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markantonys · 2 months

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the good thing about the slog is that because such little of true import happens over such a long chunk of the series, the show is quite well-positioned to be able to tell the whole story cohesively in any number of seasons after 4. only 4 seasons would be tricky, but 5 or 6 would be just as doable as 7 or 8. (disclaimer that there has not been any news or speculation about potentially getting less than 8 seasons so don't panic haha it's just a topic i was randomly thinking about today! that being said, i do think 8 seasons is pretty ambitious in today's television landscape, especially if it continues to take 2 years to make each season, so while we're all hoping for the full 8, it's worth imagining how they could do it in fewer.)

i expect s4 to roughly coincide with the end of LOC, so, dumai's wells for rand and being raised amyrlin for egwene. perrin, mat, nynaeve, and elayne have more wiggle room in what they might be getting up to during s4 (it seems possible the ebou dar trip might be absorbed into tanchico in s3, and perrin may have to get an invented plotline or have a later plotline brought forward for s4 since he has so little in TFOH-LOC), so i won't guess at the endpoint for them beyond that it will likely leave them ready to kick into a fresh new storyline for s5. and nynaeve frankly doesn't have a book storyline after ebou dar (she's just supporting rand's & lan's storylines), so i'll ignore her in this post and just focus on the other 5 mains. fingers crossed the show will come up with more for nynaeve to do during this part of the story, but that's a separate topic.

after LOC, as far as i can recall, each of them only has 1-2 main things they strictly Must do before the last battle (obviously i've left out a bunch of stuff, but i'm thinking of just the absolute bare minimum essentials here):

rand: cleanse saidin (only requires 1 episode); reach his lowest point, then pull himself back up again, all the while simultaneously working to get as many nations under his banner as possible

egwene: unite the tower as uncontested amyrlin

perrin: finish wolf training; fold the whitecloaks into his army

mat: rescue moiraine (only requires 1 episode); get himself in charge of the seanchan forces

elayne: become uncontested queen of andor

so if s4 ends where i speculate, they'd all be perfectly positioned to spend 4-6 episodes of s5 doing these things, then the last battle for the remaining 2-4 episodes, and boom, we've fit all the most crucial things into only 5 seasons.

i know the instinct is to gasp and insist that they all have so much else to do, but.........do they really? everybody agrees that egwene & elayne & perrin only have 1 plotline during books 7-11 which is dragged out for more books than is needed to tell it, so mat and rand are really the sticking points. but if you think about it, mat spends this time repeatedly starting one plotline but then getting yanked out of it partway through to start a new one, so he doesn't actually accomplish that much story-wise. rand, meanwhile, is on a bunch of little 1-book quests (taking illian, seanchan campaign, hunting traitor asha'man, trying to meet with DOTNM) that could be cut for time or merged into his Darth Rand emotional arc from TGS. honestly, he's so emotionally stagnant for most of books 7-11 (he's either not present, dicking around doing nothing, or repeating emotional beats he already did in TSR-LOC) that i don't think going from dumai's wells straight to Darth Rand would be a bad idea at all, if the show had to; in fact, dumai's wells is kind of a perfect launchpoint for that arc, emotions-wise, and plot-wise, if they wanted to replace some of the arad doman events with some slog events, but just put the Darth Rand emotional spin on those slog events, they could easily do so (for example, him being reckless/arrogant with callandor against the seanchan and getting his own people killed could sub in for natrin's barrow in showing how ruthlessly Ends Justify Means he's becoming).

but anyway, these are imo the absolute most crucial pre-TLB plot points of the second half of the series (at least for these main characters, i'm not taking ALL characters into account in this post) and they could be fit into only 5 seasons without much trouble. now if you've got 6, 7, or 8 seasons, that gives extra room to expand these plot points and also add in some additional, not-strictly-required-but-nice-to-have plot points like more Little Rand Quests, elayne taking the throne of cairhien, egwene & gawyn hunting assassins in the tower, and the faile kidnapping plotline. (while making this post i actually had a wild thought of the faile kidnapping being perrin's s4 plotline followed by wolves & whitecloak stuff in s5 then into TLB, or alternately the whitecloaks being part of the kidnapping plotline as perrin's unlikely allies rather than the seanchan; could be a great structure for a 5-6 season scenario, but for 7-8 it would cause perrin to run out of content too quickly haha)

#i know we don't even want to Think about getting less than 8 seasons #but it does bring me such peace to mull over how well the story could be told in as few as 5!#wot #wot on prime #the wheel of time #wot book spoilers

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kanansdume · 24 days

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I've recently been watching these very interesting Star Wars video essays on YouTube (yeah I know, a rare breed) and it brings up these comments Lucas has made about how he views Star Wars as almost like a silent film in terms of how important the visuals are to him in comparison to the dialogue. But this essay also points out how important Lucas finds all of the "rhyming" moments in his trilogies and the way he utilizes them to remind you of something else for emotional or thematic reasons. And there's so many of them, both in visuals and in dialogue, and it's interesting to consider how important this is to him, the repetition for a purpose as well as the storytelling through visuals above everything else and then to look at Star Wars since the Prequels came out and realize how little has really been able to match up to those ideals since then.

The ONLY thing that's come out since the Prequels that I think really hits these two things the same way is, in fact, Andor. One of the things I noticed about the way people discussed Andor as it was airing in a way I haven't really seen for any of the other shows or films was the visual SYMBOLOGY. So many times I saw people noticing the Imperial cog everywhere, from the aerial shot of Narkina 5 as the prisoners escape to the architecture of Mon Mothma's house. There were people picking up on the use of items in Luthen's shop that are familiar from other things to give this idea that Luthen is from another time, he's attempting to preserve this world he lost, that if you're not looking closely enough you won't notice what he's really saying or doing with this shop. The color choices for the different locations and people got analyzed because the people involved spoke about how they intentionally utilized color to SEND A MESSAGE about the characters and the world. We know that the people who made the costumes and sets really worked hard to treat Star Wars almost like a period drama and study the history of the franchise as if it were a real place so that the things they came up with felt like they belonged in this world everyone knows so well even if it's completely new. And of course there were all of the myriad references to things from Rogue One, the constant repetition of "climb", the sunset on the beach, etc.

Nearly EVERY SHOT in this show was created with so much intention behind it in order to say something meaningful about the characters, the world, this specific story they're in, and the overall saga of Star Wars itself. It's insane how much greater impact this show was able to achieve through the incredibly careful usage of visual symbols and thematic repetitions, much like Lucas did before them. It feels like they didn't just study the history of the galaxy far far away, but they studied the history of STAR WARS and what Lucas was trying to do and say with this story. They peeled back his onion a bit more and were able to create something that really has that same visual feel even when it's not created for a child audience. It also is experimenting with its narrative style through its structure and through Cassian's character being allowed to be somewhat more reactive than proactive, and while that didn't work for everyone, it does feel like it's following in Lucas's footsteps of experimentation through Star Wars. Push the boundaries of what Star Wars is and can be and what you can say with it.

But this only works because they peeled the onion back enough to TRULY understand all of the messages Lucas was sending with it. They got the heart of Star Wars and despite its lack of space wizards, despite the lack of most major characters in the Saga, this was a show that honestly got the message more than just about anything else Star Wars has put out since the Prequels. The choices between selflessness and selfishness, the themes about how you always HAVE to make a choice even when it feels like you don't have any (sometimes ESPECIALLY when it feels like you don't have any), and how important it is to make sure to choose the path of compassion above everything else. The themes of connection to others, the symbiotic circle and the impact even the smallest person can have on world around them, it's RIGHT THERE and it's CENTRAL to Andor's storyline.

So yes, it experiments a little with narrative structure, but it's possibly the most Star Wars thing to exist Revenge of the Sith because it honestly truly GETS what Star Wars was about, both in its themes and in its filmmaking. A lot of people said that Andor didn't feel like Star Wars to them, usually because of the lack of space wizards and the fact that it's not a story aimed at children. But to me, Andor is EXACTLY what Star Wars is and has always been. They're stretching the boundaries of what Star Wars can be, but it's saying the exact same things Star Wars has always said, it's just saying it slightly differently. This doesn't feel like fanfiction to me, not really. Unlike things like the Mandoverse or the books, Andor isn't just taking some of the toys out of the sandbox and going to play with them somewhere else. Andor is IN that sandbox. It's building a slightly different sandcastle, but it's still within the sandbox, using the same sand that Lucas did.

#star wars #andor #star wars andor #i GET why some people feel like andor isn't star wars #but quite honestly that feels like not just a superficial reading of andor but a superficial reading of star wars as a whole #the only other show to come anywhere near andor's level was the obi-wan kenobi show #there's tons of visuals that are intended to link back to both the pt and the ot #from obi-wan and leia's costumes to things like the fire obi-wan is burned in and that flashback scene #i'm placing andor above owk still because i think andor takes it an extra level higher but owk is also in that sandbox #owk just got stuck with the fucking volume and the disadvantage of going from a movie to a miniseries #but it did far better with those disadvantages than just about anyone else and still told a VERY star wars style story #the fact that it feels like the prequels is exactly why everyone hated it #and it's exactly why i loved it and think it's the 2nd best thing to come out of star wars since rots #i'll give 3rd place to rebels since it tries once or twice to do some visual and dialogue repetition #but those kinds of things aren't something i see analyzed about rebels all that much tbh #everything else is just fanfic that made a profit #some of it is really BAD fanfic that thinks a cameo is the same as a visual motif. it's not. they suck. stop doing them.

