@kimberleyjean ok, you asked for this, its cursed and I'm sorry.
So first off I'm NOT going to try to explain what Supernatural is. Its a garbage fire, and I am unfortunate enough to be one of the feral, touch-starved gays to live in said garbage fire. Its the best show ever but all of its accidental, its the worst show ever in terms of anything that was done on purpose, etc etc. You're on tumblr you know the drill
Anyway, before GOs2's "Final Fifteen", the ONLY connections between GO and SPN were:
A demon in spn is named Crowley, in an homage to GO Crowley. They are alike, but they are NOT the same character and I don't think it can be argued that they're the same person in different forms (bc with demons that would be possible). They are however both Scottish, greasy and have a deep disrespect for authority. I do HAVE a theory/hc connecting the two Crowleys but that's another post for another day. Weirdly, SPN!Crowley (who I'm going to call Fergus from here on out, bc even though nobody in spn or the fandom calls him that, it is his canonical first name) has very little to do with anything I'm about to say. Just fyi, he exists.
Secondly, The Hillywood show did a Supernatural parody back in 2014-ish. I will link it below if you're curious, but again not much in this video is ACTUALLY RELEVANT to what I'm about to say (however, Fergus is there. He's the Scottish guy)
However, the specific arcs of Supernatural that SURROUND the season/topic this parody is centered on (Mark of Cain arc, ~s9-10) are where the coincidences get weird, and ok now I do have to talk about Supernatural a bit.
mmmfffff. Okay so the Metatron is a greasy, annoying, manipulative, power-hungry bastard who lies every time he speaks, wants full rule over Heaven and will control anyone and wreck anything he can to get there....
...and I'm talking about the version of the Metatron from Supernatural. LONG tldr, Dean (buzz cut, older brother, guy who's in love with an angel, the guy who says the news headlines in the Destiel meme) takes this thing/curse/whole other mess called the "Mark of Cain" to kill this kinda super-powerful arch-demon called Abaddon (more on her later), and blah blah blah Supernatural Happens For A Bit, and due to the Mark's curse making Dean act like a total psycho (and also, its implied, slowly turning him into a demon) they try to get help from the Metatron, who had been locked up after... well.
-when God was no longer contacting heaven, Metatron ran away from Heaven and hid on earth because he thought that the angels would use the Word of God (which the Metatron holds) "wrong" or something
-later, took advantage of strife & power vacuums in Heaven to manipulate Cas (angel, deeply autistic, the guy who says "I love you" in the destiel meme, in love with Dean) into doing a spell that CAUSED ALL OF THE ANGELS IN HEAVEN TO FALL, for no reason other than the Metatron is an actual pissbaby.
anyway, Metatron claims he can help Dean, that was a lie (shocking, I know), Metatron pulls some bs including basically stealing Cas' life-force (a second time. the first time was when he was ALREADY fucking w Cas as mentioned above) and runs off back to heaven... along with Gadreel, who he has manipulated/convinced to help him take power in Heaven.
who's Gadreel?
well. he's the angel who let the Serpent (or in this canon, just Lucifer) into the Garden of Eden, and he was cast into Hell to be tortured forever or something as punishment. However, after Metatron's earlier all-the-angels-falling scheme, Gadreel (for reasons I'm not too sure of tbh) took the name/identity of a VERY highly-regarded and powerful angel named Ezekiel, who died of his injuries during the fall
^this last part is a detail I try hard not to think about. this is because the names and roles are JUST similar enough to GO's Ineffable Husbands for the implications make me very, very sad.
Anyway, Gadreel had been around spn canon before, posing as Ezekiel, possessing Sam blah blah blah shit happened
Anyway this is a whole lot of words to say that the season/s of SPN that The Hillywood Show was parodying were the seasons where the Metatron was a main villain, and attempted/temporarily succeeded in taking power in Heaven BY MANIPULATING THE GUY WHO LET THE DEVIL INTO THE GARDEN OF EDEN
and then The Hillywood Show (who tbh I almost feel bad for lmao like BRUH) got signed to produce the parody/teaser/release date announcement for GOs2. Where the Metatron...
yeah.
yeahhhhhh
I would have LOVED to see the Hillywood Show team's live and immediate reaction to the Final Fifteen because I can't even imagine what must have been going through their heads.
ah yes. the FUCKING Metatron
oh also in spn, the Metatron (its complicated but basically)severely/fatally wounds Cas, and straight-up KILLS Dean, but Dean resurrects as a demon (for a few eps at least), meaning that Metatron DID technically try, and almost succeeded in, killing both members of an angel/demon gay couple, if only bc timing lined up so that Metatron was an antagonist in the arcs where Dean was turning into a demon.
