I was tagged by my newest mutual, @petrichoravellichor. I love tag and ask games, so thanks a million!
Nickname(s): Vasili
Gender: cis male
Zodiac: Virgo
Height: 5′ 9″ but my girlfriend @antoniaeleni swears I’m like 5′ 6″
Time: 12:20am
Where I’m from: Miami (or more accurately, Miami-Dade County)
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw because I am apparently smart
Favorite show: There’s too many to count, but I really love Marvel’s Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., The Good Place, Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Supernatural, Law & Order: SVU and like everything else I’ve ever watched. (Currently binging Keeping Up with the Kardashians!)
Favorite animal: To pet? Puppies! To eat? Lamb!
Favorite band/artist: Linkin Park is my all-time number one! But I also am a big fan of Metallica, Taylor Swift, Halsey, Tim McGraw, Toby Keith, and Ariana Grande.
Song stuck in my head: "bad guy” by Billie Eilish
Last movie I saw: Aladdin (2019), dir. Guy Ritchie
Last thing I googled: "jessica jones av club reviews” (I’ve been watching the final season and want to see what the AV Club thinks of it)
Other blogs: None.
Do I get asks?: Not as often as I’d like, but I am an ask whore.
Why this username?: My original URL was vasilibox720 (my XBL Gamertag is Vasilibox 720), but I figured it was time to diversify my usernames. I first went to dumbassvasili, and then I realized I could highlight my love for Marvel instead of my stupidity.
Number of blankets: 1-2 thick, big ass comforters. I hate normal blankets.
Followers: 963
Following: 980
Average amount of sleep: can vary wildly between 4 and 10 hours of sleep
Lucky number: I go with 27 for my birth date.
What am I wearing: Fantastic Beasts logo tee and gym shorts.
Dream job: College professor, but I’ll settle for head exec of a movie studio high school teacher.
Dream trips: Every Disney theme park in the world. Also all across Europe on the Eurail.
Favorite food: Pastitsio is the only food that matters.
Instruments I play: My voice has received that highest accolade known as “skinning a cat.”
Eye color: Brown.
Hair color: Black.
Aesthetic: Marvel graphic tee, green cargo shorts or black gym shorts, New Balance sneakers. I like to call it dad bod chic.
Languages I speak: English.
Most iconic song: “Man! I Feel Like a Woman!” by Shania Twain is a song I used to sing along to a lot when I was a kid.
When I created this account: August 2013.
Why I created this account: A variety of factors that can be summed up as because I was told I should.
Best memory: Meeting Nia in real life :)
Best pun: My entire life!
Random fact: I love Rock Band and I have over 1,000 songs and it’s my favorite thing to do with friends.
Let’s tag 10 of my newer mutuals! @captmrambeau @captaincleansweep @carolsgauntlet @magicxmadness @rebel-space-ace @agentbeyonceofthelord @bluejay272 @mariganath @blondsak @acastleintheair
Heya! I'd pay for some boredom right now. We're having a new shelving unit delivered tomorrow (and of course no idea what time the delivery people will turn up), so the last few days have been all shifting stuff off the old rickety bit onto... wherever else it's not entirely in the way, carting the old bit away, and figuring how to make extra space for manoeuvring in an already cluttered room. I'm looking forward to being done with it and hopefully sleeping Sunday away!
Think of how great it will look once you have everything set up the way you want it, though! And here’s to sleeping in on Sunday.
5 sentences kicking off from 'Hold still, or else!' (Take it wherever you want... >_>)
Cassian grinned, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to her lips. The hands holding his wrists up above his head loosened their grip slightly. “Fine,” he hummed, shifting so he was comfortable below her, “I’ll be good.”
She gave him a slightly questioning look, but when it finally dissolved into a smile, he couldn’t help the butterflies in his stomach. “You’re always good,” she breathed, leaning in to kiss him again, “Just don’t move- for me,” she said with a shy smile.
Your title, should you decide to accept it, is 'Bitter Ashes: Endgame'. Good luck!
I accept! (for the record, this sounds like Part 3 of an epic YA series, but I went with “criminal mastermind battle of wits” because I’ve already written a lot of ‘Jyn and Cassian as child soldiers’)
Bitter Ashes: Endgame
“It had to be us, didn’t it?” Cassian says quietly to Baze, looking down at the dead man’s face between them. The bitter winds of this planet scrape and slice against the exposed parts of his face and neck, clawing down the back of his collar.
