Little Acts of Resistance headcanon: Fashion edition
There is no way around a fact that the First Order concept and culture is deeply and uncritically inspired by Nazi imagery. I am still pissed off at creative decision to use Nazi chic IN SPACE! like you wouldn’t believe. I am also very spiteful, hence this headcanon.
Every person with vaguest idea about history of fashion knows that while Nazi uniforms were admittedly very stylish, they were also incredibly uncomfortable for the wearers. I like to imagine it’s the same case for the First Order uniforms. They certainly look like they could be.
So, imagine: at one of the deeply First Order worlds lives a fashion designer. He doesn’t really have a means to actively fight a regime. On the other hand, he has mouths to feed and workers that depending on him.
That doesn’t mean he can’t make nuisance of himself, though. And he can do it without the First Order noticing that something is amiss, even.
He gets a contract for designing and producing uniforms for officers and civilian dignitaries.
And then he gleefully makes them the most uncomfortable things ever conceived by fashion. All in the name of ~aesthetics~, of course. Of course.
(I like to think it’s generational tradition. The Empire’s boner on capes isn’t very practical, either.)
It’s the little things.
The algorithm for tailoring commissioned officers’ uniforms is one of his favorites.
It looks good. It’s trim and chic and the lines are perfect.
It digs into your waist when you sit down. It tugs gently at the front of your thighs. It pulls down in the back so you feel a tiny bit awkward and always worry about your tunic riding up and exposing a bit of flesh. Attempts to tug it up a little come to no avail.
It’s always just a tiny bit too close at the throat. The inner lining rests above the wristbones, making you feel like your sleeves are too short. The fabric is a little too thick, creasing uncomfortably inside elbows and knees when these joints are bent too far. It does not hide stains at all.
His copy reads brilliantly, if he does say so himself. “Our tailoring programs custom-fit every piece to your specific measurements.” True. “The resulting uniform works with your unique body shape to create a flawless image.” Also true. “The absolute best in military fashion for the absolute best in military history.” Fashion being, as one Coruscanti critic back in the Republic days put it, “the priority of people who never have to sit down.”
The outer fabric is sturdy, matte, and able to repel low-level energy bolts. It will also do a great deal to resist a vibroknife. The specialized equipment necessary for cutting the pieces out add quite a bit to the price, to the point where they cut significantly into his profits, but all will be well worth it the first time somebody attempts to have their uniform retailored. Moreover, the fabric is an astoundingly poor insulator, and even worse at blocking the wind.
The lining is soft, pleasant to touch, with a tendency to grab and bind when slid and pressed against skin. Say, like when you sit down. Its insulating qualities do as little as possible to make up for where the outer fabric is lacking in that regard, and it tends toward clamminess when wet, and is slow to dry.
None of this will pose too much of a problem on board ship, but whenever they’re out in the field, they will suffer. One does what one can.
He has a lucrative, multi-decade, exclusive contract with the First Order, and at the celebration dinner when the new uniforms were revealed, he made sure to introduce everyone at the head table to his friend who specialized in personal armor design, with the suggestion that the old stormtrooper armor, though a fine design, could perhaps use some minor improvements.
Whenever he feels off these days, all he has to do to cheer himself up is imagine a First Order general sitting down.
Passive resistance done well! This is A+
(via wildehacked)
anyways…if u think my ass is gonna be able to watch the next Star Wars movie see krylo ron and like be impressed by his powers when I just saw daddy v waste everyone in like 1 min….you’ve got a whole other thing coming
(via skymurdock)
Finn does a lot of reading, when he wakes up. He burns through article after article of history, of linguistics, of culture. He may be strapped down to a bed and fresh from a bacta tank, but he wants to learn more about what it means to be human, and more about what it means to be this human. About the choices he’s made.
In the first 48 hours, Finn comes to learn two particularly important things.
One: that surnames mean where you come from, mean legacy.
Two: that there was a man called Bodhi Rook, and that he was very, very brave.
Later, after he’s finally discharged from med bay, he has to fill out paperwork. Registration, medical history, next-of-kin sort of stuff. Most of it he has to leave blank. He hovers over one little box in particular. Family name. He hesitates. Poe has already offered him his. The admin assistant leans over the desk, nonplussed expression on their face, and suggests he just pick one at random. Neither feels quite right. Neither feels like a history, or like a legacy.
He takes a breath, puts pen to paper, and writes Finn Rook in a wobbly but determined script.
(via ifeelbetterer)
But, you say, Rey doesn’t fall to the Dark Side.
She doesn’t fall, no. She doesn’t turn evil. But watch that scene again. She closes her eyes. She reaches for the Force. And when she opens her eyes again, she snarls. She beats Kylo Ren back with brute strength and vicious, choppy saber-blows, like Luke used in Return of the Jedi when the Dark Side tempted him. When Ren’s forced to his knees, she circles him with the Dark Side stalk. Daisy Ridley delivers a perfect physical quote of Ray Park’s Darth Maul. ”
(Source: rizahmad, via cthulhu-with-a-fez)
alternative ways to say “i love you”: star wars edition
- i know
- keep it, it suits you
- we came back for you
- i don’t need luck - i have you
- do you think somebody’s out there?
- i do
(Source: kellymarietran, via wildehacked)