so yeah
anyway I mentioned we'd get back to Abaddon so here's those major spoilers I mentioned. I'm fairly sure these are real spoilers and not theories, since my source is wikipedia
that's the whole article, there's not much else on her on wiki (though I should really do more research on Muriel). I think I heard Neil say somewhere that he created Muriel because "he wanted an angel character, from Heaven, who was 'just nice'" but idk if anything specific has ever been said about her name.
anyway that's why the Metatron gave Muriel that book "The Crow Road" in the Final 15, why he likes her so much, and why he's having her stay on earth
"The Crow Road" is a book about the nature of Death, and Metatron is, for lack of a better/less problematic word, grooming Muriel for the role of angel of Death in the apocalypse (Abaddon being a VERY prominent figure in revelations, for those who weren't aware)
...so on top of all the other Supernatural/Hillywood-Specific coincidences, sure, let's have Abaddon too.
uhhhhh
yeah
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Cautiousness
Pairings: Clone Trooper Veteran (from Kenobi) x f!Reader
Warnings: some light angst, shorter than usual
Notes: I messed around with canon to expand on Tatooine a bit, hope y'all don't mind. This is also one of my entries for the Clone x Reader bingo, but more on that at the very end! (If you're new here, I have links at the bottom.)
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There's a moment between sleeping and waking where everything is hazy - you don't fully recall the previous day or think about why your legs ache so much, and you don't put much thought into the heat steadily seeping into the room. You blink and drift in and out of consciousness, listening to the shuffling of feet and the rustling of clothes. Tai must be getting ready for work. You want to kiss him goodbye before he goes.
"Wait," you mumble as you turn onto your other side, arm stretched out across the mattress.
And then it hits you. Because he is getting dressed, yes, but he's not in his work gear and you're not in your room. You don't even recognize this place. And it's too hot for an early Daiyu morning.
The troopers, Cody, Tatooine, it all comes flooding back and you sit up with a gasp, burying your face in your hands.
The bed dips and you feel the heat of Tai's body beside yours. He doesn't say anything, doesn't need to, you're sure he knows what you're thinking. His hand is a comforting weight upon your knee and the repetitive motion of his thumb rubbing over the joint serves to ground you in the present. It's more than you thought he'd be willing to give.
"We're leaving soon," he whispers. His voice is still scratchy from sleep, all rumbly and low in his chest, and normally that might make your heart skip a beat, but right now it only makes you feel worse. "You should get dressed."
You expect him to leave, but instead he stays. He waits for you. He leans in after a moment and presses a kiss to your temple, then nudges your hair with his nose. Dank farrik, he's going to make you cry if he doesn't stop.
"Tai?" You feel so small and pitiful. You feel dwarfed by the enormity of the galaxy, by the weight of your actions, by everything that's led you here, even as he shifts closer. "Are we gonna be okay?"
You don't doubt him. You know he's brave and strong and smart, he's resourceful and now he's not alone, he'll come out of this just fine, you're sure of it. You don't doubt the love you have for him, nor necessarily his love for you, but your guilt encourages you to doubt yourself. Ever since you've known him, you've been keeping him safe. It hasn't always been conscious, but the intent has been there behind every little action, every credit spared, every kiss and touch, every night you've sacrificed sleep to chase his demons away. You didn't keep him safe last night. You tried, Maker, you tried so hard. Now you just feel like a poor excuse for a partner.
It's his silence that drives you to speak again, terrified that he's mulling over all the ways in which you've disappointed him. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen."
But before he can say whatever it is weighing on his tongue, there's a knock at the door and a voice that should belong to him but doesn't. "Two minutes, vod."
One more kiss to your temple and then he's up, buckling his belt and finishing the laces on his boots. "C'mon, love," he huffs as he struggles with the knot. "Time to go."
You still feel like you're half asleep, bogged down by your sorrow and disappointment though you are. You feel like you're watching a holo. Surely this isn't your life, waking up in a strange bed beside a soldier, on the run like a criminal? This isn't you. This isn't right.
"Tai-"
"Here." He practically throws your shoes at you. "Quickly."
You're stumbling out of the room what feels like a mere blink later. Your laces are sloppily tied and your entire body feels grungy with sand and sweat and the icky feeling of sleeping in your day clothes, but you don't even have time to tell Cody "good morning" before he and Tai are rushing you outside. Dank farrik, what's the big rush? The suns aren't even cresting above the horizon yet!
Cody nods at his fellow soldier. "Ten minutes."
Tai echoes this with a hand at your back, just below your shoulder blades, and then the two of you are off in about the opposite direction of the rising suns. He sets a brisk pace, your veteran, and you can see it better now through fresh eyes and with a hint of sunlight just how easily he fits into this role of a trooper on a mission. Yours is simple - make it to the edge of town where Cody will meet up with you with transportation. Then it's off to Mos Espa.
