#sw positive

[1-dum-bitch]

What does Swerfs mean and y die??

Sex Worker Exclusionary Radical Feminist, and because they identify with mainstream feminism but maintain internalized puritanical ethics in some form. This is a Sex Worker positive and supportive space. If you believe SWs are lesser in any way because of their profession, reconsider your life priorities and simply cease. Hating child/human trafficking in the porn industry is reasonable and encouraged, but generalizing porn as blanket statement Bad™️ is narrow minded and dismissive of nuance. SWERFs need to grow up and respect bodily autonomy across the board. If you're not hurting anyone (including yourself) we're chill. Directing hate and passing judgement for an entire industry on the individual employees is only making the issue worse. There are plenty of things to be upset about in that, but hating on SWs for it is like being pissed at Amazon drivers for the inhumane ethics and practices company wide.

And in case anyone comes across this and wants to condemn me personally, I am asexual with a low libido, and also not a sex worker. I consume video porn incredibly rarely. But just like I am personally unveiled, I support the right for others to choose to wear hijabs or scarfs or veils or other headwear, for religious or personal reasons. It would be incredibly entitled of me to cry about something that is none of my business and is also deeply significant to others.

Hope that clears things up 👍

[kodaswrld]

subtle ways to feel tiny 24/7

attach charms to your keychain, carry around a smaller backpack, listen to nostalgic SFW music, play with fidget toys and chewables, cut your food up into fun shapes, wear overalls or rompers, look at kidcore or childhood blogs, color with crayons or markers, have tons of patterned socks, put at least one plush on your bed, cover your water bottle in stickers, drink juice with one of your meals, style your hair with funky clips, enjoy wholesome video games, sleep in long fuzzy animal onesies, buy yourself a fuzzy blanket, use pins all over your backpack, watch disney / studio ghibli movies, have a nightlight for your bedroom, try to not use bad language and be kind and caring to others!

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[yiliy]

"The callousness of it all struck Obi-Wan profoundly. Units. Final product. These were living beings they were talking about. Living, breathing, and thinking. To create clones for such a singular purpose, under such control, even stealing half their childhood for efficiency, ..."

"Obi-Wan looked up at the Kaminoan, to see his eyes glowing with pride as he looked out upon his creation. There were no ethical dilemmas as far as Lama Su was concerned, Obi-Wan knew immediately. Perhaps that was why the Kaminoans were so good at cloning: their consciences never got in the way.

Lama Su looked down at him, smiling widely, prompting a response, and Obi-Wan offered a silent nod.

Yes, they were magnificent, and the Jedi could only imagine the brutal efficiency this group would exhibit in battle, in the arena for which they were grown.

Once again, a shudder coursed down Obi-Wan Kenobi’s spine."

Star Wars - Episode II - Attack of the Clones Novelization

by R. A. Salvatore

[izzystizzys]

TW: discussion of something approximating suicidal tendencies but with the usual crack programming of this blog

“Ah, High General Windu”, says Fox, pleasantly. “So we meet again.”

High General Windu raises an unimpressed eyebrow at him, Fox thinks, though it’s getting hard to tell with all the blood rushing to his head. “If I let you go, will you try to throw yourself out of another window?”

Fox makes a vague shrugging motion - or tries to, anyways. It’s hard to tell where any of his limbs are going, hanging upside down in the air as he is. “I am willing to discuss terms.” A bridge will do just fine.

Impossibly, the High General’s eyebrows climb even further up his forehead. “A compromise, then, esteemed Commander.” And so, he righths Fox the head way up in the air, but leaves him floating just above the ground, at which point several painted shells come skidding around the corner followed by billowing robes and screeches.

“WHAT”, says Kote, calmly, “THE BANTHA-KARKED, FORCE-LOVING KRIFF, FOX.”

