wait: anakin only had one gene donor. the only genes he’s carrying, apparently, are his mother’s, and the force bullshitted the rest. so, if you were to try and clone him - wouldn’t you just get clones of shmi?
imagine palpatine trying to clone vader and ending up teenage shmi skywalker, here to fuck you up
That might explain Rey…
That… That’s.. A shockingly good idea. It helps that it fits the casting perfectly.
If this were the case, it would mean that Rey could legitimately say to Luke “I am your father.”
And it’d be true, from a certain point of view. :)
*pulls up pictures of Shmi and Rey*
….
Holy shit, that could totally work
I have never wanted anything as much as I want this to be canon. NEVER.
this is the only ‘Rey comes by her Force sense/badassery from somebody else’ version I can accept.
yol-ande asked: Oh oh oh, I saw you ship Damerons, could you write something ridiculously fluffy with Finn being badass, while Rey and Poe are all starry-eyed over it? This fandom needs more Finn love. (And I need all of the fluff)
Okay I’m so sorry for the delay but HERE. Also, bear with me, there is in fact some fluff here, but this kind of turned into a crash course in my favorite tropes, so the fluff is…at the end. We’ve got dramatic rescues! We’ve got canon references! We’ve got hurt/comfort after interrogation! We’ve got the Damerons being stupid in love with each other! We’ve got Rey being deadly as fuck even severely compromised! We’ve got Finn the patron saint of revolution! We’ve got disguises and drugs and sweary droids! And eventually we’ve got fluff. Also this is like…twelve pages, pushing 6K, I have no excuse. I’ve also decided that Shinedown’s Cut The Cord is the new theme song for the Stormtrooper revolution.
Poe wasn’t sure how long they had been there—definitely days, but probably not more than a dozen. Probably. It was hard to tell, with irregular ration schedules, and there were no other prisoners in their dark cell to ask. The brig was far from the hull of the vast First Order battlecruiser, too, and although the impenetrable black wouldn’t have helped with timekeeping, he wished they could at least see the stars.
They didn’t seem interested in him, but they had taken Rey from him three times since they were first captured—all his injuries were from trying to keep them from taking her, against her direct orders. The first time, she had walked, as graceful and serene as a dead moon, between the Stormtroopers. She had been weak with the cuffs on her wrists, cutting her off from the Force, clean and crisp as a lightsaber slash, but she was strong. They had returned her to him bruised and exhausted, wilted with it, and she had bared all her teeth at him proudly and snarled that they would never get answers out of her.
Tumblr just recommended me a Rey/Kylo Ren blog and I just.
You come into my house?? And suggest that my sunshine-sand-scrapyard daughter and Crylo Ren be a thing that I ship?
I FUCKIGN
the-capricious-one asked: Rey- who is the hero that everyone loves and they never can?
- Here’s the one thing you need to remember about Rey: she grew up alone and starving, lonely and unloved, desperate for companionship, hungry for family. She remembers catching sight of her reflection at eight or so: a collection of bones and skin with scabs at the corner of her mouth and dust clogging her hair and bruises on her hands and split-open red knuckles from beating up a thief who tried to make off with her haul (no haul, no food; you die if you don’t eat. She knows this better than anything, she’s seen it happen, she knows what it is to starve
- Anyway: this is a girl who never had a childhood and the instant she meets a child, an actual honest-to-Force child, with big dark eyes and soft skin and chubby cheeks (why does she want to pinch them? is this a normal reaction) she is overcome by a surge of feral, ferocious protectiveness. She wasn’t protected as a child, not ever, and now she’s damned if she’s ever going to let another little one end up with red knuckles and skin stretched hard over the angles of their ribs.
- She says to Leia: I was hurt when I was little, left on my own, left – and the word abandoned stutters against her teeth. And I don’t ever want anyone to suffer like that, not ever and Leia thinks that once there was a boy who felt unloved and alone and drew the absolute opposite conclusion (I am suffering; thus, everyone else must also suffer)
- And, eventually, she learns of the tragic tale of Anakin Skywalker, he who became Darth Vader, and she feels pity for him, for the Force is a cruel mother, and her favour comes with a steep price. And Rey knows what it is to feel the pulse of the universe in your bones. She knows what it is to be so full of power you choke on it, she knows how addictive it is to see injustice and think if I ruled this place, I would be better.
- She knows, that’s the point. And she pities him, and she understands, and then she has a spare evening and plunges into the data-records of the Old Republic and she reads about the massacre at the temple.
- Little ones. Lonely ones. Little ones stolen from their families and given weapons to hold instead of hands, asking Master Skywalker there are too many of them and little ones who didn’t expect to be protected, little ones ready to fight, and did they have bruises on their knuckles as well? Rey understands that training is imperative, that children who are strong with the Force need guidance, but –
- They were children. In his care. He killed them.
- That’s the story, the whole story, and nothing before or after can justify the single evening in the temple. Did he hold his wife after, did he touch her pregnant belly, did he tell his twins he loved them?
