Tag: Star Wars: TFA

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Finn aka Big Deal

I loved Han calling him Big Deal…

The Han – Finn relationship in the Force Awakens is so underrated in my opinion.

I mean, from the beginning Han knows this kid is lying.  He may not know about the ex-Stormtrooper thing, but he knows he’s not Resistance.

And Han just doesn’t care.  He finds him amusing, he looks out for the kid, he never judges him for wanting to flee from the First Order.  Then there’s all of their interaction on the Starkiller planet.  It’s just so fun to watch.

People love saying that Han instadopted Rey, but he picked up two kids that day. 

Tbh, Han was probably just relieved when Finn had some sense, UNLIKE EVERYONE ELSE HE EVER MET.

#but seriously – the fact that Han sized him up in 0.5 seconds and tagged him#‘genuinely
good not a concern can probably help in a jam ignore anything he
actually says cause he’s running scared and kind of adorable#is one of my favorite ‘scoundrel’ abilities 🙂 (@redshoesnblueskies)

i forget where it was sourced – a DVD extra or one of the tie-ins or whatever – but according to SOMETHING … han knew the whole time. finn got a (nick)name and a mission and a new set of threads, but was still wearing his own boots. his black, sure, regulation stormtrooper armor boots. the kind that wouldn’t be immediately recognized by your average man on the sand, maybe – but this is han, here.

he knew.

payroo:

The holo was just one of many out of the stack Finn had taken from the Resistance records storeroom to supplement his thus far rather one-sided historical education, but his eyes were drawn as if by tractor beam to the tiny lettering printed on the side.

CT-7567 – that sounded like a stormtrooper designation. And below that – CC-2224. CT-5555.

Clone troopers. To hear the First Order tell it, they had been an ideal to strive towards and ultimately exceed, the perfect soldiers who had ushered in the Empire thanks to their absolute obedience and uniformity.

But when Finn booted up the holo, he saw the faces of individual men, and to his surprise, names. Rex. Cody. Fives. Echo. Tup. Kix. Jesse. The list ran on and on. He saw a dizzying range of tattoos, elaborate painted designs on armor, intricate patterns shaved into hair – even the tilt of one clone’s eyebrows set him apart from the furrow of his brother’s, a playful twist of the lips here against a harder line of determination there.

Finn didn’t know how many hours passed as he sat riveted by the holo-record. Despite the cruel circumstances of their creation, the clones had risen above being the emotionless tools they were intended as, had minds and hearts that refused to be reduced to mere organs. One had even come close to unmasking the vast conspiracy behind the rise of Palpatine. A pawn, rising against the chessmaster. And though the clone, no, the man (Fives, Finn burned the name deep into his memory) had ultimately failed, reading about how he defied everything he knew so he could fight for what was right set something to steel in Finn’s chest.

He raised his fingers to pass through the projection, as if he could absorb it into his very self like the tattoos that marked so many of the men. Finn would not let those names be forgotten.

steinbecks:

i love rey’s flowers and her doll and her helmet and her little sand sled and i love it when she licks her plate after eating her little meal of insta-bread and i love it when she puts the helmet on just for kicks and i love the way she sleds down the sand dune and i love the goggles she made out of a stormtrooper helmet and i love rey living in the iron carcass of an AT-AT and i love rey scrubbing her salvaged metal parts and glancing at the old, weathered woman across from her, wary of her own future, her hope wavering and then growing stronger still. i love her wistful, bouncy little leitmotif. i love rey