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Katherine/18/Pacific Northwest/Feminist/Cat lover/Future ruler of the world (probably not)/Bellamy Blake is the light of my life.
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someone: do you watch game of thrones?

me: not for years, but I have an exquisitely plotted story in my head about how Sansa Stark serves as lady of winterfell and falls in love with another northern lady but she doesn’t realize it’s Love Love because she’s just like “what very good friends we are :)” and the other woman is really good at resource management and where to put latrines so people don’t get sick, and they work together and are best friends and maybe more?? Yes, more. It’s a fifteen episode miniseries about rebuilding after war, peacetime governance, and gentle gay love, sexuality, and trust. I have the camera angles all planned out. Arya is there, and she has twelve direwolves puppies that cause mischief. At some point, the whole north is like “There Must Always Be A Stark In Winterfell And It’s Fine If She’s A Lesbian” 

someone: can you pass the salt?

me: Episode Three starts with Sansa standing by her window, watching a pack of giggling small children have a snowball fight. She looks cold, austere. She watches Arya fucking pile-drive a six year old into a snow bank. Sansa’s lip quirks. She is Healing. The plot of this episode is dealing with mice in the grain supplies. Sophie Turner is nominated for seven emmys in one season. 

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thenarddog

Hold my beer while I try (and probably fail) to articulate this.

This movie is somewhat unique in my experience because the death of all the main characters seems like the good and necessary end to the plot, and I think part of the reason this is true is because, basically, they don’t die for shock value or because Anyone Can Die, they die because this is a war and they are people who exist solely in the context of the war.  I love AU’s where Bodhi meets Finn and Chirrut explains the Force to Luke as much as the next person, but within the context of the characters that we are given, in order to complete their personal arcs to satisfaction, they all have to die in this war.  

You have Chirrut, who is the last relic of a religion whose lifeblood has been stolen to power a weapon of the enemy–his only peace as a character is to die bringing that weapon and that enemy to its knees.  There is no Temple for him to guard, there are only a handful of kyber crystals left in the galaxy, and there’s no way for him to change that.  Characters need closure, it’s what makes an ending satisfactory, and Chirrut’s only closure is to do what he can to right this impossible wrong, there’s nothing else for him, and that means he has to die bringing the weapon down.

You have Baze, who doesn’t even have his faith anymore, all he has is Chirrut and his gun.  Well, we just established that Chirrut has to die to close his personal arc.  Baze has nothing to tie him to the world without Chirrut, because the war has taken everything from him–his people, his home, his faith, and now his partner.  Baze is, I think, very much a story of loss, so his closure comes from knowing that he has reclaimed some part of that, and there is no way–given his character and what we see of him–for him to reclaim any of that except in the face of death, when he is able to lay claim to his faith again.  And that’s only possible because, at the last moment, Baze has nothing except the faith that Chirrut held for him all this time.  And of course he can only take that back in the face of certain death.

You have Bodhi, who is the one with the message.  That’s what his whole arc is about, getting the message to where it’s supposed to go.  I think I’ve talked about this before, but Bodhi…he’s pretty much burned all his bridges, his home in Jedha is gone and he’s a traitor and a rogue, all he has left is the message and the hope that someone is listening.  For his narrative to end the moment he gets confirmation that “Yes, Rogue One, we hear you” is a very clean, natural close, because it offers him the assurance of a task completed.

And then you have Jyn and Cassian, who are very much creations of the war in their own ways.  They exist because of the war.  They would not tolerate being out of the war, because they’ve never known anything but.  There is no future for them, the way they’re portrayed in the movie, except to win the war at the price of their own lives.  They’re not villains to be redeemed or heroes to be lauded, they are people who have been carved so much into the form and function of a weapon that they wouldn’t know how to be anything else anymore.  And we get that impression very much over the course of the movie, with the way that absolutely everything is second to Cassian’s mission and the way that even at her most removed Jyn is still a soldier at heart.  They are Achilles, not Odysseus–there is not a safe haven and a home waiting for them.  They are destined to challenge the unbreakable city and die bringing it down.

And K-2…K-2 is Cassian’s imaginary friend, in a lot of ways.  He created K-2, he taught K-2, he fed love and humor and duty, always duty, into K-2′s circuits until there was no empty space left.  Of course K-2 dies for Cassian.  Of course he does.

So Rogue One works because these are all people whose personal narratives are crafted and supported by the war, and because these are all people whose closure is a grave.  They’re not Luke, who closes his arc with saving Vader, or Han, who closes his arc with finding something to fight for and someone who loves him, or even Leia, who closes her arc by avenging her planet through the saving of another.  They’re not the heroes of a grand and sweeping epic.  They are the martyrs whose stories could only end in peace when they died doing their duty.

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chrisdwoo
Others might have a different view, but here’s how I see the distinction between sexism and misogyny. When a husband tells his wife, “I can’t quite explain why and I don’t even like admitting this, but I don’t want you to make more money than me, so please don’t take that amazing job offer,” that’s sexism. He could still love her deeply and be a great partner in countless ways. But he holds tight to an idea that even he knows isn’t fair about how successful a woman is allowed to be. Sexism is all the big and little ways that society draws a box around women and says, “You stay in there.” Don’t complain because nice girls don’t do that. Don’t try to be something women shouldn’t be. Don’t wear that, don’t go there, don’t think that, don’t earn too much. It’s not right somehow, we can’t explain why, stop asking. We can all buy into sexism from time to time, often without even noticing it. Most of us try to keep an eye out for those moments and avoid them or, when we do misstep, apologize and do better next time. Misogyny is something darker. It’s rage. Disgust. Hatred. It’s what happens when a woman turns down a guy at a bar and he switches from charming to scary. Or when a woman gets a job that a man wanted and instead of shaking her hand and wishing her well, he calls her a bitch and vows to do everything he can to make sure she fails. Both sexism and misogyny are endemic in America. If you need convincing, just look at the YouTube comments or Twitter replies when a woman dares to voice a political opinion or even just share an anecdote from her own lived experience. People hiding in the shadows step forward just far enough to rip her apart.

Hillary Clinton, What Happened. (via chrisdwoo)

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