#alderaan culture

[archeo-starwars]

source: 20 Things You Didn't Know About The Tantive IV from Star Wars Insider #90

[kylosbreedingkink]

Leia feeling Ben is growing distant, so she gifts him the Organa ceremonial necklace.

He stays just as distant, but routinely, even years later, he gets it out to hold. Imagining what could have been, and wondering where it all went wrong.

[girlrandomstuff]

tmof spoilers

i just find it funny and wholesome that Bail Organa "ended up being" a better jedi Anakin Skywalker could have ever been, the man had no force sensivity and could not became a jedi, but in his admiration and respect for the Jedi he took their teachings and philosophy and aplied them to his life and became a great man

[thelesbianthespianposts]

Luke skywalker would not perform Nabooian rituals

Leia Organa would not perform Nabooian rituals

neither of them were born on naboo. Neither of them were raised with Nabooian culture. Why is it so hard to see people representing their upbringing as it was.

Show Luke making a recipe he learned from Beru, or Leia knowing a lot about alderaanian history. Something like that

[princesssarcastia]

got a flash of a crossover fic idea that's absolutely going to stick with me:

leia organa and aos!spock, in a room, having a conversation about being one of the last of an almost-destroyed people. about what it means to survive a genocide

[translothcat]

[Text: What's Horizon Day? // The Crossing of the Horizon, or Ascendance day, celebrates a young person turning 20 and, in turn, reaching adulthood. // Ah I see. Is the crowning part of it? // It's a tradition the Royal Houses tend to include. It holds more significance for the crown line, but it's still symbolic for us other members too.]

The Crossing of the Horizon / Day of Ascendance is a tradition I've come up with for Alderaan!! It's not super exciting or unique it's just a coming of age celebration. The Royal Houses (I class the alderaanian houses as royalty- especially in this earlier time period) place more significance on it than regular citizens would. Regular citizens treat it more like an 18th or 21st. By this time, it's not actually a legal age for anything (that's just 18) but it's still treated as a significant threshold into adulthood, mostly just a cultural thing.

Cedar (the one asking the questions) is around the same age as Amira, so the Mizumi House realise that he has to have his Horizon Day too, and plan one for him :] which is huge for him, considering he really loves the idea of getting in touch with his Alderaanian heritage and culture.

Still going to think on fleshing out the traditions for it. I'm thinking it's just a party for most people. Royalty have the crowning from a parent. This stings Amira obv bc dead parents :(. It'll probably be her Aunt doing it unless I can think of someone else who would. hmm there should be more interesting things going on I need to think on this yes

oh also on her necklace that's a kyber crystal with her name engraved in aurabesh

[sexcrimesagainstancestorsofearth]

GIEDI RENAMED GAMMU WHEN THE RAWLINGS WERE IN CONTROL OF IT AND RENAMED GALLIFREY WHEN CRIMINALS FROM GIEDI WERE CONTROLLING RAWLINGS AS A PUPPET GOVERNMENT ON IT. BASICALLY THE SAME SORT OF THING IN MANY COMBINATIONS AMONG MANY OTHER CRIMINALS AND PLANETS.

[anghraine]

You know, this is not the Star Wars x Star Trek comparison I would have thought I'd make in a million years until I watched TOS and discovered just how skewed the pop culture osmosis version of TOS is, but...

"Operation: Annihilate":

MCCOY [looking at Sam Kirk's corpse]: Is this your brother, Jim? KIRK: Sam. It is my brother. Was my brother. MCCOY: I'm sorry, Jim. The boy's unconscious, but he's still alive. KIRK: Peter? MCCOY: I'd better get the boy and his mother back to the ship. I can't do much for them down here. KIRK: Get ready to beam up. MCCOY: McCoy to Enterprise. Prepare to beam up party of four. SPOCK: Captain, I understand how you must— KIRK: Yes. Yes, Mr. Spock. You heard my sister-in-law say something about they being here. Your guess?

A New Hope:

WILLARD: When we heard about Alderaan, we feared the worst. LEIA: We have no time for sorrows, Commander. You must use the information in this R2 unit to help plan the attack.

