#RIP ALDERAAN

[bo-katan]

"Alderaan? Missed the war, did you?" [PTSD TRIGGERS FOR VIEWERS]

[sinswearslaughter]

We all love the taking-no-shit Leia and rebelious-unstoppable Leia, but where is learning curve Leia?

Not talking about a learning curve in being a leader or a politician - she was raised to do this, she is great at both. I'm talking Leia who just struggles with laundry. Leia who has no idea how to do certain every-day things, because she WAS a princess.

She tries her best to be self-sufficient, always has, but some things come out... wonky? Not wrong or sloppy, just different...

Perhaps she only knows embroidery sewing and can't really just slap two pieces of fabric together. Her clothes are usually quickly mended by her own hands but the patches always resemble traditional Alderaanian flower designs. When she tries to make her patches plain they just fall apart.

Her rations are always a little too watery, because the ones she could afford for herself as a princess were of better quality and absorbed fluids better. She struggles with adjusting the proportions.

She struggles with cooking. A lot. Good that Rebels have no resources to do it often.

Sometimes, halfway through doing an elaborate hair-do she realises that she needs at least 2 other people to finish it. She, physically, is unable to manage a festive hairstyle because it was taught to her with an expactation she'd always have someone helping her. She simplifies them, but they are not the same.

She is a teenager. Let's be real. Some of y'all are still not done figuring out laundry at 25 and you expect Leia, aged 19, who is a princess to be any better? Shame on you.

[allthebestscreennamesaregone63]

@xplore-the-unknwn yes, he was wearing carpet slippers while he blew up Alderaan! So its an art ref now.

there they are..the slippers

[varpusvaras]

fully inspired by this post by @rooksunday. Fox can never have a calm day, can he?

Cody is already in the process of ripping his hair out when Fox runs in.

Quite literally runs. It is for the mere laws of physics that he hadn't gone through the door, though Cody thinks that it had been really close to happening anyway with how fast Fox barges in.

"Cody!" Fox yells. Very loudly, even though he is already at Cody's desk, almost going through it too. He slams his hands on the edge of the desk to stop himself, and he almost careens over the desk with the sudden stop. He manages to stop before it, but is now bent halfway over the desk, and is right at Cody's face. "Cody!"

"I heard you the first time", Cody says, grimacing at the volume. "What is it?"

Perhaps he should be worried. Fox looks like he is going to explode at any second, with his eyes wide and his breathing erratic. His new, nice clothes are very ruffled, most likely from running, and his fancy new cape is only partially clasped. It is not a state Cody has ever seen Fox. His meticulous, top-of-his-class brother, who always had even the seams of clothes in place.

"How did this happen?" Fox asks. "How?"

Alright, he should be worried. Fox is never cryptid. Always blunt and to the point, sometimes even too much, the little prick.

"How did what happen?" Cody asks. He is up from his chair now, and making it to the other side of the desk. "Fox, breathe a little."

Fox does breathe. He takes in a deep gulp of air, and looks at Cody like Cody is the one asking stupid and cryptid questions.

"The marriage!" Fox yells. "How did it happen?"

Now Cody is even more confused and concerned. Is there something wrong? The new Chancellor had seemed so nice, and Fox had been friendly with him until now. Had it all been a ruse? Had Cody, while being overwhelmed with everything, managed to get his little brother married to some kind of monster, who had only now revealed his true colours?

No, that would not stand. Cody needs to know exactly what's going on, right now.

"Fox", Cody grabs him by the shoulders. "What is going on? Are you alright?"

Fox doesn't look hurt, thank the gods, but he is still out of breath and looking at Cody with his eyes blown huge. Then again, they had all been trained to be able to sustain various injuries, so Cody would have to make sure-

Fox blinks, and then laughs, borderline hysterically.

"Am I alright?" He asks. "Am I alright? No! No, I am not! And I need you to answer my question! How did this happen? How did this whole disaster even go through?"

Cody tries not to be frustrated at not getting any answers out of Fox. He breathes in deep himself. He needs to stay calm, since Fox, for the first time ever, is not.

"I'm sorry", he says. "For putting you through it. I never should've. I-"

Fox grabs him by the shoulders as well, almost knocking Cody's hands away.

"Shut the hell up", he is suddenly snarling. "I don't care, I just need to know who authorised it."

"I did." Cody is...more confused about what is going on, now. "I'm sorry."

"Stop apologising", Fox says. "Who else? Who else was approving with this?"

"The Chancellor and the Queen of Alderaan", Cody answers. The Chancellor, of course, Cody had done his negotiations with the man, but he had heard that the Queen had to authorise the whole marriage as well. It had sounded logical, as the Chancellor had been the former Senator of Alderaan, and thus still representing the whole system as well-

Fox starts laughing again. He lets go off Cody and puts his head in his hands, which makes the laughing sound more like he is crying.

"Fox", Cody shakes him a little. "Fox'ika. What's wrong?"