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sad-endings-suck · 9 months

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One of my favourite details from the original Red Rising trilogy, is that no one ever came close to guessing or even suspecting that Darrow wasn’t a gold.

It shows the inherent flaw in their sense of superiority. Octavia had Darrow right there in front of her, with an Oracle wrapped around his arm, and even though she suspected he was a Son of Ares, she never asked if he was anything other than gold, didn’t even come close.

Adrius and Virginia are geniuses, but still, neither of them could have possibly fathomed that Darrow was a red until they had the concrete evidence of his carving right in front of them.

To this day (in canon) the only reason anyone knows Darrow is a red carved to be gold, is because the video evidence of his carving was leaked (initially from Harmony, and later from others).

No one, no matter how intelligent, practical, paranoid, cautions, clever or skeptical, ever figured out about Darrow’s carving through their own suspicion or means of investigation. They were either in on it from the beginning (Dancer, Mickey, Quicksilver, etc) or they were shown video evidence. No one figured it out themselves or “unravelled the mystery” so to speak. Because no one even knew there was a mystery.

And before people say “it was extremely unlikely, they had no reason to suspect” Yes, Darrow’s carving was incredibly difficult and expensive, but the same procedure was performed on Titus not long after, so how rare or hard could it be? We even get a dialogue from Mustang in Golden Son in which she details that different colours go to carvers all the time to have “intrinsic” parts of themselves altered, far more often than the public realizes. So the possibility should have been on Octavia’s radar, but it wasn’t, because she simply couldn’t fathom it. It was too obscure.

How could a red be the spitting image of what gold society idealizes? How could a red be so tall, strong, and beautiful? How could a red graduate top of the Institute, become a peerless scarred, a Lancer, her own grandson’s celebrity hero? Neither her nor Nero or Lorn or even Adrius were capable of even entertaining the idea. It was not a thought that was ever going to occur to them naturally.

And I really love that, from a narrative perspective, because it says so much about how the Society operates and upholds itself. It says so much about how high on their own egos golds really are. It says so much about how the colours are not as different from one another as golds would have them believe.

Cassian Andor: What? To steal from the Empire? What do you need? A uniform, some dirty hands and an Imperial tool kit. They're so proud of themselves, they don't even care. They're so fat and satisfied, they can't imagine it.

Luthen Rael: Can't imagine what?

Cassian Andor: That someone like me would ever get inside their house, walk their floors, spit in their food, take their gear.

Andor (2022-)

#andor 2022 quote #the golds simply couldn’t fathom a red walking right into their house without their knowledge #star wars quotes #red rising #red rising series #golden son #morning star #iron gold #dark age #light bringer #red god #darrow of lykos #Octavia au Lune #Nero au Augustus #adrius au augustus #virginia au augustus #lord au arcos

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pedrito-friskito · 11 months

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cassian andor + smut prompt #10

i am a whore <3

nonnie if you're a whore I'm a whore 🤍

you called - cassian andor x fem!reader

word count: 3.1k (this one got away from me can you tell?)

warnings: unprotected p-in-v, brief oral (f receiving), jealous/possessive!cassian

“Two shots of Corellian whiskey, please,” you ask, stepping up to the bar beside Cassian. The sound of your voice almost makes him jump, but he hides the movement smoothly, adjusting in his seat. From the corner of his eye, he watches you lean back against the bar, propping your elbows on it. You wait for a few other patrons to pass before you drop your voice low. “You’re late.”

“I am not late,” he grumbles, polishing off the rest of his own drink. “I’ve been here waiting for you for hours now.”

You scoff a laugh, shaking your head. “After all this time and you still think you can lie to me, Cassian? You don’t think I had a lock on your ship the moment it entered the atmosphere?”

He balks, tries to hide it and fails. You’re good. Too good. He doesn’t say a word, shakes his head as the bartender returns with two shot glasses, placing them on the bar between you and him.

“That Fondor looks like it’s more mod than original,” you comment, reaching for one of the shots. “Where’d you steal it?”

“I didn’t steal it,” he shoots back, watching your brow raise. “It’s on loan, from a friend.”

“You don’t have friends, Cassian,” you quip, tossing back your shot. You slide the second one over to him. “Just people you owe money to.”

“I don’t owe you any money,” he mutters, unable to stop himself from giving you a cheeky grin. “What does that make us? Friends?”

“You know exactly what we are,” you return, giving him a sideways glance before setting your glass back down. “The mark just walked in. Keep an eye out, will you?”

“I always do,” he replies, and then you’re gone.

This is an old habit for Cassian. He’s known you a long time; you grew up on Ferrix same as him, but you managed to get off-world far before he could bring himself to. By the time he first met up with you on Coruscant, you had already started to make a name for yourself in the Capital’s underworld, and Cassian was in awe. He longed to get the hell off of Ferrix, to go somewhere warm and easy and carefree. He knew Coruscant wasn’t that place, but judging by the amount of credits you were raking in, it was a step in the right direction.

You sent for him often, over the years. He was the only one you trusted to watch your back, to keep a careful eye while you gathered intel, traded information with some of the shadier types in the galaxy. Most jobs went off without a hitch, but there were more than a handful of times where Cassian had started bar brawls to get you the hell out of dodge. He hadn’t had to kill anyone yet, but after everything that’s happened to him, he wouldn’t be surprised.

This is the first time he’s seen you, since everything happened on Ferrix. Maarva, Bix, B2. Luthen and his newborn rebellion. Cassian doesn’t totally know where he stands, what he’s doing, what his next move might be. But when he picked up your signal, Luthen loaned him the ship with little protest, and he was jumping through hyperspace an hour later.

You call, and he comes. It’s how it’s always been.

There had always been something between you, Cassian knew that much. His reputation might not have been the most pristine, but you never seemed to mind, having a bit of a rep yourself.

But tonight…He could hear the unspoken in your voice, the strain of the events of the last time you met up. The job hadn’t been the issue - it had gone perfectly, in fact - but after, you asked him to walk you back to the apartment you had on the other side of the district.

He’d done as you asked, going so far as to bring you right to your front door. You’d asked him if he wanted to come inside, and before he could get the word yes past his teeth, you’d grabbed him by the front of his collar, and kissed him.

Clothes scattered on the floor, you’d stumbled your way to your bedroom. It was…blissful, in a word. It was everything he felt like he was missing, and that unspoken thing rumbled through you both, but there in your bed, he didn’t think it needed to be spoken aloud. It just…was.

Morning had come too quickly, and when he woke, you were gone. No note, nothing, just his clothes folded and stacked on the table beside the bed. He’d dressed quickly, and got on the next ship to Ferrix.

He wants to ask. He wants to know why you didn’t stay, why you didn’t leave him any sign that you wanted him to stay. But after everything that’s happened, it feels inconsequential, almost.

Cassian drinks down the shot, setting the glass down on the bar with a little too much force. You’re easy to spot, weaving your way through the bar to a man lurking in the dark corner. Brow furrowing, his hand brushes over his coat, where his blaster sits, tucked against his hip. He’s gotten quick on the draw, since he last saw you.

The man spots you as you draw closer, and Cassian bristles at the recognition on his face. He’s glad to see you, and it only becomes more and more evident as the two of you move closer and closer together, heads bowed as you speak, the man’s hand moving to rest on your hip. Then it moves up your back, pressing into the dip of your spine, and Cassian grits his teeth.

Something like jealousy flares in his gut. No, not something like it, but the thing itself.

He wants to touch you like that again, like he had that night. Seeing someone else with their hands on you…his fingers twitch over the blaster again.

No, something else warns him, a clearer voice in his head. That won’t go well, and you know it.

So instead, he watches. He leans back as casually as he can, one elbow leaned on the bar, tapping his other hand against his thigh. The conversation doesn’t last much longer, and before he knows it, you’re returning to his side, a contented grin on your face.You toss your hair over your shoulder as you wave down the bartender again. “Another round.”

“Got everything you needed?”

“And then some,” you reply, looking at him over your shoulder. “Thank you for coming, Cassian.”

He just nods. “That’s what friends are for, right?”

“We’re not friends,” you say, shaking your head as the bartender brings you another two shots. You toss them both back quickly. “I thought we made that clear the last time you were here.”

“The last time?” he repeats, lifting a brow. “You mean when you dragged me to bed and disappeared the next morning? That last time?”

He doesn’t mean for it to come out with such venom, but it does. Jealousy has taken hold of him and refuses to let go. His blood boils with it.

You narrow your eyes at him, your tongue poking between your lips to wet them. He watches the movement and ignores the way it makes his trousers tighten. He’s mad at you, he’s so glad to see you, he’s infuriated at you for leaving him alone last time, he’s so in love with you he might burst into flames.

“You’re jealous,” you determine, and though everything in him screams YES!, he rolls his eyes, turning half away from you. But you don’t let him go far, grabbing his shoulder and spinning his stool back in your direction. “Tell me I’m wrong, Cassian.”

Your hand moves from his shoulder to his thigh, and Cassian’s jaw goes tight. “We are not friends.”

“No,” you agree. “We’re more than that.”

“And your way of telling me that was disappearing the next morning, waiting three months, and then calling me to be your sidekick again?”

Your face falls, and you step back, removing your hand from his leg. “Come with me.”

