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#andor season 1
stdeeoftheknife · 7 months
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the reason why mon looks like she barely aged between 5 BBY and 11 ABY is because she slays. this is simply a result of being an icon AND the moment. don’t question it 🤍
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betyoudidntcatchthat · 5 months
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a moment of silence for this star wars space tie…what in the world were they thinking
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i’m so sorry why does it look like i canNOT with this tie
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samaspic31 · 1 year
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Can’t wait for this scene in s2
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ainu-lindale · 3 months
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1x08 // 1x10
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onceuponavoid · 10 months
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this first spark of the fire // passing the torch
andor sketch study!
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demigoddessqueens · 2 years
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Remember, remember the 21st of September!!
Abbott and Andor
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agentjackdaniels · 1 year
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I couldn’t sleep last night and I found myself thinking about Andor (duh) and I realized:
One of my favorite things about this show is that it’s bucking recent tradition in that its villains are not morally grey characters. Syril clearly grew up in an emotionally abusive home, but that’s not why he’s the way he is. Dedra takes pleasure in punishment, and there’s no indication that it’s revenge for something that happened in her life. The Empire tortures and kills at will just to get and retain power. It’s fascism for fascism’s sake and every last one of them does it because it makes them feel good.
The grey morality is saved for the heroes, because when you live in a world where existing incorrectly can get you killed, sometimes you have to make the bad choice to survive.
And it’s just so brilliantly real.
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mayhaps-a-blog · 6 months
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Rewatching Andor (as you do) and I'm more and more convinced that the kids on Kenari are the survivors of some devastation in the mines; even an attack, maybe.
If Kenari is known for its "big dark eyes" off planet, enough people have left to give them a reputation. That means spacefaring, which makes a regular mining colony more likely, rather than the simple hunter-gatherer life we can infer from what we see in the show.
Looking closer, a lot of the clothing looks looted - it's the same quilted pattern as on Ferrix, standard work gear. The buildings and stuff are pretty simple, could be something even a bunch of kids can put together given enough time and reason. There's not a single adult in the camp. And the one girl tried to wave down the ship, as if they were stranded.
Still, they were wary when approaching, and ready to fight the people in it, so they have some experience with Bad Guys.
So, were they some quiet colony, until the parents were press-ganged into the mines or otherwise killed? Or were they the survivors of a mining town, attacked or sabotaged during the Clone Wars, hopeful for rescue but fearful of enemies?
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freizusein · 1 year
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Okay but inbetween all the emotional breakdown of the Andor season finale I have to make. Just. A shoutout post for Brasso. What a wonderful, caring man. He is such a profound and kindhearted character, just this constant presence on Ferrix that everybody could trust and count on, empathetic and loving, and so loyal and courageous to a fault. "Just" a simple worker in the mines, but so much more. I was so afraid that they'd kill him off in the end when he literally started to lead the crowd down Rix Road but no, he made it out. Inbetween all the (necessary, intense, important, groundbreaking) horrors of the show showcasing the sacrifice of rebellion and the opression under a facist regime, he was such a prescence of light and warmth. And he doesn't feel one-dimensional at all. Insane that some ppl seem to think he is a flat character but sorry not sorry, kindness will never ever be boring to me
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weinoodle · 7 months
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Syril Karn and Dedra Meero, both in ISB uniforms! It was done right after seeing Andor finale last year! And I'm still so excited about the second season with those two aaaaaa!
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stdeeoftheknife · 6 months
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can’t believe it’s been a whole YEAR since this masterpiece of a series. andor will forever be one of my favourite star wars projects. a powerful, beautiful, and unbelievably nuanced piece of anti-facist art ✊
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b2emo · 1 year
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DUNCAN POW as RUESCOTT MELSHI in ANDOR
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['Andor'] does embrace the implications of looking beyond a small handful of protagonists. Even its name is something of a misnomer. Especially after the first three episodes, the show doesn’t belong just to Cassian Andor; it’s about a whole constellation of seemingly minor figures whose lives prove worth examining, from a politician’s covert operations to an Imperial inspector whose acumen we can’t help but respect. This democratic instinct makes 'Andor' a success on its own terms, but one with easily applicable lessons for its franchise. It’s not that all of Star Wars should suddenly turn itself into a realist drama. It’s that, if handled properly, Star Wars could take any form it wants, with any kind of person in the lead. The original movies are already an odd jumble of genres, a unique cocktail that’s key to its appeal: vague mysticism and military tactics; dry diplomacy and Freudian subtext. Add in a galactic scope and there are any number of threads to tease out and cultivate.
Alison Herman - It Was Andor All Along: The TV arms race of late centered on House of the Dragon vs Rings of Power, but the Star Wars prequel is actually the finest example of genre storytelling at the moment
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miseries-mistress · 2 years
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PLEASE | CASSIAN ANDOR
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Synopsis: You were beyond enraged, the feeling poisonously filling your chest, expanding and reaching into the far stretches of your mind until you're consumed by it. Cassian lied. It's not like he hasn't done it practically thousands of times but never to you, never to you. That was the promise he made, the only promise he made, and he just broke it. 
Warnings: brief mention of the reader being female, MAJOR EP 2 SPOILERS, angst, all angst, absolutely zero fluff, more angst, did i say angst? oh yeah, don't forget angst. W/C: 1410
Notes: in honor of the andor series, i wanted to write something about this fine ass man. keep in mind i am also very sick rn so don't expect too much. reposting this shit
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"What's this?" You slam the holopad on the table, fuming while Cassian flinches. Physically flinches. You look almost delighted at the reaction you elicited from him.
