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Carmen Argenziano

I’m pasting this from Facebook, because I’m not strong enough to write it again. 

I just found out that Carmen Argenziano passed away yesterday.

He played Jacob Carter on Stargate SG1, among a thousand other things. He was 75.

I’d seen him at a dozen Stargate conventions through the years. He always struck me as an incredibly sweet, intelligent and genuinely kind person.

Two years ago, I was at a small con in Missouri, without my girls (because they were too far away to get there), and the only friend I had there was the Stargate actors’ manager. He is and has been a friend long before he started managing the actors. He’s fantastic. His wife is, too.

Anyway, he asked me if I could do him a favor. Would I be interested in being a handler for him? After freaking out for a few minutes, calming the hell down, and realizing I had literally no one else to hang out with or anyone who even cared that I existed, I said yes.

I handled Carmen Argenziano.

I played it cool. I pretended I wasn’t freaking out, sitting next to him, being less than a foot from this man I’d never been within ten feet of, being behind the table instead of in front of it. I wasn’t a handler. I wasn’t allowed that access. I was a fan, and we stayed behind the wall and holy crap WHATTHESHITAMIDOINGWHYDIDISAYYES?

I was so fucking scared. 😅

That lasted about ten minutes.

There are so many words I could use to describe him. Talented. Kind. Compassionate. Brilliant. Humble. Gracious. Listening to him talk, talking to him and knowing he was listening to me, is my most precious fandom memory, and it will most likely remain so.

When I told him what I do for a living, he called me a “hero,” said I “save people” when they’re at their lowest, and he wished he could do that. When I told him he did, he didn’t believe me. He called me a “beautiful young lady,” and believe me, I am neither.

When they asked me if I wanted to do a photo op with the Stargate actors, for the first time ever, I said yes willingly. I don’t do photo ops. Even if I do, I either give them to my friends or I rip them in half and only keep the part that isn’t me. But that day, I did it because of him, because I knew he’d be in it, and that would make me strong enough to do it. And he was in that picture. He was right next to me, with his arm around me, and it felt so much more real and genuine than any other op I’ve ever done. It’s the only photo op I’ve ever framed and hung on my wall.

I watched and listened to him talk to a lot of people that day, and he did the same with all of them that he did for me. There was one girl who walked up, and she’d been lurking around the back of the room for a while, and when she came up, she was shaking so hard. Her voice was wobbly. She was so scared. And I remembered being her, and being that scared, because, honestly, I’m always scared at cons. Fucking terrified. And she was me, and she was standing there, and he talked to her. For close to fifteen minutes. And, yes, I was supposed to shoo them away after two or three, and I knew that, but I couldn’t. Because he wouldn’t have wanted me to. And with every word he said to her, she stood a bit straighter, and she stopped shaking, and her voice got stronger. And when she walked away, the smile on her face was real and beautiful and enormous.

I looked at him, and I said, “You know you just made her entire year, right?”

And he said, “No. She just made mine.”

And now I’m crying. Get it together, bri.

Anyway, yeah. This is an enormous loss, not only for the Stargate fandom, cast, crew and community, but for this world. But for me, in a way the passing of a celebrity has never been. Because he told me I was beautiful, and he knew my name, and he talked to me.

Rest in peace, you beautiful young man. I’ll miss you.

I just want to run my fingers through his hair and play with the strands right now 🥰🥺

Pedro Pascal for Santos de Cartier watches (4/5)

Thinking-

about a Pacific Rim AU where Simon and Johnny are in love and together, but not drift compatible. They’re both right side pilots, stronger and more dominant over their left side counterparts, and in a Jaeger, they just don’t work.

It’s all well and good, until Simon’s co-pilot of almost five years is killed. All that work, all that time… wasted.

Simon could kill him himself, if some poor sod didn’t already do the job.

Their captain starts the process of finding a replacement, cranking through cadets in an attempt to find a very specific person, a very specific brain capable of completing a neural bridge with Simon, until they finally stumble upon you.

Johnny is thrilled. He reads your file, pours over your record, drinks up every detail available, all before ever laying eyes on you. He finds your social media, your hometown paper, education record, service record, the works. You’re a shiny, smart, capable yang to Simon’s yin. You’ll be perfect.

A perfect match, he thinks. Thank fucking Christ.

