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[aldereign]

the general & the girl. ☽  ( . . . ) a private and highly selective roleplay blog for princess leia organa from lucasfilm’s star wars.    SLOW REPLY &   MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE.      [by zoya,  pakistani-american she/they,   24]   also active on @saintsplanet affiliated with @flyfalcons​ @dualsuns​ ​ @amidalae​  this blog is extremely original character,  multi-muse,   and crossover friendly!  first established in decemeber 2020 and still going. | information.  

thematically focusing on : politics & rebellion, legacy & womanhood, devotion mistaken for duty, light that refuses to die. the general and the girl, both still learning how to survive. ♡

[hassan357]

Our campaign is in complete no donations are coming in, while my mother’s need for a cardiac device grows with every heartbeat.

Every moment without help is heavier on her heart… and on mine.

I’m watching her struggle, knowing that hope is still possible, but just out of reach.

If just 20 people donate $20, we can take a real step toward saving her life.

If you can, please help keep her alive. And if you can’t, then please share this someone out there could be the reason she lives.

Please donatiin in Link

[saintsplanet-old]

hi girlies.....you know i've been teasing a new blog/world etc etc and i'm proud to announce me and the group chat are finally ready to release our new project!!! we made a private formula one verse called aurelion racing, where i write the lead racer at @gridcrown !!! its a blog i've been working on behind the scenes for a little over a month now. gabi most generously is making another dual f1 oc blog found over at @raceoval and i would LOVE if everyone considered making f1 verses/blogs to join us!!!!!! below you'll find the rest of the team! esme and laurel are also joining us, so please consider giving them a follow soon <3

cassian drakov(demetrius) — team principal @ironlaps luca moretti(aisha) — rival driver @gridtempts selara sayegh(maryam) — lead aerodynamicist @aerooracle samira vale(fatimah) — former driver / legacy @gridmatriarch elias voss(stevens) — trackside operations @gridguardian soren virelli(aaron) — senior race engineer @gridlogic (tbd) naia zafiri(rani) — head of strategy @raceoracle (tbd)

[aldereign]

eid mubarak! the palestinian people continue to face a genocide at the hands of israel. this eid, i am donation matching all donations made to the al-sir family at their gofundme here. their family was displaced from khan yunis without clothes, furniture, blankets, or gas. his youngest son is only a few months old and baby formula is extremely expensive. please consider donating to his family at this link.

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

a whole bunch of gazan mutual aid projects and nonprofits. if the decision of which individual fundraiser to give to feels too daunting, or if you just want to help as many people as possible in one go, these are great initiatives to support.

care for gaza - focuses on providing food and essential supplies. donate here or here.

connecting humanity - securing internet access via donations of virtual sim cards (esims). if you can't afford a whole plan yourself, crips for esims is a communal pool that will use your donation to purchase and maintain esims

gaza soup kitchen - provides food, medical care, and classes for children. also has a gofundme

glia gaza medical support initiative - provides medical care through field clinics and tents at hospitals. donations can also be sent through their website.

ele elna elak - provides clean water, food, clothing, and shelter. they also have a gofundme

life for gaza - raising money for the gaza municipality to repair water and waste management infrastructure

taawon - partners with local civil organizations to provide food, water, medical care, shelter, and basic supplies

the sameer project - running various initiatives providing tents, medical care, and necessities. they have their own encampment project focused on sheltering families with children, sick and disabled members, or members in need of perinatal care

islamic relief worldwide's gaza emergency appeal - provides food, water, hygiene kits, medical supplies, and psychological support

baitulmaal - provides a variety of necessities, including food, water, shelter, and medical supplies

gaza mutual aid fund - distributes food, hygiene products, water, and other essential supplies, including financial support. run by @/el-shab-hussein's amazing friend Mona. updates can be found on her instagram.

hygiene kits for gaza - provides hygiene supplies including menstrual products, wipes, and toothbrushes/toothpaste

anera - provides a variety of necessities, including food, water, hygiene supplies, medicine, blankets and mattresses, and psychological care

palestine children's relief fund - provides supplies and support with a focus on children. also has an initiative for lebanon

dahnoun mutual aid - provides water, food, tents, baby supplies, financial support, and other necessities. updates can be found through their instagram

certainly this is not an exhaustive list, so please feel free to add on other projects or organizations that i didn't include. and as always, please take the time to donate if you can and share. it truly makes all the difference.

