Luminous beings we are, not this crude matter

mon mothma getting wasted and dancing to space pop music because one of her oldest friends is about to get assassinated and she feels guilty while her cousin sits and mopes because she just saw her situationship for the first time in ages and it was only because she's here to carry out said assassination. andor is AWESOME.

It would be kind of funny if Krennic is completely bluffing about having spoken with the Emperor and is just banking on the fact that none of these people have ever or will ever speak to the Emperor either. Gaslight gatekeep girlboss grifter of the galaxy.

I don't have the words to talk about it intelligently right now, but something about the peppy hyperpop music playing over top shots of Brasso's body and Bix grieving and Cassian staring blankly into the camera and Mon dancing manically all throughout is a very good illustration about desensitization to tragedy - people are suffering and dying and the world's going to shit, but hey, a new nostalgic beat just dropped so let's bop until nothing feels real anymore.

After so many pilots in star wars saying "i can fly anything" it's so refreshing to see cassian andor be just. absolutely incapable of figuring out the controls of a ship

Rex: You have disappointed me, Fives Fives: Your approval means nothing to me Fives, as soon as Rex leave the room: *poorly muffled sobbing*

sometimes a family is a newly adult space wizard, the fourteen year old he’s been tasked with teaching/raising, his own older brother figure who taught/raised him, a senator/fashion-icon, a bunch of genetically engineered soldiers who all deserve happiness and better lives, a fussy protocol droid, and a sassy blue astromech, and I think that’s beautiful