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morethanithoughtofficialblog · 5 years

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Chapter 7: As useless as a broken mirror

In which you realize your life is crap...

for now

*Your POV*

Talking with someone yesterday was good, I guess. I normally talk about work topics only, so it feels weird to have a casual conversation about... anything. And it was weirder, considering Sans was the one talking.

It would be today, though, the day where we would see each other again in order to discuss... more terms. They all deserve to know and I also need a few papers for them in order to get them into society. I just need the basics, though- report cards, previous jobs on the Underground, and I will put them some tests in order to see which educational level fits better each of them. But that will be later.

So there I was, waking up and trying to french kiss the morning as Bon Jovi does. And failing miserably, just as always.

I tried my best to keep a smile on my face. It didn't work out, either. I groaned loudly, realizing that it was four in the morning. So yeah, I just can't french kiss the morning when it isn't morning, you know. And so I felt stupid and went back to sleep...

...

Except I didn't.

No matter how many positions I tried or how many different pillows I took, I just couldn't get my head together. I was thinking about everything and, at the same time, about nothing at all. I felt numb yet desperate to be a normal person and fall sleep immediately, considering how freaking tired I actually was.

I sat on my bed silently and put on the lights. Bad idea, but I still do it every night like this.

I frowned remarkably and stood there until my eyes got accustomed to the light. And then I started to question what the hell was I doing, as usual.

I looked at my annoying digital clock again: 4:11 am.

Great, guess I'll stay like this until the day officially starts... or until I pass out, that is.

Maybe a good drink would have been great to forget it all. Then I remembered that I had work and that, besides, I don't drink. I groaned again.

I felt like crying, like screaming or like to go outside and let a fucking weirdo kill me or make me disappear forever...

That's the worst idea I've ever had.

I wanted to punch something; maybe a mirror, maybe that elegant flower vase with a dead daisy on it, or the TV. All of those were great options, honestly. But I wasn't up to clean the mess or to deal with angry neighbors, so I didn't move.

I shoot a glance at one of my bureaus, that only had an old book on its top. Maybe I could read. I tried to stretch my hand and get it, but I ended up falling out of the bed, making my head hurt like hell. Ouch. Maybe I couldn't, after all.

I, unsurprisingly, groaned again. If I had a cent for every time I have groaned in my life, I could probably have a car instead of taking that goddamn subway. Or I could get a house. Or a life...

Nah. That's way too expensive.

I eventually got up and stared at my drawer. Then, without thinking, I opened it. My heart sank when it did.

Medicines here, medicines there. Medicines FUCKING EVERYWHERE! There was barely any space left for even a fricking pill. This is not the first time I have seen this, though, but it still hurts to see how pathetic I am. This is just a small proof. There's more, that's for sure.

I stood there silently, anxiety consuming me over. I could even make a fucking drug store out of this drawer...

Actually, that doesn't sound like a bad idea.

I shook my head, resisting the urge to be sarcastic to myself... again.

But, yes, I had such a huge variety I could make a store out of it. Do you have anxiety? Well, Zoloft for you, that is! Are you depressed like me? Well here, took a Prozac pill! Come here and get your problems away...

And contribute to mine.

Oh my god, just end my suffering.

Thanks to my wonderful boss and work partners (including college and the monsters' case, of course), I forgot that I had emotional problems as well. And that means that I haven't been following my treatment. For months.

Shit.

Then I started to wonder when I had to see my psychiatrist again. I probably missed the date he gave me. Just wonderful, right?

I sighed and closed the drawer, feeling worse than before. I went to the bathroom to see my wound but there wasn't anything there. Thank God.

I ended up looking at my face, slightly frowning. People have said that I'm pretty, yes, but I think that's just out of sympathy. Therefore, I haven't been comfortable with my looks since... a long time ago.

My (e/c) eyes looked paler than when I was a kiddo. Ah, childhood. It was wonderful in its own way. No problems, no low self-esteem, no nothing. Just laughs and friends, videogames and nights playing Dungeons and Dragons with my dorky dad and my aunt. Those were good days.

I remember that I received a lot of comments, telling me that I would have a brilliant future. Hard to believe in that now, looking at what was happening.

I work in Congress and I am finishing my studies to finally become a biochemist. Being a scientist has been my dream, and I'm just a few steps before I can call myself "Dr. (Y/N)". And I'm just twenty.

When I was little, my dad took me to a neurologist in order to see my IQ. She said, in a few words, that I was super smart and super talented. I believed it but never used it as an excuse to think of me better than anyone else. Right then, I thought everyone had talents and intelligence. Now... I'm seriously doubting all those encouraging words were true. Because, even if I was a nerd, that never meant my future would be brighter.

A lot of my school partners and friends are being way happier than I am, having a perfect balance between emotions, college, and work. Me, who 'has it all' to become an important person, somehow has three mental breakdowns (at least) in one day, and it's struggling between having or not new friends, afraid of screwing up.

Is this what my parents would have wanted? For me to be a coward?

Well, surprise surprise. Your daughter is such a disappointment of a kid.

I'm a genius. That's what experts told me. They also said that this high IQ thingy may include problems socializing and, well, even mental illnesses. To be honest, I prefer being normal and not having these things than being a Leonardo Da Vinci and die internally every five seconds.

Then I noticed a warm feeling on my cheeks.

Oh crap.

I snapped back to reality and saw myself in front of the mirror, crying as if my life depended on it. Well, it kinda does, but that's not the point.

I tried to wipe them as quickly as possible, trying to banish that feeling instantly. But instead, I cried harder. And harder. And I felt more miserable than before, if that was possible.

My legs felt like jello and my eyes turned all red and puffy. My mouth was shaking, trying to transform itself into a smile. Why was I crying, again? Oh yeah, because I hate myself so much. I look awful, I'm just full of myself, lonely, and easily replaceable. There's nothing I can do about it.

I will finish my dream career, but all for what? To be more stressed? I don't know if I can quit at the Congress since I kind of accepted to be the ambassador of the monsters. Wow. I should have left someone more capable than I am to do the job. Now I'm going to disappoint them as well, whenever they see how weak I am. I mean, I'm crying while I'm looking at myself in the night... again. This is isn't new. But it just feels worst every time.

I gasped for air, almost forgetting how to breathe thanks to all that crying. I blinked a couple of times and took long breaths until I calmed down. When my vision wasn't blurry anymore, I saw my face again. All red and uglier than before. I looked like a baby losing its toy, like a child whining, or like a teenager who has an impossible crush.

I frowned, knowing I wasn't any of them. I was an adult, for God's sake.

Can this get more frustrating?

Can I be more pathetic?

I closed my fist and punched the mirror until my fingers went numb and my blood painted my whole hand...

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*Frisk's POV*

I woke up later than usual, rubbing my eyes at the incoming sunlight. I groaned at the clock, seeing it was 10 am. But deep down I knew that Toriel would come for me, and so I got up.

I took a quick shower and put into more presentable clothes. I colocated a cute ribbon on my brown hair, feeling quite silly yet pretty. I stared at the mirror and saw my look with satisfaction. I was looking great! I even made some silly faces and giggled a little before coming out, interrupted by an angry skeleton who wanted to take a shower.

"kid, just fucking get out of there! what're you doin'? takin' a trip to narnia?"

"Sans, behave yourself!!!"

"...sorry ari-mom..."

I contained my laughter, knowing that Sans would be really angry if he heard me, and I walked out of the bathroom. Just a second passed before a quick flash of white ran into the room and locked the door. Oh, Sans, since when are you this desperate to take a shower?

The ones who hadn't showered groaned impatiently. I would have too since Sans lasts a long time in the shower. One time I swear I heard him singing a popular rock song (so popular I don't remember its name) and then eventually creating a song of how much he loved ketchup...

...I must admit I feel worried about his future...

Eh... let's just hope for the best.

After a bunch of complainings towards him and more people showering, we could finally take breakfast together. Thank God they were pancakes, or else Undyne or Papyrus would be trying to find out the best egg combination (which, according to them, hasn't been found yet). At first, it is fun to hear their crazy ideas, but then it turns into a competition that I get somehow dragged into it. Most of the time voluntarily, though.