[aldereign]

today was the first day of ramadan, and i woke up before the sun with that quiet, electric kind of joy that only this month brings. there’s something so sacred about those early hours ,the stillness, the intention, the feeling that you are beginning again. ramadan always feels like a reset for my heart. a reminder of who i am outside of medicine and the life i lead with my fiance that often involves traveling and stepping so far away from my family and culture...this year feels different, though. i feel more focused, more grounded,more aware of why i’m working so hard in medicine. fasting teaches discipline, patience, empathy, and those are the same qualities i want to carry into every hospital room, every patient interaction, every future mission.

one of my biggest dreams is to one day work with doctors without borders and serve in places that need medical care most, most particularly gaza. the idea of being able to use my training not just for career milestones, but for real, urgent human need, is something that keeps me motivated on my hardest days. i know it won’t be easy. i know it will require skill, resilience, and courage. but ramadan reminds me that growth never comes from comfort. i want to be the kind of doctor who shows up when it’s hard. who stays when it’s overwhelming. who treats medicine as service, not status.

thank you to everyone who supports me, my family, my friends, my mentors, everyone here, for believing in my goals even when they feel big and far away. your encouragement makes this journey lighter. your prayers mean more than you know. ramadan mubarak 🌙 may this month purify our intentions, strengthen our discipline, and remind us that even small acts of goodness ripple further than we can see.

[aldereign]

the blast shakes the corridor hard enough to rattle old dust from the ceiling, light stuttering as alarms bleed red into the walls. leia barely has time to duck before the sound finds them again, closer this time, the kind of nearness that turns instinct into prayer. ❛ so much for laying low ❜ @nexusbeing's voice cuts through it — dry, almost amused, but leia knows that sound. it’s the one wanda uses when she refuses to let fear take the lead. leia glances sideways, catching the flash of her red scarf, the way wanda’s fingers curl around her blaster not tight, but certain. there is comfort in that certainty, dangerous as it is. ❛ we were never very good at quiet ❜ leia answers, breath stilling as another volley passes overhead. the war has taught her how to speak through chaos, how to let her voice remain steady even when everything else fractures. they move together without thinking, years of shared battles writing themselves into muscle memory. leia presses her back to the cold wall, eyes flicking to the far end of the corridor where smoke curls like a living thing. crossfire — imperial troops to the left, mercenaries to the right. no clean exit: there never are.

she risks another look at wanda then, and feels that familiar ache settle low in her chest — admiration tangled with something softer, something she does not have the luxury to name. wanda looks radiant even now, hair loose from its tie, eyes bright with focus and restrained fury. a rebel captain carved not from destiny, but from choice after choice made under pressure. ❛ do you remember the last safe house ? ❜ leia says suddenly, quietly, not because the moment calls for it but because she needs the anchor. she always does, when the world threatens to splinter. ❛ the gardens near the eastern spires. i used to think they were too still. too untouched to be real. ❜ another explosion. this one far closer. dust coats their boots. ❛ i would give anything for that stillness now ❜ she continues, gaze fixed somewhere past the smoke, past the war entirely. ❛ not because it was safe, but i didn't feel like i had to lead. (all this people. all these people are looking towards me). ❜ wanda doesn’t interrupt, she never does. that, more than anything, is how leia knows she loves her — that wanda lets her remember without trying to fix it. ❛ i didn’t mean to become this ❜ leia adds, softer now, the truth slipping through the cracks. ❛ the symbol, the plan, the general everyone waits on before they move. i only wanted to stop them. . . to protect what was left. ❜ she turns her head just enough to meet wanda’s eyes. the look they share is brief, dangerous in its honesty. ❛ but if this is what the war needs, then i will stand in it. ❜

[mcflymemes]

"STOP PUTTING YOURSELF INTO DANGER!" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for expressing your fear that the person you care about might get themselves hurt if they keep acting like this, adjust as necessary

i thought i told you to stay back.

i love you too much to let you get hurt like this.

this affects me, too, you know.

every time you leave, i sit up all night waiting, praying you'll come back alive.