Without another word, you turn on your heel and stalk out of the bar. Cassian only finds it in him to move when you reach the doorway, and then he’s all but chasing you, walking the almost familiar path to your apartment. You take the stairs, seeming to float up them as Cassian almost struggles to keep up. He loses you for a moment, but when he reaches your door, it’s open, only closing when he steps inside.

He calls your name, hears your quiet in here come from the direction of your bedroom. The place looks the same as he remembers and as he rounds the corner of the hallway, stepping into your room, he finds you perched at the edge of your bed.

“I left in the morning to get us breakfast,” you admit, looking up at Cassian, your eyes shining in the dark. “I’m not here a lot, and there wasn’t any food, so I went to get us something. When I came back, you were gone, and I realized I’d made a mistake.”

He says your name again, softer, and you shake your head.

“And then I started hearing the rumours, about Ferrix, about you. I heard about Aldhani, about Narkina-5, all of it. I even called Brasso, and that was when he told me about Maarva. I’ve been trying to call you ever since then, but nothing was going through. Then I met Vel, and she gave me the right frequency to contact you.”

Cassian sighs, leaning against the doorway. He never even questioned how you’d gotten his contact info after he was off Ferrix…he just…

You called, he came.

“You met Vel,” he says, unsure of what else to say.

You nod. “Hell of a woman.”

Cassian nods. “So you know, then. About the Rebellion.”

“I do. Figured I should put my talents to good use. Better than ripping off ex-senators and making credits I don’t need. And, if it keeps me closer to you, then it’s a win on all sides, as far as I can tell.”

His stomach drops into his toes. “You’re joining?”

You nod again. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes. I tried to resist it, I really did. But now…everything else seems…”

“Meaningless?” you supply. You pull your eyes from his. “For what it’s worth, Cassian, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t call you sooner. I’m sorry about Maarva, Ferrix, all of it. ”

“You didn’t cause it,” he replies, propping his hands on his hips. “I did that all by myself.”

“Come here,” you say, your voice going soft and your eyes meeting his once more. “Please?”

Slowly, he closes the distance. He watches you reach for him, your hands moving to the belt that holds his blaster, undoing it quickly and letting it slip to the floor. He tries not to groan when your hands move under his loose shirt, fingers curling around his hips.

Silently, he shakes his coat off, letting it drop to the ground before he hooks two fingers in the back of his shirt, pulling it forward off his torso. It joins the pile on the floor and then he hisses, your teeth sinking into the skin over his hip bone. He lets one hand dive into your hair, holding you against him, feeling your tongue soothe the mark you’ve left behind.

“Promise me something,” he whispers, and you tilt your head back, pulling your mouth from his skin long enough to meet his eyes.

“Anything.”

“Promise you’ll still be here in the morning.”

“I promise.”

You kiss your way across his waist, fingers working the button on his trousers while you distract him with your mouth. He’s got both hands in your hair now, silk between his knuckles, and it almost pulls his focus completely, enough that you have to repeat the next words out of your mouth.

“You never answered me.”

“Huh?”

“Back at the bar, I said you were jealous. You never answered me.”

You pull his zipper down, snap the elastic of his boxers against his skin. Cassian hisses. “I thought it was obvious.”

“It was,” you agree, nipping at his hip again. “I just wanted to hear you say it.”

He tightens his grip on your hair and pulls, just hard enough that your head tilts back and he bends slightly, pulling his body away from yours, but putting his face close enough that he can feel your breath on his cheek.

“You have any idea how much I hated seeing someone else touch you? Someone else put their hands on you?”

You inhale sharply, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, and Cassian prods it with his thumb, pulling it free, rubbing the pad of his thumb across the plush of your lip. “Show me.”

And he does.

He makes quick work of your clothes, shucking his trouses off once you’re naked on the bed. You don’t let him go far, surging up to kiss him when he steps back to undress completely. Your hands are in his hair, same as his are in yours, and Cassian groans when you tug, both of you finding similar pleasure in the movement.

The first night was different. You’d stumbled your way through the dark, finding your peaks quickly. You’d fallen asleep after, and Cassian had watched you for a while before drifting off. That unspoken thing lulled him to sleep.

But now, he turns the bedside light on. The room illuminates with a soft orange glow, and he leans over you, until you fall back against the pillows and blankets, laid out for him, reaching for him. He molds himself into your palms, covers your body with his own.

The first night, he hadn’t had the chance to taste you. Refusing to miss out a second time, he arranges you on the bed, pushing your knees apart to make room for his shoulders, tracing his mouth along the inside of your thigh, eyes darting between your glistening cunt and your face, the way your eyes roll back in your skull when he buries his head between your legs and sucks your clit between his teeth.

He wants to feel you cum on his face, to feel your thighs tremble around his ears, but you have other ideas. You haul him up with a gasp, fitting your mouth to his and licking your taste out of his mouth. “I wanted to-” he starts, but you cut him off, reaching between your bodies and squeezing your fingers around his cock.

“Plenty of time for that later,” you murmur, lips at his jaw, words spoken into his skin. “Right now I need you inside me, Cass.”

He groans as you stroke him, curling your wrist just right, but then he pulls your hand away, pinning your wrists either side of your head. Using his knees, he spreads your legs wide and drops his hips, the tip of his cock dragging through your wetness.

“Please,” you beg, your own hips lifting, chasing him, trying to notch his cock at your entrance. He teases you a moment longer, waits for the angle to be just right, and then he pushes into you. Your fingers flex against the bedsheets, mouth dropping open with a moan as his hips press into yours. Your legs twitch, one calf wrapping around his thigh. “Cassian, fuck, oh my-”

He covers your mouth with his, swallowing down your words and moans. You tighten around him, impossibly so, and he starts to move, finding his rhythm, filling you to the hilt with each thrust only to pull out almost all the way and do it all over again. Over and over and over, and you’re babbling into his mouth, straining against his hold. He leans up just that much more, pulling his lips from yours, both of you staring down at the spot where you’re joined, where he’s disappearing into you with every move.

“I’m the only one who gets to touch you like this, yes?” he grunts, hearing you gasp as he gives you one particularly hard thrust. He feels your head wobble with a nod, but he wants to hear it. “Say it.”

“Only you, Cass,” you breathe out, throwing your head back as you go even tighter around him. “Oh gods, fuck, only you.”

Pleasure coils like a serpent at the base of his spine, and he drops, trying not to smother you with his weight, pressing his face into the arch of your throat. You moan loudly as he releases your hands, curling his own around your shoulders while yours find purchase in his hair again. The bed shakes with your movement, both legs lifting to wrap around his waist now, your ankles hooked together at the small of his back. “Please, please, please, please, please,” you beg and Cassian bites at your pulse, groaning into your skin as his release threatens to overtake him.

“Cum for me,” he says, and you obey.

Your back arches and you make the sweetest sounds. He wants to bottle them, keep them for himself. He rides out your orgasm, keeping his own pleasure at bay until you’ve caught your breath, sighing at the press of him inside you, pulling him close. “Now you,” you whisper, nipping at his ear, lifting your hips so he gets that much deeper inside you, the warmth enough to swallow him whole. “Let me feel you.”

You call, and he comes.

He growls into your throat, fingers digging deep into your shoulders. You press kisses along his cheek, the space below his ear, his temple. Murmurs of how good it feels, how you missed him, how you’ll never let him go again, it’s the backdrop to the pleasure roaring through his body. It makes every muscle in him tense up before he relaxes completely, sinking into your embrace.

His eyes drop shut as he softens inside you, completely spent. Your fingers comb through his hair, soft kisses still scattered across whatever skin you can reach. After a few minutes, he finds the strength to roll off of you, falling onto the bed at your side.

You kiss his mouth before you get up, disappearing into the fresher for a moment, coming back with a glass of water for you both to share. Cassian gulps down the liquid as you slide back into bed with him, pulling the blankets over you both. You go to turn out the light, but he stops you.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

#my fics #sleepover sundae #cassian andor #cassian andor fic #cassian andor smut #cassian andor angst #cassian andor x reader #cassian andor x you #you called

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dameronscopilot · 2 years

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i have fallen to my knees begging for nsfw cassian andor

your call to action has been heard, anon. i have arrived with a special delivery ❤️

Jealous Cassian Andor (NSFW)

Cassian Andor x f!reader

EXPLICIT 18+ CONTENT BELOW THE CUT.

Content: NSFW, smut, unprotected p in v, public sex, spanking, oral sex, rimming, anal sex, squirting, cockwarming

“No strings attached?”

“No strings attached.”

The Rebellion is no place for a relationship—it’s a simple fact both you and Cassian Andor acknowledge as you climb into his lap and straddle him in a dark corner at a lively cantina. But the heated, lingering gazes between the two of you have become too much to bear, and you’re certain you’re just as tired of pumping your fingers in and out of your cunt every night as he is of fisting his leaking cock. So you come to an agreement.

(You had intended to make it back to your quarters with him, or a fresher stall at the very least. But Cassian’s hard-pressed to find any reason to let you leave his lap once he slips a finger inside of your pants and feels how wet you already are for him. You thank the Maker for the terrible band playing on the other side of the room as Cassian lays his jacket over your lap and pulls down your pants just far enough to slip his hard length inside of you. Though you're fairly certain the table beside you grew suspicious when Cassian clapped a hand over your mouth when your cunt clenched down on his cock as you reached your climax.)