However, I was too excited to let all my energy be drowned into an egg fight. Today we will be seeing (Y/N) again, and honestly, I was looking for it! She's nice, and I've been waiting to be friends with her all this time. So now that everything was, well, settled, this was my chance!

We all ate rather quickly and head out of the house. However, Asgore stopped us before we could go running to... anywhere, actually.

"Let's wait here a moment, ok?" he smiled eagerly, making me suspicious.

So we waited there for five minutes or so until a simple-looking taxi made its way towards the house. Then a 5'5 feet tall woman got out of there, who I recognized immediately.

"(Y/N)!!!!!" Papyrus screamed unearthly loud, hugging (Y/N) immediately. She looked a little bit startled by such a sudden move but hugged back shortly after him.

"Hello, Papyrus. It is good to see you again...!" she tried her best to sound enthusiastic, but she felt somehow... different. Why, though?

"Oh, (Y/N) sweetie, I'm so glad you could make it!" Goat mom added with a smile, which (Y/N) returned it kindly. Maybe I was just imagining things, after all "But, hey, come in! We want you to see where we have been living all this time!"

Sans looked a bit tense but quickly relaxed. He must have forgotten for a second that Papyrus was his roommate. Therefore, there was NO WAY his room could be dirty. Since when he cares about that, though?

And so we gave (Y/N) a small tour through the small house. She behaved as always; shy, anxious, not wanting to intrude or sound rude, making small compliments and comments in amusement. She was just super nice! I think she's one of my favorite humans.

After making her laugh a bit and answer some of her own doubts about the Underground, we all headed off to the Congress, talking about the simplest of topics.

"Oh! I remember hearing a song called 'Imagine' one day!" I told (Y/N), keeping up with the musical topic (at Sans's petition).

"You have? Well, I mean... which artist are you talking about?"

"I think it was Marshmello"

"...then no, I haven't heard that one"

"Is there another song called 'Imagine'?" Alphys asked, curious about our conversation.

"well, there's john lennon's, y' know..." Sans added, smiling lazily.

(Y/N) seemed perplexed for a second, then smiled widely.

"Yep, John Lennon's 'Imagine' is my kind of... 'Imagine', you know"

Throughout all the way we all were talking about music. (Y/N) turns out to be a Rock N' Roll and Indie listener, similar to Sans's taste. She is kind of a music nerd, actually. She would give a casual comment of something history-related to music. I think Sans felt like he was on his own mind, opening up strangely. Then I realized he was just another music nerd, and that both of them were never given the chance to talk about this with others so freely.

However, I noticed an unusual expression on Sans's face. Not a good one, I must say. He wasn't suspicious or anything- by any chance, I think he was worried...

but of what?

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*Sans's POV*

It feels good to have someone to talk about these things. I mean, someone that at least can say who Slash is.

While I was talking to (Y/N), however, I noticed a wound on her right fist. Not to be rude, but she is a bit taller than I am, and I didn't want to look at a... private part of her body. Therefore, I ended up noticing a serious-looking injury on her fingers.

Should I ask?

I saw how happy she looked, talking about when she started to hear Rock N' Roll and watch concerts on TV.

Eh, I'll do it later...

Still, my mind wandered about that topic the rest of the road. And so, I didn't talk anymore, focusing on other things. Well, can you blame me? That looked like some serious shit happened.

When we arrived at the Congress, I noticed different looks from her work partners. I recognized one of the feelings on their looks: shame. They probably felt ashamed after hearing that we succeed. My smile grew wider, at least a bit, after thinking that.

We discussed a few things in her office like it was any day. Except it wasn't.

The human president made a public announcement on TV, radio, and social media, saying that monsters would be finally released and be accepted as legal citizens. Despite everything, I felt a bit uneasy. He might have been nice, but the others are clearly not like him. I just don't want to put Papy's security on risk.

We ended up leaving sooner than I thought, and for the first time in our lives, we used public transport. We received some glances, but in between, there were also kind smiles. Just like (Y/N)'s, just less dorky...

Did I just call the ambassador a dork?

I mentally groaned and took a seat, never erasing my apparently permanent smile. I felt like I was forgetting something, so I made a quick rewind on my head. But what would I have forgo- oh.

Oh.

You forgot to ask her, you idiot.

#sans x reader #more than i thought fanfiction #more than i thought #chapter 7 #sans #x reader #undertale

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thenovelartist · 6 years

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Burn Notice

AU August - Day 10 - Secret Agent AU

Chloe was as flashy as ever in her shiny, yellow sports car. But he’d never been so happy to see said yellow sports car in his life.

Until she threw open the door and started stomping towards him. That’s when he recalled why he sent off the occasional greeting. “Hey, Chlo,”

A sting engulfed his cheek, and that’s when she realized she’d just slapped him.

He was frozen a moment. “I deserved that.”

“Yeah, you did,” she spat. “You do realize that families normally keep in touch, right? Oh, I’m sorry,” she quipped, her voice turning sweetly sarcastic. “I forgot the whole spy excuse.”

Adrien cringed at the bite in her words.

With a groan, she rolled her eyes and yanked him to her car. “Come on.”

The drive back was silent and tense.

“So,” she started. “You show up after ten years of the rare thirty-second ‘happy birthday’ phone call, and you’re just like ‘hey can you pick me up from the train station?’ like the last ten years didn’t happen. You, sweetheart, owe me a serious explanation.”

Had he been able to reach Alya, he would have gladly bitten that bullet instead of this one. Unfortunately, no such luck. “Um… let’s just say that my boss decided to let me go.”

Chloe was silent for a while. “What?”

Adrien nodded.

“Let you go?” she asked. “Under what circumstances?”

“They didn’t have to give me a reason.”

“Bullshit!” she spat. “They better give you one, or heaven help me I will march to your boss right now—”

Her rant continued the entire car ride back to her home. Adrien only half listened, tuning out the points where she was just yelling aimlessly.

They pulled up to the hotel she lived in, and she tossed her valet her key. “Adrien can get his own bag,” she said, directing her voice at Adrien even though she was looking at the valet.

“Very good, Madam Bourgeois.”

“Madam?” Adrien asked, pulling his meager bag form the trunk.

“I own this place, Adrien,” she snipped. “You would have known had you kept in touch.”

Adrien tossed his head back and groaned in frustration, but he quickly tailed after Chloe.

“So,” she said. “What now? With this fired thing.”

“I don’t have anything,” he said. “I’m going to need a place to stay, a job, and time to get back on my feet.”

“You have money stored up.”

“My accounts are frozen until further notice,” he said.

Chloe quirked a bewildered brow at him.

“They think I’m a traitor,” he whispered, even though there was no one else in the elevator with him.

“What!”

He shushed her. “Voice down.”

“No! I… I don’t believe that.”

Adrien shrugged.

Chloe stared straight ahead at the elevator doors. They opened with a ding and she marched down the hallway to her suite.

“Chloe,” he said. “So… um… I mean—”

“You’ll stay here,” she said. “On one condition.”

“And that is?”

“You’ll help my friend with her work. She’ll pay you.”

“So… is that a job?”

She nodded.

Adrien’s stomach dropped. “What’s the catch?”

“That you have to help her or else I won’t let you stay here.”

“Yeah, but you offering me a job and a place to stay sounds way too good to be true.”

Chloe frowned. “Adrien,” she said. “This girl has become like a sister to me.”

Adrien quirked a brow. “Like a sister?” he repeated doubtfully.

She nodded. “And you know I don’t take that lightly,” she said. “Took me long enough to call you a brother. However, in my world, she comes before you, meaning I don’t really care about your discomfort level. 12 Rue Gotlib street.”

“12 Rue Gotli—” Adrien froze in horror. “No.”

“Yes.”

“But she hates me.”

“She doesn’t hate you.”

“When we parted ways, she threw a knife at my head.”

“If she hated you, you’d be dead.”

Adrien frowned, unwilling to admit Chloe had a point.

“Grow up. Be a man and go ask for a job.”

Adrien grumbled.

“Actually…” Chloe threw a set of keys at him. “Maybe take a nap first, then shower and shave. You look like crap.”

Adrien wouldn’t argue with that.

…

He stood in front of the door to a small fashion boutique, reluctant to admit that Marinette seemed to have done quite well for herself. Now if he only had the will-power to face her.