you keep pulling stunts like this and something bad will happen.

do you have a death wish or something?

this isn't fair to me.

i deserve better than this.

i didn't get any sleep last night because i was so worried about you.

you promised me you'd stop going out at night.

i don't like hearing this.

you've been risking your life, and for what? so you can feel like a goddamn hero?

i said i would handle it.

what the fuck are you doing here?

you told me you'd stay put.

so much for laying low.

you remember how bad it was last time.

seems like you haven't learned anything.

i believe you promised me you'd lay low.

i can't keep doing this.

don't give me that look.

we'll discuss this later.

this stops now.

i'm tired of picking up the pieces once you've left.

you keep throwing yourself into danger.

you don't give a shit about yourself, do you?

i'm sitting here, worried out of my mind, while you're out doing god knows what.

that was really stupid of you, and you know it.

i thought you knew better than this.

what's your excuse this time?

you do realize what this does to me, right? seeing you get hurt like this? you know it hurts me, too?

you really don't give a shit how this affects me, huh.

that was the dumbest possible thing you could have done.

i need you to stop throwing yourself into harm's way.

that was completely unnecessary.

they had it handled.

you didn't need to step in like that.

why do you think you're invincible?

the last time you pulled a stunt like this, it nearly got you killed.

i can't just sit here and watch you get hurt.

what are you trying to prove?

you just like fucking with my heart, don't you.

this shit hurts me, too, you know.

you're not the only one affected by this shit.

you've got a lot of people counting on you to come home every night.

what happens if you don't come back?

you think we can just carry on without you?

you think i can handle things if you end up dead?

i'm not sticking around to watch you get hurt.

you're not even slick.

you think you're invincible, don't you.

quit pretending you've got everything under control.

let someone else do it for a change.

you can't keep putting yourself through shit like this and expect me to just sit back and watch.

i'm done with this.

next time you do this, i'm not coming back.

promise me this is the end.

look me in the eyes and tell me you'll stop doing this.

let the authorities deal with it.

you're making a big mistake.

is it worth dying for?

i've dealt with enough pain over the years.

[msetra]

i hate that i'm back to e-begging, it's a position i've never wanted to be in ever again, but the landlord just burst in through my door today demanding $1400 in back rent today. i've had a bad run of months where i simply wasn't getting enough shifts to cover all my rent (the restaurant is moving venues) and now i've dug myself a hole i can't get out of. i've tried my best to pay most of it off while looking for a new job/new apartment but i guess the stars just didn't align. it's my fault, i know it's my fault, but right now i don't have another option

i'm a trans woman living abroad if that's worth any sympathy, idk

[paypal] [ko-fi]

[aldereign]

happy new year we will see palestinian liberation in our life time we are one year closer to it, a december where palestine christians will celebrate the birthplace of their savior without worrying about being killed in endless violence, a year where ramadan is marked by joy and connection to Allah (SWT) and not senseless death at the hands of the imperailists. it is coming and each new year i am more hopeful than the last. may 2026 be wonderful for you all. 🤍

[aldereign]

happy six years since this godawful film

[aldereign]

thoughts about ob gyn : we don't pay these doctors enough, there is no reason there should be so much legal red tape to give our patients what we need to do, and any gynecologic surgeon should be treated with the same respect as a plastic surgeon/general surgeon.

[aldereign]

@impossiblies : [ ear ] sender taps their ear, indicating they cannot hear what receiver is saying. [ poe dameron. ]

she bends at the knee, bringing herself level with him, the fabric of her white robes pooling like soft clouds around her boots. the corridor hums with rebel activity, voices and footsteps echoing off durasteel, but she sees only him, a round-cheeked little boy with big brown eyes and a fiercely determined scowl, tapping at his ear like a tiny pilot giving a malfunction report. her heart softens instantly. something in her always softens around children… maybe because she never got to be one. ❝oh,❞ leia breathes, smile blooming warm across her face. ❝you can’t hear me?❞

she taps her own ear gently, mimicking him, exaggerating the motion the way adults do when speaking the private language of toddlers. then she leans closer, her voice becoming a soft, conspiratorial hush, the tone she once used to reassure frightened senators and now uses on frightened little boys. ❝that’s all right, ace,❞ she murmurs, letting the nickname fall sweet and natural. ❝even heroes have trouble with comms sometimes.❞ she reaches out, brushing an unruly curl from his forehead, her fingers careful, reverent, as though touching the future.