"What is this?" you spit out, and his gaze darts around each corner of the room like he's afraid of an onlooker in your own home. He doesn't need to look at it to know precisely what you are talking about; a product of just receiving the information from his mother and Bee. Cassian knew very well that he messed up by exposing his true origin but never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined that you would find out about who he really was like this. 
"How did you find that?" He resists the urge to step back when your fury seems to double, but you don't lash out. Instead, you turn to a piercing rage, one that petrifies him and breaks him more proficiently than any white-hot rage ever could. What makes it worse is he was planning on telling you. His past was something he never wanted to hide from you, and while he had his reservations at first about letting you into his life, you seemed to worm your way into it and, in the process, his abandoned heart. As time passed, he got used to having someone else by his side, someone he could simultaneously love and trust unconditionally. It took a weight he didn't know he was carrying off his sagging shoulders, but there was one thing, one thing that hung over his head like a dark cloud, his past. 
He admired how you never pushed him to open up about it, willing to be there when he was ready to share despite the questions that would arise when you caught him talking to Bix either about dealings in the past that involved him with numerous things that linked to it or mentions of it. But today, his luck had run out, and he was here to face the callous, cruel fist of reality he tried so desperately to hide from.
"Bix told me," you seethe, gripping the pad a bit tighter. "She was surprised I didn't know."
Of all the ways you could have found out, that was for sure the least desirable. Hearing the news, as crucial as this is, from another person is one of the worst ways you could learn it because it suggests either a lack of trust or faith. Which is entirely false. Cassian trusted you implicitly with every fiber of his being, and it wasn't a lack of confidence that brought this on. It was his own complacent mindset that he assumed he would tell you when he deemed the time right, not when his life had been flipped upside down. As you turned your icy glare upon him, he felt a piece of his heart rupture. 
"She also mentioned," you grit your teeth together, your eyes failing to meet his, "that I'm the first woman you've never told about your past."
He sucked in a breath, silently cursing Bix. Fuck. 
"You're the first person I've ever been truly serious about–"
"Bullshit Cassian! Why didn't you tell me?!" you exclaim, but your words are deadly, and Cassian would have to be a fool not to realize that. This was dangerous territory he was trekking in. One wrong move, and– well, he would rather not think about it, for the pain of it would be too great to bear. 
"I was planning to tell you, if that matters."
"When were you going to tell me?! When you were on the run?! When it benefited you?!"
"That's not true," he reached out, attempting to place his hand on your shoulder, a calming gesture you were fond of, but you slapped his hand away. The cracks grew wider, slowly chipping away at his reality and his attachment to it.
"Damnit, Cassian, do you not trust me?!"
"I trust you with my life–" he's stumbling over his sentences now, his craft for talking his way out of situations failing him when he needed it the most.
"Obviously not," you scoff. You move to turn away, but an iron grasp pulls you forward and into Cassian's chest. You place your hand against it, desperately trying to ignore the feeling of stiff muscles beneath his clothing as you push away. Cassian doesn't relent, maintaining his steel hold while you fruitlessly struggle against him. 
"Let go of me," you warn, giving an experimental tug, but to no avail, as you don't budge.
"Let me explain."
"That's rich coming from you."
"Please." Your breath catches in your throat at the utter desperation in his voice while Cassian's mind runs a mile per minute. All he's consumed with is the thought of not losing you. He can't imagine living in a world where you resent him after he opened his heart to feel after years of repressing emotion after emotion. Instead, he feels the cracks in his heart widen, chunks breaking off and slowly breaking him as well. 
"I've wanted to tell you. I've wanted to tell you for a long time. I've just never found the right moment."
"Then why does Bix know, hmm?" Now that was a far trickier question to answer, one which opened doors to parts of his soul he's closed off to the outer world. The answer was far too complex for such a simple question. 
You mistake his silence as his answer and scoff, yanking your arm from his limp grasp, the faintest touches of his skin leaving a phantom imprint on your own. 
"You're unbelievable." Another crack, this time it splits, creating more crevices, more pieces he's afraid he will be left to pick up alone. 
"Don't go." He sounds pathetic. He knows it, and so do you. 
"Trust goes both ways, and you've just lost mine." 
Shatter. 
Cassian's heart fucking shatters into a thousand minuscule pieces. Why can't he stop you, the only real good in his miserable, horrible excuse of a life, from leaving? Why can't he explain?
Logically he knows both of your emotions are running high, and your responses are feeding into each other's emotions, making them spiral out of control. 
Trust goes both ways, and you've just lost mine. Your words rang loudly like an endless song of suffering orchestrated just for him. 
You storm to the front door, not to your room like you do whenever you get into an argument, but to the door. You yank your coat off the rack, shrugging it over your shoulders without sparing Cassian a glimpse. In the midst of the climax of your relationship, he can't help but long for your soft eyes, filled with unbridled love while holding their own untamed, wild passion that he often found within himself instead of the darkness and rage that clouded them over. He yearned for the warmth of your touch, your partially calloused hands running over his scared skin while bringing out a vulnerability he didn't know he possessed. He just wanted whatever you would give him, addicted to your smile, smell, and love so much, so it blinded him. 
Cassian knows this is his only chance to explain, to get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness, but he can't move, think, or feel anything. It's all the same void of nothingness penetrating his senses.
The door opens. 
Cassian feels like you're stepping on the shards of his heart, breaking them further to a point he feels is no return. 
"Please," a last desperate beg. All Cassian wants is to take you into his arms and wrap them around you, explaining everything before you become a whisp in the wind. 
Please.
The door shuts.
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onceuponavoid · 9 months
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“She is not just a woman in a men’s world, […] It was important to see that power corrodes women as much as men.” — Denise Gough
~ two terrifying ladies in shows scored by nicholas britell (please click for full res or i will cry)
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