"The Queen of Alderaan authorised the marriage between me and the Chancellor", Fox mumbles against his hands.

"Yes?" Cody is seriously starting to feel like he has missed something big.

"The Queen of Alderaan", Fox repeats, "authorised my marriage with Chancellor Organa of Alderaan."

"Yes." Cody needs to go to his files and look through them again-

"Her Majesty", Fox says, "Queen Breha Organa of Alderaan, authorised me to marry her husband."

Cody stares.

Fox lifts his head from his hands a bit to look at Cody.

"I need a drink", he says.

Cody nods. He needs a drink too.

He lets Fox sit on the comfier chair and takes up the other one for himself, after he has fetched a nice bottle of some bright red liquour from his cabinet. A gift, for the new leader of the Vode.

The label tells him it's Alderaanian liquour.

Cody pours Fox a full glass, and then hides the bottle.

[vodika-vibes]

This Love

Summary: In the middle of the war, Dogma's girlfriend's family invites him to their family reunion. And it's just what Dogma needs to push his relationship with his cyare to the next level.

Pairing: Clone Trooper Dogma x F!Reader

Word Count: 1372

Warnings: None

A/N: I was feeling soft for Dogma, so you all get this.

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“Are you sure you’re okay?” Dogma’s gaze flickers from the ticket that he’s holding to the woman leaning against his arm. She’s looking up at him through worried eyes, and he can’t help the way his heart skips a beat when he sees her.

Force, I love her so much.

“I am, I promise.” Dogma smiles at her and lightly rubs the worry lines off her brow with his thumb, “You worry over much, mesh’la.”

“I think I have good reason to be worried,” She points out as she lays her head against his shoulder, “I know my grandparents kind of bullied you into this.”

“I’m about to spend a whole month on a tropical vacation with the most stunning woman I’ve ever met, and the whole thing is being paid for by other people.” Dogma lists dryly, “I couldn’t be better if I tried.”

She bumps him with her hip, “It’s not just a vacation, Dogma. You’re going to meet my whole family.”

He laughs and drapes his arm over her shoulder, tugging her properly against his side. “And you’ve met my brothers in the 501st. In fact, I’m pretty sure they spent hours grilling you on your “corrupting” influence before I was able to rescue you.” Ironic, really, seeing as they haven’t even kissed yet.

She squints at him, “Yeah. They did.”

“I am sorry about that. My brothers seem to think that me, and Tup, are still cadets.” Dogma apologizes, again.

“It’s because you’re so cute,” She reaches up and presses her hands against his cheeks, “But you’re certainly no cadet.”

“Thanks for the compliment. I guess,” He replies dryly.

She giggles and Dogma feels a swell of affection for her. He’d do anything for her, she just had to ask. He lightly presses his hands over hers and pulls them away from his face, so he’s able to thread his fingers with hers.

“I do have a question though.”

“Shoot.”

“If we’re taking a private ship to your family's personal planet,” She grins at him, most likely from the disbelieving way that he finished that statement, “Why do we need tickets?” Dogma finishes as he lifts the ticket.

“Security.” She replies cheerfully, “That ticket proves that we’re allowed on the ship. It’s biometrically linked to you.”

Dogma eyes the ticket again, “What, exactly, does the majority of your family do again?”

“Not important!” She tugs him towards the side gate that will bring them to her family’s private ship, “What’s important is that it’s a three-day trip to the island we’re staying on, and we’re the only ones traveling from Coruscant.”

“Wait, what about you’re parents?”

“Traveling from Alderaan.” She replies as she pulls him through the private gate, only pausing long enough to hand her ticket, and Dogma’s, to the massive security droid looming ominously over her.

As soon as the tickets are scanned, the droids back off and she leads him down a long hall, and stops in front of a window that looks out at a private hanger.

The ship might, very well, be the most expensive-looking ship he’s ever seen.

“Are you sure I’m allowed on that ship?” He asks dryly.

She laughs, “It’s just a ship, Dogma.” She turns her bright smile onto him, “People are more important than things to my family. Things can be replaced, but people can’t. Come on.”

“And your family won’t mind that you’re bringing a clone?”

“They’re happy that I’m happy,” She replies as she pushes a button, and the doors to the private hangar slide open. Dogma catches a glimpse of the many suitcases being loaded under the ship, half of which belong to him. “My older cousin is married to a Wookie.”

Dogma blinks and turns his gaze to her, “What?”

“Yeah. She’s very nice. Will rip off your arms if you look at her wife wrong.”

“...The cousin or the Wookie?” Dogma asks.

“Both!” She waves towards the droid that looks like he’s going over the flight plan, and then leads him up the ramp into the ship proper.

If Dogma thought the outside of the ship was fancy, it doesn’t compare to the inside. Honestly, if it wasn’t for the fact that he could hear the sound of the spaceport behind him, he’d think that he just stepped into a luxury hotel.

The floors are carpeted, the walls are covered in wallpaper and fine art, and there’s soft music playing from…somewhere.