The door suddenly swung open to reveal a scowling teenaged girl with twin brunette ponytails. “Are you coming in or not? You’re blocking the storefront.”

Well, not much backing out now, was there. With a forced smile, he walked inside. “Um…” he started. “I’m here to see Marinette Dupain-Cheng? Is she here?”

The girl stared at him. “She expecting you?”

Adrien resisted the urge to cringe. “You can just give her this,” he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a black business card with a green pawprint on it.

The teen took it skeptically yet retreated into the back. In the meantime, Adrien spent his last few moments as a living and in-tact human being looking over the shop. She was always good at this, making things from nothing. She could fabricate weapons from seemingly thin air. There was a time she almost got him with a couple shotgun shells and a lamp. Expecting to turn on a light only to have lead pellets sprayed everywhere was fricking terrifying.

The teen appeared at his side. “Boss wants to see you.”

He wasn’t sure if that was comforting or not. “Where?”

She led him to the back then up the stairs to a small apartment. She knocked on a door then opened it.

“Thank you, Manon. Let him in.”

Adrien entered, only to have the door shut immediately behind him.

The silence was tense.

“You have a nice shop,” Adrien said.

“What are you doing here?” she spat.

“Well, nice seeing you, too.”

“Don’t you have some secret mission to run, Chat Noir? One where I’m not needed?”

He cringed at the bite in her words. Seemed like all the women in his life were determined to chew him out, and bitterly, he had to admit he likely deserved it. “I didn’t want you on that mission.”

“Why?” she challenged. “Because I was a woman?”

“You being a woman had absolutely nothing to do with it.”

“Then why? Was I not capable enough?”

“I didn’t want you on that mission because it was too dangerous—”

“Dangerous?” she repeated incredulously. “Are you serious right now?”

“You were the target of a hit three different people were hired to do.”

“I could take care of myself.”

“I wasn’t willing to take that risk.”

She scoffed. “Really?”

“And you know it.”

“Do I?” she asked. “Because, if I recall, you left me. Alone.”

His heart hurt at her tone. “I had to.”

“Why?” she challenged. “What was so damn important that you had to leave me?”

The anger in her tone was now completely replaced by confused frustration. And Ladybug didn’t do confusion. Ladybug was smarts and skill and a little bit of luck. She wasn’t used to navigating the dark.

That was his strength.

“You were out of harm’s way,” he said. “I got to them before they got to you.”

“But you didn’t come back.”

The realization clicked in Adrien’s head. “I was pulled away for a mission,” he said. “And then another after that. I couldn’t exactly spend the time to look up a vigilante that the government wanted arrested. No matter if she did save my hide on ten different occasions.”

“Nine.”

“I’m counting Milan as two.”

There was a flicker of a grin. A flicker. But he’d take it.

“Chloe sent me for a job,” he said, changing the conversation back to the reason he was here.

“Oh?” she said, raising a brow. “And just what ‘job opening’ do I have?”

Adrien shrugged. “She didn’t tell me.”

She scoffed, though her smirk at least told him it wasn’t a bitter one. Seems like the anger was over. For now, anyway. “Even if I was hiring, I’m not giving you a job just so that you can have a cover ID.”

“I’m not looking for a cover ID.”

Her brow quirked in confusion.

“In fact,” he continued. “I don’t think I’m going to need one for the foreseeable future.”

She paused, staring at him long and hard. “Why?”

“I’m burned.”

Silence once again reigned. He was surprised that it was a shocked silence, though, not a tense one.

“What?”

Adrien just nodded.

“Why?”

Adrien shrugged.

Marinette turned to stare out the window. “Fine,” she growled. “For old time sake.”

“Thank you for the chance.”

“Afraid I was going to throw another knife at your head?”

“I was lucky that it was just a butter knife. I don’t want to know what would have happened if it were a real weapon in your hands.”

“You do know I could have still severely injured you with that butter knife, right?”

“You could do that with your bare hands.”

She turned back to face him wearing a twinge of a smile. “At least you haven’t forgotten that.”

“Hard to when I’m still wearing a couple scars.”

She hummed. “Swing by tomorrow morning at seven and I’ll give you the run down on your job.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet. I’m still deciding if I’m going to let you live or not.”

“Fair enough.”

…

A week of working for Ladybug wasn’t easy. He knew she was making his life a living hell on purpose, which he probably deserved. Still, he did everything she asked without qualm or complaint.

Well, that he heard, anyway.

And that’s when another blast from the past showed up.

“Heard you went and faced the bug.”

Adrien grinned at the smooth voice. “Well, you know what they say about cats.”

“Have you found satisfaction yet?”

“Nope, and I’m pretty sure I’m a life down.”

“Well, that’s what I’m here for.”

Adrien huffed a laugh. “Really?”

“That, and because my own curiosity has hit the roof,” Nino said. “People don’t just burn their lucky black cat.”

“Lucky?”

“Oh yeah. It’s only the people you were assigned to that were unlucky enough to cross your path.”

Adrien collapsed into the chair opposite of Nino. “Apparently, my luck ran out.”

“Nah,” Nino dismissed. “No way you were burned for no reason. You were a prime operative. Don’t tell me it’s not eating you alive?”

Adrien narrowed his eyes. “You think it’s not keeping me up at night?” Because it was. It was haunting him. But where would he even begin to start plucking away at it? And how? He had to stay in Paris or else every French government agency would be breathing down his neck.

And then he looked at Nino.

Nino smirked.

Suddenly, a flicker of hope sparked in Adrien. “You think I could, say… cash in one of those favors you owe me and ask you to start digging?”

“Just gonna take some time and patience. And turtles are known to have that in abundance.”

Adrien grinned. “Lucky I got you.”

“See? You ain’t outta luck yet. Maybe your little lucky charm rubbed off on you.”

Adrien snorted. “Can we, like, not talk about her? Can we maybe talk about you and Foxy instead? How’s she doing by the way?”

Suddenly, Nino’s smile faded.

Adrien quirked a brow. “Um… did something happen.”

Nino opened his mouth, then paused. “Honestly,” he finally said. “I want to talk about that as much as you want to talk about Ladybug.”

As curious as he was, Adrien kept his mouth shut.

“I’ll just call in some favors of my own,” Nino said. “And maybe, I’ll find a little tail of yarn for you to start pulling at.”

“I’d massively appreciate it.”

With a nod, Nino stood. “You got it, bro.” He slapped Adrien’s shoulder. “Should I call the hotel with the info?”

“Got a phone,” Adrien said, lifting up his outdated brick. He rattled off the numbers to Nino.

“Now get out of here before Chloe finds you and kicks you out.”

Nino chuckled. “Okay, okay. I hear ya.”

“Just one thing before you go?”

“And that is?”

Adrien pointed to the door. “How’d you get past the key-card entry?”

Nino just smirked. “I have my ways.” With a finger salute, Nino slipped out the door.

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throwingideasatthewall · 3 years

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Clone Wars Episode 19

Storm over Ryloth

Inter- sting

I know (how ) this likely means ‘storm’ as into breach or, to take by force

But I can’t help thinking about space weather

It’s so fricking cool

But getting into the story;

[Quote; It is a rough road ahead, leads to the height of greatness

I’ve spoken about this before; You don’t need suffering or conflict to be great (Or to write a good story)

Productivity (and happiness) doesn’t require suffering

Someone might heck you over but that’s just a momentary inconvenience

When you’re chasing (and doing) your dream

And it won’t really matter after you’re done dealing with it

And in light of your actual goal

Now continuing on;

Droid army

I like how it’s “subjected,”

Like you know the adults can get out of this at any time

Same brain, Same abilities (Yes) Same in- tell-I gence

(Same Ability (To escape)

And are assholes if they dragged children into this

(Enablers if they didn’t (Directly)

Starving

Again, Fixable

Also, one blockade Screws You Over?

You can’t like self sustain

On your own planet?

That’s.. kinda cringe ,bro

Evil

Is anyone not in this circumstance?

Like not the children obviously...

Watt-ton-boar

Interesting

Name

Also please be more nuanced and put in more Thought than the colonizers episode

Please

(My head can’t stand that headache.)

.. .

“Iron fist,”

Well he is made out of iron

(Or at least a metal suit,)

Senate

Oh Palpatine cares!

