#andor finale

[lena-hills]

I realized something about Nemik's manifesto and the whole Andor/Rogue One debate about the line "I've been in this fight since I was six years old."

Because, by Nemik's philosophy, every act against the Empire and against fascist control makes you part of the Rebellion. "There are whole armies, battalions that have no idea that they've already enlisted in the cause. Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward."

Cassian has been fighting the Empire through theft, self-defense, childhood attempts for vengeance, long before Andor starts, and it makes sense that looking back he would count all of it.

[samaspic31]

Can’t wait for this scene in s2

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Weekly Relief Pt. 2 ~Mon Mothma xFem Stripper!Reader

Some more Mon Mothma content… Part 2 of Weekly Relief. Mon and Reader have some more fun together, allowing Mon to relax for once.

Link to Part 1

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!, implied smut, implied past smut, implied cheating, grinding, kissing, stripper!reader, groping, tit play, body adoration, implied Ma’am/Sir kink, whimpering, moaning, etc.

Enjoy (;

Weeks went by and you hadn’t seen the stunning Senator since that fateful day. You tried to shrug it off. It was your job, and she was your client… She had no obligation to come back. But you wanted her too…

Friday night, you walked into work and clocked in. You went to the dressing rooms and met with the other girls who were working the floor with you. You got out your outfit for tonight, an iridescent purple and black two piece with lacing on the back and at the sides. You wore this along with your signature black heels.

The first half of your night went pretty decent. You danced on the stage and racked up a good chunk of cash, and then spent the rest of your shift wandering the club, giving lap dances to customers. As you finished dancing for the upteenth random guy, your eyes traveled to a certain woman entering the club.

It was her.

You got your cash from the man, then turning your entire attention to the Senator. She was hidden in her garments once more. But she had come back. And she sat in the same exact chair in which you had danced on her. You walked over to the woman, trying to calm your nerves. You came up flush to her in a teasing manner, trapping her in her chair with your arms.

“Like me so much, you came back…?” You teasingly purred.

Mon’s eyes raked over your body. You could feel her staring.

“As a matter of fact I did…” Mon breathed out.

This made you smile and blush lightly.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t return earlier… I was preoccupied.” She said in a hushed tone.

This made you sigh in relief. She did want you…

“Nonsense. It’s my job. You have no obligation to me.”

“No, but I said I would be back in a week, and it took me over a month. That wasn’t very kind…” Mon insisted.

You sighed lightly, already relaxing in her presence. You let her have the win, as it was useless arguing.

“Private room?” You suggested.

Mon nodded eagerly. You took the woman’s hand and immediately led her to a private room, closing and locking the door behind you. As soon as the door was closed, the Senator was throwing off her hood, veil, and any and all coverings which would hinder your access to her. You threw your shoes off at the same time.

She left her normal layer of clothing on, getting impatient and pushing you against the door. And then she just stared at you, letting her eyes wander and take in your frame. Your eyes widened and your breathing quickened.

“So beautiful…” she murmured.

You were the one who closed the gap between lips, smashing yours into hers. Mon eagerly kisses back, backing up and guiding you to sit in her lap on the lavish couch. You wiggles around a bit, finding a comfortable position to sit in her lap on. When you were satisfied, you looked back to the Senator.

“That’s right… Sit pretty on my lap.” She hummed in satisfaction.

You hummed at her words, agreeing. You felt her eyes go back to taking in your frame. You leaned forward and brushed your lips to the woman’s ear.

“Have your way with me, Senator… I’m yours…” you purred, before retracting from her ear and meeting her gaze again.

Mon’s pupils dilated at your words and her throat went dry. Her eyes then darkened and she smirked. Her hands then wandered down to your ass, groping and caressing unabashedly.

“Call me Mon, dear girl…” she purred right back.

Her wandering hands put a spike in your heart rate and an elevation to your breathing rate. You closed your eyes and slowly bucked your hips into her lap, lightly and airily moaning. You then felt a smack to your ass, eliciting a small whimper from your lips. Your eyes opened in reaction to her action.

“Eyes open…” Mon warily purred.

“Yes Ma’am…” you breathed out, keeping your eyes open.

You continued to slowly grind into the woman’s lap as her hands wandered all over curves. Breathy whimpers and light moans flowed from your lips. Her hands wandered up to your tits, and her eyes met yours, asking for permission. Your hands swiftly undid the tie behind your neck, making your top fall around your waist and exposing your breasts to the woman. Her hands began gripping and attacking your tits, teasing you even more. You only ground into her lap even more, grinding so sloppy you were breathless.