“This is a ship?”

“Grandmother likes to travel in comfort.” She taps her chin thoughtfully, “Meals are whenever we want them, and the entire ship is crewed by droids. There are multiple bedrooms and a full sitting room that’s been stocked with the latest holomovies.”

“I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to this,” Dogma admits.

“I haven’t and I grew up with it.” She lightly squeezes his hand, “This way.” She leads him through the halls, again, and then stops as she reaches a hall lined with doors. She opens the first door and reveals a bedroom with a full king-sized bed and massive comforters. “All of the rooms look like this. So you can take your pick.”

Dogma’s gaze lingers on the bed for a moment, and then he flickers his gaze to her. “Where are you sleeping?”

She shrugs, “I haven’t decided yet.”

He hums thoughtfully and then lightly trails a finger up her arm, “I wouldn’t be opposed to sharing.”

His comment is rewarded with a shy smile and a blush, and Dogma quickly reevaluates his plan.

Originally, he had planned to, well, seduce her while they were in the tropics. But the knowledge that they’re alone on the ship changes things.

A lot.

“You want to share a bed with me?” She asks, looking up at him under lowered lashes.

Dogma laughs softly, “Has that ever been in doubt?” His hand comes up to gently caress her jaw, and then settles on the back of her neck, “The only reason I haven’t brought it up before now is a lack of privacy. For both of us.”

She turns to him and slides her arms around his waist, “I was beginning to worry that you weren’t that interested in me,” She admits and a crooked, almost sheepish, smile crosses her face. “I had a plan.”

“Oh?”

“I was going to seduce you when we got to the island.”

Dogma laughs, his head tilting forward to lightly bump against hers, “I had the same plan.” He admits, “But since we’re alone now—” He trails off. 

He doesn’t have to finish his sentence, as she surges up and catches his lips with hers. Dogma reacts immediately, his arms folding tightly around her to pull her as close as physically possible.

Kissing her is better than he ever imagined, and he imagined it a lot.

He tightens his hold around her, and takes a step backward, into the bedroom behind him. She lets him. More than lets him, she eagerly allows him to direct her towards the bed.

And she giggles as she topples onto the bed, looking up at him with an adoring smile. “Dogma,” His name is a sigh on her lips, “I love you, you know that?”

Dogma grins at her, feeling lighter than he has since the day the war started, “Yeah, cyare. I knew.” He settles onto the bed next to her, reaching out to smooth his hand against her cheek, “I love you too.”

She tugs him down into a kiss, and then shifts so his forehead is pressed against hers, “So,” She murmurs, “Do you think I’ll actually deserve the accusations of corrupting you after this?”

Dogma laughs, “Maybe I’ll corrupt you.” He teases.

“Mm, I look forward to finding out.”

With that, Dogma settles on the bed next to her, and curls his arms around her, lightly burying his face in her neck. “Cyare?”

“Hm?”

“How’d you convince the GAR to give me a month's vacation.”

She just hums and lightly runs her fingers over his hair, “Don’t you worry about that. You’ll understand when you meet my family. For now, Dogma, let’s just watch a holo and cuddle.”

“Whatever you like, cyare.” He mumbles, his voice muffled by her neck.

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[oh-three]

Skeleton Crew S1E3:

That droid really just came up to them and said, "Yeah, you're never gonna see your kids again." Damn.

Jod just pulled an Obi-Wan.

"Without a ship, what use was freeing myself from the cell?" I mean, fair enough. But like. He could have totally stolen one if he wanted to.

Love how Jod's giving them a lesson on blending in. It was obviously him teaching them so they don't hinder him, but he disguised that well.

LMAO. Jod trying to say that their ship couldn't smell as bad as this one ship, and it's the same fucking ship. 🤣

YOU ARE NOT LEAVING SM-33.

Jod may be Force-sensitive, but my man is definitely not a Jedi.

JOD IS SILVO. I KNEW IT.

He's…actually unfamiliar with SM-33. Wow. Also, rip random battle droid.

HOW DID THE RAT GET BACK???????

"Brutus let you out, did he?" No. No, he did not.

dramatic cut to Silvo and SM-33 escaping

I actually don't know which is his real name. Huh.

Omg, I heard an AOTC sound effect.

Anyway, love the familiar bits of music from the movies scattered in with the new stuff.

Holy shit, that fuel line did some damage.

SM-33 and Silvo are not getting along well.

Also, SM-33 seems like he might be up to something as well.

Hammocks :D

"Not everything in the galaxy can be calculated." Well, he's not wrong.

That moon looks…like the moon.

Silvo trying to explain betrayal and just going, "Ugh, you'll understand when you're old" is the funniest thing ever.

Well, he's right not to trust his "friend."

"Crimson Jack." How many alias does this guy have? I mean, obviously this person knows that's not his name, but that's not the point.

OMG, SHE'S AN OWL.

Narnia. Kh'ymm looks like she's out of Narnia.

Rip, they don't even know about Alderaan. That's awkward.