(I know not really but run with me on this)

Grand army of the Republic

Mount a bold - offensive

Again the escalation of this goes from 10 to 1

It’sa amazing

Like last episode was biological warfare

(Now it’s a grand army)

And it’s just off the chart how this conflict works

Going from stabbing each other To throwing more paper airplanes at each other

(None of it done seriously)

And without any consideration to how terrifying that is with children... involved

Like it’s their game but their actual living nightmare That... they’ll be left to clean up, if it doesn’t kill them first

That’s terr- -fying

Also this is one planet (System?)

(But you showed...

Ergh

In- Consistent-ly

Asoka is already glaring

And more focus on her

Than Anakin

Aight

Really focusing on Ahsoka there movie

Anakin gets shifted by the holograms

Obi-wan’s Ground Assault

Seriously it’s one planet

Big Planet

Big Station-

Oh I thought Obi-Wan - was flirting with the villains again

Never mind it’s just some random Sergeant

(Good for him)

And like the Titanic he’s fecking jinxing it

“Un- destructible” Yeah I know a few people that said that

Tragic irony, get ‘em

Okay

Dude has mood lighting

Knows the Republic is going to attack

Let’s get the shitshow on the road

(The battle that’s likely going to unfold, not the story,)

Surprise

In-teresting

so good

so far

You

Re-public

Invade

Good for him

Get-ting assigned an important mi-ssion

Good

Into the Blue!

(Here we go)

Aight

Let’s See

Okay

Lots of build up for the admiral

Aight

Hey the clone actually talk to him in an accurate show of decent accountability

Good Job

I like the Admiral when he’s not micromanaging stuff

He looks practically adorable

- with his little mustache...

“Prepare for battle,”

Never mind it was ruined by logic that they should always be ready for battle

They are on a war ship after all

-still a nice moment

Raise the shields

- Fair order

Aight, two more

This... is Anakin’s command after all

Aight

Right

Okay

Good for them.

Okay

Ahsoka gets a starfighter Why?

Commanding a squadron

Wait they gave her a squadron?

I thought-

The character is a Mary Sue

There

DONE

[either that or Yoda’s an idiot]

Or, Anakin an unaccountable bastard

[They’re both un-accountable]

“Idiot,” is just short for an unaccountable at this point

[I can’t stand to correct it every time]

Any-way

Let’s make a good impression

That was almost a good child-like impression

Still a bit too much emotion and not stunted enough

But fine...

As is...

—-

“ of course I’m not nervous,”

Never- mind there it went with all the goodwill towards the character

- Who shouldn’t be capable of nervousness

Shit show on the road

[”Snips,”

First Command

Nervous

All the things wrong with that conversation with a child

Good Job

Every-one

Abom ination

De-pend- ing

Child soldier ...

Lives? Who put the child soldier in charge,

Also Bull Shit Adults

Pressure Off

Whatever ..... Handle It

Aight

And...

Great

Back

Force be with you

Made the presence of self (which you can’t have because you’re a child) Be with You

“I won’t let you down”

Child.

Soldier.

Hope

Aight

[Mary Sue,]

Okay

]

It’s... rolling out

Kick- Back .... Knows Some Non -Sense Is going- down - He’s likely going to die

Being the only person that sees something wrong with the whole “child soldier,” Leader -ing thing ... Aight

‘Mother Bird,’?

Please tell me that isn’t Ahsoka‘s nickname?

Couldn’t it have been anything else?

[i’m aware “mother,” Generally Refers To Base Or Lead -ing - Ship - Just that we see plenty of other names - For the lead ship - That would’ve been less - - - Dis - turb -ing

(It’s a nitpick but one that I will carry to my grave)

(She’s a hec’kin Child!)

I am a little bit fumed

At them never writing her like one

And still trying to take any credit for good writing

.....

Shows on the roll

Aight

..Those Do... ... Kinda. look like vultures .. Maybe wrong ship ... IDk .. Okay There They Go .. Aight ... There They Go ... Perfect time to get your Padawan involved ... Back with this guy..

“Lau-,”

Okay when I originally heard this (I paused it) I thought he was saying “lunch” To show his decadence or lack of care,

What he’s actually saying is a “Launch,”

Still good

(A (relatively) smart move)

Just a funny anecdote

Okay

Again what is with the mood ... lighting?

(On his hat?)

Okay .... Right,

Whelp

They’re screwed

(Way to send the inexperienced Padawan first dickhead,”)

Also; where the heck is Obi-Wan?

Like I normally never usually complain because they never hold him responsible and treat him like a kicked puppy

( “In this nonsense ‘adults are the savior of everything, leading down, other adults, capable of initiative, the Glorious path Of stag -nation

And ooh, Obi-wan is the victim!

Saving his previous grooming victim from the evil of not stagnation (And being even the tin-iest bit upset about that whole grooming set up!

(Never mind Accountability [Shutter])

I see them doing it

I’m just giving the writers the benefit of the doubt that that’s not what they’re going with

(Until I’m certain that’s the narrative)

Anyway, Yeah, they mentioned him like five minutes ago

We haven’t seen him since Or ever

Switching over to Anakin‘s Admiral

When it’s supposed to be Obi-Wan’s mission ...

For his attack it’s surprisingly empty

Then again when has he ever focused and done what he was supposed to do

[Man is a dumpster fire]

[And yeah he has another child soldier to train so he’s probably busy with that]

- Last episode snark

He really can’t restrain himself to one

[ Anakin’s old news now...]

.....

Okay, I’ll stop the jokes now

Back to this episode;

Fleet is ready?? !!

You’re all clear

For What?

Dying?

There’s a million ships heading right for her

She’s going to be destroyed...

“Softened them up,”

A child dies when an adult wants them to die

There is no way she makes this

R7 —- Ready —- Action —-

What-ever

My brains already going numb?

This is going to be an ‘Asoka’ focused episode, isn’t it?

Argh

[i’m starting to wish I read the pre-views

(Or the title description)

Note; you’re going to hear a lot of a ““Uhmms,” “Uh-hahs,”, and ”what- Evers,”

As my brain shuts down to make way for the authors favorite Mary Sue

...

Boss

Arghghhhhh

God help me

Ahsoka should be dead

Ahsoka should be....

Movie, you do you know how children work

Children... Can’t survive An Adult wanting them dead

Those are bots programmed to kill every man woman and child

Ahsoka, should be dead

What really bothers me-

It’s the fact the child soldiers is something that you have to do carefully

You have to think through it

There’s not brawns because children don’t have the brawns to win that fight

Nor anything else

The adult has to let them win

(Or let them live at least)

Which goes well with a story about a narcissist. playing both sides

If the narrative (didn’t) what are used to hold the scene with culpable

The tension should come from the fact That Asoka isn’t aware of the danger she’s in

Completely unaccountable for her situation

And would be unaware up to the death

That is the tragedy of child soldiers

(They are by very definition glass tanks)

Fodder Of ...... Amorality

If you want to write an adult, write an adult

Don’t push these backwards morals

Write responsibly ........ Accountable for the ideas you bring into the world ... Ahsoka the unchildlike Narc

(That thing is not a child; I will be addressing it as the quasi-adult abomination it acts to be Showing how the actions (at least) Work better with the adult

While still holding its culpable for writing a bad character (Child) (Un-real -istic-)

[also they’re leading into a Patroclus like twist]

I don’t care

Here we see Ahsoka, taking the blame for some-thing an older (Enabler) Generation Did, Taking the heat [for the blame]

And by the energy the enabler (toxin instigat -or has gained, by the Ena-bling

That’s what I would say if the story actually took it self properly, and didn’t write Ahsoka poorly

- additionally with Anakin’s emotions of guilt (for enabling) addressed

[Alt ernatively]

Child;

This represents the complete power Adults [Enabling- over involved- generation breakers] hold over the naïve and defenseless, And how enablers care about their games more than for any concern about the well-being of others]

However that’s not what Happens;

Ahsoka, the abomination culpable to neither odds or groups, Makes it through

OY, Writers, Plot armor only applies to adults,

For children it’s unrealistic and bad writing

Because while adult humans maybe space orcs

Babies are... Not

They die when they are killed

While an adult can survive so long as they know what they’re getting into

Okay. everyone except Ahsoka

Who should be dead

.......