Cassian leaves on a month-long mission after your rendezvous at the cantina. Considering the dry spell you’d been through prior to that evening, you’re more than a little keyed up, so when one of the new pilots makes eyes at you from across the mess hall…well. You said casual, right? (And you had no doubts about what he was likely getting up to in his down time while he was away.)

He returns in the middle of the night, quietly making his way to your quarters. The door hardly has time to slide open before his lips are on yours, and you stumble back toward your bed with him. Cassian’s eyes rove hungrily over your naked body after he slips your clothes off, but he pauses when he notices how tender your ass seems to already be when he runs a hand over it. From somebody else.

Cassian knows he has no right to care, not at all. But he can’t help the shiver of satisfaction that runs up his spine after he finishes spanking your ass himself repeatedly—you’re reduced to a whining, crying mess, a gush of arousal sliding down the inside of your trembling thighs as he softly kisses your tender flesh, and your voice is caught between a moan and a sigh as you tell him, “Oh…so that’s how it’s supposed to feel.”

Days later, you find yourself on a light freighter with Cassian, the aforementioned pilot, and a few fellow soldiers. But Cassian has ulterior motives when he shoots a glance at the man before nudging you toward the bunk area… Admittedly, you can’t bring yourself to care when you find your legs splayed wide apart at the edge of the thin mattress, Cassian brushing a thumb over your ankle bone as he spreads your folds with his other hand. (When your breathy moans begin to make their way past the knuckles that you’re biting, Cassian shoots you a warning look and pulls a bandana out of his pocket, gagging you with it before he dips back down to continue sloppily lapping at your soaking wet cunt.)

You begin to grow suspicious when Cassian’s mood turns decidedly sour after the pilot lends you his jacket to wear midway through the mission when yours suffers an unfortunate blaster accident. But any questions lingering on the tip of your tongue are silenced when Cassian leads you to his quarters when you get back to the base, stripping you bare and placing his brown jacket over your shoulders. You climb on top of him, running your damp folds along his stiff length as he reaches up to palm your breasts from where they’re peeking out from beneath the jacket. And then he tightly grips your hips and impales you on his throbbing cock.

The pilot invites you out for a leisurely trek one quiet afternoon. You’re then thrown off when a visit to Cassian’s quarters afterward finds you under the warm stream of a shower, his lips attached to your neck as he gently cleans the grime from the day off of your body. It’s surprisingly intimate.

(Later, when he pulls you onto all fours on his bed and spreads your cheeks apart before murmuring, “I bet nobody has ever done this for you,” you hardly have time to register the possessive tone his words are laced with before his tongue begins to lick and prod the tight, puffy ring of muscle back there. And if you’d even entertained the idea of bringing it up afterward, all rational thought goes out the window when he begins pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy while he tongue fucks your ass, dragging an orgasm out of you that’s so intense you squirt—all over his sheets. His grin is nearly feral when you admit you’ve never done that before either.)

Cassian’s wholly unaware that you haven’t slept with the pilot since he came back from that one mission and made you cum untouched just by the way he spanked your ass. While you’ve remained friends with the pilot, you just can’t subject yourself to the frankly boring and somewhat abysmal sex he offers in comparison to Cassian. (You’ll gladly remain in denial about the fact that you’ve also developed feelings for Cassian along the way.)

Cassian, who once suggested you suck his cock while he devours your pussy. Cassian, who tied your wrists up at the head of his bed, gently kissing his way down your spine before scissoring your ass open with his fingers and slowly slipping his hard shaft inside for the first time. Cassian, who looked at you like you were a vision to behold as you reached over from the seat beside him in the cockpit of the ship he was flying on a recent mission, roughly palming the tent that had already formed in his pants after you started sucking on his fingers. (And then he nearly choked on his own saliva when you slipped down onto the floor in front of him and began to deep throat his cock while he pulled the ship into hyperspace. Ropes of his cum shot down your throat just as the ship exited—it was poetic, really.)

Cassian’s final straw is when he finds that you're sore one morning, failing to realize that you'd had an intense training session the night before and instead assuming it had something to do with the pilot. You can’t ignore the sharp expression that crosses his face and flares in his eyes, or the way he pulls you into his lap later, holding you close and kissing you deeply and thoroughly as he pointedly leaves his spent, softened cock inside of you, cum beginning to leak out from where your sensitive cunt is still clenching down on his length to the hilt.

"I want strings," he breathes out into the meager space between your lips when you finally pull apart for air. "I want you," he whispers, voice rough. "I want this," he murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth.

"Me too."

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lightwise · 2 months

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TBB S3 E4 Recap and Reaction

- Poor Crosshair keeps getting stuck on cold planets.

- Batcher banging on the chair ready to get out 🤣🤣

- These shuttles are really interesting to me. It’s rare to see a ship that size that can be piloted by two different people.

- Baby girl, I totally understand your logic in wanting to pull the data logs to see where Tantiss actually is, but given how tactful we know Hemlock has been so far in keeping his location hidden, most likely it wouldn’t pull up anything.

- What a dreary spaceport. Feels very Andor and very like Norwegian Star Wars.

- The level of snark that Omega is giving back to Crosshair is cracking me up. We don’t see her showing this level of talking back or being sarcastic with any of the other Batchers, which proves my theory that Crosshair’s constant level of highly annoyed at everything around him brings out the sarcasm in everyone else he encounters.

- Love that his knowledge as a former imperial is coming to play to help them.

- Also love that Omega was the one to recognize that they need different clothes (and the obvious pan of the camera on the clothes hanging on the line in the first shot of the spaceport to accentuate that fact).

- Quilted clothes in Star Wars is my fave (yes more Andor parallels).

- The uplilt and little scoff that Omega gives and the look she gives Batcher after Crosshair snarls about bringing “the hound” along is PRECIOUS

- Also Cross and Omega cross their arms the same way. Okay okay I’ll never be over their dynamic here.

- Crosshair’s trucker hat/scuba apparatus is hilarious. He doesn’t look too bad though. Surely he’s at least warmer now.

- The credits negotiation omg. I love how Cross is just waiting for this to play out before he makes a move.

- YES omg are my baby girls strategy skills FINALLY coming back into play??

- Oh no no no no no this kid is going to rat them out isn’t he. You guys need to be more mindful of your surroundings!! Ahhh (okay I’m glad this didn’t happen).

- Honestly at this point Crosshair would be me as well. Just lots of very annoyed sighing.

- I love that Crosshair is getting to see all the things about Omega that the other boys know already, but he hasn’t had a chance to witness yet. We know she can wipe the floor with most people on strategy games/gambling.

- Yep nope this captain is not good news. Don’t get distracted by ranting about Imperial bribery, don’t do it, don’t….*sigh* I hate the Empire so much.

- Oh no this is so bad! I swear WHY is every imperial such a slimy self aggrandizing POS.

- Aww Crossy hunched down at almost table level ready to tear the room apart if anyone touches his baby sister. Adorable murder kitten. 😸

- Also Crosshair when all of this is over: where the HELL did you learn to gamble like that!?! Omega: 🤷🏻‍♀️😇😁

- Also also what game are they playing? Those cards are beautiful.

- Oh no they’ve found the shuttle already. Dear god this episode is so stressful!!

- CROSS!DAD IS OFFICIALLY CANON lmao

- Okay I was hoping Omega would let him win bc this isn’t going to go over well

- Whoa I didn’t actually expect him to concede. Maybe he’s not quite as slimy as I thought. Doesn’t matter though, the shuttle will give them away regardless.

- Of course. There it is. Let all the seedy businesses thrive as long as you get your fine out of it. Ugh. This is paralleling a lot of imperial activities in Rebel Rising and the Ahsoka novel as well.

- I also love how Omega uses touch with Crosshair to calm him down and communicate with him.

- Whoa I did not expect Omega to throw the credits and basically give Crosshair the choice of abandoning her or not. Nor for him to actually have to think about it for a moment.

- “My skills are being wasted” the boy does not like feeling helpless. I understand.

- This is going to give Cross some understanding of what Hunter has been going through the last few years. Especially if he ends up losing her.

- “Don’t push it” and the extra head shake after lmao.

- Geez this man is just lining his pockets every which way isn’t he. Despicable.

- “Alright, let’s try things your way” “Finally” I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

- Animal stampede!

- Oh gosh is Cross going to get left behind??

- Aw he finally called her Batcher.

- We are clearly seeing how much Omega has actually been tempered by the rest of the Batchers being around her until now. The unfiltered combined powers of Omega and Crosshair at their most unhinged is maybe more than the galaxy is ready for 🤣🤣

- Also a very Andor reference with the captain being stampeded almost to death and having his gun kicked away from him in the melee

- NO WAY WE FINALLY GET AN IMPERIAL GETTING THEIR DUE BY CREATURE DEATH once again *cough cough* not a kids show

- Awwww Batcher licking Crosshair’s face. He’s so done for.

- They got away. Wow. I actually wasn’t expecting that. And with most of the money too.

- Okay. Smart girl. She did not pick Pabu.

- What an ending. Wow. So. Similar to Mando season 3 (which is also scaring me) — what the heck is the rest of this season going to be about?

- This reunion is everything. 🥹🥹🥹 the hugs. The running. The tears. The worry. The anger. The hesitation. The fear. The literal and metaphorical distance between their ships that someone will have to cross. They better not fast forward a millisecond when the next episode picks up I swear.