Baze sighs, a long, tired rush of air.
“The others would have tried to save him,” Cassian shakes his head, not sure why he is saying it, why he needs to say it. He already knows. Baze already knows. The man on the ground is dead. Still, Cassian’s mouth keeps moving, his voice rough and bitter as the wind. “Jyn, Bodhi, Chirrut. They would have - they would have died trying.”
Baze’s head dips slightly, his eyes fixed on the corpse - poor middle-class sap who wanted to do the right thing, wanted to be a rebel, but never really understood what that meant, or how it might end. How it did end, for him.
Cassian swallows, stuffs his hands into his pockets. “So it’s good that it was us. We were the only ones who could...we could...”
“Watch,” Baze completes his sentence flatly, when Cassian can not.
Saw used to say that we were called to a greater purpose, Jyn whispered to him once in the dark.
Did you believe him?
No, she grinned, her smile more felt than seen against his shoulder. Not the way he meant.
“I can’t -” he says now, clenching his jaw and shaking away the memory of Jyn’s hands carding through his hair, shaking away the pain he already feels coming when she finds out the helpful, eager contact (no, not contact, that’s not fair of him, the man died for this rebellion, however little it mattered in the end) when she finds out that Darin Winslow is dead. He can already picture her face and oh, Force, it is going to hurt.
“Come, Captain,” Baze says at last, his hand heavy on Cassian’s shoulder. “This is not finished yet.”
Right. Moff Roskin is still sitting somewhere in his fancy safehouse, drinking expensive wine and congratulating himself on a battle won. He is sitting on his expensive furniture built by the slaves of his planet surrounded by armed guards each paid more than most of the families on this world will ever see in their lives, and he is thinking that he is untouchable.
After he’s done telling the others what has happened - after he is done watching Jyn’s face as she understands what he has done for the cause - Cassian is going to show him just how wrong he is.
What say you on the subject of 'Gangsta Rap' by Benjamin Zephaniah?
added to TBR | on my TBR | couldn’t finish it | did not enjoy | it was OK | liked it | loved it | favourite | not interested
I don’t read a lot of YA, so I’d never heard of this one before! I love books set in London, and books about teens getting together to form a band (a la The Commitments) so it could be interesting…
'There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight'. Go! ;-)
Woo! This turned into 4 pages of me being a hopeless romantic sorry not sorry.
“There’s so much left to learn, and no one left to fight.”
Ewoks were strange little things, but they knew how to throw a party.
Jyn felt lightheaded from the bonfire smoke and the primitive alcoholic beverage that the natives had supplied. Her lips were turned up in a dazed sort of smile that still hadn’t gone away, even hours later. Alliance fighters sang and danced and fired their blasters into the sky in euphoria and it made her laugh, a high, bright sound that she barely recognized as her own. She saw Bodhi across the platform, a wooden cup in his hand and his eyes glazed over as he listened to a Pathfinder soldier recount the mission that had led to their success. She smiled wider and kept moving along the skyway, casting her gaze out, searching. She would have plenty of opportunities to hear the story from those who had been on the ground. She had all kinds of opportunities available to her now. She could do anything she wanted, be anyone she wanted to be. She had all the time in the galaxy.
But there was only one thing she wanted to do, only one person she wanted to be. But she had to find it first.
She had to find him.
She did, eventually. He was alone, feet hanging over the edge of a platform on the outskirts of the tree village and an empty cup dangling from his fingers. His face was turned up, his eyes on the sky that was full of stars and lingering ashes, and Jyn waited for a moment before going to him. He looked solemn, sad even, with his brows drawn together and his mouth turned down. For the first time that night, the corners of her own mouth fell. What was wrong? She stepped forward and spoke his name, uncertain, feeling like she was intruding on something.
“Cassian?”
He didn’t jump or start, but his shoulders went up a fraction of an inch before he turned his head. His expression softened when he saw her, and her smile returned.
“Hey,” he said, and gestured to the space on the platform next to him. She went to his side and sat down, dangling her feet over the edge and feeling a little dizzy from the height.
“I was wondering where you had gotten off to,” she told him. He ducked his head and twirled his cup in his hands.
“Sorry. I was… thinking.”
She cocked her head at him. “About what?”
“Oh,” he said casually, but didn’t meet her eyes. “A few things.”
She laughed. “Are you going to tell me?”