Clone enables ...... Okay ... Whatever ..... There is .. Oh yeah when they’re right on top of you .. That’s the right time to call for reinforcements .. Not like they were arrive - just in time to see you get blown up - Good idea .. Smart guy

[Also Anakin lent Asoka his ship so she can be Patroclus-ed did I mention that?

And how stupid it is?

[The characters I mean] . . Alright . .. There we go .. Right ... Whelp ..... Four enemy cruisers

So she’s

Totally

Dead Now Right .... Warn those fighters

Why

Does Anakin looks so pissed off at everything?

Also like not going to pull the child soldier at any time?

Caught

“You’re over reacting Admiral.”

Do you know those fanfiction’s where it states that someone has a problem but he’s never brought up in any meaningful way?

Just there .... . To make her seem quirky and relatable?

With a child character acting way beyond her age? (Or his’ having been no stranger for calling Anakin out for his shenanigans; even though Ahsoka is the most oblique case]

As a child they shouldn’t have any preferences besides eating and sleeping on un-interrupted

As an adult that would be a good study of how assumed authority and toxic behavior (Such as enabling) leads to a worser quality life (Ahsoka’s preferences and dislikes; no longer a concern,)

With the feeling of instability toxic peers bring

(Small goal; why cutting toxic peers, out of our life, and society, is a good idea, a necessary to prevent society from becoming an unstable mess)

However here it is nothing due to the story’s refusal to commit

And instead creating a non-human abomination of a main character, that sucks all the tension and stakes from the story like an on branded Mary Sue straight from Fanfiction

I hope the writers are proud to know they wrote such an abomination of a character

That it ruins any semi-decent plot they have written

And their decision to irresponsibly inflicted on the world are not unnoted

Though I do hope to forget this character as soon as possible

And that it’s existence will be lost to time and space

And not inflicted on the future generations

(And hopefully not many more people from this generation either*)

Or the older brother* generation

* Specifically

With that we are 19:17 minutes in (From finishing)

“Blue leader”

Do you think I won’t be done with a premise* so early on

*Episode

But the premise was already such a bad one

And the characters so badly miss handled

Which is a shame because I actually look forward to an episode of this premise

Heck they were redeemed Jar-jar Binks, you’d have to figure an episode with Ahsoka being redeemed was waiting right around the corner

However this is clearly not it

Well I hold out hope that the writers will eventually practice accountablity when writing Ahsoka’s character

That light is getting shorter and shorter

(It doesn’t excuse all the mediocre episodes or episodes turned mediocre by the lack of acc- oun tability

In her writing)

Con- tin- Uing On

“Admiral attempts to order a Jedi,”

I don’t think he has the authority to do that

Movie did you just break your own rule of command?

For a stupid trope?

Show how “bad ass” your Mary Sue Character is?

Argh

Also Anakin’s just a dip shit

(An Unaccountable dip shit)

Who en-dangered a child’s life on his own volition Like he’s already Darth Vader to me

No need to put on the mask

Just start playing the theme

(Not charming)

(Will never be)

Okay ..... There should be no question about that

(Unless it’s trying to insinuate Obi-Wan as a secondary groomer

Or the Chancellor’s second victim)

But seeing as the writers practice the accountability of a squirrel

Probably not...

.....

Heck off

Un child like abomination

Whelp

But the (un) child-like abomination is getting people killed

When by all the realism she should be the one dying

........

Writers ....

Not cool

“Our lines,”

You sent one group out there

We’ve seen you do literally nothing else ....

[this doesn’t make Asoka look cool, this makes everyone else look stupid

[Un-accountable]

[and I know what they are going with the survived beyond all odds when no one else can nonsense,”

No, movie

Just... No

[so many critical (mis)understandings (intentional mis-carrying), that drives this story into extinction

“Alright, alright,”

She only comes back when she’s needed more!

Fuck off...

Movie

That character got someone killed...

And has had enough sentience to understand the consequences of her actions

[and the system she enables]

And the concept of death

[Fair enough that dude could’ve saved himself]

But Ahsoka assumed authority and fucked it up Well enough Herself

No innocence in that

Retreating

Dude is ready to die [and while I don’t actually respect to or encourage that]

You kind of have to respect*/laugh At his commitment to his toxic job

Aight, Mate

Orders

That I pick and choose

And should’ve followed without a second thought if I was an actual child

Abomin -ation

Well

what

hope that was good

Oh he was actually doing some thing

That would’ve been nice to see when he uttered the “We’re out-numbered,“ Line

“Intensify deflector shields”

How?!

There’s too many

[really setting up the odds for Ahsoka to be the Big Damn hero [Un-realistic -ally]

Aren’t you ,movie

Aight

Fighter Squad

Bull-shit

Also isn’t it supposed to be the whole damn army?

Like, where is their enforcement is my question

Because it should be like baseball bat to glove

With them out numbering those guys 1 to 10

So what is up?

And also where is Obi-Wan Kenobi?

Y’know

The guy

this mission is actually supposed to be about

Seriously, that’s becoming a littered detail

Alright, okay

ARGGH

Dear God

She just said “cool your jets,”

To the fuckin Admiral

Are you trying to DIE

Child?

That’s an adult

They can

(And might)

Try to kill you!

WTF

We’re at 18:03

And already having this many problems with the story

Like even an essay on why this character doesn’t work

Hasn’t done much to sustain me

Through This Bull

Too late!

What.......?

What-

Happ -ened

Sky- Walker..

Okay

Just- Okay movie

You- don’t get any reaction beyond that

And.. the ship’s down

You know if this is in any other situation

With actual good characters

And set up

That might’ve been a bit actually tear jerking

As Ahsoka is forced to reckon with the fact of what the toxic behavior has done to her friends and family

And even as enablers - of a terrible military complex -( of toxic behaviors) you can’t help but feel - despite this being on making up their own creation - that it’s still too cruel for a human being (or sentient) and that accountability will be a blessing for them, where their hurt to themselves and everyone around them will be lesser

But that isn’t the case

Because Ahsoka

And toaster

Hang on Admiral

Fuck’in Jedi -under breath

Like seriously Comms guy here gets lot of our beef

But he seriously gets put through a whole fecking lot this episode

Like yeah he could stop this at any time

But He Doesn’t

And as noted above, It’s like dude you could be doing better for yourself...

You deserve better

Human reaction

Just Ouch

Out of Here

Fighters

Like yeah let me just try and contain the inhumane abomination of nature Sure, sir Right after- [Ship shaking]

I get these fires contained

[Feckin’ Jedi]

Well shit got more wrecked

Return

Oh shit yeah I fucked that up

Oh, Right

Few seconds

Why are you riding this guy’s tailplate?

Retreat

Whelp

Why?

Also, this is just like one fleet

I thought this was supposed to be like a multi facet thing

Like it said that the whole entire army

And we’re dealing with is extremely small slice of the pie

(Like not even supposed to be part of the pie As Asoka is a Jedi in training,”

We didn’t even see what Anakin and the Admiral are doing otherwise

Seriously all their hopes...

On a “teenager”

Who should be uncapable of intuition (Or initiative)

And Yoda (and surprisingly* every one else) Signed off on this

*Presumably * Nothing is surprising about A bunch of child groomers Agree- Ing to throw -ing A child into danger

That’s ex -pected

Smart Guy

Given that we literally haven’t seen any other bit of the Army

Ahsoka meant that she’s going to invade the enemy ship didn’t she?

Like it was cut so we couldn’t see the direction

The way she said that other clone’s name

I’m sus.

Good job

If you do your job well enough No one can beat it with half-ass ery

Okay

Failing?

Since when?

Anyone that got hit died!

How?

Stay with me

In this surprisingly stupid attempt

... ....

Aight,

He’s Dead

Good job everyone involved

“Axe,”

Apparently the only one that survived (Almost)

Also, Ahsoka how does it feel to have enabled that behavior?

Because you played a part

Skipping over the part that that was her fault?

And the consequences of enabling extremely toxic actions?

Like that person’s dead

Might not have been dead if everyone didn’t enable this

Like there was a part there

Close up the hangar doors

Why?

Also, That’s your reaction, To seeing all this shit

We’re home

That’s a bit better

Could’ve use a bit more conflict Over her role Eyes widening and shifting in horror Actually shocked

And expressing the full emotions of an adult

(If that is what we’re going for)

Okay, Alright

Also, someone survived?

