#sar wars

[organatwins]

jacen growing his hair out as caedus in order to remind himself of jaina vs jaina chopping her hair off after caedus dies to look more like jacen

(art log -> @2sdaynight )

[ogradyfilm]

Andor: The Terrible Mundanity of Evil

[The following essay contains MAJOR SPOILERS; YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!]

How does a totalitarian regime solidify its reign? Through fear and intimidation? Although the Star Wars saga’s nefarious Empire is no stranger to flashy shock and awe tactics (as evidenced by their propensity for planet-obliterating super weapons like the Death Star), Andor—the franchise’s most recent Disney+ series—reexamines this brute force strategy. Tyranny, writer Tony Gilroy argues, is at its most insidious when it subtly permeates all aspects of everyday life, desensitizing the populace to its presence; the machinery of subjugation becomes normal, mundane, inevitable. Indeed, the inherent inefficiency of the bloated, underfunded bureaucracy—the false promises, the inconsequential concessions, the tangled web of red tape—becomes so utterly boring that it’s almost a comfort.

The show’s prison arc—which finds our protagonist incarcerated (without trial) on a remote penal island—explores this theme in miniature. The facility’s security staff is surprisingly minimal; instead of being locked behind iron bars and beaten with truncheons, inmates are forced to perform monotonous menial labor on an assembly line—twelve-hour shifts every day until their sentences expire. The work is as competitive as it is repetitive: the most productive teams are granted insubstantial “rewards” (food that tastes marginally better than their usual flavorless nutrient paste), while those that “neglect their duties” are severely punished (remote electroshock torture). Additionally, certain trusties—such as Andy Serkis’ Kino Loy—wield a modicum of authority, acting as overseers and enforcing the guards’ stringent quotas. These methods serve to dehumanize and isolate the victims, reducing them to individual cogs in a much vaster mechanism: by exhausting them with tedious tasks, making them resent one another, and convincing them that they pose no significant threat, their jailers ensure that they become too resigned to the abusive treatment to deviate from the routine, much less rebel.

Fortunately, the Imperials fail to account for one crucial factor: compassion. Despite his stern exterior, Kino legitimately cares about the men under his supervision, encouraging them to endure their fatigue and despair because he genuinely believes that silent, submissive obedience will guarantee their survival. Thus, when he discovers that their toil is for naught—that the calendar counting down to their scheduled release date is a total fabrication, and they will merely be transferred from factory to factory for the remainder of their natural lifespans—he immediately joins Cassian’s uprising, using the skills that he’s acquired as a foreman to inspire cooperation and unity among his former subordinates:

There is one way out. Right now, the building is ours. You need to run, climb, kill! You need to help each other. You see someone who is confused, someone who is lost, you get them moving and you keep them moving until we put this place behind us. There are 5,000 of us. If we can fight half as hard as we've been working, we will be home in no time. One way out! One way out! One way out!

Once they finally breach the exterior doors, however, Kino reveals that he can go no further: the final stretch of their escape requires them to paddle across turbulent waters, and he never learned to swim. He knew from the beginning that he wouldn’t be able to reach freedom, participating in the revolt solely for the benefit of his comrades—a sacrifice that perfectly mirrors the iconic monologue delivered by Rebel spymaster Luthen Rael during the episode's conclusion:

I burn my decency for someone else's future. I burn my life to make a sunrise that I know I'll never see. And the ego that started this fight will never have a mirror or an audience or the light of gratitude.

When confronted with such altruism, despotism wilts and decays—as all systems of oppression should.

[thenotoriousscuttlecliff]

Mace: Why is your ship on fire?

Obi-Wan: I was having a problem with it and asked Anakin to fix it for me. He thought I meant in a mafia way.

[anncolt9]

[the-filminists]

Episode 20 - The Force Awakens - The Filminists

Episode 20 - The Force Awakens by The Filminists

"Practice self care, dont let your son murder you"

With just two days until the release of The Rise Of Skywalker we finally make it to the new movies!

