yes, CT I think is a quiet person and an introvert who doesnt know how to talk to people about stuff and heavily internalizes her feelings and doubts and ultimately doesn’t trust a single damn person but herself… but then she’s also got a fucking mouth on her and it shoots off sometimes and she’s not really sorry

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I shouldn’t be listening to Ke$ha while writing CT stuff. Honestly. what the fuck

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I don’t get the joke but it is still hilarious because you are such an excellent writer. Also I feel like North must have a rather high rank.

CT is here to drink cocoa and make fun of york and her cocoa is a bit too hot to drink so…

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aperturemurder:

I’ve watched this vine like 50 times now,

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Agent Connecticut asks some very basic questions and no one fucking knows where Washington is.

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They’re off duty at last and Agent Connecticut is making herself a mug of hot chocolate in the galley: hot water, two packets with mini-marshmallows, cut with cold milk to bring it down to drinking temperature. The rec room is crowded with out-of-armor Freelancers in various stages of flop and fucking off – Carolina spooling the end of her ponytail while working on a report for the Counselor, eyes gazed into a middle distance because York has her left foot and is working it between his hands like there’s kinks in it. He does this while saying, loudly, for the four millionth time:
 “Does anyone fucking know where Washington is? Anyone?” He throws a look around the rec room. “Why is he always gone when it’s time to do the after-action report? In fact, why is he always gone whenever the Director gets his pants in a wad and chews us all out for something? Seriously. I looked for him for an hour. I asked fucking FILSS where he is and fucking FILSS doesn’t know where he is. Did someone space the rookie?” He stares across the room at the other couch. “Hey, hey, you know where Wash is?”
Maine – who is never out of armor, but is currently – senses that York is yelling at him specifically, because ‘Wash & Maine’ is a singular unit and therefore if Wash is not here, Maine must psychically divine where the motherfucker is. But because it’s York asking (and because Maine probably isn’t Wash-psychic, despite evidence to the contrary) he makes precisely no move from his position taking up literally an entire couch to himself. He just curls a lip at York, like a peeved bulldog, then goes back to loafing quietly with the hood of his sweatshirt pulled over his eyes. 
“Thanks, Maine, you’re a fucking pal.”
Maine doesn’t flip York off, but it’s a close thing. 
Connecticut shuffled into the rec room and stands there in the middle of the room kind of, palming her mug of chocolate like it might jump away from her if she doesn’t use two hands. The warm bleed of heat into her fingers is relaxing, almost enough to distract from how goddamn sore she is from running her mods so long this last mission. She squints at Wyoming and Florida who are in the middle of a tense match of checkers, but with random pieces of shit they found to be checkers because South wrecked the checker board a week ago and they lost half the checkers. 
South is snoring in an arm chair. North is reading on the floor by the foot of her arm chair. 
“He’s a lance corporal,” says Connecticut. “Of course he’s not going to be here.”
Everyone, note, everyone looks up and stares at her. 
North speaks up first, a kind of amused drawl in his question. “How do you know what Washington’s rank was?”
“Because, North, if shit comes down the chain, you know who’s not going to be there? The lance. Lance corporals always knows when the shit is coming. It’s like when cats and dogs sense earthquakes, except lance corporals. Also, Washington is the literal worst at keeping secrets. Honestly. He knows everything and can’t keep it to himself. Do you guys just not ask him questions or something?”
“Uh, not about stuff we’re not supposed to know about,” says York. Carolina kicks him slightly for pausing in the foot massage so he continues while rotating his thumbs into the ball of her foot. “And I call bullshit. Wash is stupid. He’s not that fucking stupid. He didn’t tell you his rank. You’re guessing.”
“Whatever, Martin.”
“That’s not my name.”