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beskarandblasters · 8 months

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This Love Came Back to Me

Cassian Andor x F!Reader

Part two for Summer Fling, Don’t Mean a Thing

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Author’s note: Ahhh part two is finally here!! I love these two together and I couldn’t not give them a happy ending!! Sorry it took a while and thank you for being patient with me!

Summary: Summer is coming to an end and you find yourself still thinking of Cassian. After trying to move on with someone else and failing, you walk home and find that everything you’re looking for has come back to you.

Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, canon divergent, mentions of drinking, angst, mentions of weight loss, reader has hair long enough to be pulled, oral sex (M and F receiving), fingering, semi public sex, vaginal sex, creampie, super fluffy smut, use of pet names (sweetheart, baby, my love), no use of y/n

(I’m fully aware that this is a gif of Cassian and Jyn but this is how I picture your reunion with him😭 As always no/very little physical descriptions are used for the reader)

“You have to get over him, girl.”

“I can’t,” you reply blankly, staring off into space.

It’s been roughly thirty days since you’ve seen Cassian. You thought by now the heartache would get better but in fact it’s been the complete opposite. Mara crouches down in front of the chair you’re sitting on in the break room and meets your gaze.

“He left without saying a word. As far as I’m concerned he’s dead to you; to us.”

You feel the tip of your nose tingle like you’re about to cry. You close your eyes to avoid any tears spilling down your cheeks. You feel Mara get up and pat your knee.

“I have to go back to work now but… you deserve so much better.”

You hear her walk away and the door closing. And now that you’re completely alone the flood gates open. Tears roll down your face and there’s no sign they’re stopping any time soon. You finish your little episode in the break room as fast as you can before drying your tears and putting on a brave face for the rest of the day.

About a week has passed since your meltdown in the break room. You finally start to feel like you’re on the mend. Before when your eyes would wander between different men at the resort you would feel guilty but not anymore. You’re slowly starting to feel like yourself again.

The busy season for the resort is winding down and summer’s coming to an end. You’re welcoming the changing of seasons for once because summer just reminds you of Cassian. But the resort slowing down also means that you’ll be less busy and have more time for your mind to wander. It’s a double edged sword.

You took a week off of work since it’s been so slow and frankly you needed it. So this afternoon you and Mara, after she gets out of work early, are going out to the resort lounge for your classic girl’s night (really afternoon) out. You meet her at the employee refreshers at the resort, dressed in a simple dress in your favorite color, and head to the lounge. You walk together arm in arm and during the whole walk there from the employee refreshers she’s hyping you up.

“We’re gonna have so much fun, girl! You look hot, too. Trust me, you’ll meet someone new and forget all about that little weasel.”

“I get it, Mara. He’s in the past. I’ll try to look for someone new,” you sigh.

“That’s the spirit! Just try to sound happier than that,” she jokes.

You reach the lounge and head inside together. And just as you suspected… it’s pretty dead. It’s still early for a night out after all. Most of the tables in the room are empty and there’s small handfuls of people standing at the bar. You go for a table tucked away in the corner but Mara grabs your hand and leads you to one in the center of the room.

“Oh no, you’re not hiding in the corner,” she says as you sit down.

“You’re killing me.”

“Come on! We gotta find you someone new.”

“Okay first of all it’s super dead in here and second of all we both know hooking up with a guest went sooo well last time.”

“Exactly, it’s just a hookup; a rebound. No need to get caught up in your feelings again,” she says.

You sigh and she goes to the bar to get you your first round of drinks– revnog. You sit at the table, slouched down in the seat and fiddle with your hands awkwardly, feeling out of place here. You haven’t been to the resort lounge since Cassian was here and just as you suspected being here just reminds you of him. You miss the feeling of him holding you from behind as you sleep, or his head in your lap as you rest on the beach, or his hair tangled in your fingers, or–

Yeah now there’s tears welling up in your eyes again. Shit. You thought you were finally on the path to getting over him.

You’re jolted upright as you feel a hand on your shoulder. You think it’s Mara and secretly hope it’s Cassian, deep down you know it’s not. You turn your head and you were right, it’s not Cassian. It’s some guy and he does look somewhat familiar but you can’t remember where you know him from.

“Wasn’t sure if I’d run into you again,” he says with a smirk.

“Do I… know you?”

“You’re tellin’ me you don’t remember me, sweetheart?” he says, sitting in the chair next to you.

You blink a few times and get a good look at this face. He really does look familiar but still you can’t place where you know him from.

“Sal from Alderaan?” he says.

You cock your head to the side and furrow your brows, trying to rack your brain for a Sal from Alderaan. And then it hits you, you had one conversation with him here at the lounge while Mara was talking to someone. One conversation, you really must’ve made an impression on this guy. You could barely remember him though because Cass was sitting at the bar with jealous eyes watching the two of you talk. That tracks though, Cassian permeates all of your recent memories, making you forget about insignificant details like Sal from Alderaan.

“Oh right,” you say sheepishly, “What brings you back here?”

“Wanted a quick little vacation before the busy season starts at work again.”

“Gotcha. Have you been having a good time so far?” you ask, just trying to be polite.

“Just got here today but yeah. It’s been a good time.”

“I’m glad,” you reply, a disingenuous smile plastering your face as you eagerly look past his head for Mara, desperate for her to save you already. To your delight she’s on her way back from the bar, drinks in hand, but she spots Sal sitting next to you and shoots you a wink. You glance at her with pleading eyes and hope she’ll get the message but she doesn’t.

She sets down the drinks at the table and says, “Here’s a round for you two. I’m gonna run to the refresher but I’ll be back. Have fun!” complete with a small wave and a suggestive look on her face.

You feel a pit form in your stomach. You really don’t want to be here anymore. Any excitement you had for girls night is squashed thanks to Sal and whatever impression you left on him last time you saw him; an interaction you barely even remember. He tries to bring up things from your last conversation and you’re completely lost. How can you make it any clearer to him that you don’t remember him?

“Hey, um, my friend’s been gone for a while. I'm just gonna go check on her, okay?”

“Sure, take your time, sweetheart,” he says, eyeing your form up and down as you rise from your chair.

You couldn’t get out of there fast enough, practically running to the refreshers to find her. You open the door and she’s in there touching up her makeup. She smiles when she sees you but it melts off her face when she sees the troubled expression you’re wearing.

“Did something happen?”

“I just… I can’t do this. I know you’re gonna be mad at me but I’m not ready. I’m not ready for someone new.”

She comes over to you and places her hands on your shoulders.

“It’s okay. I mean it. I just thought seeing someone new would be the best thing for you but it’s okay to not be ready yet. You and Keef shared something special. And it’s hard to let that go.”

“Thanks, Mara… And if it’s okay with you, I think I’m just gonna go home.”

“Of course. We’ll always have more girl time to look forward to.”

“Thanks, Mar. I don’t know where I’d be without you,” you say.

“You’ll always have me!” she says, pulling you in for a hug.

You embrace before pulling away to leave.

“Take care of yourself, girl,” she says, as you walk out, “And enjoy the rest of your break!”

“See you later, Mar!” you call over your shoulder.

You head to the break room to grab your bag with your work clothes and head out, choosing to walk on the sidewalk overlooking the beach as you head home. The sunset emphasizes the ocean’s rippling waves crashing against the shore. There’s not a soul in sight and the whole picture reminds you when Cassian was here; when he told you his real name.

You’re supposed to be moving on but for tonight you’re letting yourself feel your feelings unapologetically. You walk along the beach and just before you’re supposed to turn and walk towards the city you spot two figures standing facing the water and having a conversation. One of them spots you walking towards them and turns his head towards you. Your heart drops to your stomach and a lump forms in your throat. You feel like you’re dreaming; like everything you’ve wanted is right in front of you. But it’s too good to be true, so you avert your gaze and keep walking away. They’re behind you now and you hear them part ways, followed by your name being called. You freeze, fearing that you’re just going to be disappointed again. Because the truth is you thought that one of the strangers was Cassian. Could it have been him? Maybe. You don’t know where he went that day he left. Or it could just be you searching for his face in a stranger. But he was calling your name just now… could it be him?

You feel a hand grab your shoulder and you’re ready to go into fight or flight mode. You spin around, about to yell in the face of whoever has the audacity to touch you. But instead you find the one person who can touch you. To your disbelief Cassian is in front of you, looking disheveled and exhausted but also completely over the moon to see you. It’s hard to describe how you’re feeling right now. A part of you feels complete. This is all you’ve wanted since the day he left; just to be with him and enjoy his presence once again. But part of you that’s still bitter is angry and wants nothing more to scream at him for leaving you without so much as a goodbye. He sees your face shift from a beaming smile to a frown and he can sense why.

“Wait! I can explain, I promise!” he says quickly, all while pulling you into a hug.

And even though a part of you is still bitter, the bitterness is not strong enough to reject his touch. He pulls you into a hug that can only be described as desperate; like you’re going to slip out of his hands like water.

You pull away reluctantly just to get a better look at his current state. He’s dressed in clean clothes, yes, but you can tell he must’ve been through something. He looks tired, like he maybe even lost some weight.

“Cass, baby, what happened to you?”

“I don’t even know where to begin. But before I tell you I just wanna reassure you that I never meant to leave,” he says, keeping his arms around your waist.

“Okay… what happened?”

“The day I left to go to Arkie’s I got accused by some Shoretroopers for anti-Imperial activity. They arrested me and I was sentenced to six years on Narkina 5.”