But…

Simon instantly dislikes you. You’re too bright, sunshine abrasive in the dark of his life. He’s dismissive and stand offish, irritated by the fact command did not allow him and Johnny to even try drifting again, instead choosing to place him with a complete stranger shipped to his doorstep from halfway around the world. He doesn’t want you crawling around in his brain. He doesn’t want his memories to become yours, and vice versa. He doesn’t want you in his- their life. He wants you to fuck off.

It beats you down. You weren’t sure what to expect, but it wasn’t this. A co-pilot who can’t even look at you? Who dismisses you at every turn? It’s awful. You had heard stories about the Ghost, sure… but didn’t expect him to be so resistant to a new partner.

It’s so awful, you get pissed drunk one night. End up in a dark dive bar, licking your wounds and moaning to yourself about how all your training, all your work, is going to be for nothing. You’re going to fail. You’ll never pilot a Jaeger, because your co-pilot is too resistant, too controlling, won’t even try. It sucks.

So, okay. You have a little pity party. You try to drown your sorrows, and the guy next to you is very, very sympathetic. He listens to you cry about it, empathizes with your struggle and tries to commiserate with you.

It helps, of course, that he’s gorgeous. Blue eyes, golden like a god, long strands of mohawk perfectly framing his sheer bone structure.

“Dinnae worry, hen. ‘M sure he’ll come around. He’s just got to get to know ye s’more.” He coos, pressing a blazing hot thigh against yours with a wink. You lean a little bit into him, let him trace his fingertips down your spine, across your neck.

You’re so distracted, you don’t know the mass of a man wearing a mask, sitting in the shadows. Watching.

Purge trooper cody and Obiwan for @thelastbattlecry so this is entirely his fault

this is how I will be imagining ghost from now on 🫡

creds to @ chatskaja on Twitter

*person in the back somewhere during the fade to black before the credits roll* "Now cue the Hero's Villain origin story!"

more action movies should have a subplot where the hero is just trying to sit down and finish the last chapter of a book

I'm just too curious

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LISTEN, I WILL DIE ON THE HILL OF STANNING MACE WINDU AS AN AMAZING JEDI. I love that each Jedi is amazing for themselves, that each one is the best Jedi they can be, that being a True Jedi is about what that means for them themselves, but if you asked me to point to a Jedi that embodies so much of their philosophy and compassion and all the best of them?  Mace Windu is on that list in a heartbeat. Mace was a stern-face person, yes, but he cared very deeply about the Jedi Order and about the people around him.

Look at his face, as he’s worried about Yoda!  THAT IS SOMEONE WHO CARES DEEPLY. He also cared about standing up for the last Zillo beast in existence, even when he knew that there wasn’t much chance he could do anything.

He also cared about protecting and saving the clones around him.

He also cared about Anakin–he defends him to Obi-Wan in the Attack of the Clones deleted scenes, telling Obi-Wan to trust him.  He banters with Anakin while overseeing the cadets in The Clone Wars.  He believes Anakin immediately in Revenge of the Sith, even after Anakin accepted Palpatine’s nepotism.  He tells Anakin to stay back when they go to arrest Palpatine because he’s protecting Anakin. Even when Anakin was being kind of a shit when he wasn’t granted the unearned rank of Master (and had just accepted Palpatine putting him onto the Council, rather than earning it himself), Mace is never more than mildly stern with him at most.  Frankly, Anakin deserved a lot more than someone being mildly stern at him (he may not have asked for Palpatine to put him on the Council, but he accepted it and then was upset when he wasn’t granted the rank of Master, yeah, no shit Mace told him to take a seat). He cared about Prosset Dibs, who tried to murder him because he was falling to the dark side, and Mace turned around and said Prosset was as much a victim of this war as anyone, that he shouldn’t be faulted for it, that it was their duty to bring him back to the light.  They sent him to work in the Archives, where he was presumably free to continue to make his own choices.

He advocated for leniency and rehabilitation for Boba Fett, rather than having him sent to prison as a child, even though he was ignored. He struggled with the Jedi being drafted into the war, because they weren’t meant to be soldiers in this way, but the Republic seemed to need them, people were going to die if the Jedi didn’t step up to help, and yet Mace still clearly struggled with this decision because there were no easy answers and he cared deeply.

THAT IS NOT THE FACE OF SOMEONE WHO DOESN’T CARE. Mace also has his softer moments, look at his gentle warmth with the young Twi’lek girl from Star Wars Adventures:

He had a fun side–he was a theater actor and I would have paid CASH MONEY to see that!