Why?

Didn’t

He-

(Guess he only survived out of his own initiative)

And was just very done

Alright

Okay

Sucks

Hey- “jump to lightspeed”

Aniken- actually did some thing in this whole episode

Well,

Hope the other traids of this multi-facet -Ed

Invasion

Also, how is one ship not on fire?

Bull shit that’s Anakin’s

His ship... was on fire

Hold your characters accountable For the situations they caused

Now I’m going to assume Anakin and Ahsoka have the standard clichéd ‘You should’ve listen to orders/ I do what I want,” or Anakin comforts the un-child-like abomination for consciously Enabl -ing Bad Behaviors, As An Adult, As that the only situation that conversation would happen

(The narrative refusing to hold her accountable)

With a child it would just be an over involved adult comforting their own orders That and only that

Himself and only himself

Because children do not require comforting if you do not put them in distressful situations

“Sorry” Doesn’t quite cover it

Head Count

Aight

Can’t make me feel bad drama queen

Stop bothering the tech guys and get off

“Dis-appointed,”

She’s capable of making her own decisions

She’s either one an un child like abomination Or an adult Who should be how to accountability for repeated tox

Anakin held accountable (For enabling)

The second he hits an accountable adult

Point being they’re both in the wrong

And if movie is trying to paint one of them as a more or less innocent (Accountable) Movie is wrong

(You can be more or less toxic than someone, But after rule of five; you’re both equally accountable (Aka, should be held accountable)

(Equally irredeemable)

(By audience)

(Different People)

Point being; they’re both toxic

And I wish the writers would stop treating Ahsoka as deserving of any of the inn -ocence Un-account -ability

Of a child

When she doesn’t act, talk or have any say to it besides in name

Story telling us

Then contradicting by showing us what is almost the exact opposite (Quasi-)

Wanting to give Ahsoka of the responsibilities, (and dialogue) of an adult

But the subjective accountability Of nothing

Same with the tone

Creating a wholly Inhumane Character

With the loss of any sympathy as consequence

It sucks

[Too much emotions]

Like an un childlike abomination

Children shouldn’t have initiative!

Nothing

Obi-wan

Yeah- where the FECK is Obi-Wan?

He was mentioned at the beginning

That’s it

We haven’t heard (or seen) lip of the guy

Until now

“ I know you meant well snips,”

No she didn’t

If she’s capable of initiative, She knows she’s enabling the military complex

Fuck off with your subjective accountability movie

You can’t make me sympathize with a war enabler

(One doing it completely of her own sentience)

You get in that corner with your own (un) accountability

And stop focusing on this moment like there’s anything interesting or we’re supposed to sympathize with these characters

Without adjusting the lighting or showing any sign that you’re (assuming acc ounta bility For dis- play ing An enabling conversation And not normalizing a bad situation (Which should not be taken lightly)

Bigger Picture .... That You’re Not Aware Of

Assuming a sentient being is uncapable of understanding your logic

Tox

First rule of war

Don’t do war

It’s unaccountable

“Listen and obey your superiors,”

Yep there’s that assumed authority

Also she spent her whole life being groomed for this

There’s no doubt in my mind that she knows

That was malicious disobedience

(Something uncapable of children

“But sometimes you get carried away,”

Yeah he’s an adult he does it maliciously

You’re supposed to be a child But you’re capable of malacian

But the story refuses to hold (both you and him) Accountable For multiple acts of deliberate tox

And por -tray this conversation, As between two tox individuals Debating which one of them is more tox, with no stakes

To put it shortly, The story has commitment issues (And Severe characterization issues) That causes of the story to be unstable and flounder

(As it deserves)

“ understand what you’re going through,”

Being an enabler?

(To this un -childlike abomination’s toxs?)

No one is innocent in this scenario, movie

You better get it right

....

“ that I failed,”

Yeah you specifically screwed that up

....

“it wasn’t your fault,”

Hold up, hold up, hold up

(You put that soft music back where it belongs

Movie!

That was completely her fault!

(Enabling be damned)

“So many of my pilots,”

Put that light music away

Play something heavier

She’s the villain of the story

Now

This is disturbing

Not cute

Anyway...

“that’s the reality of command,”

That’s the reality of being toxic

“General we’re approaching our staging area,”

This is the circumstance you allow Skywalker

“Very Good Captain,”

Continue enabling The military complex Anakin

It’ll pay off one day (No; it won’t)

“ Master Windu,”

Seriously first time hearing (Never mind Seeing) Windu; This entire time;

“Progress,”

Oh so Ahsoka did fuck up the plan

Big Whoop

No surprises there

Mary Sue’s breaking the rules and getting no consequences is pretty on par

“Our progress ,huh,”

Hey you actually nearly had some bitterness appropriate for the situation!

Almost a good job writers!

“ we haven’t made any progress yet,”

Yep both a group of feck ups in a group of enablers

Great- situation that is

“No, Rex,”

Rex is half a Narc

Still an enabler

But he gives some care

(Still bad)

(And tox.)

(Myself)

Movie!

Put that sad music back where it belongs so help me

Screw that

Un-deserved-

You cannot make me feel bad for the enablers-

You shouldn’t be damn trying!

On the damn line, this movie is

Okay

....

She made this hole

Like good for her for taking some basic self accoun- tability and getting (temporary) away from his toxicity

That was almost an appropriate emotion

Okay, Whatever

Ahsoka’s going to do something reckless and stupid (Un- Acc oun Table) To “Prove” Herself, Do the same exact thing, That got her reprimanded, And be rewarded

,isn’t she?

....

Jedi Crashed

One very small piece

Of one facet

That shouldn’t exist

Did

And they had no back up plan

Besides the child soldier

(That acts like nothing like a child)

That’s something really to brag about

More so to shout “what the heck is that thing?!!”

At the clearly on unchild “child”

Yoda, And Plo, Have some explaining to do

Over where they found such a child

(A lab?)

It’s always on my mind that no one screaming about how fecked up it is that a “child” is capable of initiative

In every scene No one’s screaming, ‘You’re like 13! How are you capable of anything besides following orders??”

That’s �� how the clone facility got shut down

*gets

There’s some things even they won’t touch .....

Aight ... This dude bragging .... Okay

What-ever .... Blockade

Al right

Remember this is just the blockade

There’s a whole slave colony (Or whatever)

That we still haven’t got to

(Nor Obi-Wan‘s arrival)

How long is this thing?

Con-gratulations

But do not underestimate the Jedi

‘Except Obi-Wan underestimate that bitch all day, He still won’t do shit!

[Hasn’t even shown up!]

Seriously...

Commander bring me the data on general skywalker,

I know this is working up a ‘don’t underestimate the young,’ But babies?

Underestimate that all day they’re still Help-less

(As Ahsoka should be)

Yeah you shouldn’t underestimate the younger generation, Because you shouldn’t heck with the future at all!

The tragedy of child soldiers (And abused children) Is that there is no instant karma

Only Capable After The 22 Mark.

Writing your character an un child like abomination Isn’t clever movie

It’s un acc Ount Able

(And Terrible)

Asoka should be a worse version of general Kenobi/ Skywalker Due to having the orders But none of the initiative .. Of an adult ....

Aight

Okay

Surprise

No Asoka almost systematically Screwed up your unaccountable plan Relying completely on her

How this conversation should go;

So, the plan revolving around the child soldier went horribly

Ob; “wouldn’t have guessed,”

A; Yeah, I suppose...

[Angry bick -ering and Snark -ing comm ences]

While Ahsoka sits by blankly, awaiting an order [Be-cause Child]

[End]

....

What actually happens;

Aniken lies and says they were “out numbered”, [didn’t even try]

Sent out like one teem

[To our knowledge]

Cruiser

Wait, what?

When did this happen? We didn’t see that!

Everyone made it to the safety of hyper space

[Last I checked]

Except for Ahsoka’s team!

And I’m no expert on ships

[i’ve gotten the Separtists And Republic ships confused more times than I can count]

But Ahsoka’s team was the only ship we saw go down

And there was definitely more than one of those...

So like...

Show don’t tell movie

Plus an entire squadron of fighters

PLUS!

Dude I’d rather see the ship go down!