Kh'ymm is kind of terrifying actually. Adorable, but terrifying.

"Is the Jedi giving you trouble?" Yeah, he really had him clocked fro the moment they met.

Well, at least he admitted it.

SM-33 with the blowtorch haha.

He really called New Republic x-wings goons and they believed him 🤣

Yeahhhh, he knows that ship. If he didn't, he wouldn't know where the gun compartments were.

"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me." Awesome line to end on though.

[anomalous-fox]

I have long felt that Rebels would've carried more weight had the writers simply replaced Lothal with Alderaan. After all, the entirety of Lothal's visual language is ripped from Alderaan. The killik mounds, the style of architecture, its all just Alderaan with the serial numbers filed off. You needn't have changed much in terms of the plot either, just have some mention of the Organa family. It would've dovetailed into A New Hope far better by giving Alderaan's destruction a much more personal context, having spent season after season with it, growing to care for its people and culture.

[willowcrowned]

Luke, leia, incomprehension and incompatibility

[send me a prompt!]

"He needs to die," Leia says. She can see the black carcass of him in the distance, on the outskirts of the Ewok village—a smoking ruin that just keeps living and living and living.

Luke looks at her, too noble and too sad. "He's our father."

(Luke's her dream knight, Leia thinks. Exactly the boy she'd imagined when she was seven, eight, nine—there to whisk her away from Alderaan on adventures. Full of good, and justice, with big blue eyes like the desert sky.

Leia hasn't been on Alderaan in a long, long time.)

She doesn't say anything back—not about fathers, not when she had one, when he was perfect, and terrible, and she loved him so much it hurt and he loved her back just as much.

"He's a war criminal," she says instead. She doesn't look at Luke, focuses on the skyline instead, where the smoke of the fires rises into the trees. "Or he will be, anyways, when we can get a real tribunal together. If we don't execute him, we set a precedent."

Luke puts one hand over hers. She looks down. Her knuckles are white from gripping the rope railing.

"That's not why you think he should die." Luke's voice is soft, barely louder than the breeze stirring around them. Her head echoes with it, too loud to escape.

"No," she says, because she refuses to be a coward. The word falls out of her mouth like steel. "No, it's not."

She can feel her shoulders collapsing inwards, her chest folding in on itself like a dying star. I want my dad back, she thinks. I want my dad.

She can feel Luke's chest against her shoulder, then. His arms around her.

"It won't bring him back." Luke's voice isn't even a whisper anymore. It's just in her head, like a gong. A bell tolling a death march.

"I know," she snarls, ripping herself out of his arms—and that's out loud, that's tearing into the air around her and burning tear tracks down her cheeks.

Leia stares at the ground far below her, hovering above it for one long moment, balanced against the rope. Then she pulls back, turning her back to the blackness of the forest floor.

Luke is crying. She's never seen him cry before.

It's silent, with large rolling tears as big as dewdrops in Iridonian pitcher-plants. In the moonlight, they shine clear, then fall off his face into the void below.

"He's my father," Luke doesn't say at all. In her head, his voice is clear, steady. And afraid. "Please," he says. "He's my father."

Leia presses her lips together, digging her nails into her palm so hard that she can feel bloody crescent-moons forming.

Go, she says. The night is silent around them. The word rings clear between them. They are the only ones that hear it. Take him, and go.

[mydnyteraven]

7 years! what??

Leia post in honor of Carrie Fisher’s passing which was 7 years ago today.

[alcida-auka]

It's MOTHER'S DAY WEEKEND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Happy Mother's Day to some of the greatest mothers in Star Wars, and also RIP to you all.

From top to bottom, left to right, all in chronological order:

Shmi Skywalker, you loved your son and believed giving him up to Qui-gon Jinn was the best thing for him. You lived a hard life as a slave, glad you got to have some happiness being married to Cliegg. Probably would have been better if you got to live on Coruscant with Anakin, but you know, Jedi rules and all that.

Padme Naberrie Amidala. This one is hard because you didn't get to raise your children. But it's clear you loved them, and would have been a great mother. Leia and Luke both took after you in different ways, and you were right about Anakin all along--there was still good in him.

Nala Se. People may hate you for being a complex person who's done some things. But's what actually makes you interesting. But you get on this list because you lied, committed sabotage, sat silently in prison for about a year, and finally destroyed all your research and sacrificed your life so your daughter could have freedom with her brothers.

Breha Organa. A dedicated Queen of Alderaan, beloved by her people. Brave, and empathetic, and a good ear to her daughter Leia's concerns. You served your people as a leader should, and fought against the Empire, which took your life.

Princess Leia. The GOAT. Amazing general, Rebel fighter. Like Nala Se, not always a mother that made the best decisions for her son, but they were not done out of malice but misunderstanding, and of course Palpatine getting into your son's head. Another complex mother that made the best decisions she could with what knowledge she had. You died for love of your son, Ben Solo, that he would understood he was in fact loved, and could return to the Light.