- Luke tries to speak of redemption. Rey spits on the floor, because she’s an ill-bred desert girl who would die ten thousand deaths before lifting her lightsabre to an innocent. And good is not always nice, and she tells Luke to his face that his father was a monster and ever shall be. Little broken bodies, she says. Her eyes flare. The Force, around her, crackles with anger: the shining heat of the desert.
- That night, Luke dreams of his father. I’m sorry, he says. Your granddaughter hates you – but Anakin Skywalker smiles.
- Good, he says.
Anonymous asked: Omg for that cannon thing can you please do Grantaire from Les mis and rey from Star wars??
Mmmm YEAH. From this thing.
Grantaire
- Canon: Grantaire is a boxer, fencer, and dancer. I know these are common knowledge, but I feel like there are some really glorious opportunities afforded there. He’s also evidently well-studied, just…in really random stuff, which speaks to me.
- Headcanon: Even supposing he’d lived through June 6th, Grantaire wouldn’t have survived long without his friends. He’d have faded away, been found dead in the street within a month.
- Heartcanon: This is, what, what I think should have happened? I don’t know, might’ve been nice if someone lived?
- Soulcanon: I might have liked a little more description of the death scene, Vic! Would’ve been nice! But my firm belief is that Enjolras probably died pretty much on impact, whereas Grantaire took a minute or two to bleed out. He didn’t mind, because he fell looking at Enjolras’ face, angled so that the other man looked alive and merely pensive, and he’d say there are worst last sights. He kept his grip on Enjolras’ hand until he was finally too weak to force his muscles to cooperate.
- Crotchcanon: Sooooo the night before the barricades rose Enjolras probably decided…well, eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we may die. ‘Be merry’ here accompanied by an intense eyebrow wriggle. Fight me. Grantaire figured that at least this way he would know that Enjolras’ skin tasted like before they died. If I ever wrote fic for this ‘and then there was wildly improbable sex’ incident, it would be intense angst.
Rey, my own sunshine daughter
- Canon: Rey is flawless. Rey built her speeder and taught herself quarterstaff fighting. I hear she refused to trade a droid even though she was offered sixty portions. I hear she managed to fly the Millennium Falcon through an old star destroyer on her first try. She met Han Solo and he offered her a job. One time she lightsabered Kylo Ren in the face. It was awesome.
- Headcanon: Rey has definitely…done what needed to be done. By which I mean she’s definitely killed a dude, and possibly eaten them, depending on how strapped she was for sustenance at the time.
- Heartcanon: I appreciate why Rey didn’t kill Kylo at the end of the movie. Nonetheless, that hunting-wolf prowl with her teeth bared and the light of a dying star on her skin really did it for me, and I might have liked to see them deal with the fact that even Jedi kill, sometimes. And Rey’s NOT a Jedi, is the thing, so–yeah. Basically the summary here is that I want to see Rey kill a dude with a lightsaber. Kylo would be ideal, but not at all mandatory. I also really want to see her talk to a Force ghost, and I really, really want that Force ghost to be Anakin Skywalker. I am only interested in the Rey Skywalker thing insofar as it makes her Anakin’s granddaughter, not Luke’s kid (I’d love it if she was Leia’s kid, Rey Organa is also a plot I’m into, but that seems a little less likely), although I feel like Rey as the savior of the Force Mark III is really excellent.
- Soulcanon: Okay but as long as we’re playing defiance-of-all-reason, what I really want is for Rey to be a midichlorian pregnancy. The Force decides that the last go-round of a Chosen One went horribly awry (although I have some thoughts on whether that…is strictly speaking true, in the Force’s eyes), so this time, the Force is like “I’m gonna do it again, and it’s going to be another angry sand orphan, but instead of an ex-slave who immediately gets indoctrinated into a powerfully repressive and increasingly rickety ancient Order, it’s going to be a scavenger with a moral backbone like soldered titanium and a quarterstaff, and she’s just gonna fucking wreck people with both.” And the Force drags Rey kicking and screaming into her destiny and drops her in Luke’s lap like “Be nice to your auntie, bye-bye now” and Luke is like “Um…I don’t deserve this.” Luke, you fucked off into exile for fifteen years and left your sister to run another rebellion, this time against her son. You deserve to have your Force-auntie fucking wreck you with her stick and her moral backbone.
