apparently someone on reddit got an early copy of radio times and posted their episode guide for the whole of series 10:
oh gosh
Ahmed also revealed some pieces of Bodhi Rook’s history that never made it onscreen. “Bodhi grew up on Jedha. It’s been a troubled planet for a long time. It’s occupied by Imperial forces, and I was thinking, ‘What makes you want to be a cargo pilot and just fly long distances for the Empire?’ I always imagined he was supporting maybe a single mother.”
In his mind, Bodhi was the only child from a poor family who agreed to work with the Empire because his mother was sick and had no one else to support her. “He’s taking a job, which a lot of people wouldn’t take. They’d think he was a collaborator with the evil forces,” Ahmed says. “He’s in a position of necessity rather than privilege, and I also think the desire to kind of fly and escape is a strong one. He’s someone who’s always kind of dreamed of escaping and leaving his home world behind, which also speaks to his ability to turn away from the political reality of Jedha.”
Then something happens that changes his mind and makes him turn against the Empire and try to help the Rebellion.
“In my mind, I think he would have lost his mother not too long ago, before we meet him, and that, in a weird way, makes him reassess,” Ahmed says. “It liberates him more. What he’s doing with his life, given that we’re only here for a short period of time?”
With his mother gone, there would be no one left in his life for the Empire to punish for his resistance.
Bodhi Rook went from the man who wasn’t there to the man with nothing to lose.
Baze squeezed his trigger, held it and let his generator scream and his weapon writhe and buck. He alternated swift bursts and raging, aimless streams with precision killings. He advanced on the men and women who had taken his past, his home, his friend, his hope, his faith; but he did not stray far from Chirrut.
He had nowhere to go. He would not leave Chirrut now.
les amis as people ive served at work
inspired by @grantairelibere !!
joly: used their inhaler during the transaction but refused any help, informed me they dont need a bag because they dont use plastic
combeferre: spent half an hour discussing dozens of classic novels with me, seemed entirely unaware of his own astronomic attractiveness. shook my hand before leaving. instead of exchanging numbers, we gave each other reading lists. (please come back)
jehan: asked to see our books on greek mythology. wanted to see the ‘gory stuff for my song lyrics’
courfeyrac: came in with his friend after spending the day shopping, told me they’d intended to see the hadron collider but kept getting distracted. told me jokes while i restocked the shelves, because they didnt actually want to buy anything, they were just waiting for their friend who had accidentally (????) gotten on a bus after lunch
bousset: the friend that accidentally got on the bus
bahorel: the 6′2 individual who scowled at me until i asked if he needed help- he asked me to help find bob the cat’s biography and thanked me very enthusiastically when i did
enjolras: didnt say a word to me as he purchased the communist manifesto. just steady eye contact, and didnt even respond when asked if he was a loyalty card holder or if he wanted a bag. im not sure what he was trying to communicate but it was effective
grantaire: stayed in our tiny arts section for two hours, sitting cross legged on the floor, reading as much as he could
marius: came in with his (apparently long suffering) girlfriend and asked me to find a 10+ year old book about a child in ancient egypt without parents, that he couldnt even remember the name of. apologised for being difficult often, and ended up buying the percy jackson books
feuilly: asked me for help so their anxious friend wouldnt have toBONUS
montparnasse: came in in a perfectly tailored blacker-than-black suit, hair dyed half blond half brown and in a pony tail and bought his partner a biography about an obscure foreign model
valjean: managed to look fond and loving even while dragging his (previously lost) daughter away from the YA section
every time I go see a movie in theatres the audience claps for a good thirty seconds when the movie ends but nope after Logan NOTHING happened everyone just sat there in stunned silence fucking johnny cash starts singing in all his glory and the guy next to me whispers to his wife “I want to fucking die babe”
I don’t know if you’ve noticed this but, despite all that stuff about being the Guardians of Peace, the Jedi sure love war. Not as an institution, mind you, but the individual members love fighting. Seriously, look at how jazzed they all are in the Clone Wars. Oh, some of them find it super traumatizing (looking at you, Barriss), but most of them are grinning like loons as they run around stabbing things. And it’s not just Anakin…and Ahsoka…and Obi-Wan. Kit Fisto’s having a blast in the Water Wars arc. Master Mundi is super excited to be using flamethrowers during “Landing at Point Rain.” Even wee Caleb Dume is having the time of his life hanging out with his new army buds and wrecking shit.
So, I wondered, why do Jedi love violence so damn much, and then it occurred to me. It’s the only time they’re allowed to express their anger, fear, etc. They’ve spent their whole lives bottling it up and now they can just let it lose. Not enough to go Dark Side, obviously, but just enough to get out some of the excess aggression. Just take the edge off, as it were.