“You’ll short out your helmet mic”, Fox advises him, sagely. Fondly, he thinks back to decimating his own on only his second time in the newly-christened official Coruscant Guard Scream Closet. He’d just received the comm about the Zillo Beast being transported to 000, and made sure to take his bucket off thereafter to improve the quality of his closet time.

High General Windu’s face does something complicated between sympathy and constipation.

Because the Galaxy doesn’t hate Fox enough already and Cody wasn’t enough on his own, Wolffe elbows his way through their batch to plant himself in front of him, shoulders squared and shaking with repressed rage. “If you try that again, dickhead”, he begins, in a low growl that quite frankly sounds more cringe that intimidating, “I’m going to resurrect you and then kill you again.”

“Ah, Wolffe”, Plo Koon says, in his deep, shivery timbre, “Remember our conversations about effective conflict resolution and communication of needs?”

Wolffe’s eyes narrow at Fox, because all non-Guard are sweet summer children who walk around buckets off on 000 like absolute lunatics. Fox prays they never have to find out why that’s a bad idea. “I feel”, his ori’vod presses out between clenched teeth, “that if you make me watch you throw yourself out of another window, I’m going to jump after you and strangle you on the way down, you little bitch.”

“That’s fair”, says Fox, and watches High General Kenobi bury his face in his hands. Wolffe twitches in place and makes an aborted groaning noise, the hypocrite.

“Excuse me, High Marshall Commander Fox, but I fail to see what’s so dire about this situation that the Jedi High Council and your brothers cannot help you solve”, says Windu, the only sane one left on this Force-forsaken bloated corpse of a planet. Behind the gaggle of Jedi and ori’vode already gathered in front of Fox, the rest of them come veering around the corner in a commotion that’s quite frankly embarrassing. High General Yoda is mounted on Skywalker’s back like he’s a race-Eopie, which is Fox’ only consolation.

He got up this morning at 0300, bleary-eyed and with a pounding headache as always, and all was right in the world. And then Fox got called into the Jedi High Council’s chambers and was ceremoniously informed that in the wake of Chancellor Palpatine’s unfortunate demise (hah), and through the emergency state of the Senate, as well as several invented promotions foisted on Fox to make the delegation of any and all paperwork less shady, he was now next in the chain of command and-

Well, Fox is the acting Chancellor, in short.

Haha, he had said, and been meet with several seconds of silence, until it got both awkward and exceedingly painful. Wait, he’d said. You’re kriffing serious.

Kriffing serious, we are, had said High General Yoda, and thus Fox launched himself out the first best window with a maniacal cackle of, you’ll have to catch me first!

And catch him, High General Windu sure did.

“The will of the Force this is”, Yoda interrupts Fox’ train of thought. He scans him thoughtfully from beneath his wizened brow, and hems to himself. “Shake things up, this will. Determine the fate of the Galaxy, this shall. A feeling, I have, that a good Chancellor you will make. A better one, hmmm.”

“That’d be high praise, if not for the fact that a dead lemming would make for a better Chancellor than the last one”, says Fox, drawing and indignant gasp from Skywalker. He doesn’t bother with either that or the green goblin’s cackle, lost in the deep sense of resignation that settles over his shoulders like a suffocating blanket.

“Alright, then, get me Thorn on the comm. As my first act in office, I’m firing all the Jedi. No offense, but you’re kind of a disaster. Then, someone get me to the Chancellor’s office, I’m calling Dooku to let him know the war’s off. And please get me Judicial, they’ll be up all night working on my datafolders - I’m having the Senate arrested.”

“Who - is - arresting - “, Bly pants, hands on his knees from where he’s just come sprinting around the corner with his Jedi.

Underneath his bucket, Fox smiles a smile that’s all teeth. “The Senate”, he says, sweetly, wondering if he’s just imagined the shiver that’s gone through the room. “I’m suing the Senate, and taking them all into temporary custody for abuse of sentient rights.”

