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petals42 · 1 year

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okay but ANDOR you guys.

I just watched the last episode (spoilers) and I just cannot get over it. These lines "Remember this. Freedom is a pure idea. It occurs spontaneously and without instruction. Random acts of insurrection are occurring constantly throughout the galaxy. 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." from Nemik and then they are proven SO TRUE

Like in the last episode, it really struck me how little Cassian mattered-- okay, obviously he mattered, he saves Bix in the midst of all the chaos and it is his show and i'm obsessed with him so of COURSE my boy mattered but--

But so much of the rebellion is not because of him. he doesn't get a big action star moment or dramatic speech or direct role in the rebellion of Ferrix--tbh, he is less involved than he was in the prison break.

instead his success is directly linked to OTHERS spontaneously deciding to revolt. It's maarva's speech, yes, but it's also the town deciding to have the funeral at noon, like they wanted, instead of the time on their permit; it's them bringing many more than 40 people. it's the boy who made the bomb (who i THINK is the son of the man who was tortured and then hung, apologies for not remembering his name); it's brasso just swinging that brick for all he's worth; it's the man running up to start the anvil/gong sound again and just pushing off the storm trooper who tries to stop him; it's this little chain of rebellions-- literally none at all organized by any kind of higher power or group-- that made it so Cassian could save Bix, and escape to join the rebellion and ITS JUST SO GOOD.

I am just obsessed with this show. i want season 2 out immediately.

#andor #cassian andor #rix road #THIS SHOW WAS SO GOOD #please go watch it #also i just saw that season 2 will not be out til 2024?#im gonna die #or watch it a thousand times #bix #maarva

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schweizercomics · 1 year

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‪R-R-R-Recording in progress, Maarva‬

#maarva #maarva andor #fiona shaw #andor #andor fanart #b2emo

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jaigeye · 1 year

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because i am my mother's son. / cassian andor & maarva andor.

Paul Tran, Taint / my mother would be a falconress - bending the bow (1968, robert duncan) / Letter to My Rage: An Evolution, by Lidia Yuknavitch / Aria Aber, Can You Describe Your Years in Prison? / Victoria Chang, from Obit / Eugenia Leigh, from “The Morning I Abandoned My Father, Angels,” Blood, Sparrows and Sparrows / Jeanette Winterson, Frankissstein / Andor, Disney+

#maarva #maarva andor #web weaving #andor #cassian #cassian andor #sw web weaving #andor spoilers

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gffa · 2 years

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If it was a Republic space ship and Republic officers in the Andor flashbacks, why were there CIS logos on their uniforms???

I have been wondering so much what is going on with the backstory in this series! In Rogue One, Cassian says, “I’ve been in this fight since I was six years old!”, but in the Andor flashbacks, he definitely looks older than six. Well, we’re assuming Kassa is Cassian, which I think is a fair assumption. Are they ignoring that line from the movie? Or is there more context coming, like what happened with the ruins they walk by, why are the people of Kenari living as they do, why did they approach the falling ship with purpose, like they knew what it was? But also, yeah, why did Maarva and the other scavenger (?) say that they killed a Republic officer when he was clearly wearing a Separatist’s logo on his uniform?

There is no way they missed that logo, it’s on all the officers, very prominently displayed on all the officers, the ones they would have had to step over to look for the fuel cells they wanted:

And, for reference, the left side is the Republic logo, the right side is the Confederacy of Independent Systems/Separatists:

It is very deliberately the CIS logo and I have to assume more is going on. Maarva and the other say that a Republic ship is coming and that they’ll kill the Kenari kids for killing a Republic soldier (which, I mean, I guess, maybe? but that generally doesn’t sound like how the Republic operated, even as fucked up as they were), so why does Maarva think those were Republic officers? I can’t believe that it was just a screw-up on the continuity front, so I have to assume that the mystery will be revealed later on and we’ll eventually get context but I am SO CURIOUS about this and what that means for Maarva’s involvement??

#cassian andor #maarva #andor #andor spoilers #meta

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eachlittlebird · 2 years

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I’m sure people are upset about Luthen responding “that’s the plan” to Mon Mothma’s statement about people suffering after the Aldhani heist, but of course what he meant by that was the same thing Meero meant when she said that the Empire was reacting just as the Rebels would want. As we see in our own world, people will tolerate oppression without doing a damn thing about it until the suffering reaches a certain point, at which time the risk of rising up is less dangerous then tolerating the status quo.

