AAAAAAAAA! AAAAAAA! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!Okay okay okay but
Fives having a secret wife??? And loving and cherishing the HELL out of her??(yes I’m projecting reeeeal hard on that girl’s place alright)And and! They have a daughter?!? And she’s so cute! And… oh.
And one day Fives’ wife walks into the base escorted by a trooper to see captain Rex. She’s carrying a baby that isn’t much older than a few months, and she’s sobbing quietly. “this civilian wants to speak to ARC Trooper Fives, sir.” says the trooper “we did tell her that he’s been killed in action but she wouldn’t…”
And the civilian walks up to Rex, her cheeks wet with tears, begging him to tell her they’re wrong, that Fives is alive, and when Rex tells the trooper he can leave them alone and the door slides shut behind him…
“I’m his wife. I-I know it’s not allowed, I know, but… but I haven’t received any messages from him in so long and I got worried. And-and this is…” the woman sniffles, looking down to the tiny baby in her arms “this is Parjai, she’s… our daughter. He only saw her once, the day she was born.”
She gives Rex a tearful, shaky smile “please, tell me where is my husband.”
Rex can feel his heart being simultaneously filled with wonder and grief. The tiny child… is Fives’? Rex is an uncle now? It’s amazing and so sad, too.
Wordlessly, Rex moves closer to the woman, carefully placing a hand over the baby. The baby blinks with a curious look on her face and grabs Rex’s thumb with her little hand.Rex’s breath sits still in his lungs.
“Ma’am” he clears his throat, his voice hoarse “I believe you’d better sit down.”
–
Rex looks younger than he did during the days of the Empire, all thanks to the research sponsored by Princess Leia to fix the surviving clones’ accelerated aging. Sure, he wasn’t a youngling anymore, but at least he looks 40 when he is, in fact, 40.
He’s sitting in the pilot seat of a ship, gettingeverything ready to take off. This ship is good, a loan from general Leia herself. There’s a young man wearing a battered brown jacket sitting in the copilot seat beside Rex.
The young man’s hands are shaking on his lap.
“Are you saying… you knew my mother? And my grandmother?”
Rex sighs at the question, placing the headset over his head.
“I’m saying I might’ve. I’m not entirely sure, this is all circumstantial. But there is a chance.” he scratches his head “last time I saw her, I had left her in Concordia, safe with a group of deserting clones that had settled there.”
“And that’s where we’re headed?” Finn asks, brown eyes wide at Rex
“Yeah… but.” Rex hated himself for having to say this “don’t get your hopes up too much, kid. Things have changed a lot since then. The duchess’ death, the civil war, the the jedi purge, the fall of the empire, the rise of the first order. They might be-”
“Gone.” Finn completes, pursing his lips “y-yeah. I know. But still, it’s worth trying, right?”
“ ‘course it is.” Rex says reassuringly, warming up the engines one by one.
CT-7567 and FN-2187 had both been raised with a number for a name and had picked names of their own, and that’s where their similarities stopped, or so Finn had thought.
By the end of this journey, he would find out that not only he was son and grandson to two brave women but he was also the nephew of the war hero sitting beside him.
“If you’re right…” Finn says as they’re up, surrounded by the glistening stars “if I really am Parjai’s son… then who is my father?”
Rex swallows down tensing up his jaw, and he blinks a few tears away.“Oh, I believe this will be a long story, kid. Good thing we have a long way ahead of us.”
Yeah!!! And honestly people still see the stormtroopers as people who have always wanted to be there even when it is canon that Finn (and many others) were kidnapped from their families.
I pity that one trooper that died in Finn’s arms. I don’t know the extent of the brainwashing they must go through but Finn was very brave to resist it and keep some of his morals intact enough to come up with a plan to escape and put his life on a complete stranger from the resistance.
It’s heartbreaking to think that up until then Finn was just a number, just like his clone predecessors. :’(
Okay but the revenant is a crappy movie. It’s one of these movies that make me think “well there’s two hours I’m never getting back”. It’s bad in spite of its great cast. It’s not even the movie with DiCaprio’s best, Oscar-like acting (his best performance was Inception, hands down); it’s racist af, and not even “just for the sake of historical accuracy”; it even features the ‘gratuitous, unnecessary rape scene of a woman that doesn’t have relevant plot significance or even a single line’ trope. It’s shit. It’s a waste of Tom Hardy, Leo DiCaprio and Dom Gleeson’s talent and if you haven’t seen it, my pal, do yourself a favor and don’t watch it.
Art Teacher: Can you explain some of the reasons why my students would need to refine their writing skills? My Boss: [Long and slightly pretentious explanation about how artists need to explain and unpack the meaning of their art and their motivations and write museum blurbs] Me [a writing tutor, watching a group of 30 students shut down]: …may I say something? Art Teacher: …yes? Me: I’m friends with professional illustrators, folks who work in the comics industries, people who do 3D printing for a living, and people who do commissioned art. And the best reason to refine your writing is to be able to explain to people why it’s worth something, and be able to get other people excited about what you’re doing so that you don’t “die from exposure”. Portfolio summaries are important. So is social media. Everything from instagram captions to Patreon posts- Students: [instantly perk up and pay attention] Art Teacher: [interrupting me with a nervous laugh] Yes well we all need to make a living, but REAL artists- Students: [all tune out again]
STOP!!! FUCKING!!! DOING THIS!!! Art students deserve to know how the skills they’re learning will help them professionally, regardless of how they choose to use their art degree. Teaching that there’s only one way to “make it” as an artist is what literally STOPPED ME FROM DOING ART because I knew I was never going to be a museum artist. (All I wanted to do was doodle fairies.)
Anyway I’m gonna die mad about this.
Fuck art elitists who act like the only “real” art is museum/gallery art. Just because the person who paid for your art is a millionaire in a dick measuring contest with other millionaires doesn’t make your art inherently superior to another artist whose art was paid for by someone who wanted their D&D character illustrated and will love that art every time they get their character sheet out.
The British Museum also holds the Luzira Head (aka the Mpanga Head), a
unique terracotta piece believed to have been made in 1000 AD, which was
found on Mpanga hill in 1931 as the British excavated the foundations
for Luzira Maximum Security Prison.
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