"What happens after Mos Espa?"
Tai shrugs, eyes forward. "Cody says there are settlements on the far side of the planet, places no one'd ever think to look for us. But we need the spaceport. Traveling across planet by speeder, it's too dangerous."
So that's it, then. You're stuck on this hunk of rock. You suppose it could be worse, you could be stuck here without Tai, or you could be captured by the Empire, or, arguably the worst option, locked up in a containment cell on Daiyu. But your pack is already digging into your shoulders and the air is starting to heat up and you still have this desperate, stupid urge to burst into tears.
You glance at him from the corner of your eye. Rigid posture, determined eyes, and he's moving so kriffing fast. You'd think he'd be winded by now considering he's not a young man anymore, but he bears his pack and the pace extraordinarily well. Under different circumstances, you'd probably be begging him to take you home so you could better appreciate his stamina, but right now all you can think of is the burning shame in your gut because you are struggling.
The sand has been traipsed on enough in town that it's become compacted and even, but the further out you go the more difficult it is to walk properly. The ground continues to slide out from under you and your legs are stiff, which really doesn't help. You feel small and useless. And ridiculous. Meanwhile, Tai hasn't made a single grunt of discomfort this entire time.
The rest of the day follows in much the same way - you cling to whatever parts of Tai you can reach around his pack from your spot on the back of the speeder bike, follow Cody the hour long drive to Mos Espa and ditch your bikes behind an old building, you rub sand out of your eyes and the ache out of your butt, and you trudge along behind them feeling entirely like a little kid.
"What is this?"
Cody's just returned from a brief meeting with a contact. He hands over a pair of chain codes before stealing a quick look around. Always wary, cautious. It's starting to rub off you too, has started as a prickle at the base of your neck and a heaviness between your lungs when you start getting a little paranoid.
"New identities," he replies. "They'll get you safely past any Imperial checkpoints."
It's like you've been dunked underwater. Now you're changing your entire identity? What more could possibly need to be done to outrun the Empire? You look to Tai, to Cody, then down at the chain code burning a hole in your hand, and your eyes start watering.
Fucking dammit, this isn't the time to cry and you know it, but this isn't what you signed up for! None of this is. Daiyu wasn't your favorite place in the galaxy, it was shitty and you hated it, but you'd never anticipated leaving. You never thought you'd wind up on Tatooine, of all places, this sandy, sweltering dustbin that makes you feel itchy and sticky and seems to suck the very moisture out of your body. You thought that perhaps if you were very, very lucky and you worked very, very hard, you could live out your days in a semi-decent part of Daiyu with the man you loved by your side. And you never would have asked for anything more.
The code display light clicks on at your touch and flashes several strings of aurebesh - Tausi Starla, aged exactly one year younger than you currently are, born on Bespin to the Starla family, previously employed by a respectable business until she became the owner of a plot of land in the uncharted Tatooine regions. Your new identity.
You catch a brief glimpse of Tai's chain code and spot a new name, some vague details about his birth date on Kamino and his forced retirement from the Empire's service before he shuts it off. He nods at Cody as he stuffs the code into his pocket.
"Thank you, sir."
The pair clasp forearms for a long, solemn moment before Cody breaks into the slightest of smiles and pulls Tai into a proper embrace. You watch for a heartbeat or two until you feel a bit too intrusive and glance away. A few words in a tongue you can't understand are shared, another nod, and a brief press of foreheads, and then the commander turns to you.
"Ma'am."
You swallow the lump in your throat. "Is this where we part ways, Commander?"
He hums, arms folded low across his torso. It catches you off guard; Tai does that sometimes. "Yes," he nods, "but I'll be in contact once you're settled." Then he pauses for a moment and you can tell he's thinking seriously and deeply about something very important by how his expression shifts. "You couldn't be in better hands, ma'am. He's a 501st lad. Some of the bravest men I served beside came out of his legion."
It's not even remotely subtle, but it is terribly endearing. And bittersweet. He doesn't have to sell you on Tai, on his bravery or his honor or goodness, you've seen it all firsthand, but the fact that he's trying to help means more to you than you can say.
"Thank you, Cody." Something in your gut tells you that it'll be a while before you see him again, this goodbye might even be permanent. It's a big galaxy and the Empire is everywhere. So you pull the commander into a hug and squeeze with all your might. You try not to dwell on how familiar yet altogether uncanny his frame feels beneath yours. "For everything. Thank you so much."
It's nowhere near perfect, none of this is, but you're only here, alive, because of him. You'll never forget this man for as long as you live.
Cody smiles when you both finally part. His irises are big and brown and melancholy. "Take care of yourself, vod'ika," he says with all the fondness a soldier like him never ought to have.