Seriously?!

What the heck happened there!

What the Heck!

That’s an important detail!

You could’ve use that as contrast!

Or to show that Anaken was further along in enabling!

- ——-

!!! !

And your Padawan

And your Padawan what...

What part of the plan are you aware of that we’re not?

(Because apparently a cruiser went down!)

So clearly some nonsense happened that we didn’t see!

Also, wait what happened to Comms guy?

That is prime guilt trip material!

Knowing the consequences of enabling bad behavior! (Toxic behavior!)

Seriously...

What?

Ahsoka’s fine

The authority assumer’s fine

Yippee!

I was so con cerned

About the childlike abomination that it doesn’t seem able to die

“Hard,”

HAHAHA

Are you kidding?

She was more concerned with her failure then the fact That those guys died!

She treated them like skill points more than actual people!

“ give her time,”

Give her time to get over it and enable more people in danger!

- Advice with Obi- Won-

“ you will need her help-”

Th-

The CHILD soldier’s ?

WTF

Not Cool!

Through This

“I know,”

I know child soldiers are the new in!

Also, wow. Even when she’s not in the scene, the universe bends to talk about her and give her props Sign 1; that you’re writing a Mary Sue

Seriously, You didn’t bother to put this character through like a Mary Sue checklist?

(Or did you use that as writing guidelines?

For This Character?

I’m getting really heated..

I’m just going to blank my mind for a bit

And maybe skip past these scenes

[because there was just nothing with redeemable about These Characters Or This Plot]

Thank you Windu for not focusing on Ahsoka..

Postpone The...

Urgh

[it’s not worth it It’s a badly done “Child screws up one thing (And the entire world) and must overcome your measurable odds (completely unrealistically) to Atone,”

It is literally the candy bar of plots

The most unhealthy .... And unappealing (Sorry to candy, It Has some thing over these plots)

If I stop at anything that makes me angry, I’m going to be here all day, [For Years!] - Switching into summary mode .... Meaning that the commentary won’t be immediate .....

And will be more like when there’s a Tumblr refresh Without The Brackets...

Not even worthy of the, “Uhms,” “Oh yeah, and “That’s great,” I usually start falling into about this point

.....

[Oh my god....

No, Just No

[Everyone is tox, Ashoka is an adult, tries to assume some accountability and leave, Anakin guilt trip her into it [she’s an adult so she didn’t have to go with it] but still, the Clones show the tiniest bit of Accountability, the Admiral showed reasonable hesitance, confirms And enables Ahsoka’s Un-accoun tability]

And the story ends up as clichéd and [even worse] broken as I predicted, going full Mary Sue, having Ahsoka take the helm at the rip age of 13 [Acting on Quasi-22] having the basic decency not to blow my ears out with a happy theme but it’s still appears nauseatingly constant in the background, despite none of this being deserving, staying enough under the radar, near “fiercely annoying,” instead of “actively harmful” And Dis gus ting

Like it’s predecessors saving it from a strike

But not from being a terrible episode

[Worthy of being forgotten,]

Ahsoka; the tales of being a Mary Sue?