Miramir. A mother we know little about prior to her life on planet Hyperkarn, but we know Rey got her knack of fixing things from her. You did your best to save Rey from Ochi of Bestoon. Like a lot of mothers on here, you had limited options and knowledge, and had to make do, even if it led to your daughter have a crappy early life, that was kinda on Sheev and Ochi.

Anyways, Happy Mother's Day to the Dead Mothers of Star Wars. This probably isn't even all of them.

[ave09]

i know

han solo x reader

note: this one has to be my favorite. i rewatched esb today which is what inspired this

also, han looks so pretty in this gif like wtf

“whatcha thinkin’ about, sweetheart?” 

you felt his arms around your waist, hugging you to him. “just thinking, nothing important.” you replied softly. “everything you think is important.”

you scoffed, feeling han rest his chin atop your head. “so, what are you thinking about?” he asked again. 

“well now i’m thinking about you.”

“i’m flattered.” 

you smiled, “i’m thinking about you, and how things are going to be once this is over.” “what do you mean?” 

“you said you had to go back to tatooine, to pay jabba. am i suppose to go back with leia and leave you? so much has happened so quickly han, it’s overwhelming.” 

your life seemed to be a blur now. one minute you are in alderaan with leia, and the next, you were in hoth falling in love with the scoundrel that was han solo, and now you were here in cloud city, awaiting luke’s return and spending as much time as you could with the man you loved.

“you could always come with me to tatooine.” you wrinkled your nose, “i’m not the biggest fan of sand.” “well i’m not staying there permanently. i’ve just gotta pay off jabba, once i do that, i’m free to go wherever i want. you could come with me.”

it sounded nice. exploring the galaxy with him. you’d give anything to live that life. but then you thought about your job, what you’d sworn to do.

“what about leia?”

“what about her?” 

your hands rested upon han’s wrists, your thumbs caressing his skin, “i swore an oath to the senate. i can’t just leave.” 

“says who?”

“says the oath i swore.” you let out a forced laugh. han lifted his head, slowly turning you around to face him. “leia is strong. she can handle herself.”

“i know, i know, but, i don’t think i can just leave.”

“i’ll put in a word with the princess. she’ll let you go. and if she doesn’t, i’ll find a way. you’re gonna be free, sweetheart.” his voice was stern, convincing. he made you believe that you could be truly free. 

and you were beyond thrilled.

“you’d really do that for me?”

“i’d do anything for you, darling.” 

you smiled softly, standing on your tiptoes to press a gentle kiss to his lips. every kiss with han was passionate, magical even. never did you think you’d find someone who would make you feel so happy. and then han strolled into your life. he was the light in your darkness, and you loved him more then anything. 

he pulled away, breathless, brushing a strand of stray hair behind your ear, “i love you.”

“i know.” you whispered, bringing your lips to his once again. 

you were thrown back into reality at the sound of chewbacca’s cry. you glanced at him, the wookie was thrashing against the stormtroopers, trying to fight. he wasn’t going to let his best friend die this way. 

“chewie!” that was han. tears stung your eyes as the severity of the situation suddenly became clear. 

“chewie stop! this won’t help me now!” the wookie let out a loud groan, you didn’t understand it, but you could tell he was hurting.

“hey! listen to me! i need you to look out for her, okay? that’s your job now, okay!” chewbacca stopped his fighting and stilled, allowing the stormtrooper to place cuffs upon his wrist.

you averted his gaze, extending your wrists as the soldiers clad in white armor placed the restraints onto your wrists. 

“sweetheart, look at me.” you choked back a sob. “look at me, please.” he begged. and so you did, you slowly glanced up, locking eyes. “you’re gonna be okay.” he assured. 

“not without you.” 

there was silence as he shuffled toward you, leaning down, kissing you hard. it was a lingering kiss, one that neither of you wanted to end. 

but then he was ripped away from you, being pulled toward the freezing chamber. suddenly, overcome with a burst of emotion, you called out, “i love you!” 

his reply was immediate, “i know.” 

your chest rose and fell with heavy breathes as you tried to remain composed. but you found it more and more difficult to remain collected as you watched him sink down into the chamber, a cloud of smoke covering him. 

you squeezed your eyes shut, letting out shakey breathes. “did he survive?” 

you held your breath as you waited for lando’s response. you prayed to the supreme maker, you needed him to be alive. you couldn’t lose him. 

“he’s alive. he’s in a hibernation.” 

a wave of relief washed over you. he was okay. he was alive. chewie let out a guttural groan. you pried your eyes open, feeling tears slip down your cheeks as your eyes fell upon the slab of carbonite on the floor, the outline of the man you loved etched into it. 

the last encounter before this horrid event replayed through your mind. 

“once i do that, i’m free to go wherever i want. you could come with me.”

“you’re gonna be free, sweetheart.”

“i’d do anything for you, darling.”

“i love you.”

“i know.”