[stealingpotatoes]

ok 1. sorry for decapitating your ask like this, i DID read the whole thing dw and 2. I imagine in the Republic, Jedi had a pretty well-rounded schooling, like most of it DEFINITELY focused on force and jedi stuff but come on you've gotta know maths and physics for all that wild force shit and do literature and history to understand ppl n cultures.

the new jedi order is at a disadvantage bc it's made up of 3 ppl who dropped out of school ages 17 (whose education got shitted by war), 12-13, and 7 respectively and only one guy who actually finished school -- and he went to school on Tatooine of all places. I imagine a visiting Leia, who had the best tutors/went to the fanciest schools on Alderaan, is probably the one to be like hey this is a school you guys-- are you guys teaching them like, stuff that isn't weird force techniques and immediate survival skills?? please say they know maths and literature outside of jedi texts?? which probably devolves into "Cal Ahsoka and Ezra have to sit there while Leia tries to teach them basic high school classes"

[vixensdungeon]

So now that Andor is finished, your girl is hardcore in a Star Wars kind of mood. So let's make some Star Warriors!

We'll start from the beginning.

Star Wars: The Roleplaying Game (West End Games, 1987)

The WEG editions have probably my favourite character creation system of all three versions. We start by picking a character template representing a type of character that you'd expect to see in a Star Wars story. I feel like being a princess so I pick the Arrogant Noble. This gives me a set of dice codes for each of my basic attributes, some equipment, plus background information and roleplaying suggestions. Then I have seven dice to add to various skills associated with those attributes. And… that's really it! After that it's just coming up with a name and various details like height and age. So this is what we end up with:

Arrogant Noble

Character Name Valara Vexen Player Name Vivian Vixen Height 1.76m Weight 90kg Sex F Age 16 Physical Description curvaceous, red of hair, has cool space goggles

DEXTERITY 3D+1 Dodge 4D+1 Melee 4D+1

KNOWLEDGE 3D+1 Cultures 4D+1 Languages 5D+1

MECHANICAL 2D+2

PERCEPTION 4D Command 6D

STRENGTH 2D+2

TECHNICAL 2D

Equipment several changes of clothing in the latest styles, hold-out blaster, dueling sabre, personal landspeeder, 2000 credits standard

Valara is the princess of planet Nevix V, who has joined the Rebel Alliance out of a sense of noblesse oblige, as well as outrage over the destruction of Alderaan. Her favourite cake toppings are whipped blue cream and spaceberry.

Another thing you're supposed to do for character creation is come up with connections between the different characters, which I can't really do because I'm doing this solo. Unless…

Anyone wanna play Star Wars toys with me?

[solrika]

Small pet peeve with Rebels: how Zeb is presented as being the 'last' Lasat, when it's in actuality really hard to completely wipe out a people.

I'm not going to get into real-world examples because that feels a bit tasteless, but let's take the Jedi: they were a much smaller population, and much less prepared, and still had survivors and people who tried to help said survivors. Fast-forwarding in time, even Alderaan has a diaspora of people who weren't on-world when the Death Star hit.

I think it's much more realistic that there's a large Lasana diaspora made up of lasats who were offworld, escaped past the Imperial blockade, escaped during the clean-up, or were so rural that the Imperial forces never even noticed them.

I can still see Zeb feeling like he's the last--the diaspora probably has no good way of contacting each other (besides the wookies, who have their own Imperial problems). And, if you prescribe to the "no monoculture" theory like me, the other lasats probably aren't from the same cultural background. But they should exist.

[archeo-starwars]

source: 20 Things You Didn't Know About The Tantive IV from Star Wars Insider #90

[maidenvault]

If so many things in Star Wars that seem fine on the surface actually have this dark underbelly/subtext people insist is actually suggested in the films, then what is the point in each case? What does that actually leave us with?

If the Naboo, a democratic civilization of learning and culture like many that thrived during the golden age of widespread peace and prosperity that was the High Republic era, live on land that was stolen from the Gungans and don't acknowledge this (an idea the films on their own don't support), then...why is that a thing? How does it serve the movies' themes if that's a thing? If their tradition of having child queens on the throne is actually taking advantage of children in a psychologically damaging way and not just a particularly silly and fantastical fairy-tale element in these family films, and that other benevolently ruled world of Alderaan is also actually kind of shady because its laws allow Leia to serve as Senator when she's a teen, what does that actually say about anything?