Tai starts beside you. Something unspoken passes between them, sharp as the sand and sunlight in your eyes but gentle, too, like the soft glow of the moons at night, something not meant for you but undeniably centered around you. You can feel this understanding rattle in your bones. It's big, whatever it is, but the time for it has already passed. Tai nods, salutes his commander, his brother, his friend, and Cody returns the gesture, and then he's gone.
"What did he say?" you ask.
The knot in Tai's throat bobs. His attention remains fixed on the corner of a nearby building where the commander had disappeared, almost like he can't quite look at you. He can touch you, though. He wraps an arm around your shoulders. Maker, he feels like home. And he noses at your temple, presses his mouth along your hairline, croaks in a low, warbling tone that betrays the tears you can't see in his eyes. "Mando'a. He called you 'little sister' in Mando'a."
You don't fully understand why he didn't just say it in Basic and you get the sense that there's more meaning behind it than what it literally translates as, but it still strikes you hard enough to knock the air from your lungs. Family. Cody called you family.
"C'mon," says your love as he withdraws his arm. "Let's get to that transport."
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The Khans - My Introspective
I don't like the Military and I don't support a lot of the actions the NCR does to the Mojave in New Vegas but in terms of the Khans I feel like the fandom infantilizes or diminishes the fact that they are or at least one of the most violent raider groups in the Mojave.
What happened at Bitter Springs was a tragedy, innocent lives were lost and the fact that the NCR swept it under the rug and continued to hunt down Khans that are truly trying to back down and resettle is horrendous, but there is a history to the NCR's aggression towards them.
The Khans first appear in Fallout 1, the main faction of raiders in the game besides the mentioned Vipers (who don't actually appear if I remember correctly). They came from Vault 15 along with the members that would form rival groups; The Vipers, The Jackals, and Shady Sands. They are a very large and foreboding raiding party, known for burning towns and encampments they attack and taking survivors as their slaves or slaves to sell. They are a big reason why the Jackals and Vipers are actually so small in New Vegas, they wiped them out.
Their main targets where Shady Sands and Junker town, the former of the two would be what became The New California Republic. This explains a big part of their animosity towards the Khans, only furthered by the fact the Khans kidnapped Tandi as a young girl, the girl that would go to offically found the NCR out of Shady Sands. When the dweller saved her and killed much of the Khans, this allowed the NCR to develop into what it currently is as they no longer needed to focus on fighting off constant raids.
When the Khans became the New Khans in Fallout 2, they barely resembled the Khans as they were led by Darion, Garl Death-Hand's son (former leader of the Khans). They were smaller and refortified vault 15, still planning to take down the NCR (at this time nowhere near as imperialist as they are in FNV) as mostly a revenge/power ploy. They manipulate The Squat, a group of y'know squatters, that lived in the upper levels, promising and lying about repairing the vault and offering them ransacked caravan resources if they kept the NCR away. Being their only life line The Squat had no choice. Still the chosen one got rid of them and they left New California for the untapped Mojave.
The Great Khans, the most current iteration, continued in the path as the original Khans, regrouping and gaining information from the Followers who hoped they'd use their new medical knowledge to heal themselves. They gained more members and a substantial part of Vegas territory before they were run out by the three families. They were pushed to Bitter Springs where they first and foremost continued to pick off and attack NCR settlements, most of which consisted of caravans, towns, and camps as they saw them as easy like in their old days. It was the killing of four influential Republic members (non-military) that brought on Bitter Springs.
Bitter Springs was the result of years of hatred and animosity and likely the goal to send a final message to the Khans. It does not excuse the fact that innocent men, women, and children were slaughtered with few survivors. It does not excuse the fact that the NCR has yet to make amends for this and continues to try and persecute the Khans even in moments of surrender.
This post is not to defend what happened but to give a quick rundown of the Khan's history and their history with the NCR. It's to remind people that the NCR is not just their military power but an actual group/settlement of people that were also attacked indiscriminately by the Khans. It's to point out that the Khans were not a band of indigenous people (no matter the comparisons) driven from their homes but raiders who fed into the brutal cultures of the west coast wasteland and were in turn treated to the same things.
My frustration comes from the fact that FNV has so many comparisons to indigenous struggles but the groups it chooses are not comparable at all. Their oppression hinges on not being familiar with their past, which explains why they have the reputation they do in canon. The "tribes" are often not even groups of minorities or have goals/desires out of acquisitions of power and I feel like it is important to both acknowledge that this is bad indigenous rep because it is not supposed to be. It is supposed to be a comparison of the in-game groups and how they all do the same things and justify it in their own fucked up ways, some better at it than others.
FNV of all the Fallout games (in light of it being heavily Western based) distastefully uses indigenous imagery and theming for groups that are sad mimicries of American indigenous cultures at best and outright offensive at worst.
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