His mouth twisted into a sheepish grin, and he glanced over at her. “Maybe,” he said slowly, and she nudged his shoulder with hers.
“Secrets, secrets are no fun, Captain.”
That made him laugh, and her cheeks warmed. There had only been a few moments in her life when she had seen him laugh like that – a laugh that reached his eyes and lit them up bright, a laugh that made his shoulders shake – and each time it made her heart do somersaults in her chest. He didn’t laugh like that often, and when he did Jyn knew that it was because he was truly happy. Now, with the sky wide above them and homemade booze singing in her veins, the sound of his laugh made her want to cry with joy.
He was giving her a wry smile, and he looked down at his hands. “I was thinking…” He paused, chewing on the words that were stuck in his mouth, and then he laughed again. “Actually, I’m not entirely sure what I was thinking. I just – I dunno.”
Jyn giggled. “Captain, I think you might be drunk.”
He frowned at her. “I am not,” he snapped, but then his shoulders shook with silent laughter, and Jyn grinned at him.
“It’s all right,” she told him, leaning back on her hands and looking up at the stars. “So is everyone else.”
He nodded. “What about you?”
She looked over at him, softening her gaze, thinking about how yes, her limbs felt heavy and her head was fuzzy and oh, how wonderful it would be if she were to just lean over and touch him, hold him, kiss him, because it was over, finally over, and now they had all the opportunities in the galaxy…
“Jyn?”
“Hm?”
He was staring at her, and her face erupted in red.
“Oh, um. I – yes. A bit. I guess.”
He gave her a funny look, and then looked away, his eyes going back to the sky.
“I was thinking about…” He sighed. “What now?”
She sat up. “What do you mean?”
“I mean… What do we do now? Now that it’s over?”
Jyn watched his face fall into what looked like despair. Oh.
“Cassian,” she began, and she reached out to put her hand on his shoulder. “We just… we start.”
He glanced at her, eyes unsure. She gave him a small smile.
“I don’t know,” he said quietly, and Jyn – on a whim – reached out and brushed the hair back from his forehead and let her fingers trail across the stubble on his jaw. His eyes closed, and she might have imagined that he leaned into her palm, but then she took her hand back, and a chasm yawned wide between them. Jyn felt an absence that she hadn’t expected. She’d never touched him like that before. Never so… intimately. They were partners. They cared for each other, of course, but it was platonic. They had almost died together (multiple times, actually), and that certainly created a special bond, but she had never really let herself think about it any further than that, until now, after everything, now that it was over…
Every opportunity…
But Cassian was speaking again.
“I’ve been in this fight my whole life,” he was saying, his voice verging on anguish. “It’s all I’ve ever done, all I’ve ever known. What do I do now that it’s over? What do I have left?”
The alcohol and the stars and the angle of his jaw were making her brave, and she gazed at him with soft eyes and whispered, “Me.”
His gaze snapped to hers, his brown eyes wide at first, but then his expression shifted to something she’d never seen on his face before, something that made her breath come short. His hand came up between them, hanging in the air for a brief moment before he returned her earlier gesture and tucked her hair behind her ear. His fingertips lingered against her cheek, and her eyes fluttered shut with a sigh. She heard the creak and groan of wood as he shifted closer, felt his knee nudge hers, and when she opened her eyes he was close enough that she could count the specks of gold in his irises.
“Jyn,” he breathed, and she took a deep breath before their lips met.
The kiss was brief, but it left them breathless anyway. When he pulled away – and she really wished he hadn’t – she opened her eyes and found that he was blushing from his neck all the way to his hairline, and the sight of it made laughter bubble up in her chest and come spilling out of her mouth, loud and unrestrained. Cassian looked like he wanted to run away, but then a slow grin appeared on his face, and his shoulders began to shake, and he was laughing too.
“Oh, love,” she gasped, leaning against him. Her head was spinning in the most delightful way, and his eyes were so, so warm in the light of the distant bonfires, and oh, they had every opportunity in the galaxy, didn’t they?
“We can do this, right?” he asked her suddenly, taking her hands in his. “We can – I mean, do you want to – I don’t know, maybe –”
She grinned at him, and cupped his face in her palms and pressed her forehead to his. “Yes,” she told him. “I think we can.”
He swallowed. “I’m not sure I know how to –”
“Shh,” she whispered, and she leaned into him, saying, “I think we can learn.”
And he nodded, and she kissed him, and the stars wheeled across the sky overhead, witness to opportunities taken and won.