Luthen’s counting on the Imperial crackdown to rouse people into action, and the fact that the mission succeeded is the positive example people need: just look at Maarva’s reaction.

Yes, a Rebellion is going to cause suffering, it’s going to cost lives. But what’s the alternative? The Rebels may not know the Empire is developing a planet-killing weapon, but we do. As Jyn says in Rogue One, it’s not what chance you have going up against so evil an opponent. It’s what choice.

I love that Andor is showing the ugly side of the Rebellion. It isn’t nice, it isn’t perfect, it isn’t clean. Because nothing is. But it’s necessary.

#Andor #Andor spoilers #Luthen Rael #Dedra Meero #Maarva #I'm becoming Tumblr's No. 1 Luthen defender #but I'm fascinated by his character #and by the complexity of this writing #it's grittier and more true to life than anything we've seen in SW #this isn't to say I necessarily think Luthen's going to end up a good guy #but he's a complicated character and I love that

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karpason · 1 year

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I too wanna have my ashes be used to bash a fascist's head in

#andor #maarva #brasso #ferrix not fucking around with their funerals

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bleuskais · 1 year

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Watching Andor ep 12 and

There's something so satisfying to hear Fiona Shaw, an Irish actress from the rebel county, shout "FIGHT THE EMPIRE!"

#star wars #andor series #fiona shaw #maarva #¤

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punkofop · 1 year

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I think the case for Andor being the most subversive Star Wars text lies not in the righteous framing of anti-imperial and anti-fascist violence, but in Nemik's use of "Try" in his manifesto. In one a scene from The Empire Strikes Back, Yoda is training Luke to use the Force and tells him to levitate his X-Wing from the bottom of a swamp. To this, Luke, still in his head-empty himbo era, says he'll "try." Yoda, in one of the most oft-quoted lines from the original trilogy, replies:

Now, I can't speak to this concept's importance to Force-use, but as political praxis it leaves much to be desired. To not try is to inhibit one's ability to affect change on the world--exactly what a state-sanctioned order of priest cops would want, but that's another post. Go listen to A More Civilized Age for more on that.

I think Nemik's call to "Try" is a core theme in Andor, just as "Hope" was core to Rogue One (both texts use the metaphor of a spark to light the fire). There are key differences between these texts, however, and these differences reflect a larger ideological rift between Andor and most other Star Wars properties.

Hope is something abstract and immaterial and, like the Force, it is in short supply among subjects of empire (both real and in Star Wars). While they may require Hope to sustain them past a certain point, revolutions are not built on Hope, they are built on the righteous anger of people who will not take it anymore. Let's take a look at an absolute banger line in Andor:

It's easy for the dead to tell you to fight, and maybe it's true, maybe fighting is useless. Perhaps it's too late. But I'll tell you this, if I could do it again, I'd wake up early and be fighting these bastards from the start.

Are these hopeful words?

No! Maarva isn't calling on her community to fight because she has believes that they can defeat the Empire, she wants them to fight because that's what you do when the fascists come to town. It's a desperate, almost defeatist (revolutionary defeatist...? wait, no that's something else), call to action devoid of any real forethought. She's telling them to try, to act, regardless of whether some magical force will help guarantee their success a la the original trilogy.

Andor is filled with desperate people striking out at the Empire in small ways, knowing they may fail: the Aldhani crew on their suicide mission, Brasso protecting B2 and then braining that trooper with Maarva's brick, Wilmon building his bomb, Kino committing to the breakout knowing he can't swim from a prison he knows is surrounded by water.

It is these individual acts that build into pockets and then networks of solidarity, enabling disparate communities to carry out anti-imperial praxis from anywhere, whether that be mutual aid, sabotage, theft, or militant attacks. This is how revolution begins. As Nemik writes:

It occurs spontaneously and without instruction. Random acts of insurrection are occurring constantly throughout the galaxy. 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.

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Remember this. Try."

Whether you're Separatists, Neo-Republicans (dni), Ghorman Front, Partisan Alliance, Sectorists, Human Cultists (gross), Galaxy Partitionists, to do, you must try.

You may not succeed, but you must try.

In summary, Luke should have punted that little goblin into the swamp.