[whimsicallywiddershins]

The Clone Wars are so so good. The story and the way the Clone Wars adds to the entire Star Wars universe and completely changes the feel of the original Star Wars trilogy is amazing.

The Clone Wars turn Star Wars from a classic heroic tale into a tragedy and a bittersweet and horribly sad story.

The thing about the Clone Wars is that it makes you love the characters. We, as the audience, cheer for the clones, for the Jedi, for the other characters we have grown to love. The episodic nature of the show makes us invested in each part of the Wars, and we watch in anticipation for the Clones and Jedi to accomplish their mission and create a happy ending.

But the show isn't a happy ending. The good guys lose. The bad guys win. It's horrible, the people we love die or face a fate worse than death. The Jedi lost the war before the war even began. Palpatine created such a good, ruthless plan that was set into motion years before the show, and he pulled it off.

It completely changes the feel of the entire Star Wars universe. The orginal trilogy was so fun. It was rebels and a happy ending and an empire defeated! Heroes that are triumphant and the little people winning against the tyrannical Empire!

But then the Clone Wars happen, and that happy ending doesn't feel too happy anymore. Because the Jedi and all of their culture is gone, and will never return to what it once was. The Jedi children were slaughtered. The Temple was torn apart. The Clones are dead, and they suffered so much. Alderaan is gone, Mandalore is gone, Padme died, Naboo probably is gone, so many other planets had their culture ripped out and crushed. The Republic will never be the same. Palpatine died, but he still won. He wiped out the Republic and the Jedi.

It really makes you aware that for a rebellion to happen, the tyrannical dynasty destroyed the culture before it. Empires don't just appear from nothing. Clone Wars forces you to face that.

It changes the story from a happy ending to a sad one. It changes the narrative completely.

The best thing about Star Wars is that it is not a happy story.

[looseleafteeaves]

Facing the Krayt, part 2

Leia, in the time after poisoning Jabba, waited in silence. Her back burned with pain like knives, the perfectly parallel lines from the elctrowhip pulling and stretching as she breathed.

First dawn passed, sky alight with pinks like Nabooian lake lillies. No one came to pull her out. Second dawn approached, red like blood staining the sky. A pair of guards approached and grabbed her arms yanking her from the cellar she was locked in.

Jabba’s majordono greeted her.

“The Mighty Jabba has decided your punishment. You will be facing the Sandstorm. If you survive, you will return to misting, little girl.”

Leia’s eyes burned, and her ears rang with the rattle of bones, the roar of a Krayt Dragon. She said nothing.

Bib Fortuna appeared almost disappointed.

“Put her outside the gates. She will walk into the Dune Sea. After the sandstorm passes, we will track her chip and return her- or her body.”

Leia’s face becomes like a nabooian lake. Placid, calm.

Unfathomably deep. Filled with dangers. She walked between the guards, listening as the call of the burning sands grew louder, snippets of words beginning to become heard.

She was shoved out the back gate of the palace. Her sheer clothes providing nothing to stop the wind. Her enslaved sisters had placed what few things they had set aside outside the walls, hidden beneath a rock with a tzai plant. She covered herself in the long, midnight blue cloak. Her barefeet covered in sturdy shoes. She armed herself with protection from the Burning Suns.

Then she walked.

As both suns reached the peak of their arc, the sandstorm was seen. The whipping winds, the knife like sand, the wall of darkness.

Leia saw its approach. She pulled goggles over her eyes, a sheer scarf over her mouth and nose. She breathed as the front running dust blew past. One last breath, and the storm was upon her.

The world turned black. Her clothing ripped into by wind. The world turned red.

A voice calling from deeper in the storm.

“Come, my child. Face the storm. Face your brother. Find your soul.”

Leia reached inside herself. The fathomless deep lake. The eternal mountain storm. The endless desert. A wall cracks.

Shatters.

Her mind fills with light. Even in the midst of the sandstorm, ghosts walk beside her, their beautiful presences splitting sky from sand.

“Hello there, little ghost.”

Leia smiles. “Ben!”

Ben- Obi-Wan- smiles and starts to speak, but is yanked into the wind.

Another flash- a red bird- there and gone again.

“Oh, darling.”

Leia’s eyes fill with tears. “Daddy.”

Bail Organa smiles, and his ghostly form embraces her.

“Face your Trial, daughter mine. With courage, strength, and wisdom. Your soul is of three peoples. You honor them all.”

Leia reaches out with grasping hands, tears freely flowing.

His ghost vanishes. Leia presses onwards. A woman, face hosting crows feet and the beginning of laugh lines. Her mouth moves, but no sound escapes. Her blue shaw flaps in the sandstorm’s breeze as she vanishes.

A beautiful woman, chest filled with lights like lightning bugs, appears. “Leia… Daughter… Child of Many. What do you seek?”

Leia, crying as she smiles. “Freedom. Myself. Hope.”

Breha Organa’s face becomes more real. “The go daughter. Lukka The sandstorm has your answers.”

