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Zach Jensen behind the scenes as Kit Fisto in Episode 2… the way this man genuinely made the character what he his just by being himself 😭 even Kit’s tentacles were directly inspired by Zach and I just want to meet him someday that’s all send tweet
my partner and i just found out abt parkour classes being held near us, strong feelings ensues
A brief history of Nautolans in film, TV, and gaming. Starting with Kit Fisto in Star Wars Episode II, Episode III, and both Clone Wars shows, eventually expanding to other characters in 2008 Clone Wars, The Old Republic, that one weird High Republic show, and Star Wars Jedi: Survivor (I love you Caij Vanda)
This of course isn’t counting characters like Nakano Lash from the various Star Wars books and comics - which are fantastic in their own right because they get to do cool things with the species that you’d never see on screen (shoutout to Nakano for indirectly introducing the Nautolan language)
And now with Star Wars: Galactic Racer on the way, we have a first look at a new, hopefully named, hopefully playable Nautolan character! Zero Company’s main character’s species can apparently be customized too… so let’s hope for a Nautolan option there too!
(Side note - I love green Nautolans but would it kill them to give us a different color?)
Pls my bsf just enteted my workplace and drew this Kit Fisto on an iPad and I love it sm
Ty @ofteasandherbs 💚
I’ve been thinking a lot today about the parallel between opening/closing lines of Hellboy (2004)… no particular reason but the line from Myers remains one of my favorite film quotes to this day.
In the beginning, we hear Professor Broom:
“What is it that makes a man a man? Is it his origins – the way things start? Or is it something else, something harder to describe?”
And as the movie ends, we hear John Myers:
“What makes a man a man? A friend of mine once wondered. Is it his origins? The way he comes to life? I don't think so. It's the choices he makes. Not how he starts things, but how he decides to end them.”
In a lot of ways I consider Myers to be the real main character, or at least central character of the first film - the quotes are talking about Hellboy himself fairly clearly, but Myers also had to overcome similar obstacles like fitting in (with the BPRD), breaking away from his government training and instincts, literally coming to life, and at the end of the movie, learning to trust and love and be content. He was inspired to do all that by Professor Broom (who we heard the first quote from!) and eventually learns to respect Hellboy just as Hellboy has to learn to respect Myers.
Because they both finally see in each other the essence of those lines - it’s not your origins that define you, it’s the choices you make and how you decide to live your life.
And I just think that’s neat.
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Normalize ranting about your friends!! If that wasn’t warning enough - RANT INCOMING
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Every now and then I’m reminded of how good I have it now… when I was 16 I had a really, really tight friend group of about 6 or 7 people. We did literally everything together. We met in marching band (as you do) and ended up hanging out almost every day, we started multiple dnd sessions, went to movies, hikes, malls, etc and it was an absolute joy. That friend group split. HARD. In 2016 when the elections were happening, some social media posts were made by some of the members that got other members upset. Because, guess what? Having an identical political alignment was more important to them than our friendship. Literally out of nowhere one day, while I was on vacation no less, the group split. Haven’t heard from any of them in the almost 10 years since. It hurt, bad. I started college in 2018 with not a single friend in the world besides a few people in a discord server who I’d never met. I resigned myself to the type of “loner” lifestyle that seemed cool to me at the time - trying ti give off a vibe that made me seem calm, collected, confident, satisfied with my life. I was anything but satisfied.
Flash forward a bit to 2022. I’m about to graduate college. I made a few friends in marching band (again lol), none, except one, that I’d consider real friends. But at this point I’ve pretty much gaslit myself into actually believing that this lifestyle was okay, and all I needed. Wake up, go to class, go home, play games, go to bed, rinse, repeat. With the occasional work shift thrown in. I had great times throughout the years with my family, but that hole was always there. I just never knew it.
Later in the year, I reconnected with an old friend from a youth group I used to attend. We hadn’t spoken in years, and it was great to catch up, but the most important thing to come out of that interaction was an invitation to join a group called the Mando Mercs Costume Club. I had been interested in similar clubs for a while, and my friend eventually wore me down enough to break out of my comfort zone and give it a try.
It took another year or two, but I finally started making an effort in this group to meet people and socialize. It was hard to break out of that shell at first, let me tell ya. It still is sometimes. I keep getting hit with all these issues that I’ve never actually known I had. Social anxiety, probably some form or several of depression, complete lack of self-confidence that leads to self-deprecation at every turn, impostor syndrome. I’m plagued with constant thoughts that I’m not good enough for these people, that they’re just hanging out with me because they have to/it would be rude not to. I feel like I’m just tolerated and no one actually wants me around. Because for the longest time, it was true. I’m not used to having people around me who genuinely care about me in so many ways. I’m constantly worried about messing up and losing these friendships for good. I don’t have to change who I am for these people despite constantly wanting to. I don’t have to prove anything. These people, they love me for me. All the issues, all the annoyances, all the jokes and pain and everything. I have really close friends that I can share things like this with. I have friends who I can nerd out with and go to events with and be completely comfortable. I have friends who I don’t know as well, but are always kind and respectful and a delight to talk to. I have a friend who I now hang out with every week, and we do dnd, work on art, eat (very) good food, build armor, and we have so much fun. I have a smaller group of friends who I play games with pretty regularly in the evenings. I have a friend who’s a fellow musician and we talk all the time about setting up some jam sessions. I hope that actually makes it out of the planning phase someday. I have 2 friends in particular who are getting married soon, and invited me to be in their honor guard. I’m still not over that. I have friends I can meet for dinner, even just the 2 of us, and it’s genuinely a delight to catch up and talk with these people. I want to emphasize - these may be completely normal things that other people have had their entire lives - this is ALL completely new to me. I’ve never had these kinds of friends in my life. I can hang out with people for holidays now!! How cool! And the fact that most of these people have been through so much more than I have, and yet still want to spend time with me?? Ughhhh. Every event that I go to, I’m greeted warmly by pretty much everyone. People look forward to spending time with me, for some strange reason. Heck, I was recently headed out on a trip to Ohio, and I had a bunch of complications with my flight that ended up leaving me stranded in the airport overnight – I had a few friends texting me until ungodly hours in the morning, making sure that I was OK and helping me navigate the situation. I’m going to renn fair for the first time in a very, very long time with some of my closest friends! Multiple times too!
Long story short - there’s some Burrito lore for you if you wanted it. I owe this club, these people, my friends, more than I could ever hope to repay. I truly believe they saved my life whether any of them knew it or not. I’m still working through a lot, and I’m probably doing so silently because that’s just how I’m used to doing it. I’m still struggling socially, still dealing with waves of insecurity, no one’s perfect, especially not me. But if you see this, and you’re a friend, I want you to know - I love you. I really, really do. You mean the world to me. I’m sorry I don’t say it more, or in-person, but please know it’s always true and I’m always working to feel like I’m worthy of your time and energy and friendship. I don’t express these kinds of emotions often which is why you’re getting them in a Tumblr post. But every once in a while, like I said earlier, I’m reminded of how different my life looks now, how much worse it was just a few years ago, and how undeserving I am of all of these friends I have now. I think about every little interaction - from normal conversations, to quick talks at dinners, to shared texts and reels, all the way down to quick hugs and words of encouragement shared after events. It makes me cry sometimes, I’m not ashamed to admit it.
From the bottom of my heart - thank you. Sorry for the really long, emotional, probably crazy hard to understand post. Enjoy the HONSE image. Love ya.
Kit Fisto fandom I need you to get angry with me