If in the prequels era the Sith are the evil conspirators influencing everything; and the Senate is getting more and more corrupt; and the Trade Federation, Techno Union, and Kaminoans are the most reprehensible kind of capitalists not helping anything; and the Jedi Order is also rotting from the inside with something or other; and the Grand Army of the Republic is fighting a war against cruel oppressors that's nonetheless supposed to be clearly unjust or misguided in a way everyone should have seen somehow, and the Naboo and lots of other societies aren't much better...then what exactly does that say about this world? Besides "Woah, this is pretty fucked up, isn't it?" Why are all these things so fucked up at once, what's the common factor? What's the lesson?

If the star wars are so often just about a very obviously bad group of people and other groups of people who are only nominally better, does that really enrich the story or just leave us with nothing? Things aren't automatically interesting or meaningful because they're dark. It's honestly really bleak if it's only some individual people who can serve as an example of what's good in the world (insert Qui-Gon or your other pet character who you hold up as The One Special True Jedi based mostly on fanon here). The fact that Leslye Headland wanted to tell a story like The Acolyte because she thinks SW is defined by underdogs fighting an evil institution so the Jedi can only be good if they're underdogs and not an institution is bleak.

In the prequels, Anakin's fall to the dark side and the Republic becoming the Empire are two story threads that parallel each other in obvious, meaningful ways. It's heavy-handedly emphasized that the causes of both were fear and hunger for power, which SW constantly shows to be closely related. If there's also this slow descent into their own destruction happening with the Order due to their own tragic flaws, to the point that - as I've seen argued - they would have fallen eventually even without Palpatine destroying them, that's something that just happens to be going on at the same time for some reason, very conveniently for Palpatine, and it doesn't neatly fit in with those other two threads the same way. It doesn't happen because the Jedi act on fear or have anything to personally gain from what they do. It happens because of...one or five of like fifteen different possible flaws of theirs, depending on who you ask. They were arrogant/stagnant/bureaucratic/a cult/cool with slavery/using child soldiers/dogmatic or many other (usually imprecisely defined) bad things that the Order supposedly became because...well we don't know why or what it has to do with everything else going on in this era, the point is they were bad okay! If this is really The Point then it overcomplicates and obscures what the point even is. It makes the tragedy of the prequels about everything that can go wrong going wrong, all over the place, to the point that it's about nothing.

I don't know, I just don't think it's an overwhelmingly emphasized message throughout the franchise that institutions are all inevitably subject to corruption so you should just burn it all down and be a cool, rogue gray-Jedi person carving your own path alone or whatever. I don't think it's about this. Even TLJ, as I've argued a million times, ultimately says thinking that way just serves the bad guys. What is often emphasized is the importance even a seemingly insignificant individual can have as part of a whole, the power of connection between living beings and being stronger together, and the importance of preserving democracy actually in order to protect the most defenseless underdogs.

[dystopicjumpsuit]

Watch and Learn, City Boy, Part 2: Autumn

A/N: This is a follow-up to Part 1, which I wrote last year. The muse struck on the autumnal equinox, and who am I to reject her overture? Yes, I switched tenses, and no, I’m not sorry. Enjoy! 

Pairing: Hound x Reader (Fem)

Rating: M (mature content intended for readers 18+; minors DNI) 

Wordcount: 2.8K

Warnings and tags: fluff; domesticity; language; little bit of SMUT; one (1) slap on the ass; tickling; pinning; allusions to bondage; Reader is a bit of a brat; Hound is a playful switch (I don’t make the rules); this isn't as kinky as it sounds; I made up pretty much everything about Alderaanian culture, holiday observances, and spirituality for this fic, so don’t take anything here as having a basis in canon.

Summary: Autumn has come to Alderaan, and you’re stuck on kriffin’ Coruscant. But Hound won’t let that stop you from celebrating.

Suggested Listening: 

This fic smells like: Hempz Apple Cinnamon Shortbread body lotion (autumn leaves; warm spices)

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Grizzer launched herself off of your mattress with a ferocious snarl before you even heard the door chime. Hound startled awake with a muffled grunt, and you sat up, rubbing your eyes groggily and fumbling for your datapad to check the security holo.

“‘S goin’ on?” he mumbled.

“Groceries,” you rasped as you crawled out of bed and slipped into a robe. “I’ll take care of it. Go back to sleep.”

Grizzer was prancing triumphantly at the front door, and she greeted you with a loud, delighted snort to let you know that she had successfully repelled the invading force and secured the perimeter.