“Wait- Momma- don’t leave yet- I’m sorry I failed-“

Though her blue glowing figure was gone, her voice rang like the wind chimes on Alderaan. “Oh Beloved. You could never have failed. You upheld the best parts of Alderaan. You protected hope. You survived. Thats all Bail or I could ask.”

Leia knew she wouldn’t find them again in this storm.

Before her, an orange flight suit covered in jedi robes runs forwards. Luke’s curly hair bouncing as he laughs joyously. Leia chases him.

The Krayt chases the Sandstorm. The Sandstorm chases the Krayt.

He vanishes. The little red bird is hopping before her, the barest of outline. It’s beak opens.

“Why do you walk the sandstorm, Child of Me?”

“I face the storm for a call, for a punishment from Depur.”

The redbird changes, becoming a brunette with a scar and a metal tube at his waist.

“The walk, Daughter of the Desert Lakes Mountains. The Mother awaits.”

Leia walks. The Dune sea laid out before her. Far in the distance, a rock face with plants blooming out of it is visible.

Directly before her is a woman dressed in layers, a pouch with a starburst and a bronze braclet is waiting.

“Water, Seeker?”

Leia nods and drinks deeply. “What is your name, Grandmother?”

“Shmi, granddaughter. I have wondered where you were when your twin crossed the sands.”

Leia blinks. “Shmi, I think you are mistaken. I have no twin.”

Shmi smiles. “I could never be mistaken. Lukka is only given as a name when there is a Leia beside him.”

Leia is stunned. Shmi gives a small secret smile. “Walk onwards, Granddaughter. Face your mother and yourself. Walk onwards, Leia Organa Ekkreth.”

Shmi vanishes.

Leia does as bid. Sitting before the cave in bloom is a women Leia has only seen in dreams. Long brown hair, so like her own. Deep blue dress. White, star-like flowers dotting her hair and dress.

“Hello, Padmè Amidala.”

“Hello, my daughter.”

And the area fills with light. A thousand snippets of a moment. A thousand chances to see what could have been. A moment with who was.

She sees Luke being taken away, sees Bail hold her for the very first time. Sees her mother breath her last. Sees her father and her mother breathe together, love each other.

Sees Vader.

Padmè kisses her forehead and says “Face yourself, my beautiful daughter. You must remember.”

Leia grasps her hand one last time as she fades. The cave, with blooming flowers and jagged teeth. A shuddering breath like a death rattle blows past.

Leia steps forward.

———

Leia never shared what she learned in that cave. It is a small, secret vision she keeps from all but one.

But she learned. For Leia the Krayt Dragon, Elder Sister, was waiting there. And Leia knew her soul. For no chain has been made that can bind her to not escape, and none ever will.

Leia returns after 7 days in the desert. She walks through the gates of Jabba’s palace, and they did not need to track her. She was in perfect health.

Lukka Luke came the next day. Leia strangled Jabba with the chains he thought would bind her, would break her.

She freed herself and her sisters. Her sisters embraced her as she left to face the Depur of the Empire.

Lukka looks at Leia, and they both know the other like a forgotten friend come back into your life.

The Krayt chases the Sandstorm. The Sandstorm faces the Krayt.

Leia, after freeing the Empire, brings Lukka back to Tatooine. The Burning Twins help their people take back their planet.

[jellibelli123]

I just realized the perfect analogy to counter "Do you condemn Hamas" using my favorite medium Star Wars :3

(Bty the ripped veil is not being put back up, so don't bother.)

You are a surviving Aldoraanian who gets pulled into an interview to discuss the destruction of your planet, and the reporter says, "Do you condemn the traitor Princess Leia for not revealing the location to the Terrorist Rebel Base?"

This perfectly encapsulates the intention behind this propaganda:

In Star Wars it ignores the context that the Empire was going to destroy Alderaan regardless of if she said the location: She even gave a location and they blew up the planet anyway before checking. It also ignores the countless brutal imperialist actions and grip on the galaxy that caused the rebel group to form and grow.

In the real world this statement not only ignores the crimes of Isn'treal, but it also tries to paint this rebel group as anything but a resistance group which is what Hamas is at its base function; even if you ignore their written charter it still doesn't change that fact!

Speaking of the charter you need to get updated to the ammended 2017 version because these fallacious propagandists use the outdated antisemetic writing of the 80s charter as proof that you shouldnt support Hamas even though that was ammended out in 2017! Because guess what, the youth have taken over and learned better! Regardless, the important thing to ask is why is there a resistence group in the first place!

Instead of just treating each other better, doing the easy thing in the long run, they have to do all of this nonsense gymnastics to appeal to the abuser and oppressor, because the abuser wants something without respecting those that own it, in this case Land and Oil and a religion. Hell they've gotten away with it so easily before social media that their attempts to justify their genocide is so fucking stupid, like a calandar?? Really?!!

It's bullshit, stop supporting the abuser, stop supporting the Empire.

From the river to the sea.

Palestine will be free.