“Six years?! What do you do??”

“Nothing! I swear. I was just walking to Arkie’s and they thought I looked suspicious.”

“Oh, Cass. I’m so sorry. But how are you here?”

“I broke out. And I’m so sorry but… I have to leave again. My mother died and I have to get back to Ferrix.”

“I’m sorry,” you say, trying to mask your disappointment, “When do you leave?”

“Tomorrow morning. So that means… I have one more night with you… if you’ll have me,” he says, interlocking his hands with yours.

You’re not mad at him anymore now that you know the full picture. But he is leaving again. Do you really want to give yourself to him and deal with the heartbreak again?

…The answer is yes. Because the truth is you’d suffer a thousand more heartbreaks if it meant being with him one more time.

“Of course, Cass. But where should we go?” you ask, glancing around you.

The sun is setting and his eyes are lit up in a warm amber glow as he looks around, too.

“Down on the beach? Just like old times,” he says with a smile.

You nod and he takes you by the hand, leading you down the steps and to a cabana closer to the water. The two of you lay down with your head resting against his chest as you watch the tail end of the sunset, enjoying each other’s company and waiting for it to get dark.

“I’m so glad you’re back,” you whispered against him.

“Me too, my love. I wish I could stay here longer.”

Your stomach swirls at the new nickname but then also sinks at the prospect of him leaving.

“I came by the resort to get my stuff but I didn’t see you.”

“I’ve been off this week.”

“Oh.”

“I know… I would’ve liked to see you before this; before you have to go again.”

“I wasn’t sure if you’d even want to see me again. I would hate myself for what I did, too.”

“You were in prison, Cass.”

“You didn’t know that.”

“How did you break out anyway?”

“I helped start a prison riot. Another inmate who finished his sentence just got sent to another floor and we realized they were never gonna let us out.”

Your head pokes up and you look at him in shock.

“Cass, that’s terrible! People have to know about this; about what the Empire is doing!”

“Shh, baby, I know. Trust me, after I go to Ferrix that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

“Can I… come with you?”

“I wish you could but it’s too dangerous.”

“I don’t want to lose you again.”

“You won’t, my love. I’m coming back for you.”

You’re not satisfied with his answer but if this really is your only night with him for the foreseeable future then you don’t want to spend it arguing. You nod against him and resign to watching the sky and the water. The sun is completely set and you’re both bathed in the pale glow of the moonlight. You lift your head and look at him under the dim light. Now that it’s dark out you know what you both want. You inch closer to his face and crash your lips into his. His hands find the back of your head and neck, pulling you into him as close as possible. You move to straddle him, never breaking the kiss. The only other sound besides your labored breathing is the sound of the waves crashing against the beach.

You break the kiss to move yourself down lower on his body, hands tugging at the waistband of his pants.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“You said we only have one more night. Gotta fit everything in,” you say, complete with a smirk.

He doesn’t say anything, he just continues to look at you with a bewildered expression on his face as you free his cock from his pants. You take it in your hand, feeling it already grow hard at your touch. You press kisses all over his groin, everywhere but his cock. You hear him groan and whimper every time your lips draw closer to his cock before moving on elsewhere.

“Baby, please,” he whines.

“I’m getting there, Cassi,” you tease before wrapping your hand around the base of his cock and bringing your lips to the tip. You swirl your tongue around the head, stroking the shaft of his cock with your hand. His hands move to your hair, tangling themselves in your locks and tugging ever so slightly. Your other hand cups his balls lightly and that’s when you feel him go crazy, completely desperate for more. His grips on your hair tightens and that’s when you take his length in your mouth. You bob your head up and down, keeping one hand at the base of his cock and the other gently holding his balls. You feel himself getting harder and harder in your mouth. His pants and his moans fill up the small cabana and grow desperate the harder you suck his cock. You feel his balls tighten in your hand– he’s at the brink of orgasm. You take as much of him in your mouth that you can fit, feeling the head of his cock brush the back of your throat. Tears well up in your eyes but you power through it, anxious to make him cum. With one last motion of your head, he’s spilling his cum down your throat. He spews out incoherent ramblings that consist of moans, pants, and your name over and over again. You swallow every last drop of his cum, letting him ride out his orgasm before pulling him out of your mouth. You kneel and rest on the back of your heels.

“That was… amazing,” Cassian says, catching his breath and still reeling.

He puts his cock away and switches spots with you, telling you that it’s your turn now. You lay down and he settles in between your legs, lifting up the skirt of your dress. His warm breath tickles your core, sending a shiver up your spine.

“I thought about this everyday when I was in prison, my love. Being here in between your thighs is all I wanted.”

You feel your cheeks heat up at his praise. You close your eyes as his tongue laps at your cunt. He licks one long, slow stripe up your entrance. Your body shudders in anticipation of more. He moves his tongue to your clit, swirling it around the sensitive bundle of nerves. His finger teases your entrance and he pulls away for a second just to moisten it with his mouth. You feel it slide in, working your walls as he laps at your clit. His tongue and his finger work simultaneously, mirroring each other perfectly in a rhythmic pattern to get you to cum. He pushes a second finger in and you know you’re not going to last. You grind your hips into his face and hand while your hands move to his hair. The muscles in your core contract and release erratically as you cum. He lets you ride out your high, leaving his tongue on your clit and fingers inside your cunt, feeling complete that he’s back where he belongs– in between your legs and making you cum. Your grip on his hair relaxes and the movement of your hips slow before stopping completely, resting after the intense rush of pleasure you just had. He pulls his fingers from you and pulls his cock back out.

“Stay just like that, sweetheart,” he says, keeping himself propped between your thighs and aligning himself with your entrance. He gathers some of your release on his hand, sending another shiver up your spine, and spreads it onto his cock. He slides into you and hovers over you so his face is by yours, wanting to take in every reaction you have to his cock. You feel him expand your walls with each of his thrusts. It takes a second for you to get acclimated to his size again. You haven’t had anyone since Cassian left. You close your eyes for a second and hold your breath as you get used to the feeling of him being inside you again. And that’s when Cassian brings a hand to your cheek, caresses it softly and says, “Look at me, sweetheart.”

You open your eyes to see Cassian’s brown eyes gazing deeply into yours, filled with love and the night sky behind him. He takes your hand in his and pins it above your head, keeping intertwined with yours while he drives his length deeper into you. The tip of his cock brushes against your cervix with each movement of his hips. You know you’re not going to last much longer.

“I’m gonna cum soon, Cass,” you moan.

“Do it, baby. Let me feel it,” he says softly.

He brings his lips against yours, kissing you softly as you cum around him. You moan into him as your orgasm over takes you, your walls spasming around his cock that’s still pumping in and out of you. With one final slam of his hips he cums, too, releasing his warm load into you as you keep riding out your high. His own orgasm draws out yours, prolonging it as you fill up with his cum. He pulls out after every last drop has been released inside you and lays down next to you in the cabana, putting his cock back in his pants.

You rest your head on his chest as you both catch your breath. You’re glad to have him again; to be one with him once more but you know it’s all ending soon. You look up at the night sky above you, gazing at the stars and feeling a pit form in your stomach. He strokes your back and the two of you are silent as the apparent dread is settling in for both of you.

“I wish I had more time with you,” he says softly.

“But you could…” you start.

“I have to go, baby,” he says.

“I’m not denying that,” you start, sitting up right, “But please let me come with you.”

“It’s too dangerous. I’ll come back for you, I promise. Nothing can keep me away from you, not even the Empire.”

“I lost you once, Cass. I’m not losing you again,” you say, not budging.

“You really want to come with me?” he asks, standing and pacing back and forth in front of the cabana.

“More than anything,” you reply, standing up to face him.

“Okay,” he says, grabbing your hand, “Let’s go.”

To be continued…?

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hottpinkpenguin · 11 days

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Reasons, Ch.6 - Cassian Andor series

Female reader insert Summary: You're a droidsmith on Ferrix when a handsome stranger walks in one day with a hopelessly damaged droid. You agree to take on the repairs for the stranger, a decision that will change the direction of your lives forever. Word Count: 2,260 Content Warnings for: canon-divergence; cursing Taglist: @mithicakurogo @nonniecannie @freerangesweets @zbeez-outlet @chicken-fifi @queerponcho @theatergirlmgm @oh-yeah-i-exist @shakespeareanlead @idontevenknow1359

The sound of waves licking the sandy beach below had become a steady soundtrack that pounded around your head all hours of the day and night. You’d at first been mesmerized by the planet Niamos - to think, its inhabitants lived within full eyesight of an ocean at all times - but now, almost three and a half months after your frenetic arrival, boredom mixed with fear had gotten inextricably mixed with the sounds and smells of the ocean and you realized that you hated it here. Especially without Cassian.

He hadn’t stayed long, maybe two days. He’d dumped you in this beautiful, empty house and left with barely a word…

“I need to see my contact on Coruscant.” His dark eyes were red-rimmed from lack of sleep and cold. “Need to sort out safe passage for you. Get forged papers, new documents. It’ll take a while.”

You’d breathed in a heavy, long breath. Exhaustion had settled deep in the center of your bones, but what choice did you have? You were a fugitive now.

You nodded numbly, looking longing out through the perpetually-open wall of glass at the ocean stretched out to the horizon line.