“Good girl,” you yawned. “So brave. Gonna tell Fox to give you a medal and a promotion.”

She plopped down resolutely in front of the door and refused to budge until you had administered what she deemed to be an appropriate number of scritches between the spines on her back. At length, she shuffled out of the way so you could open the door and dart out into the hallway just long enough to retrieve your grocery delivery, silently beseeching the Force not to let your well-meaning but nosy neighbors catch you in your bathrobe. Gods knew you and Hound already gave them plenty of fodder for gossip.

Once the groceries were safely inside, Grizzer had to complete an exhaustive sniff-spection of every single bag before she would allow you to put the food away, and then she gave you a meaningful look and lumbered over to the back door. You tapped the panel and shivered at the blast of cold air that rushed in as the door hissed open. 

Grizzer sauntered out to do her business on the comically tiny patch of fake grass you’d installed on your balcony once you realized she and Hound would be staying over as many nights as they could possibly sneak away from the barracks. By the time you’d finished stashing the perishables in the conservator, she was back inside and waiting for her breakfast.

You activated the cleaning droid to deal with her mess, dumped a scoop of massiff chow in her bowl, and finally returned to the bedroom. Hound’s eyes remained stubbornly closed, but he wordlessly pulled the blankets back as you climbed into bed and snuggled your ass into the nook of his body, extending his other arm for you to use as a pillow.

Stars, he’s so warm. This is the best part of my day.

You barely had time to settle in before Grizzer hopped up onto the bed, circled a few times, then flopped against you hard enough to knock the wind out of you.

“Ugh, careful with the spikes, Grizz. Don’t you have breakfast to eat?” you muttered.

Despite your grumbles, you couldn’t resist the pleading look she shot you, and you reached down to pat her lazily as she settled her chin onto your leg with a happy sigh. Kriffin’ massiff always wants to be the littlest spoon.  

You shifted, looking for a comfortable position while being smooshed between your two favorite beings, then tucked your feet closer to Hound, trying to get warm. He flinched as he felt your icy feet against his shins, but instead of pulling away, he rested his hand on your hip and drew you more firmly against his body, then slid up your torso to cup your breast. He nuzzled his face into your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your skin.

“Mornin’,” he rumbled. ”Happy equinox. I assume you've planned somethin’ festive for today?”

“Mm-hmm,” you mumbled, privately reflecting that he was using far too many words for this early on a Benduday morning. “‘S why I ordered groceries.”

He hummed his approval and began to kiss a path down your spine. “Does it involve tying me to a kitchen chair and licking a jar of honey off my skin?”

You laughed quietly and kissed the scar on his forearm that rested beneath your head. “Is that a specific fantasy you have, or are you just looking for an excuse to get me to tie you up and have my wicked way with you?”

“Two things can be true, angel.” He squeezed your breast gently, then trailed his fingertips down the centerline of your body, unerringly finding his way between your thighs. “Your feet are like kriffin’ icicles. You go on an expedition to Ilum for those groceries or somethin’?”

“Grizz was extra needy this morning,” you explained. “Mm, that feels nice. Don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he murmured. His fingers slipped over your clit and into your pussy, and he shifted slightly to grind his cock against your ass. “Feel how hard you made me? Prancin’ around in that little thing you call a bathrobe. Probably gave the neighbors a coronary.”

“Nobody saw me,” you laughed, then gasped as he slid deeper. “At least I—fuck—I didn’t see anyone.”

“Grizz, off,” he ordered, to the massiff’s vocal disgust. Nevertheless, she complied, jumping off the bed with a huff of protest and wandering out of the bedroom in search of the breakfast she’d previously snubbed. “Guess we’ll find out if anyone saw you when they send a thank-you holocard. Damn, little one, you’re kriffin’ soaked. What were you dreamin’ about, dirty girl?”

It wasn’t a dream, it’s just you, you thought, but rather than inflate his already impressive ego, you wiggled your butt against his hips and replied in your most provocative tone. 

“Thorn.”

He laughed, then withdrew from between your thighs and gave you a firm little slap on the ass. You let out a shrill squeak and squirmed out of his arms just far enough to launch yourself off the mattress and tackle him, pinning him briefly and digging your fingers into his ribs to tickle him ruthlessly. 

Alas, your vengeance was short lived. After the briefest moment of being incapacitated by laughter, he managed to roll over on top of you, capturing your wrists and holding them against the pillow on either side of your head.