This is not up for debate, you can't convince me of the deep magic to an ex-mormon who was there when it was written and used on me. Yo propaganda and cultist processes aren't going to work on me when its been 100+ days since another false veil was ripped down, and I'm not putting it back up!

[mayxthexforce]

Headcanuary - Day 1

Prompt: Flowers.

Anakin Solo || Han Solo

They share this headcanon because, due to the fact that Leia is very fond of flowers, Han always made sure to teach their kid(s) how to take good care of her plants and also taught them to spot the ones that she likes the most, especially candlewicks due to how rare and difficult to find they became after the destruction of Alderaan. Anakin, who has always struggled with carrying the legacy of The Anakin, the hero of the Republic but also the man who he knew became Darth Vader, also became fond of candlewicks because he knows the way Leia connects them to her mother, and so he feels those connect him to the more peaceful side of his family.

Elodore Vane

Valahari, besides being known for making the fastest ships in the galaxy with the best engines to match, is also known for having some of the most beautiful gardens. One often called the most beautiful is the garden that belongs to the royal family. Because Elodore loves flowers, and because it gave her something to do and —later, after consummating her marriage with Harko— bond over with her son other than royal matters, she works hard in tending to her garden. She has flowers all year round because she's specifically divided the garden in sections of seasonal plants, so that no matter the season, there's always something blooming.

Koska Reeves

Koska doesn't like being gifted flowers. Not because she doesn't like them– actually, she does; but because she doesn't like when planets are ripped out of the ground to be turned into a bouquet, an expensive one at that because some can be really expensive. She thinks it's credits that go to waste on a gift that will shrivel up and die in a week, tops. She'd very much rather be gifted potted plants, but even then she isn't sure she can give them proper care given her hectic life and line of work that sends her to places that only few plants can thrive in.

Leia Organa

Leia's favorite flower is candlewicks. They're a plant native to Alderaan whose flowers have a natural glow to them, and she heavily associates them with her mother because Breha —having had pulmonodes since before Leia was born and often wearing dresses with low necklines as per Alderaan costume— had a visible glow within her chest that Leia believed to be a bouquet of candlewicks. To her, those flowers represent her mother and their bond. Breha knew this and on Leia's birthdays, they would both go to the royal gardens and planted a new candlewick plant.

Luke Skywalker

Lukw is forever baffled by the concept of house plants. Just, the fact that people choose to have and tend to plants that serve no purpose other than looking pretty– and not even all year! it completely blew his mind the first few times he was presented with it. He has a hard time figuring out how much water is enough for a plant, usually ends up overwatering them. But he LOVES making plants grow with the force. He's done that for Leia multiple times.

Maulkiller

Maulkiller is allergic to pollen. Having spent most of his life in a laboratory in Kamino with the closest plant being light years away, he was never exposed to them and so, he's allergic to most flowers due to the pollen. It's not a deadly allergy, but it's not fun.

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Obi-Wan can't keep a plant alive to save his life. Qui-Gon, on the other hand, had one hell of a green thumb. But no matter how hard he tried to get Obi-Wan into the routine of watering, fertilizing, clipping and just overall tending to the plants, it never stuck. Obi-Wan would often forget to water them for weeks at a time and only remember sporadically when he noticed the dirt was looking cracked-dry or the plant would start to shrivel up. He ended up almost killing a couple of Qui-Gon's plants (only didn't because Qui-Gon took over) and he still feels bad about it. But he just, couldn't really make himself care for the plants. After all, he grew up in Coruscant where very few people give a damn about flora.

[garden-bug]

Ok hear me out but isn’t Anakin like a murderer

I swear people say he killed a bunch of kids or something

And didn’t he like blow up Alderaan

Oh man there’s also that time he strangled his wife to death 😦

The whole idea of him coming back is weird when you think about it. Ahsoka wouldn’t be wrong to stab him or something idk. He should have been left alone after ROTJ because what the hell do you do with him after everything he’s done? I can’t get my head around it. Ok imagine if a close friend/someone u loved did something awful like you couldn’t even imagine and you’re heartbroken. Suddenly they’re a different person. You’d maybe fantasise that it hadn’t happened and that they were the same person you loved before they did the awful thing. BUT FOR THEM TO SHOW UP AS A ?? GHOST ?? AS THAT PERSON FROM BEFORE?? Like how do you deal with that. Weird af.

It’s kinda messed up maybe.

We are left to assume that there’s something more to turning to the dark side. That it makes a person completely different as though they’re possessed and therefore don’t hold responsibility for their actions. That’s the only way I can see this working.

I think that’s the vibe I get from Star Wars anyway. Which is kinda weird because real life isn’t like that? People who do evil things aren’t possessed by evil they are evil.

Wait did I just destroy the entire message of Star Wars being about redemption and forgiveness. Oops?

I think I’m gonna have to write a critical essay on this rip.

(I still love Anakin I just find the concept of him appearing to Ahsoka after having done Vader things confusing.)