❝here,❞ she says, slowly, clearly, forming the words with her lips so he can see them. ❝can you see me?❞ she waits for his response. ❝good.❞ leia smiles again, brighter this time, a spark of alderaan’s old gentleness flickering in her eyes. ❝then i’ll talk with my hands.❞ and she does, lifting her palms, gesturing with elegant clarity, signing simple shapes she learned years ago on diplomatic missions. hello. are you all right? i’m right here. you’re safe. poe’s small hand lifts, mimicking half the shapes, close enough to make her laugh softly, a rare sound these days, bright as starlight. ❝yes,❞ she whispers, touching her forehead to his for a heartbeat. ❝that’s perfect. see? you're doing exactly what i said. ❞ in some hidden corner of the force, something answers her, a faint, warm thread connecting her to this brave little soul tapping insistently at his ear. she thinks, not for the last time: one day, this boy will fly.

[aldereign]

@flyfalcons : i know you love me. [ han solo. ]

the sentence strikes the air like a meteor, brash, confident. undeserved. and yet, it glows. for a heartbeat, leia is not the general, not the princess forged in fire and diplomacy, nor the survivor of a world reduced to dust. she is simply a woman standing in a hangar of flickering lights, face tilted toward a man who has made a weapon of charm, and a home of her stubborn, guarded heart.

the light catches in her hair, turning brown to gold as if the rebellion itself has crowned her again, but not as royalty, but as the living emblem of something rare and ruinous: hope. she stands very still, shoulders squared, as though bracing for blaster fire. because vulnerability, for her, has always been a more dangerous battlefield than any star system. her pulse betrays her. her breath catches. and the man before her watches every fracture in her armor with that maddening softness he pretends he doesn’t possess. she hates that he sees her. she hates that she wants him to.

❝ you think confidence counts as clairvoyance, ❞ she says lightly, but her voice carries the quiet thunder of a woman who has lost everything and still chooses to rise. the distance between them is nothing, a sliver of air, charged with history, grief, and the impossible tenderness of two survivors learning how to reach for something that isn’t war. her eyes lift to his, dark with all the galaxies she has sworn to defend. ❝ i don’t love easily, ❞ leia murmurs, each word a shard of starlight carved into truth. ❝ and i don’t love lightly. ❞ her heart stumbles, traitorous, alive, and for the first time in what feels like years, she lets herself feel the weight of being wanted . . . not as a symbol, not as a leader, not as a legacy that they blast across each rebellion hologram. but simply as leia. she steps closer, until she can taste the warmth of him in the air between them.

❝ but if you believe you know my heart, han, ❞ her voice softens, threads of steel and starlight intertwined. ❝ then i hope you can protect it. ❞ as deeply as i have protected the rebellion. the silence that follows is electric, crackling with the gravity of promises unspoken her fingers brush his, barely, accidentally-on-purpose, and the contact is a quiet detonation. ❝ because hope is the most dangerous thing i carry, ❞ she whispers, eyes bright as the edge of dawn. and she lets him see it, truly see it. all of it: the hope, the terror, the longing, the reckless belief that maybe, after everything, she is allowed to have someone who stays. someone who returns. someone who loves her back. [ someone like him. ] ❝ so yes, ❞ leia breathes, the truth curling warm and luminous between them, ❝ i love you. ❞ a confession not of surrender, but of defiance. to love him is to love the rebellion. to rebel, to be selfish. and she loves him. deeply. truly.

[aldereign]

i've just been told that when i tagged people on that dash meme it sent everyone 13 notifications so i would like to announce i am promptly deleting my blog

[aldereign]

i am in a personal hell

[aldereign]

game : muse in pixels

tagged by: @feliney + @loveologie

tagging: @nexusbeing @saintsknight @anoffering @folkpoet @warplanet @starfares @warbyrds @soulbarer @ruskayas @nekuromansa @funkydaze @decomplex and u

[h-l-w]

Words from Iphigenia among the Taurians (Euripides) translated by Anne Carson

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