“Oh, you asked for it, darlin’,” he said with a wicked grin. 

The morning light caught in his eyes and illuminated them to honey gold. They danced with mischief, and you felt an odd flutter in your chest that you didn’t have enough time to examine before he pounced, and the only thing on your mind was holding on while your ARF trooper took you for the ride of your life.

When the pair of you finally stumbled out of bed, you mentally scratched off a few of the activities you’d planned, since you were running two hours behind schedule—a sacrifice you were more than willing to make, all things considered. There was still plenty of time to visit the Alderaanian shrine of the ancestors in the Federal District and make it home in time to cook dinner—a meal that you’d been planning with meticulous care for weeks, going to great lengths to source Alderaanian ingredients that were often difficult to find in the Core Worlds.

“You sure they’ll let me in?” Hound asked as he surveyed the entrance to the temple with obvious doubt in his eyes.

“They will,” you replied firmly. “They don’t turn anyone away. If you ever find yourself in trouble and need a place to lie low, they’ll give you sanctuary.”

“Even though I did absolutely depraved things to you an hour ago?” he murmured in your ear, sending tingles of awareness down your neck.

“... Maybe don’t mention that part.”

“You know, this whole sanctuary thing sounds a little illegal,” he joked.

“Who are you, the police?”

He snorted, then allowed you to lead him inside. The temple was crowded, and not a single person recognized Hound as a clone trooper, or if they did, nobody mentioned it. Hound was fascinated by the vibrant—not to say chaotic—energy inside. 

“The only temple I’ve ever been inside is the Jedi temple,” he said. “This one is really different.”

“I imagine so,” you laughed. “I’ve never been inside the Jedi Temple, but I’ve heard it’s really tranquil. This is… not that.”

He grinned in acknowledgment. “Do you come here every equinox?”

You shook your head. “I’m not really that observant most of the time. When I’m at home, we just have a family celebration. But here on Coruscant, it’s kind of nice to come to a place where I can meet other Alderaanians. For me, it’s really more about staying in touch with my culture, but a lot of people are very devout.”

When the pair of you finally made your way through the temple and to the shrine, he followed you inside and observed respectfully but with keen interest as you lit a stick of incense and left a small offering for the shrine guardian spirit. You were in and out in under a minute, and as the pair of you rejoined the thronging crowd headed toward the exit, Hound leaned in to whisper in your ear.

“That was quick.”

“No point in monopolizing it,” you replied under your breath. “Bad form when the temple is this busy.”

The temple wasn’t the only thing that was busy. Traffic was fully gridlocked, and the trip home took ages. By the time you arrived, you were both ravenous, which was deeply unfortunate, given that you’d planned a fairly elaborate dinner. Still, you were determined to make it work and salvage what was left of the equinox. 

Grizzer was beside herself when you walked through the door. She barreled into Hound with a delighted squeal, and he knelt down for their ritual greeting. She sat patiently until he was within reach and then, with a gentleness that was wholly improbable for a creature of her size, she touched her snout against his nose.

“I’m here, too, Grizz,” you teased, and if a massiff were capable of rolling its eyes, she would have. Nevertheless, she eagerly snuggled up to you, demanding her tribute of affection.

“Do I have time to take her for a quick  run before dinner?” Hound asked.

“I think so. It’ll be a refreshing change to cook without my reptile sous chef.”

“Don’t listen to her, Grizz,” Hound said, covering the massiff’s ear holes. “She’d be lost in the kitchen without you.”

“Oh, definitely,” you agreed solemnly. “What ever shall I do without constant supervision and the in-house quality assurance expert?”

Hound gave you a quick kiss and headed out, and you set to work, swallowing down a faint feeling of disappointment that so many of your plans had fallen through. Dinner would make up for it, though. Dinner would be perfect.. Within minutes, the entire flat began to fill with delicious smells. Everything was proceeding swimmingly. Nothing could possibly go wrong.

“Gods damn it!”

Your frustrated curse was the first thing Hound heard when he opened the door. Grizzer charged inside and skidded to a halt, prancing around the kitchen.

“Not now, sweetie,” you said, your tone softening a bit as you saw the massiff.

“Somethin’ wrong?” Hound asked.

“That karking shopper droid brought me decorative mini pumpkins instead of edible ones,” you groaned. “And to make matters worse, the pumpkin stems mutilated my Force-damned tomato.”

