan, a housewife reached in the car and calmly removed Kennedy’s right shoe, which she displayed to reporters as a trophy of war. Kneeling on the seat of the car, his arms around Kennedy’s waist as the convertible inched along, Bill Barry desperately clung to the candidate as the crowds grabbed at him. “Not so tight,” Kennedy was heard to cry. “You’re going to break my back.” Barry’s knees were bloody; Ethel gave him a rubber kneepad. One over-heated woman yanked Kennedy’s head down by his tie; another pulled him out of the car altogether, breaking his tooth on the curb. Kennedy’s shyness would seize him at the beginning of a motorcade or mass rally. He would grimace, tight lipped, before plunging into a crowd—the same grim face he wore before diving into icy rapids. As the crowd closed in around him, he would just let his body go limp. “It was like he wasn’t there,” observed Peter Fishbein, a young aide who traveled with the candidate. “His stare was vacant.” Once, when their car was nearly rolled by a wildly impassioned crowd in California, Fishbein looked at Kennedy, who was limply waving and looking far away. “Even for him, it could be scary,” said Fishbein. -Evan Thomas, 'Robert Kennedy: His Life"