- Crotchcanon: Um…the OT3 is a thing and y’all can fight me. The Damerons. Poe struggles for a little while with the fact that he seems to have two (young) heroes trying to actively seduce him, in their awkward ways. Rey’s version of ‘seduction’ is just to press various foodstuffs into his hands and watch with an eager smile as he eats them, Finn’s is a little more like actual flirting, but not a lot. Finally he just comes back to his quarters (he has a private room by virtue of being a squad leader) and finds Rey literally sitting naked on his bed, legs crossed and calm as when she’s polishing BB-8′s optical sensor. Finn apologizes, hovering anxiously near the wall, and says that they’ve been trying to convince him to date them but he doesn’t seem to get the message, so Rey got impatient. Poe gives in to the inevitable. And then there’s sex. Lots of sex. Poe gets the shock of the decade when ever-so-serious General Organa reaches up to clap him on the shoulder in approval, once the others let him out of his quarters again.
help them, poe dameron; you’re their only hope
fast lil doodle from @imaginarygolux‘s Tastes Like Ration Bar
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Finn, Rey, and Poe seem like the kind of people who’d have a relationship that requires a very strict ratio of 2 human disasters to 1 mature adult, and they rotate turns about who has to be responsible.
Like Poe comes back from a meeting to find Rey and Finn both wearing buckets on their head as they blindly sock wrestle (half a dozen pilots in a circle around them, egging them on) and Poe’s first thought is, “shit, they’re both already wrestling so I have to be referee.”
(Source: andhumanslovedstories, via cthulhu-with-a-fez)
First Order!Rey |
I thinkI can handle myself.#wow #SHOCKINGLY into this #i love this #can you imagine if she had been raised as a weapon to the first order’s hand #all that rage and wildness and hunger #given a lightsaber and unleashed on the world #forget the knights of ren #rey would never be part of a group like that #she would be half-controlled and half-feral #not a sith #something ELSE something cruel and razor-edged and fey #like a fire set to consume what she could of the world and drown the rest in smoke #and snoke would live with the whisper of the force that someday she might consume him #imagine if kylo ren was still brought into the first order and the first thing he met was rey #the force alight around her hands and glowing in her eyes #its favorite sunlit daughter with all the power of ages and all the hunger of a wolf #kylo would hate her #everything she was and everything he wasn’t #because kylo ren is not a wolf he is a dog who was convinced to accept the chain as a sign of his ferocity #and rey #rey is a wolf #all sharp teeth and fur gilded by starlight and blood madness #you can see it in the moment before she chooses not to kill him in the movie #her teeth are bared and there is the light of a dying star on her shoulders and her eyes are wild #rey would eat worlds whole and drink the fire of stars as her due #snoke would not survive having rey as his apprentice she would shake off her chains in shatters #and wash away her fear in the blood of those who frightened her #i need this
#this would be an amazing au and i need it like breathing
Funny you say that, my buddy, because I wrote all those tags and scoured the Internet and discovered no one had anticipated this INCREDIBLY SPECIFIC DESIRE and, since I was literally drowning in how much I needed that AU, I wrote the damn thing myself.
(Source: lucassfilm, via primarybufferpanel)
LUKE SKYWALKER: Myth is so much more important and true than history.
LEIA ORGANA: Well, history is just journalism, and you know how reliable that is.
….The new documentary THE RESISTANCE tells the eye-opening history of the Second Galactic Civil War from the point of view of those who fought in it. To capture this vantage point, director R.B. Arraneth has gathered together the rare candid holo footage of its soldiers, pilots, droids, and lauded generals, splicing it together with interviews and excerpts of their own words. The result is an intimate portrait of the heroes of the Resistance, as they truly were.
“The documentary explores how life actually was on the ground of an ongoing conflict,” says Arraneth. “Though it profiles of a handful of soldiers, it is really meant to serve as a reflection on us in a post-Civil War galaxy, and the sense of mythos we project on the people who fought in it.“
THE RESISTANCE is a tragic, heartening, personizing, and revelatory report from the front lines of a struggle that spanned the known galaxy.
#no shut up I want this and I’ll never get it and it breaks my heart #somewhere on the resistance base is that one weirdo who insists on whipping out their holocorder at the slightest provocation #who has several terabytes of grainy holo footage—poe crooning lullabies over bb-8 as she powers down #jess and iolo playing sabacc under the wing of a x-wing as a storm howls outside the hangar #the time the fire alarms—of all things—roused them all from their beds and the general showed up at command barefoot #her hair down around her shoulders; down to her waist #intelligence throws the best parties (no one asks where they get the top-shelf liquor and expensive food #everyone is a little afraid of intel) and there’s hours of footage with the resistance #all of them #(war is good for snatching a little bit of immortality while you can get it) #and then thirty years later when they’re all old and graying and have their own babies they’re raising in the beautiful new galaxy #some kid is going through the archives and finds all of it; all the moments preserved in grainy holo footage #the first time rey levitated a rock with the force; finn’s terrible jokes #poe wide-eyed and high on caf talking a thousand words a minute with rey about some mechanical detail about x-wings #every argument luke and leia had about how big the exhaust port was on the death star and what happened at jabba’s #and this kid going through this footage of all these larger than life heroes—this kid falls in love #and makes a movie #and I get stupid emotional thinking about it so NOW YOU ALL HAVE TO ENDURE ME THINKING ABOUT IT (via @notbecauseofvictories)
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