He and Yoda had an absolute JOY of a friendship–that conversation they have about what Queen Julia sees in Jar Jar just reeks of two old friends who have spent decades ribbing each other. Or look at the gif above where Mace is deeply worried about Yoda! Or  ANY TIME THEY SIDE EYE EACH OTHER. THEY ARE SO MUCH FUN.

Mace was also incredibly patient with Jar Jar–yes, he expressed some frustration at times (but literally everyone does with Jar Jar, from Qui-Gon to Obi-Wan to Padme to Bail, he takes time to grow on you), but he warmed up quickly to Jar Jar and was so gently warm with him by the end, when Jar Jar says they make a great team, the respect and affection in Mace’s voice when he says, “Indeed.” is plain to hear. And that’s not to say Mace was perfect, he absolutely had to struggle to get to where he is, and that’s one of the reasons I admire his character so much. He wasn’t born with his cool and calm demeanor, he had fire and anger inside of him–

Because he cared–he was angry at what was happening on Mathas, to its people, the way they were being scammed by a conman pretending to be a Jedi, he was angry about the misuse of the name of the Jedi, and that was something he genuinely had to work on. Cyslin Myr says, “A fire burns inside you, Padawan.  That, in itself, is not inherently wrong.  It is my job to help you temper it.  This is why I chose you to accompany me on missions.”

Because Mace’s heart hangs heavy to see the suffering of these people, he’s angry that they’re hurting this way, and he has to temper those feelings. Mace Windu is not an angry man, not because he is unfamiliar with anger, but because he has faced himself and strengthened himself and tempered himself, through his faith, through his religion, through his culture, through his connections to others, through his self-reflection, through his Jedi beliefs. Mace is a character whom I love dearly because he’s so much of what I admire about how he’s defined himself, how much he cares about those around him, how he continued to offer compassion even when he knew it was futile, whether it was fighting for the Zillo beast or Boba or offering battle droids a better path, Mace Windu believed in the ideals of the Jedi Order and was true to his faith. MACE WINDU WAS AN INCREDIBLE JEDI AND AN INCREDIBLE PERSON. AND ALSO THE CUTEST BB YOU HAVE EVER SEEN OH MY GOD:

Omg the feels y’all

misha should get the trench coat. whether it’s the old one from season four, or the one now. whether it’s all of them. the last day on set, when they say “and that’s a wrap for misha collins!” the exact moment it is said: the trench coats belong to him, the blue ties a part of it all as well. he can take them home and put them in shadow boxes like they do at fancy restaurants. or, he can tuck them away in the back of his closet only to take out when he’s feeling nostalgic. either way, they’re his. he can do with them what he wishes.

jared, jared gets the demon blade. the knife isn’t only memories of seasons past, with fights and fake blood, but it also ties him to remembrance of when he met genevieve. when she came on as ruby, black eyes glistening. now she wears his ring on her finger and supernatural is where it all began. and that knife was there from the start of the long journey of jared’s changed life. from the weird drinking demon blood thing-using the blade to cut her skin-to now, where jared and genevieve raise their three children together. i imagine that jared would probably frame it-hang it on the wall of a room where it would most be seen. where guests would come and see it, and start up conversations.

and then jensen. jensen will drive home in a heavily loved 1967 chevy impala. the amulet that he wore in the beginning of the show will be hanging on the rear view mirror. jensen obtaining the car was something they all expected, but how often he drove it was something everyone was curious about. baby will be well taken for. he’d take her out only on warm saturday afternoons, but not too often. the sound of her engine turning over stirs up something in his chest that is painful and bittersweet. the smell of her leather seats bring up too many memories of when he used to smell it everyday, sitting in that car-jared shotgun. but baby will be well taken for. he rotates her tires probably too often, and checks the oil to make sure she’s aging well. and she will. like a fine wine, baby will become more and more beautiful each day a new car hits the road. jj, zepp, and arrow-they’ll grow up loving her just like sam and dean did. they’ll find solitude within her seats, and home when jensen sits behind the wheel. it’s a gift that jensen will share. sometimes when jared and misha come to visit, they’ll all just walk out to the garage where she sits. if not to take a ride, at least to take a glance at her. If cars could run on love, baby would be set for a lifetime.