“That’s a Good girl…” Mon hummed, twisted your nipple as she spoke, eliciting a particularly lewd and breathy moan from your lips.

More sinful whimpers and moans slowed from your lips as the red head continued to grope and feel you up in her lap. Your grindings into her lap only got more desperate and sloppy.

“What do you want, hmmmm…?” Mon purred.

“Want… wanna make you feel good…” you mewled.

“Such a sweet girl. So needy, and yet still thinking about others needs first…” Mon cooed.

Your response was an incoherent whimper and a nod.

“Let’s take care of you first, love…” The woman purred.

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[aspic31]

Andor was incredible go watch it if you haven’t already

[coline7373]

[fennecswife]

Cassian may have been the spark to light the rebellion but Nemik was the flint to create the spark

[jedikaylin]

Cinta x Vel are superior 💔 I’m making a small batch of this tee design for Saturday’s drop

[mockscreens]

Please could i request lockscreens of b2emo from star wars andor? And/or ferrix themes stuff? Love your work!

please like/reblog if you save!

more star wars lockscreens here!

[sosleepylars]

Andor has (at least for me) just a few really scary moments. And the most chilling one for me honestly, was in the finale, when Cassian tried to rescue Bix, and she just responded with "No, they will get angry!".

How much must this person be broken inside, that she rather would stay there, even in the face of her rescuer, than to risk another "session" with the doctor? Her facial expression, the raw, animalistic fear in her eyes haunts me to this day.

[ajdionysus]

I keep thinking about the sentiment, “Tell him ‘I love him more than anything he could ever do wrong.’”

This one sentence gets to the basest human desire. I would that everyone could feel that kind of love.

I would that more people could GIVE that kind of love.

#Lgbtqpeopleknow #savingwhatwelove #notfightingwhatwehate #brassoisahumanhug

[faceofpoe]

The one thing that’s bothering me about the Andor finale...

Bix. 

Why does nobody (Dedra, Luthen) anticipate that Cassian will prioritize Bix, alive and suffering, over showing his face at Maarva’s funeral? 

And why has Bix not factored into Luthen’s loose end calculations, whether or not he realizes ISB has got her? 

(Have only watched through once, my recollection is foggy on the timing of Vel & Cinta staking out the neighborhood and ISB taking over the hotel)

Like - I almost want to say “well because of course *they* wouldn’t risk everything to save a friend so they don’t expect him to” but they are all in fact very much anticipating that a man who knows he is very much wanted by a great many people to show his face in the absolute most predictable time and place in the galaxy out of love for his dead mother, so. 

[timtimtara]

Finally got to watch the Andor season 1 finale. Damn, this whole show man. It just leaves me in awe of the story it's telling and these characters that are just the most fascinating beings in the entire Star Wars universe. Cassian Andor remains my favorite character in all of Star Wars. His spirit and will to live is so damn inspiring. And the whole community on Ferix. Just wow! They're so beautiful and united and willing to fight for eachother. Maarva's speech at her funeral, that's the rebellion coming to the masses. I'm just so glad this show exists.

[cyar-ika11]

Caleel is always speaking the truth and in this case is particularly sad because Andor was simply amazing :(

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Forever Apart ~Mon Mothma xFem Reader

Kinda sad, but right before Mon Mothma officially goes and is in the rebellion, like before their announcement sort of.

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, angst, smut, eating out, sadness, love confession, not a happy ending

Short to Medium length

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Senator Mothma visited your clothing boutique often. At first you thought it was because she was just like any other rich woman who loved buying new clothes and things, but your opinion on her changed over time.

First, she started to insist that you call her Mon. Which at first was difficult to get the hang of, but now it was like second nature to you.

Second, she seemed to spend why more time talking with you while “shopping” and at check out than she did on actually buying anything.

And third, nowadays she didn’t even buy anything half the time. She just browsed.

And that’s how’s you came to the conclusion that Senator Mothma, Mon, was really looking for a friend or someone to talk to…

And you were perfectly fine being that person.

I’m fact, you were delighted to be. Probably a bit too much. Every time you talked with her, butterflies flew in your stomach. And your cheeks were often rosy red.

It was hard. Mon was an attractive woman to say the least. You had trouble keeping her out of your mind when she wasn’t there. So when she was, you were basically fucked.

Especially considering how unhappy she was in her marriage with Perrin, your mind had decided to take its own path with that. A very provocative and sinful path…

But she wanted a friend. And that’s what you gave her. Nothing more. Even though you craved more…

You craved to take off each white layer of clothing she had on.

