you realize how terrifying star wars can get once the stormtroopers actually start hitting their targets..
like normally stormtroopers are basically used as props. they are there to make the empire seem massive and authoritarian but they never actually do anything of relevance unless the plot calls for it.
but in andor? fucking terrifying. when they got the order to shoot at will and you saw just how many people actually died, how many bodies were laying there. they weren't just props to make the empire seem big and scary, they were military soldiers who killed as many people as they could once they got the order. It was fucking horrifying
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I realized something about Nemik's manifesto and the whole Andor/Rogue One debate about the line "I've been in this fight since I was six years old."
Because, by Nemik's philosophy, every act against the Empire and against fascist control makes you part of the Rebellion. "There are whole armies, battalions that have no idea that they've already enlisted in the cause. Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward."
Cassian has been fighting the Empire through theft, self-defense, childhood attempts for vengeance, long before Andor starts, and it makes sense that looking back he would count all of it.
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Weekly Relief Pt. 2 ~Mon Mothma xFem Stripper!Reader
Some more Mon Mothma content… Part 2 of Weekly Relief. Mon and Reader have some more fun together, allowing Mon to relax for once.
Link to Part 1
Mommy… Master list
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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!, implied smut, implied past smut, implied cheating, grinding, kissing, stripper!reader, groping, tit play, body adoration, implied Ma’am/Sir kink, whimpering, moaning, etc.
Enjoy (;
Weeks went by and you hadn’t seen the stunning Senator since that fateful day. You tried to shrug it off. It was your job, and she was your client… She had no obligation to come back. But you wanted her too…
Friday night, you walked into work and clocked in. You went to the dressing rooms and met with the other girls who were working the floor with you. You got out your outfit for tonight, an iridescent purple and black two piece with lacing on the back and at the sides. You wore this along with your signature black heels.
The first half of your night went pretty decent. You danced on the stage and racked up a good chunk of cash, and then spent the rest of your shift wandering the club, giving lap dances to customers. As you finished dancing for the upteenth random guy, your eyes traveled to a certain woman entering the club.
It was her.
You got your cash from the man, then turning your entire attention to the Senator. She was hidden in her garments once more. But she had come back. And she sat in the same exact chair in which you had danced on her. You walked over to the woman, trying to calm your nerves. You came up flush to her in a teasing manner, trapping her in her chair with your arms.
“Like me so much, you came back…?” You teasingly purred.
Mon’s eyes raked over your body. You could feel her staring.
“As a matter of fact I did…” Mon breathed out.
This made you smile and blush lightly.
“I’m sorry that I didn’t return earlier… I was preoccupied.” She said in a hushed tone.
This made you sigh in relief. She did want you…
“Nonsense. It’s my job. You have no obligation to me.”
“No, but I said I would be back in a week, and it took me over a month. That wasn’t very kind…” Mon insisted.
You sighed lightly, already relaxing in her presence. You let her have the win, as it was useless arguing.
“Private room?” You suggested.
Mon nodded eagerly. You took the woman’s hand and immediately led her to a private room, closing and locking the door behind you. As soon as the door was closed, the Senator was throwing off her hood, veil, and any and all coverings which would hinder your access to her. You threw your shoes off at the same time.
She left her normal layer of clothing on, getting impatient and pushing you against the door. And then she just stared at you, letting her eyes wander and take in your frame. Your eyes widened and your breathing quickened.
“So beautiful…” she murmured.
You were the one who closed the gap between lips, smashing yours into hers. Mon eagerly kisses back, backing up and guiding you to sit in her lap on the lavish couch. You wiggles around a bit, finding a comfortable position to sit in her lap on. When you were satisfied, you looked back to the Senator.
“That’s right… Sit pretty on my lap.” She hummed in satisfaction.
You hummed at her words, agreeing. You felt her eyes go back to taking in your frame. You leaned forward and brushed your lips to the woman’s ear.
“Have your way with me, Senator… I’m yours…” you purred, before retracting from her ear and meeting her gaze again.
Mon’s pupils dilated at your words and her throat went dry. Her eyes then darkened and she smirked. Her hands then wandered down to your ass, groping and caressing unabashedly.
“Call me Mon, dear girl…” she purred right back.
Her wandering hands put a spike in your heart rate and an elevation to your breathing rate. You closed your eyes and slowly bucked your hips into her lap, lightly and airily moaning. You then felt a smack to your ass, eliciting a small whimper from your lips. Your eyes opened in reaction to her action.
“Eyes open…” Mon warily purred.
“Yes Ma’am…” you breathed out, keeping your eyes open.
You continued to slowly grind into the woman’s lap as her hands wandered all over curves. Breathy whimpers and light moans flowed from your lips. Her hands wandered up to your tits, and her eyes met yours, asking for permission. Your hands swiftly undid the tie behind your neck, making your top fall around your waist and exposing your breasts to the woman. Her hands began gripping and attacking your tits, teasing you even more. You only ground into her lap even more, grinding so sloppy you were breathless.
“That’s a Good girl…” Mon hummed, twisted your nipple as she spoke, eliciting a particularly lewd and breathy moan from your lips.
More sinful whimpers and moans slowed from your lips as the red head continued to grope and feel you up in her lap. Your grindings into her lap only got more desperate and sloppy.
“What do you want, hmmmm…?” Mon purred.
“Want… wanna make you feel good…” you mewled.
“Such a sweet girl. So needy, and yet still thinking about others needs first…” Mon cooed.
Your response was an incoherent whimper and a nod.
“Let’s take care of you first, love…” The woman purred.
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I am completely moved by the fact that Nemik’s description of how both oppression and rebellion manifest are effectively the same despite being at opposite ends of the spectrum. I’m talking about control versus freedom and the comparison of these two lines:
“It’s easier to hide behind 40 atrocities than a single incident.”
Versus
“Random acts of insurrection are occurring constantly throughout the galaxy.”
In the first, it is the deluge that is numbing and exhausting but in the second, the deluge becomes a movement. Every act of rebellion inspires more and more acts, and the true beauty of Nemik’s vision of rebellion is that it’s not coordinated. It’s entropy, it’s the call of freedom inside every individual, it’s every individual that becomes a collective. The constant rain becomes a flood that lifts all ships.
Oppression is exhausting but rebellion can exhaust oppression right back. And Nemik’s vision is so inspiring because he specifically identifies why the collective is the more powerful force.
For the Empire to have such tight control, it has to act as a single entity, but we’ve seen the internal discord in trying to exert control throughout the entire show, from the rivalry between Dedra and Blevin, all the way down to Dedra having to constantly repeat to the Ferrix ground unit that she wants Andor alive. These are the leaks and breaks that Nemik refers to. Oppression is constant effort; freedom is innate. And where the Empire is a single entity, the frontier of the rebellion is everywhere.
And what a message for a show to have in this era.
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