“I’ll go pack,” you replied, sliding out of the chair you were in and heading towards the bedroom you were staying in. “Won’t take long.”

Cassian caught your hand as you turned away. His touch sent electricity ricocheting up your arm, stealing your breath. You turned back to him, wondering if you looked as hopeful as you felt.

“I’m going alone,” he clarified. His voice sounded sad and far away, but those dark, bottomless eyes revealed nothing.

You didn’t know what to say. What to ask. Where would you stay? Here, you supposed, only because there was nowhere else to go. You’d realized very quickly that the Galaxy was massive, and you’d never left Ferrix before. The only person that you knew out here was Cassian, and laying claim to ‘knowing’ him felt like a lie. You felt that now more than ever. You didn’t really know him at all.

You felt yourself give a shrug. Half resignation, half confusion. Cassian watched you quietly as you slid back into the chair, your eyes returning to the waves. Each time a new wave boiled up from the ocean depths, crested, and then crashed in a spray of foam on the seashore, you felt a new emotion rise up and crash open inside you. Grief. Rage. Despair. Terror.

You don’t know how long you’d sat there, staring at the sea. After a long while of sitting still and thinking, you said the only thing that really mattered to you anymore. “Don’t forget to come back for me.”

Cassian hadn’t said a word after that. He’d simply slipped out the door without so much as a backwards glance. Leaving you to the empty house that looked out over the empty ocean…

The realization that Cassian wasn’t coming back for you had hit you somewhere around week seven. He hadn’t left a way for you to contact him, or vice versa. He hadn’t sent anyone to check on you. He hadn’t squirreled away a secret note or some small token of his remembrance. It was like he’d never been here at all. And that was by design. He was covering his tracks. Sure, you were on the run. But so was he.

You wondered where in the escape things had gone sideways. He’d seemed so deliriously guilty about getting you tied up with the Empire when he’d broken into your home on Ferrix. He’d been tender in taking care of you after hyperdrive sickness, and then he’d brought you here. To safety. Because he cared… right?

There was one moment that everything had pivoted. You could barely bring yourself to think of it. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment (and desire, if you were completely truthful) each time you relived that kiss. It had to be the kiss. You’d crossed a line, you told yourself. Cassian was just trying to save your skin, and you’d gone and made it some sort of tragedy-romance mashup of bad luck and bad decisions when you’d slapped your lips on his. I’ve always been a good actor. You’d never forget those words. He’d been acting as the good guy, trying to make up for his wrongs by pulling you out of Ferrix. But that’s where it had ended. You’d fallen for his show, and you’d ruined everything. And now, you were alone. Just you and the ocean.

Three and a half months was a long time to be by yourself. You’d managed to get by on the credits you’d had the sense to pack before fleeing your home, but that supply was dwindling. Pretty soon you’d have to make a choice: go home, or set up shop here. You’d have to fix droids. It was all you knew. But setting up shop somewhere new was bound to be fraught with challenges. You didn’t know the market, didn’t have a customer base. There were bound to be other droidsmiths on Niamos, so you’d be making enemies while you were bowing and scraping, taking whatever anyone would throw at you, all in the name of buying trust and goodwill and maybe, hopefully, a repeat customer.

But worst of all, setting up shop here felt final. Setting up shop here meant that you wouldn’t be leaving. That this was home now. And, at the end of the day, that meant that Cassian wasn’t coming back.

You hated him for leaving you, but not enough to give up all hope. Not yet. You counted the credits you had left. One more week, you thought to yourself. If he’s not back by then, I’ll start looking for shop space.

An empty promise, you knew. You’d made the same one for the last four weeks.

* * * * * * * * *

Cassian felt fire burning in his veins as he held Senator Mothma’s gaze, her last words hanging heavy in the darkness between them.

“I cannot afford to wait another week,” Cassian growled through gritted teeth, his hands trembling at his side. “It’s been almost four months already, Senator.”

Senator Mothma fidgeted uncomfortably with the large hood that obscured her face from the ambient light of a Coruscant night. They were quite alone in the rancid-smelling alley that Cassian had chosen for their meet-up, but the hum of the city-planet rang in their ears. A reminder to be quick, and be on their way.

“I’m sorry, Cassian, I truly am, but I simply canno-”

“Senator, with respect, I am tired of your apologies.” Cassian was pacing now, his voice breaking free of the constraints of whispering. His temper was fracturing with impatience. “My contact on Niamos is in constant danger, and you’ve kept us waiting for four months for papers!”

“Cassian, please.” The Senator cast a shifty glance around. No one was listening, but the last thing either of them needed was to make a spectacle of the exchange. A Senator caught in a clandestine midnight meeting with a known Rebellion agitator would do neither of them any good. To say nothing of the warrant for Cassian’s arrest and the bounty price of half a million credits on his head. Or the Senator’s deeply scrutinized allegiances and alleged ties to the Aldhani incident.

Cassian tried to calm himself, but he was beyond reason. All he could see was your eyes, the way you’d crumpled when he’d told you he was coming to Coruscant alone. It had nearly broken him to leave you there, but the brutal calculus of life as a wanted criminal demanded the utmost adherence to scruples. Cassian couldn’t risk your life just to keep you near him. It would have been easy - too easy - to delude himself into thinking that the safest place for you was by his side. Right where he wanted you. But he’d already proven himself near-fatal to you, almost getting you good and shot on Ferrix just by trying to pay off his massive debt with some traced credits. And all that had been before that goddamned kiss. After that, he was sunk. Totally enraptured. He knew it from the instant he felt your lips on his. No, he was in far too deep. If it was the last thing he did, Cassian Andor meant to make good on his promise to you: he needed to get you set up somewhere safe and then make it so that you never saw him again. It was the best way - the only way - he could see to keep you safe. And as badly as he wanted you, he wanted you alive. More than anything, that was what mattered.

He reminded himself of all of this, one painstaking bitter pill at a time. Slowly, incrementally, he felt the fire begin to burn off as his mind cleared to reason. When he finally felt calm enough to speak, he rounded on Senator Mothma.

“Senator, it gives me no pleasure to do this, but I simply cannot wait any longer. If I don’t have the papers I’ve requested - and paid for, mind you - by tomorrow, I’ll have to take matters in my own hands.”

Senator Mothma inhaled, her chin jutting out proudly as her eyes simmered. “And just what does that mean, Cassian?” Puffed up and haughty, but Cassian saw a flicker of fear in the back of her eyes. She knew a threat when she heard one. And Cassian had been honest about one thing: it really didn’t give him any pleasure to play this hand with the Senator. She was a noble woman, strong in her beliefs and an astoundingly deft political operative. Smart and confident. Cassian respected her immensely. But, when all was said and done, she was proving to be a hindrance. Cassian had promises to fulfill. Or rather, promise. Singular. Your safety. He was determined that nothing - not the Senator’s delicate political situation, not an outstanding warrant for his arrest, not an entire garrison of Imperial Storm Troopers - would stand in his way.

“Let’s hope you don’t have to find out, Senator.”

For a few tense seconds, the two of them sized each other up in the hazy darkness. Cassian’s gaze was steely, his resolve never stronger. Three months, three weeks, two days. His internal clock screeched like a tea kettle. Too long.

After a few breaths, Senator Mothma deflated slightly, her head sagging on her proud neck. The way she crumpled, like a kite that’s lost its breeze, reminded Cassian of the way you’d looked as he’d left you alone by the seashore on Niamos. The memory brought the threat of tears to his eyes.

“I’ll get them to you,” the Senator agreed. Her voice sounded stretched and thin. Cassian felt a pang of guilt for having to push her to this. He knew what she was risking - her career in the Senate, her daughter’s and husband’s safety, her own life - to get these forged identichips. Ever since the Empire had assumed power, identichips had become mandatory for Imperial citizens to carry at all times. Forged chips had quickly flourished as one of the most lucrative corners of the black market, but the Empire had expended considerable effort on quashing that enterprise in its infancy. Those willing to alter identichips were few and far between now; those willing to forge entirely new ones, even fewer. Only the very wealthy had enough credits to realistically purchase such a service, but forgers made themselves extremely scarce in efforts to avoid Imperial imprisonment. Not that Cassian blamed them - wasn’t that the fate he was trying to save you from, after all? - but their secretiveness had proven an unexpected time suck on his plans. Months had dragged by before Senator Mothma had even made contact with one, and now her order hadn’t been delivered on schedule. Cassian wasn’t sure what it would cost her to extort the identichips tonight, but he couldn’t allow himself to backtrack now.

“Thank you.” He exhaled heavily, unsure if he felt relieved or more terrified than before. He’d been focusing for so long on getting the identichips that he hadn’t let himself think too hard on what would come after. Were you still on Niamos? Would you still want his help? Had the Empire found you? Were you still alive at all?

Unwilling to follow those thoughts any further, Cassian simply handed Senator Mothma a small strip of paper with a ship’s name and docking location scribbled on it. “I’m leaving at midday tomorrow,” he told her as she crumpled the paper and slipped it into the pocket of her robe. “Make sure my chips are on board by then.”

She nodded again - a sad, completely exhausted acquiescence - and turned on her heels, vanishing into the foggy street. Cassian watched as she left, listening to the sound of her retreating footsteps. She was walking away with the power to make or break him, Cassian realized. If she didn’t deliver those chips, and Cassian couldn’t get back to you…

He wasn’t sure what that would mean for him, except that his heart turned to ash in his chest whenever he thought of that possibility. Steeling himself against the mix of dread, relief, and adrenaline sitting on his shoulders, he turned the collar up on his coat and turned in the opposite direction from the Senator. He threw up a silent thought for you - all alone by the seaside in a beautiful, empty house - hundreds of thousands of miles away, but somehow still the closest thing he had to home.