[intermundia]

one thing i love about star wars is that the jedi are monks with dangerous psychic space magic, and so they're monks on purpose. they're joyfully and intentionally participating in their institution and finding meaning and happiness in life as monks—anakin is the exception that proves the rule!

it makes me happy to see as many people in the world live like this, and are quite happy with rich, full lives in fellowship with their fellow monks, practicing the tenets of their philosophies, studying the world and themselves, handing down their traditions and wisdom, always helping others; this is such a valid and good way to live, not any kind of oppression.

if anakin had been less selfish, if he had internalized and practiced the jedi philosophy of moderation and compassion, he could have had a rich, happy life (if only he lived in an age without the malice and menace of the sith!) and that's the root of his tragedy that he turned away from those bonds and generous purpose toward his own private pleasure.

it's not easy to practice discipline, but it's so worth it, both for you and everyone whose lives you can touch. it bothers me when i see comments openly and offensively denigrating all organized living; the individualistic amatonormative anti-religion biases of sw fandom are unfortunately on almost continual display. not all religions and religious organizations are abusive and controlling!

i believe from the bottom of my aromantic heart that one don't need romantic love and a nuclear family to be a full human being with a good life. these monks follow their philosophy of moderation and discipline in fellowship with their monastic fellows on purpose and by choice so they can serve the galaxy, and this is such a commendable life full of meaning and love.

the tragedy of their genocide is visible in how that force of generosity and hope for the galaxy was wiped away, for the violent enforcement of a brutal era of exploitation and greed. when luke restores the order and the jedi return, that form of joy in service and endless compassion is returned too. it's a beautiful thing that continually inspires me to live a better and more moderate and generous life.

[starbeltconstellation]

Helloooo, to all SW fans! 👋

Sooo, I have decided to make this like a… monthly? 🤔🤔 Reblog, to search for other like minded pro Jedi individuals like myself in the SW fandom, so I can find more of my little fandom corner.

So! 😁 I humbly ask those that are Pro Jedi, and do NOT blame them for their own genocide (🤦‍♀️🤢🥶) to reblog or like this post, so I can follow more SW fandom blogs.

I also would follow fans who are Anakin critical/anti Anakin. Although I’m more of a pro Jedi fan who still has sympathy and SO much love for Anakin’s character (🥲💔❤️), while still realizing the fault lies with himself, I also enjoy reading a lot of critical analysis on his character too.

But any Anakin fans who love him to death like me and aren’t afraid to hear criticism are welcome to like this post too! ❤️

The same goes with pro Jedi/pro clone blogs. The Jedi are my ultimate favorite blorbos, but the clones are also so very dear to me, and I love to read headcanons about them. 💕

Hopefully this isn’t a weird post. Lol. 😅🫣😂 I just thought this was a good way to expand outward into more fandom territory.

Thanks! 😜💕❤️✨

[legobenkenobi]

there is quite genuinely not one single day where i don’t think about this and feel like i’m going to be fucking sick.

they purposely isolated Cody from not only grieving over Obi-Wan but also from other people close to Obi-Wan because they didn’t want any risk of the mission failing. i’m gonna be fucking SICK do NOT talk to me!!!!!

[teamhangaround]

Workplace harassment

[isagrimorie]

Star Wars Ahsoka, 1E07 - Dreams and Madness

It's like, for the first time in many years, Ahsoka can breathe again.

Bonus:

The box of Anakin's memories.