“Damn, looks like it got squashed,” he murmured.

“That is a terrible pun, and this is no laughing matter!”

“You’re right,” he said apologetically. “It’s an obvious case of assault with a deadly veggie.”

“Still not funny. Look at this carnage!”

You held up the mangled tomato, and he inspected it closely before gravely replying. “That’s a pretty gore-dy victim. Better shield Grizzer’s innocent eyes before she’s permanently scarred.”

You snorted, obstinately refusing to laugh. “I knew I should have just gone to the market myself.”

“Why don’t we go now?” he asked, giving up on his quest to distract you with the worst puns in the Core Worlds. “We can pick up some pumpkins that are actually edible, maybe have a little tour of the market district, get some fresh air?”

You glanced at the clock and sighed. “If we do that, we’ll be eating at midnight. I’ll figure something out.”

Grizzer whined at the sharpness in your tone, then curled up in the corner of your living room so she could keep an eye on you, sensing your frustration. You glared at the offending gourds for a moment, and would have bet every last credit of his nonexistent salary that you were contemplating hurling them into the abyss of the Coruscant underworld. Seeing how much the kriff-up had upset you, Hound ventured into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“What’s really bothering you, love?” he asked. “You’re always good at coming up with contingency plans. Is this really such a big problem that it’ll ruin your equinox?”

You sighed and leaned back against him, closing your eyes. “No. Not really. It’s just… My mom always makes this for the autumn equinox. I really wanted it to be perfect, you know?”

“You miss her.”

You nodded. “I do. I miss home, too. It’s weird to celebrate an Alderaanian equinox holiday on a planet that doesn’t even have seasons. And I really wanted this to be perfect so you could have the experience even though you weren’t able to get leave to travel back home with me, and we had to cancel almost all of our plans, and now dinner is ruined, too, and I’m just so fucking tired and hungry.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” He kissed the side of your head, then turned you around slowly so he could look into your eyes. His chest squeezed when he saw the beginnings of tears in your eyes, and he brushed his thumb across your cheek to wipe them away. “It is perfect, because I’m spendin’ it with you. No place I’d rather be in the galaxy.”

“Not even a musty old tent surrounded by wolf-cats?” you muttered rebelliously.

“As tempting as that sounds—and if I recall correctly, you were extremely tempting—no. But I’d eat rations and sleep in a musty old tent every night for the rest of my life if it meant I got to wake up next to you.” He didn’t say the words he desperately wanted to. It was too soon, and he didn’t want to scare you off. Instead, he pressed his lips to your forehead and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, holding you close. “Kriff the pumpkins. We’ll get takeout and go for a speeder bike ride in the entertainment district.”

You gasped. “Blasphemy! How dare you insinuate that I can’t salvage this disaster? Stand aside and watch the master at work.”

“That’s my girl,” he grinned. 

“Hmph,” you replied haughtily, unable to quite repress the smile at the corner of your lips.

You started toward the stove, but as you took your first step, Hound caught you by your apron ties and tugged you back into his arms for a devastating kiss. He was extremely thorough, and by the time he released you, you were dizzy and breathless, and he made damn sure you couldn’t remember that mini pumpkins even existed.

“That. Was. Incredible,” Hound said as he cleaned the last few morsels from his plate. 

“Not quite as aesthetically pleasing as Mom’s,” you hedged. 

“It was rustic,” he insisted. “Homestyle. Deconstructed.”

“You really need to stop watching cooking shows on the holonet.”

“How else will I learn all the terms to describe your food to make my brothers insane with jealousy? You think clone troopers have a reason to say ‘craveable’ on a daily basis?”

“Oh, yeah? You tell Thorn all about me?” you teased.

“Easy now, darlin’,” he replied with a lazy grin. “You’re gonna give me a complex.”

“Don’t worry, I could never leave Grizzer.”

He laughed. “Lucky thing for me.”

He leaned back in his chair and stretched, then stood up and began to clear away the dishes. You groped his ass shamelessly from your seat, then wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face against his abdomen.

“Thanks for celebrating with me,” you murmured, your voice muffled by his shirt. “I know I kind of lost the plot there.”

He set down the plates and wrapped his arms around you. “Not the first time I’ve seen you hangry; won’t be the last.”

