Anonymous asked: on jakku giving people food freely (i.e. as a gift with no expectation of return) and saying its a gift is how they propose marriage. Giving different food back is how you accept. Rey in the resistance is SO CONFUSED. Why are you all into polygamy resistance people. Everyone is proposing to me. Im flattered general but really jfc where did this come from. I don't even know you random mechanic #6! Oh.... poe/finn... thank you for the apple. Would you like a space potato?
I’M PRETTY SURE WE ALL KNEW TO EXPECT A READ-MORE FROM ME ON THIS ONE. DID ANYONE NOT EXPECT A READ-MORE FROM ME ON THIS ONE? GOOD ‘CUZ WE’RE IN FOR THE LONG HAUL, KIDS.
“I’m a Republic officer, General. I swore an oath to protect the Republic, to—”
“No, you misunderstand. I like it. It was rash of you, as I said, it was foolish. But we could use some rash these days, and foolish and passionate are often confused, and passion is something we desperately need.”#my favourite thing about this parallel is knowing how much poe would love it (via)
oh he WOULD he would love it SO MUCH, maybe he even volunteered for the Jakku mission because of the risk of getting captured by stormtroopers, he knew it happened to Leia and he’s all IT’S A RESISTANCE RITE OF PASSAGE I MUST SUFFER THROUGH THIS TO BE MORE LIKE HER
(Source: kellymarietran, via wildehack)
I’ve got to believe that the Resistance’s intelligence officers are just. constantly Done. With everyone.
Rey’s understanding of aurebesh is more functional than formal, which isn’t a problem until the Resistance starts asking her to submit mission reports—she rarely spells anything the same way twice (”even her name!” the intelligence officer moans) and her sentence structure is….not so much a structure as “a loose grouping of things that might be parts of speech”
“…..I don’t understand, what’s the problem?” Finn asks because Finn’s grammar is impeccable, once you decipher the dense nest of abbreviations, First Order codes, and trooper slang that fill his reports. (This does not save any more time.)
“If you could maybe…..not? wax lyrical about the TIE fighter?” the intelligence officer tells Poe, when he finally gets around to submitting his report on the escape from the Finalizer. “Not that understanding enemy technology isn’t a vital contribution to intelligence, but we don’t need 500 polysyllabic words about how the sun glinted off the casing.”
General Organa still submits reports like they used to in the Rebellion (her battle damage assessment style is about thirty years out of date, and she calculates galactic coordinates like it’s the late republic) but everyone in intel is fucking terrified of bringing this up to her. Instead, they have a designated officer who deals exclusively with translating General Organa’s reports into more modern New Republic standards,so they can be processed.
(At least yours actually submits reports, their counterparts in the First Order would say, if they all got together in a bar somewhere to commiserate about how hard soldiers make military intelligence. Kylo Ren has submitted exactly one misrep in the last 15 years. Thirty-two people died and it just said ‘it was the Force’.)
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(Source: piloting-the-storm, via yea-lets-do-this-shit)
Aaaand here we go! TO BE CONTINUED!
The First Order coffee shop AU has something resembling an actual plot? It’s not just unabashed Kylux fluff?! Unbelievable, right!
This will be three posts in total. Yes, it’s very long. I’ll post the last two parts within the day probably.
primtheamazing asked: I'm actually interested in what you talked about yesterday, namely Finn and his relationship to pain meds + stormpilot.
The first thing Finn asks when he wakes up is, “Where’s Rey?”The second thing he asks is, “Shouldn’t you be doing something important?”
The third thing he asks is, “Why aren’t they letting me get out of bed?”
Poe holds onto his hand and answers. “She’s coming back in a few days. I’m doing something important right now. They’re not letting you get up because you’re still healing.”
Finn clearly wants to argue with all three of those; for someone who grew up obeying orders, Poe thinks, the guy’s got a contrary streak a parsec wide. But after a minute he settles back into the bed. “I must be all better, though,” he says. “Nothing hurts.”
Poe’s eyebrows are climbing halfway up his forehead before he remembers about the Stormtrooper Acclimatization Protocols. He’s not supposed to say, nothing’s supposed to hurt, what the hell, Finn. “Do things usually hurt when you’re injured?”
“Pain is good for focus,” Finn says slowly, watching Poe carefully. “Did – you not know that?”
“I did,” says Poe, instead of saying something like what the fuck. “But it also makes life a lot less pleasant.”
Finn seems to consider this seriously. “So – what, you guys use pain meds even when you don’t need to? What if you run out? What happens if someone else is in pain and I used it all up, or–”
Poe has a flash to the bombing of their first Resistance base, a few years ago; General Organa had dragged a half-dozen people out of the wreckage before getting caught in a blast herself. Han had shown up less than three days later, frantic and awful and every bit the asshole Leia had described, and he’d sat at her bedside for two weeks until she woke up. She summoned Poe and Statura for a sitrep and had asked a million and one questions, with her leg still wrapped up and her arm in a sling, and Han slouched in a chair beside her, smiling faintly.
“I’ll have the doctor let you know just how much pain medication we’ve got,” he says to Finn. “Suffice to say, we’ve got plenty. And our supply lines are secure. And Finn,” he adds, leaning forward, Finn’s hand clutching at his, “You’re worth the expenditure, okay? The Resistance wants you healthy, but we’re not just an army, okay? We want you feeling feeling good, too.”
And Finn smiles, his hand warm in Poe’s.