“Whatever, Aragorn.”
“What does that… even…?” 
Connie slurps her hot chocolate and North snickers. Maine is grinning under his hood; she can see it from where she’s standing and that alone has won her the evening, sore shoulders or not. She digs two tablets of pain killer out of her pocket and scrapes at the foil on the back with her nail. 
“Any of you think it’s weird?”
“Oh no, it’s Connie Question Time.” 
Connie ignores York and pops the pills. “Seriously, does anyone else think it’s weird that we don’t have any other rank than Freelancer?” York and North exchange looks. South is no longer snoring so Connie knows she’s awake but pretending she’s not. Carolina chews a bit harder on the end of her tablet pen. “York, c’mon, what rank were you?”
“That’s classified,” he says like he’s been wanting to say that since he was twelve. Then, “No, really. It is, that’s the fucking point I’m making here. We’re not supposed to know that stuff about each other.”
“Bullshit,” says Connie. “Bullshit because the Twins.” South quickly cracks an eye open at being mentioned and North assumes his best patient older brother look that is, actually, more condescending than he probably imagines it. Connie sniffs. “North and South know each other’s rank. That’s clearly not an issue. Maine and Wash know. I know Florida’s. York, you probably know Carolina’s. So it’s clearly not a secret and yet we officially don’t have different rank, despite the fact that chain of command is, you know, kind of been there since the minute we all joined the UNSC. Seriously, how to I even address you? Who’s in charge here? Can I tell you to fuck off, Agent York? What’s your rank? I have no idea, so fuck you. That’s your rank.”
South snorts, ruining her façade of sleep. 
 “Since you’re so excited to tell me to fuck off, I guess you weren’t very high in rank.”
“Maybe, but you can’t be sure, can you, Jasper?”
“Will you –?” York realizes he’s rising to the bait and doesn’t. “Carolina is in command.”
“Carolina is in command because she’s top of a scoreboard and sticks there consistently. What would happen if you were top of the leaderboard? You comfy leading the squad because the scoreboard says so?”
“I… well, the Director would tell us who’s in charge.”
“Uh-huh, Carolina if you get shot in field, who’s in charge?”
“North, because he’s the only other one on the team with command experience,” says Carolina immediately. Then, when everyone is staring at her she says, not looking up from her board, “Connie is right. It’s an irregular command structure.” She looks up, finally, eyes swinging up to look Connecticut in the eye. “But the Director does have logic behind what he’s doing; we do have access to each other’s qualifications and specialties. Whatever our rank was isn’t important here because we’ve been recruited to fulfill a role on the team. I get what you’re saying, Connecticut, but the leaderboard is not our chain of command.”
“You sure? You’ve never not been at the top of it. What would happen if you weren’t?”
“Like I said, the next qualified person would get command. It’s strange, but we’re not a regular outfit. I think we’re capable of making the right calls regardless of whether we all know exactly what rank we may have been before.” She shrugs. “It’s an equalizer.”
“Okay, then why the scoreboard?”
Carolina cocks her head and her right eyebrow. “Connie,” she says, finally, in that tone she does when she is, in fact, no longer tolerating bullshit. Then, in a lighter tone, “Shut up and drink your hot chocolate.”
“Yes, ma’am. Note, I didn’t tell her to fuck off because she’s the only one with a clearly defined rank and it is higher than mine. See how that works?”
“I’m going to order Maine to sit on you.”
Maine, who has fallen asleep during the course of the conversation, doesn’t answer. 
“You can tell Maine has never been in command because he just listens to our shitty ideas, goes along with it, then actually fixes the problem retroactively.”
“Connie.”
That’s the exact moment Washington skates back into the rec room with a snickers bar between his teeth. “Hey guys.” He kicks the board into his hand and grins. “What’s up? After action report done?” Carolina, who is shutting down her tablet because she must be done, stares at him. “Cool. Need me to do anything?”
Connie turns to him. “Wash, lance corporals say what.”
He blinks. “What?”
Connie takes her hot chocolate with her back to her room while York throws a cushion at Washington. 
 