[beeeeblebrox]

[sorryisuckatwriting]

Krennic Mornings

Warnings: pure sin

Word count: 924

Orson Krennic/reader

Why you decided to go out that night, you would never know, but one thing was for sure, you now lie naked next to your superior, none other than Director Krennic. Now, it wouldn’t have been much of a problem if it weren’t for the fact that both his arms were trapping you against his chest, forcing your head into the center of it. You had tried to wiggle your way out, but every time you tried, his grip only got tighter and he would murmur some slurred, unintelligible words in his sleep. So now you were lying on his chest with your eyes closed, hoping that her would wake up, think you asleep, and leave without a word. Unfortunately that was not the case as you felt the director’s breathing change, implying that he was waking up. “I know you’re awake.” You still stuck with your strategy and kept your eyes closed you felt a hand come up and stroke your hair. “There’s no fooling me (Y/N) .Open your eyes.” Apparently tired of your attempts, the same hand gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger and brought your face to look at him. At this point, you had opened your eyes and so met his icy blue gaze. “Now, that wasn’t so hard was it?” He closed your mouth, that was apparently open, with his thumb. You scrambled up off of him, only to end up tangled up in his sheets in your panic, and fell back on top of him. “Now now, don’t tell me you regretted last night.” He purred, rewrapping an arm around your waist while the other cupped you cheek and brought you to face him. He traced your lips with his thumb, pulling the bottom out and toyed with it. “Beautiful.” You reluctantly blushed and was unable to look away due to his hand. “Sir, I believe we are not-“ He cut you off by placing his lips on your’s. You tried to pull away, but he held your head, keeping you in place. He suckled your bottom lip between his teeth and lightly nipped at it, causing you to gasp. His tongue slipped into to your mouth. You cautiously kissed back and you found yourself flipped on your back. “Sir, I don’t think-“ He hushed you and kissed your neck. He nuzzled into your nape and nipped at certain areas. “Sir.” You sighed as he kissed lower. His lips surrounded a rosy nipple and sucked it into his mouth. Your hands flew into his hair, pulling him closer. You felt the rumble of his laugh against you. His other hand came up to play with your other bud, flicking and rolling it between two fingers. You moaned as he continued his assault. He switched sides, suckling the other peek and toying the other with his hand. Just went you thought it could get worse, he abandoned your breasts and kissed down your stomach and down your navel. His mouth stopped at your core. He left a light kiss on your clit before sucking it into his mouth. You screamed and pulled his hair. This only encouraged him and caused him to plunge a finger into you warm cavern. He then added a second finger as he viciously attacked. He replaced his fingers with his toungue and lapped at your juices. You screamed as you came. He looked up, his pupils blown huge, leaving only a small ring of blue around them. He wiped the juices surrounding his mouth off with the back of his hand and crawled back up to become face to face with you. He attacked your lips again, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue. He then turned to assault your neck and plunged two fingers into you,  pistoning quickly, forcing you to cum again. He moved as you came down from your high and lifted himself so that he hovered above you. You saw him grip himself and look at you as he teased the head again your lips before sinking himself to the hilt. You cried out and threw your arms around his shoulders. He picked up a leg and thrust deeper into you, this time hitting your cervix. “Such a good girl. Such a good fucking girl.” He growled as he quickened his pace. The headboard hit the wall as he continued to rut into you, trying to further burrow into you. A hand came down to rub at your cilt, sending you over the edge. You felt white waves crash over you. When you came to, Krennic was moving at what seemed to be an impossible speed, chasing his release. He grunted as he came, spilling himself inside you. His hips twitched and settled as streams of cum were released. He collapsed on top of you, breathing heavy, catching his breath. He leaned on his forearms above you after a few moments, and looked up and down your wiped out form. His gaze settled on your neck and he smirked, where, apparently, he left quite a display of red blotches running down your collar. He pulled out of you, his cum slowly dribbling down onto the sheets, and rolled over. An arm snaked around you and pulled you to him, head resting on his chest and the rest of you body snuggled against his side. “Sir, I really don’t think-“ He shushed her and replied “Call me Krennic little one, and I do believe I would like to do something like this again, if you wouldn’t mind.”

[ladysarah94]

Mr. Gleeson