You craved her body for you to worship in its entirety— her legs, her hips, her hands, her breasts, her neck, her lips…

You craved her silky, delicious voice in your ear, whispering your darkest fantasies into reality…

Ohhhh, this woman…

But you were there to listen and be there for her. Nothing more, nothing less. No matter how much it pained you. It wasn’t your place.

But oh boy, did all this change one fateful day…

Mon had come into the shop for like the fourth time this week, which was irregular.

She completely skipped any surface level introductions or talk and just pulled you aside, taking no time to even pretend she was shopping.

Mon grabbed your arm and pulled you aside “We need to talk. In private.” She whispered.

You were frozen. She had never been this close to you… Touching you… Breathing on you…

You broke out of your trance and responded in a hushed voice, “My office?”

Your heart was beating in anticipation. What could she possibly want to discuss in private??

You guided her to your private office and shut and locked the door once you had both entered.

You both just stood there for a minute.

Mon broke the silence,

“Darling, I need to tell you something…”

The fact that she called you “darling” made your heart flutter…

“Okay. What’s up?” You asked, your voice full of concern.

Mon took a deep breath and walked over to you. She gently grabbed you hands and squeezed them. Chills ran through your body.

“I… I’m going away for a while… and…” she choked on her words a bit, her voice becoming meeker, “and… I may not return…”

She looked up at you to gauge your reaction. Your face was flooded with concern and confusion. Where was Mon going?

You had a gut feeling… but you didn’t want to believe it… You had always had a feeling that Mon was an avid fighter against the empire… You knew she was. You just couldn’t accept it.

The beginning of tears which you desperately tried to hold back began to form in your eyes.

“Where…?” You croaked, your voice clearly effected emotionally, “Where are you going?”

Mon looked at you with sadness and what… couldn’t be… love?

She sighed. “I can’t say I’m afraid… But I’ll miss you dearly.”

You couldn’t stop the emotional talk from taking over, “You’ll miss me?” you desperately asked.

“Yes.” She chuckled, her voice laced with sadness.

“Really?” For some reason, you not believing her. For some reason, you needed more proof.

Mon came closer to you and raised one of her hands to caress your cheek, “Yes I will, so much.”

Before you could say anything else, Mon’s lips were on yours. It was a sorrow filled, loving kiss. You quickly reciprocated, adding more passion, which Mon equaled out as well.

Breathless, you both separated from each other with smirks of sadness.

Silence.

This time it was you who broke it.

“What is I never see you again..?” you fearfully whispered.

Mon didn’t have a response.

She didn’t know what to say.

All she could do was embrace you.

Eventually though, Mon did say something…

“Let me prove it to you. Let me prove how much I’ll miss you. Let me show you how you make me feel.”

You looked at her perplexed for a moment, until she started to back you into your desk.

It clicked for you then what she was doing, and you where by no means against it. She tentatively lifted you onto your desk and spread your legs slowly.

Then, she knelt down and rolled up your skirt. All this while keeping constant eye contact with you. She slowly removed your panties and then made her way to your heated core.

It was soaking.

Mon hummed in delight as she began licking and swirling her tongue in your folds.

You moaned out in agreement with her.

She lapped up your cunt in a oddly civilized yet carnal manner. At a steady pace, but in such a sinful way. She had your toes curling and your knuckles white from gripping your desk.

You came, moaning Mon’s name over and over again, your legs shaky and your eyes rolled back.

She cleaned you up completely with her tongue.

Mon stood back up, licking her lips.

She came up to you and kissed you, allowing you to taste yourself on her tongue and lips.

She stepped back from the kiss and whispered, “I‘ll come back. I’ll find you, I promise.”

You nodded. Even though your gut told you that you wouldn’t see her again…

As she was about to leave, you impulsively grabbed her wrist.

“Wait!” You said.

Mon looked back at you with soft, caring eyes.

“I love you, Mon Mothma.” you whispered.

Mon’s eyes brimmed with tears.

She took you in for one last, tear filled kiss.

“Oh my darling, I love you too.” she whispered through light sobs.

[adropinalimitlessocean]

Late musing on the Andor finale, but I didn't really understand Fiona Shaw's casting as Cassian's mother, and when she was killed off off screen it felt like such a waste. Then there was that posthumous speech and it all made sense

[raointean]

@tovezza 's tags are exactly right; "Andor" is a eulogy. It's about a character we, the audience, know to be dead. The story doesn't even focus that much on him. It focuses on the people around him and the impact he had on their lives. Y'know, like a eulogy does.

When I realize the intro theme we've been hearing in Andor the entire time is a funeral march