You laughed into his belly, then tugged his shirt up so you could kiss his warm, smooth skin. “You know, there’s one equinox tradition that we haven’t observed yet.”

“Oh? What’s that?”

“It involves a kitchen chair, a pair of your binders, and a jar of honey.”

“Dank farrik, I’m in love with you.” The words slipped out, and by the time Hound realized what he’d said, it was too late to call them back.

You drew back and stared up at him with an expression of shock. “What?”

“Uh…”

Kriff.

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[2stepadmiral]

Maybe sort of a hot take? Satine Kryze was a terrible leader and kind of a petty tyrant. Like, look at what she actually did and how she did it and what the consequences were:

She committed effective cultural genocide against her own people by eviscerating a millennia-old culture/creed/tradition/religion, removing the at least 80% of it that she didn’t like and demanded that everyone else adapt it

Those who refused to relinquish their ancestral ways were exiled from their homeworld and even robbed of their cultural identity when she claimed that anyone who still practiced the warrior ways were not true Mandalorians

By enforcing this ‘my way or the highway’ policy, she created the environment where Pre Vizsla could form Death Watch and recruit all the followers he had out of the disillusioned she had branded as outcasts

By enforcing her strict pacifism, she disarmed her people and even her security forces, leaving the planet defenseless against both Death Watch and the Shadow Collective (imagine if the Yuuzhan Vong had invaded during this period)

Publicly belittled and insulted a high profile General in the Grand Army of the Republic/ Master and Council member of the Jedi Order in front of a number of Senators and her courtiers because he dared to point out that the Separatists might not let her remain neutral

Publicly stated that she didn’t want Jedi security present when traveling with a retinue of Republic Senators in the midst of a terrorism crisis that she was the main target of, in front of a number of people who would have been put at risk had she gotten her way

When Obi Wan pointed out that the Senators and likely her courtiers had requested Jedi security due to concerns for their own safety that she had disregarded, rather than acknowledging her thoughtlessness, she again insulted Obi-Wan and provoked an argument that she aggravated into a bickering session while Obi Wan tried and gradually failed at keeping civil

She seceded her world from the Republic rather than allow the slightest impression that she endorsed the Clone War (never mind that Alderaan and Naboo were prominent members of the Senate that opposed war and actively worked to end it peacefully and quickly without seceding), which forfeited the government aid Mandalore needed to survive in its damaged state and led directly to Prime Minister Almec having to use the black market just to keep the people fed

And in the end, all she accomplished was a maybe fifteen-twenty year period of relative peace before civil war broke out again, Maul took charge, the Empire forced fifteen years of relative obedience, and ultimately the planet was bombed and the Mandalorian people were decimated. The role of a good ruler or leader is to do what is best for your people, even if it’s contrary to your own preferences or interests, and Satine consistently made her own beliefs the order of the day, enforced from the top down. Had she moderated her approach, maybe tried to redirect the warrior tendencies into galactic peacekeeping, or advocated for a warrior second, hardworking builder/farmer/pilot/tradesmen helping to rebuild Mandalore first (sort of what Boba Fett did as Mand’a’lor in the EU), despite her personal disdain for violence and warfare, she could have been one of the greatest Mandalorian leaders who affected real change. Instead, she allowed her personal priorities to be the priorities of her regime and the guiding principle of her tyranny.

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there is something that is so interesting to me about like...the nationhood of the first order.

like the empire wasn't really a country. it was "all the different planets, cultures, peoples under the jurisdiction of emperor palpatine." nobody would say they came from the galactic empire. they were from naboo, lothal, alderaan, whatever planet, and they worked for the empire. people who were really super-duper loyal to the empire were, if anything, expressing the opposite of patriotism; being loyal to the vague concept that ruled their home planet as opposed to being loyal to their home planet.

but the first order isn't really like that. like there are planets under first order occupation, and there are planets aligned with the first order politically, but a lot—possibly most—people in the first order under a certain age could honestly say the ship they live on is the only home they've ever known. they don't just work there, they live there for their whole lives from toddlerhood or even infancy. the first order has its own distinct culture. a large first order ship is essentially a city. how many people who were raised in the first order even know what planet they were born on, let alone culturally identify with it?

the first order is essentially a country with mandatory military service over a certain age, but instead of serving for a set amount of years you serve for the rest of your life, and with mandatory public education under a certain age, but that education is basic military training.