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Okay time to write about CT

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Anonymous asked: I agree with everyone else, you'd be the god of storytelling. But for different reasons. The stories you inspire would be made to right wrongs. They would bridge gaps, and make the ignorant understand. You're a god of storytelling in the sense that you can create stories that change people. You're a god of change, of growth, and stories always inspire change, one way or another. Stories grow, and from their grow come more stories that touch more than that first story ever could.

I can dig it

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I remember being so impressed by CT’s plot the first time I watched, just on a sort of broad narrative level. The details are absolute crap, but it’s a really wonderful concept.

Dude, like I rag on season 9 and 10 narratively but CT’s sub-plot was like… just what it needed? Like the stakes never seemed higher than when CT was doing something. She was very much a plot device, but the plot she needed to carry also put her in a position to be this incredibly complicated character by pure circumstance. She’s a Freelancer who wants to bring down PFL and, from her final message, it seems it was not something she was doing entirely willingly. A conflicted traitor, not sure if what she’s doing is right.

Basically, I get if people dont like CT because she had bad dialogue and her motives are poorly articulated and the romance sub-plot like confused the issue A LOT, but I like the core of what CT is. I relate to her. 

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Anonymous asked: You'd be a god of storytelling. Not just written stories, in fact, you predate those. You were there in that cave when people first started sharing their days with each other. You were at that fire looking up at the stars and listening to what people believed them to be. You were there when records were drawn on walls, when the first scribe touched their stylus to page, when myths were spun and legends forged. You didn't make them, not a single one, but your essence brought them into being.

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Anonymous asked: why does everyone assume CT was in a relationship with shitty mohawk guy??? did i miss something?? was it stated somewhere? i mean I GUESS you could read some scenes as romantic. but im still just like ????? help

It was written pretty shittily but yeah thats kinda what canon is after I mean it was fucking cringe-worthy like “you promised we’d be together!” god, like shoot me, actually. nothing made CT’s arc less believable than Pill Guy romance sub-plot, even the bullshit about how everyone apparently knew she was passing messages to the Resistance… but didn’t do anything about it?

whatever. They knew someone was passing info but not who and they were all literally just like TALKING ABOUT THE MOLE in the fucking hallways like that’s not going to alert the mole to GTFO with everything.Like… *throws up hands*

It’s funny because CT’s arc, actually, is kinda great. One Freelancer trying to stop the Director and gets killed by her own team for it and is nebulously portrayed as a traitor right up until the end. Like… there’s holes but CT’s sub-plot was very important, actually. You can rip apart the characterization choices and bad plot logic, but the idea was still good. 

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There’s just so much to love in this film. For me, though, it really feels like the anti-Disney film. In the best possible way, I mean. Because where Frozen used parts of native cultures appropriatively, with no reference to the origin and meaning of those cultural symbols, Book of Life is completely steeped in its culture. It’s not a movie with some Mexican stuff thrown in for the sake of “political correctness” nor is it a film shamelessly ripping off indigenous culture. It’s a film by Mexicans for everyone about Mexican culture.
Heck, in the beginning few minutes of the movie the narrator actually says, “Now, as we all know, Mexico is the center of the world.” And she is neither kidding, nor being intentionally ironic. She’s just stating a fact. Mexico is the center of the world. And, yeah. This is a Mexican folktale, so Mexico in this story is the center of the world. That’s a given.
It pretty much highlights the difference between cultural appropriation and cultural sharing. Because this is a movie made for a predominantly non-Hispanic audience (hence why they’re always explaining everything), but it’s made with love. As a sort of, “Here’s what we love about our culture. You are free and welcome to love it too.” And I want more of that in the world. That’s a great thing. It’s not about us coming in and taking anyone’s culture, it’s about them deciding to share it. Who doesn’t want more of that?

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kissmywonderwoman:

There’s just so much to love in this film. For me, though, it really feels like the anti-Disney film. In the best possible way, I mean. Because where Frozen used parts of native cultures appropriatively, with no reference to the origin and meaning of those cultural symbols, Book of Life is completely steeped in its culture. It’s not a movie with some Mexican stuff thrown in for the sake of “political correctness” nor is it a film shamelessly ripping off indigenous culture. It’s a film by Mexicans for everyone about Mexican culture.

Heck, in the beginning few minutes of the movie the narrator actually says, “Now, as we all know, Mexico is the center of the world.” And she is neither kidding, nor being intentionally ironic. She’s just stating a fact. Mexico is the center of the world. And, yeah. This is a Mexican folktale, so Mexico in this story is the center of the world. That’s a given.

It pretty much highlights the difference between cultural appropriation and cultural sharing. Because this is a movie made for a predominantly non-Hispanic audience (hence why they’re always explaining everything), but it’s made with love. As a sort of, “Here’s what we love about our culture. You are free and welcome to love it too.” And I want more of that in the world. That’s a great thing. It’s not about us coming in and taking anyone’s culture, it’s about them deciding to share it. Who doesn’t want more of that?

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glorifiedmonster asked: Honestly, I think you'd be some god of writing and creativity. You didn't teach mankind to read or write, but examine what they were reading and writing to further understand it.

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