Skip It

Which is a shame

because This character could be so much better

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• „And I'm still walking“ – Artist Naomi Isaacs' steps out into life Interviewed by Gaby dos Santos in 2017 Naomi Isaacs was sitting in the Wirtshaus Am Gehrenberg Beer garden one Sunday afternoon in 1984. According to Naomi, „I was sitting under the chestnut trees enjoying the pleasant atmosphere which reminded me of a pleasant summer day, complete with the chirping of birds and the sounds of children playing while their parents drank coffee. It was one of those rare, absolutely clear days, where one had a view of the entire Lake of Constance from the terrace.“ This grand view evoked a vision of unlimited possiblity in Naomi. „If I stood up right now and begin to walk, I would eventually get to the lake, cross it with the ferry, keep going and going, and who would be able to stop me? Right then and there a part of me stood up and began to walk, and this part has kept going ever since.“ Naomi had already begun to get restless a year earlier. It was on her fortieth birthday, the perfect time for reflecting and taking stock of her life. When she woke up that morning she wondered, "Yesterday was Tuesday, today is Wednesday. Do I feel different today?" She decided that she did indeed feel different. "I'm too old to let anyone tell me what to do and much too young to die." She and her then-husband had been meeting regularly with a group of friends for dinner. One evening Naomi realised that nothing on the menu appealed to her. „‚Steak would be nice, but requires too much chewing. Shrimp would be nice, but no, all that sauce and rice would be too much.' Nothing on the menu was the way I would prefer it. My inner voice told me that this was about more than just what food to order tonight. The truth was that, on several levels, I had simply lost my appetite. I felt: 'something is rearing its ugly head.' “ Who hasn't experienced this quiet uneasy feeling that accompanies one down the road of life, and quietly but again and again seems to ask, "Well, what happened to all the dreams and plans I made for my life? When did I lose the lightness of living in the present, without wasting a thought on whether or not the future is secure enough? Where is that youthful zest for life?" So much seems to be locked up, and one doesn’t even realize that one has done the locking up oneself. Naomi describes this process on the biography page of her website. "Gradually our interests changed and we stopped visiting the clubs. I had been working as a typist in a large company. Over the next fifteen years I worked for several different companies and worked my way up to department secretary.“ Back in 1984, when Naomi was sitting in the Gehrenberg beer garden and decided to follow her vision, she and her husband had already drifted apart and separated amicably. Back then Naomi's greatest fear was something she refers to as „the primary occupation of all single, middle aged women: having a cozy evening at home," accompanied by trivial questions such as, "'What shall I have for dinner tonight? Which tablecloth shall I use?' For me, that would be like dying a slow death." Evenings? Luckily there was still Gerry Hayes' Allotria jazz club on Türkenstrasse. Naomi was pleasantly surprised, „The faces were unfamiliar, but the atmosphere, the smell of beer and cigarettes, were exactly as I remembered them. And the sound of the music filled me again." The Allotria club would not be Naomi's only jazz hang-out. There was also the Unterfahrt, which is now one of the best-known jazz clubs worldwide. „It became my second living room. I helped out both in the kitchen and selling tickets at the door, and also joined in the jam sessions." Around that time jazz singer and actress Jenny Evans opened her music bar Jenny’s Place which stayed open till 3:00 a.m. In addition, Wolfi Kornemann's legendary Nachtcafé also catered to jazz-loving night owls, featuring live jazz, food and drink until 6:00 in the morning. In the mid 1980's, Munich's jazz scene became both a blessing and a curse for a dropout-to-be like Naomi. The nights were long, longer, even endless. „Shower quickly and then hurry off to work," summarised Naomi as she thought back to this special time. “At some point my boss admonished, 'Watch out Naomi, you'll soon have to decide between work and music.'" His world was so different to hers that he couldn't possible have imagined that Naomi had already said her goodbyes to normal, middle-class living; she had already acquired a taste for singing on Munich's stages. At the Liederbühne Robinson (then in Munich) Naomi reactivated her folk song repertoire from her youth, singing in duets with Gotte Gottschalk (guitar), „simply to see if I could still perform on stage." Not only could she, but she was so convincing, that she was invited by the head of David gegen Goliath (a local political party), Bernhard Fricke, to perform on stage for his founding celebration at the renowned Circus Krone. Naomi was in her office when Fricke called. When the politician explained how much effort he had put into finding her and asked her if she had time to sing that same evening at the Circus Krone, she thought he was a colleague playing a prank on her. But it wasn't a prank, and so that evening she went on stage together with guitarist Geoff Goodmann and Bass player Chris Lachotta as the closing act. "We came at the very end after Werner Schneider and Eisi Gulp and many other big names. I was supposed to sing a few American folk songs and get the audience to sing along with me.“ It was a smart move on Fricke’s part. I bet that by the end of the evening the mood was bombastic, since Naomi is capable of dealing with practically any audience. I too have gladly included Naomi in similar situations at jour fixe events. It is also typical of Naomi not to be intimidated by such a location. On the contrary, she reported that she felt the surroundings were "comfortable, a large audience but I felt close to everyone because the building is circular. There were no dark remote corners. And afterward the party continued at Jenny’s Place.“ This performance was motivating. It no longer seemed impossible to establish oneself on the music stage and it became clear to Naomi that, „I couldn't keep working in an office. There was nothing more for me to learn there, or rather, there was nothing more there that I wanted to learn. And I had become too independant to keep taking orders from my boss every day." It wasn't long before there was an incident. „We had all hung postcards, drawings and fabourite sayings on the office walls. I had hung up several funny cartoons from Mordillo. One day I entered my office and half of my cartoons were missing from the wall. As I was asking around about the missing cartoons, my boss came over‚ 'Have you seen my cartoons?' asked Naomi. 'Yes. I took them down because I couldn't stand looking at them any more.“ Naomi's response was appropriate but contrary to how one normally speaks to one's boss. “Werner, you're my boss, and if you tell me to take down the stuff I put up on the walls, I have to do it. But what you have done is stealing.” He turned white as a sheet, went into his office and returned with a few pictures he had thrown in his waste basket.“ Naomi submitted her long overdue resignation shortly thereafter. „I was driven by the fear of what would happen to me if I didn't move on," explained Naomi thinking back. „Another twenty years of this nonsense and at the end of it all just a bouquet of flowers and a handshake, a shallow retirement party and then I'm simply checked off the list?“ She asked herself what she really wanted to make out of the rest of her life, and realised, „Actually, I want to be a singer.“ „The thought of looking at myself in the mirror at 65 and having to say to myself, ‚and you didn't even try!‘ frightened me beyond words.“ The fear was stronger than Naomi's need for relative security, a fear which hinders many people from making a drastic change of course in the middle of their lives. Resigning from her office job on April 1st, 1986 marks the beginning of Naomi Susan Isaacs’ singing career at the age of 43. Looking back to that time, Naomi wrote on her website, "... I quit my secretarial job and allowed myself a sabbatical year to devote myself completely to music and to find out whether the music world wanted me." The music world didn't immediately welcome her with open arms; just the opposite. Newcomers, especially previously unknown "normal" people were generally shunned by the established music scene in keeping with the motto, „If we make it easy then everyone will want to join!“ And even today the music scene sometimes presents itself as a sort of "macho country ". And then this unknown forty-something-year-old just shows up out of nowhere, with little musical background to show for herself, but with a desperate desire to become part of the Munich jazz scene. Of all things! Also, there is a sort of "jazz police" which patrols our swinging city of Munich, which is of the opinion that they know how jazz should be presented and attempt to protect it as if it were somehow holy. Someone like Naomi didn't necessarily fit in. Furthermore, a surprise is waiting for those intending to live the bohemian lifestyle: Despite rumours to the contrary, there isn't much money in this way of life. Naomi has openly talked about there being times when she quite literally "ate from the dumpster." She describes it without self-pity, since there is no room for self-pity when one has been drawn to this way of life. Naomi didn't sit still but took action to reverse the downward trend. She looked for a lodger to help cover the rent, and began to give singing lessons. Naomi made a name for herself in the scene practically right out of the gate, and at the same time her singing career took off. She writes on her website biography: „By the end of the first year I had completed a short tour of Italy and had collected a small flock of singing pupils. Through them I discovered my passion for teaching. During the next several years, I constantly attended jazz workshops, both in Germany and abroad and in addition acquired skills through educational seminars in Kinesiology, Systemic Family Constellation work (as taught by Bert Hellinger) NLP (Neurolinguistic Programming), ESP and many others. In 1990 I founded New Vocal Center, a center for teaching and workshops 'with, for and about the voice'. In addition to my own teaching, I organised workshops and was privileged to host famous jazz and blues singers, including Mark Murphy, Jay Clayton, Theo Bleckmann, Angela Brown and many others who enriched the lively atmosphere of New Vocal Center. My travels eventually became so frequent, that in 1998 I had to close New Vocal Center in order to concentrate fully, for a while, on my own career.“ The sabbatical year that Naomi began in 1987 has continued until today. In the meantime, the Munich cultural scene has said "yes" to Naomi. The road has been quite rocky though, requiring persistence and an unconventional lifestyle which characterizes Naomi. On her homepage she writes, „Life as a musician can be lonely at times, and the traveling is not always as glamourous as it is reputed to be. I have slept on a cold, hard attic floor with no bathroom, miles away from a cup of coffee or a piece of bread. I've had to listen to comments like, 'musicians prefer simple accommodation, because they would feel out of place in a proper hotel'. I've slept in my car in public parking spots, and sought out hotel restrooms to wash myself in the morning. On the other hand, I've also been invited to stay in people's private homes and have experienced wonderful hospitality and generosity, and in the process made some friends for life.“ By the end of the nineties, Naomi had permanently established herself in the Munich music scene and had the same idea that I had, to establish a place for artists to meet. At the same time that I began with my Jour Fixe in the Nachtcafe, Naomi started her Kultursalon in the café of Theater Drehleier. Our two concepts were totally different. I presented small show blocks. Naomi hosted a talk show. Both events were well attended. My shows received more media coverage due to the widespread notoriety of the Nachtcafe. Naomi, however, definitely won points for herself, which was amply confirmed on the occasion of her one year anniversary gala, which was attended by the who's who of the cultural scene, first and foremost Helmut Ruge, the famed cabaretist. The then Bavarian cultural advisor (later Bavarian minister of culture), philosophy professo Dr. Dr. Julian Nida-Rümelin was spotted billing and cooing with his future wife, author Natalie Weidenfeld. At the piano sat none other than grand seigneur of jazz Piano, Joe Kienemann! This event developed into what I've always dreamed of, but which I never quite achieved in this magnitude, despite all my efforts or perhaps because of them: a glittering, glamourous bohemian celebration! A while later, I felt better about it, and I was able to feel good about what I was doing at the Nachtcafe, instead of begrudging the success of a colleague! I decided to return to being a Naomi fan rather than become bitter. That was a good decision, because over the years Naomi has become one the few people I really trust, and has recently become a neighbour of mine here in the Haidhausen quarter of Munich. I love to lose track of time chatting and philosophizing with her in her kitchen. In addition, for years now Naomi has belonged to the small, committed circle of members of the organization jourfixe-muenchen e. V. and frequently has stood by me with help and advice. Furthermore, in one of her seminars several years ago, she helped me to conquer my horrendous stage fright – permanently. oooo „I like to change horses in midstream,“ says Naomi even today, surprising us, her fans, friends and companions again and again. For example, on the occasion of her 70th birthday she gave us, "Postkarte aus Bali -- ein Kinderbuch für Erwachsene“ (English: Postcard from Bali -- a children's book for Grownups). How the book came into being is typical for Naomi. She gives projects space to develop and follows the development step by step. „I never intended to write a book. It came about 'chapter by chapter', based on my life and my experiences.“ Originally, she set out to develop a concept for a music project for children which she intended to realize with her colleague, trombonist Christopher Varner. On the inside cover text, we read that the original idea developed into, 'Twelve children, twelve encounters, twelve adventures – How to discover your strengths, learn to believe in yourself and find your way in life“, brought together in a captivating storybook illustrated by Samar Ertsey, which she presented at both the Frankfurt and Leipzig book fairs. Over thirty years have passed since Naomi's departure from her "9 to 5" life, during which she has never regretted her decision. She believes that „Life is an adventure. I am grateful for everything I have learned, experienced and have been allowed to share, to pass on." She has produced five CD's under her own name, has led workshops and given concerts worldwide, including the U.S. and the Far East. Behind this seemingly enviable lifestyle, however, are a lot of pragmatism and discipline. The famous "dumpsters" didn't only feed Naomi for several years, they also co-financed her retirement plan which gives her financial independence today, an accomplishment which doesn't in the least reduce Naomi's zest for action. On her birthday in 2018, she launched her newest project, the Institute of Charismology, of which she is the initiator and founding member. More about Naomi Susan Isaacs and her current offerings can be found on her websites: charismology.com and https://goo.gl/jsZqYp. R.HH.Biswurm, writing in the cultural magazine APPLAUS says „… No other singer who belongs to the so-called Munich Scene displays as much individuality as Naomi is able to.“ 00000 The Hannoversche Zeitung (English: Hannover Newspaper) writes: „(Naomi Isaacs is) a singer of disarming honesty and authenticity, who can cast a spell on her audience. Not just one mood permeates the evening, there are so many, that they could fill an entire life …“

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