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hegodamask · 9 months

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Does anyone want to hear my “Uncle Harlo is Syril’s real Dad” theory?

No? Too bad.

So to begin with, I don’t think Harlo is an uncle to Syril in the traditional sense. He’s not related to the Karns by blood or marriage. From Syril’s dialogue, he seems too distant to be a close relative, with Syril implying he won’t even remember who Eedy is

I realise he’s also taking a jab at Eedy here, but even she reveals Harlo doesn’t keep in touch with them often (”he’ll respect me for having waited so long in asking and being so prudent about it.”)

We already know Syril has grown up without a Dad. If we go by the backstory Kyle Soller and Kathryn Hunter devised, Eedy’s husband left the family in an “acrimonious, horrible way” early on in Syril’s life.

Without her husband around, Eedy tries to frame Harlo as a replacement father figure for her son, giving him the title of “uncle”, emphasising how important his favour is and his supposed interest in Syril’s career:

But to Syril, Harlo is just as absent as Mr. Karn. He doesn’t understand Syril’s career ambitions, he doesn’t make the effort to speak to Syril directly. As far as Syril’s concerned, he doesn’t know him at all:

Which leads us to wonder, why does someone as influential as Harlo have this detached investment in a guy he barely knows? To a family he’s not particularly close to? What is this “family favour” Eedy is supposedly calling on?

Idk how gospel it is, but Kyle has said in interviews that Syril’s corporate security job was a handout just like his Bureau of Standards one. If uncle Harlo facilitated that position for Syril too, then surely the favour has already been called on?

And this is the basis of my theory: Syril is the child of an affair between Harlo and Eedy. Due to Harlo’s position (and Eedy being married at the time) it’s far too scandalous for him to acknowledge his son, so he keeps his distance. Whenever Eedy calls he lends a hand time and time again, out of a sense of obligation.

Of course, I don’t think Syril knows any of this. Eedy has always told him Harlo is an “old friend” and because they see so little of each other, he’s never questioned it. I do think Mr. Karn found out and that is why he walked out on the family (yes this sounds like a soap opera, but is Star Wars not just a soap opera in space??)

I don’t propose any of this will actually be revealed in season 2, but if it is, it could add some very sad context to the relationship between Eedy and Syril. Maybe that’s why she pushes him to succeed so much: so the Karns can prove themselves to people like Harlo who keep them in the shadows.

I doubt Andor is the type of show to reveal Harlo is actually some major Star Wars character we already know. But if there is any sort of twist coming with him, I wouldn’t be surprised if it was something like this.

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asha-mage · 8 months

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WoT Musing: Aes Sedai 4D Chess

God okay. I have so much more to say about ALL OF THIS but especially I want to talk about all the unspoken contradicting layers at play in last night's episode:

The way that Verin KNOWS that Sheriam is Black Ajah but has to pretend that she doesn't know, has to leave her room for plausible deniability and escape, and Sheriam knows that Verin is Black Ajah but thinks that Verin doesn't know that Sheriam knows Verin is Black Ajah, and Sheriam has to play her hand evenly or else risk exposing herself to a threat, a challenge to her authority, claiming she simply 'forgot' things she never would and feign ignorance about others. The way that Verin DOSEN'T know if Yasica is Black Ajah or not so she dares not make the obvious accusation against Sheriam when the opportunity presents itself, and instead offers an excuse, softening 'traitor' into 'dupe' to avoid the risk of the Black Ajah's council coming down on her head.

And especially the way that Verin confronts Liandrin, who is off balance and and armed only with her clumsy attempts at disguising her recent travels, the ones that practically shout I RECENTLY WENT SOMEWHERE AT THE SAME TIME AS THE MISSING NOVICES AND I WANT A CLEAR ALIBI NO ONE CAN DOUBT, DON'T BE SUSPICIOUS OF ME. The way she leaps on the first chance to cover her tracks- she herd a rumor! about a BANDIT attack! the tragedy Verin! We must figure out the implications for the Tower's relationship to Andor! No time to worry about if it's true or not, or about finding those girls, their probably dead anyways!

And the way Verin can't help but snort because for all of Liandrin's strengths, she is so far out of her depth that Liandrin's attempt to dissemble alone gives away to Verin exactly her role in the girl's disappearance. Verin learns everything she needs too, all without ever showing her hand fully, even to the audience.

It's so, so on brand.

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rotzaprachim · 1 year

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one of the most interesting aspects of andor to me is how i think it didn’t decision to alter character timelines so much as make the decision to alter- or rather, cut open and interrogate- the entire timeline of the rebellion, in ways that have fascinating implications for the entire worldbuilding of the starry wars. one of the lingering uncertainties of “andor” comes from the refusal to play any of the cards of the Rebel Alliance as the plucky good-guy army, for whom Joining the Rebellion is as straightforward as enlisting and getting a uniform, who can show up and do army things at any moment. as the episodes build and build and build and the tension and power of the imperial army grows higher, the Rebel Alliance just.... doesn’t appear. there is no Secret Base for Luthen to take Cassian too, only a tiny group of guerillas in the highlands. there is none of the famous iconography of the Rebellion- no orange flight suits (though boy does andor give a new cast to that color choice), no rebel armed rebel bases, no x-wings go swoop in at the last moment. as I watched Andor I felt the lingering stone-drop realisation: the Rebellion, as we know it, simply does not exist. what we get is a hyper-isolated, fragmented rebellion in its infancy, tiny groups and intellligence operations so low on cash that the theft of a single sector’s payroll or access to a single wealthy woman’s family funds. Cassian can’t join the rebel alliance, because it doesn’t exist yet.

And that’s one story. that’s a far, far more complicated story, and a more difficult story to exist within, than the plucky rebel army versus big empire narrative star wars has been living in. how do you join something like that? it really isn’t that easy. BUT! here’s the thing. BUT BUT BUT. andor complicates that further by showing, over and over again, that even if that rebel alliance can’t swoop in and save the day, that even if the number of *official* Rebellion members is a tiny fraction down to their last resources, organised rebellion is, in fact, possible. and it already exists. it exists everywhere, in numerous forms. it is both non violent and violent, and it is often the work of *civillians,* because the fundamental conditions of war, occupation, and totalitarianism make, politicise, designate everyone as a soldier. looking back on andor, there isn’t a single arc that isn’t made possible by some form of organised, collective rebellion. cassian couldn’t have escaped from ferrix if ferrix didn’t already have a system of pounding metal in order to spread the word, if salman and wilmon paak didn’t get set to banging metal, and brasso didn’t weld weights to the police squad car. the rebels couldn’t have pulled off the aldhani heist if hundreds of local aldhani hadn’t continued their cultural rites and kept coming on that pilgrimage even as local imperial agents actively worked to prevent it- because existence can be rebellion, because the continuation of cultural and religious traditions under oppression can be rebellion. the crowning point of the season, for me, is the prison break at narkina five, the five thousand prisoners knowing that there’s only one way out, and that’s by running, shooting, killing, by climbing out together. the series ends on an entire local uprising as a town’s funeral march turns into a riot against armed, shielded cops.

And it all leads into these much more nuanced things that Andor is saying about the natures of both oppression and resistance. Because it isn’t giving the (individualist, and somewhat defeatest, but sure damn repeated) narrative that rebellion against authoritarianism is about a few Englightened individuals - the luthen’s, the aldhani rebels- versus the mass of Sheeple who just take it. Are thankful for it. That there’s just the Special ones who see the light, and those that.. Haven’t. Nor are there the essentialistly Good Pure Rebels who have all the Right Ideas in a nice Color Coded Format, who have fought Purely and Totally for the Rebellion From the Start, versus the bad guys The structures of empire don’t work like that- they make huge numbers of people complicit because of the way they stack and tier and turn subjugated people against each other when so few individuals, actually are in charge, and they make the alternative to complicity be nothing but death, in horrific ways. The people in Andor have dirt on their hands. It’s about what they do now. The X-wings can’t come to save Cassian from Narkina. The prisoners have to climb their way out. No one can give the Aldhani rebels backup. Only Luthen and Cinta and Vel can come to Maarva’s wake, and when the fighting comes, it isn’t even about them, anyway. Andor asks what happens when there isn’t the golden saviour, the Good Guy army coming in for us, and makes the case for rebellion as something intensely collectivist and intensely local, that rebellion and rebels exist before our very eyes, in more complicated ways. It’s what makes the show both brutal and brutally hopeful - for one of the first times, watching star wars, i get the sense viscerally that better worlds and forms of existence are possible within the star wars world.

As for cassian, the arc I hope they’re going for, and i really do think are going for, is not that he joined the rebellion as we see it in rogue one. It’s that that rebellion as we know didn’t exist yet, and that his arc will be about helping to stitch together the various forms of rebellion that already exist, everywhere. I think we’ll walk into Rogue One now not seeing Cassian as Mon and Draven’s hand- already fascinating - but as one of the rebellion’s quiet powerbrokers and kingmakers whose a big part of why they’re there to begin with.

#andor #screaming crying vomiting blood over this show forever and ever #cassian andor

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