[prettyacademia00]

silly headcanon time!!

there's more than just 12 chairs in the jedi high council rooms, but not so many that you can pick too differently, maybe 14-15, and they're all different shapes and sizes depending on the species's needs but now it's become a competition for the best and comfiest chairs and pranks

yoda unnecessarily grabs the biggest one that fits him more like a bed than a chair

obi-wan picks the most dramatic chaise-like chair that he can lounge on

oppo rancisis has it easy cuz no one usually picks his chair unless messing with him

kit brings one of those little inflatable kiddie pools to fill up with water

cue mace being held back for some reason and forced to sit his 6'3 self on the tiniest chairs intended for yoda or yaddle

padawans being sent up ahead of their masters to pick their seat for them!! unfortunately, they may possibly be bribed by other masters

padawan depa always knew which was her master's favorite chair, but master depa??? full on duels between the former master-padawan duo for the chair unless caleb grabbed it for her first

anakin always picked the worst chairs to no one's surprise

[anuspastor]

sharing your shadows, holding your words

[jewishcissiekj]

ugh one of the most tragic things about Order 66 and the Jedi Purge is the erasure of all that history by the Empire and by time. More than just history, it's the erasure of culture, the purposeful cleansing of the Jedi ways and people from the Galaxy. All these stories and people were lost, not to time, but by the intentional extinction of everything they ever were. In Crimson Reign #3, The Archivist (written by Charles Soule) puts it in a way that genuinely struck me when I was reading it.

You don't have to read all that, but I feel like it drives the point across wonderfully. The Jedi Order not only died because of Order 66 and the Purge, but the very idea of it was also made into a death sentence. Each Jedi's life, before the Empire, was preserved through the seemingly eternal memory of the Order, the Jedi Archives, or their lineage, and those who took their path. The Empire erased any trace of that memory, collapsing the tradition of millennia. As a Jedi, you are almost ensured to be remembered, and your actions are certain to have echoes throughout the ages. The Empire, and more specifically Palpatine I should probably say, did everything to take it away. What's left of The High Republic? What's left of the heroics of generations of Jedi? What's left of their life stories? Their meditation or lightsaber techniques? It's the tragedy of the Jedi order, and it goes so much deeper than the awful loss of about 10,000 Jedi during Order 66 and the purge (not that that should be underestimated).

[kodaswrld]

reminders for regressors! 💫

🪐 - your regression is not weird, gross, or wrong

🪐 - it’s ok if your regression isn’t “aesthetic” like you see online

🪐- you don’t need a caregiver if you don’t want or can’t find one

🪐 - it’s ok if you experience involuntary regression or if regression isn’t a good experience for you

🪐 - you don’t have to tell anyone about your regression if you don’t want to

🪐 - it’s ok if you can’t get or don’t want any agere gear

🪐 - you’re valid if you regress to an older child or teen

🪐 - it’s ok if you don’t regress often, or if you prefer being a caregiver

🪐 - you’re valid if you can regress really easily, or if it’s really difficult for you to regress

🪐 - you don’t have to “grow out” of regressing, and you will never be too old to regress 

🪐 - your regression is unique to you, and there’s no wrong way to experience it

dividers made by me

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[mayawakening]

Kallus has been sent by Rebel intelligence to stealthily infiltrate a ship he had previously been assigned to, along with another ex-imperial who had also been on the same ship.

They are currently hiding in an empty multi-bunk cabin room:

Kallus, whispering: Alright, we need to get to the galley without being heard or seen, I propose we take this hall here, then cross through this room here.

Ex-Imp: Naw man, we can go this way. *pries open a wall panel, revealing a maintenance tunnel*

Kallus: How....did you know that was there?

Ex-Imp, sheepishly: I used to go through here to avoid you and raid the conservator during sleep hours. I was pretty sure you were on to me a couple of times, but apparently not.

Kallus, exasperated, massaging his temples: You are VERY lucky this is beneficial information at present...

[aardwolfpunx]

punk as in i support SW

punk as in i support all plurality

punk as in i support “contradictory” or “cringe” queerness

punk as in i support all disabled people

punk as in i support alterhumans/nonhumans

punk as in i support

[intermundia]

there are a lot of ways that stover could have chosen to describe how anakin and obi-wan fly next to each other in the "perfectly mirrored rolls" of the opening of rots, but saying they "twisted and flashed past each other belly-to-belly, close enough to scorch each other's paint" is certainly.. an evocative choice.