#andor #andor spoilers #star wars #yoda #nemik's manifesto #karis nemik #rogue one #brasso #kino loy #maarva #jedi #revolution #empire #amca

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tboyandor · 2 months

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where can I put it down?

a missing scene from Andor s1e2 that picks up right after Cassian tells Maarva, "I messed up."

read on ao3

“Just tell me what happened,” Maarva said at last, exhaustion and distress plain in her voice.

Cassian, still crouched down on the floor next to Bee, lowered himself to sit next to Maarva’s chair. He ran a hand over his face, and sighed. He didn't look at her.

“I've been looking for Kerri,” he said in a low voice. Cassian looked up for long enough to see the pain flash across Maarva's face. “I tracked down a rumor that a girl from Kenari was working at… an establishment on Morlana One. I was just there to ask a few questions, but I probably said too much, told them I was looking for my sister.” Maarva sighed. “The boss said there was a girl from Kenari working there, but she left. Wouldn’t give me a name. So that’s it, dead end.”

“I’m sorry, dear,” Maarva said, and she lay a gentle hand on Cassian’s shoulder, squeezing him a little. “What went wrong, then?”

“Two corpos harassed me, for nothing,” Cassian said, feeling the rage he’d felt that night burning in his throat. “I wasn’t just going to let them push me around! I didn’t mean to kill them, Ma…”

He looked up at his mother, then, desperate, needing her to understand. The sorrow he saw in her eyes, and the relief of telling her what had happened, and all the rage and upset he was feeling made a lump form in his throat and pushed tears into his eyes.

Before he could blink them away, turn his head, get up and go find Bix, he felt Maarva’s hand on his head, in his hair, her thumb tenderly stroking the side of his face, and his tears spilled over onto his cheeks.

Cassian let his head drop down to rest on the arm of Maarva’s chair, and let her pet his hair as he cried very quietly. At least he wouldn’t have to keep looking into her face, that expression filled with sorrow, and love, and forgiveness.

Bee let out a concerned trill, and moved from their charging station to bump up against Cassian’s side. He lifted his arm to let them snuggle closer, and Bee made a happy sound that made Cassian giggle a little despite himself. Maarva chuckled quietly.

“I’m sorry, Ma,” he said, a raw whisper.

“You really don’t need to say that, Cassian,” Maarva replied. “None of this is your fault; you’ve made some choices, yes, but you had every right to defend yourself against those bastards. I’m not angry with you. I’m just… afraid. I’m afraid for you.”

Cassian sniffled, and kept his cheek pressed against the familiar leather of Maarva’s chair.

“Look at me, Cass,” she said, and gently nudged his bearded chin with one hand, guiding his face to look towards hers. He let himself be guided, and looked at her.

She smiled a little sadly, but her eyes were full of love.

“I love you,” she told him, with characteristic firmness. “I don’t want you to forget that. I know I can’t be of much help anymore, but… I’m on your side. Always have been. We’ll get through this together, hm?”

He swallowed against the lump beginning to form again in his throat, and nodded, then reached up and took her hand in his, squeezing gently.

“I love you, too, Ma,” Cassian murmured softly.

Maarva smiled a little at that, and pressed a kiss to his forehead, and a comfortable silence passed between them. It wasn’t until Maarva began moving her fingers over his bandaged hand with concerned curiosity that Cassian realized he’d forgotten to keep hiding his injury from her.

“Did you put bacta on this?”

“No…” Cassian replied reluctantly.

Maarva made an exasperated sound and moved to get up out of her chair.

“Ma, don’t, I’ll get it!”

“No, you stay,” she said, pushing down on his shoulder with one hand, both to keep him sitting and to lever herself up. “I’m perfectly capable of walking across the house. And you need to give that droid some attention, they’ve been pining for you for weeks now.”

With that, she stalked off across the house to the medicine cabinet.

“That is t-t-true,” Bee stated matter-of-factly, their head swiveling to look at Cassian. “I have m-m-missed you, Cassian!”

“I’ve missed you too, Bee,” Cassian said, putting an arm around them again, and leaning down to press his cheek against Bee’s rough metal surface. He wrapped his other arm around them, and Bee chirped happily.

“You’ve been such a good friend to me,” Cassian whispered. “I’m sorry I haven’t been a better one for you.”

Cassian felt Bee’s head shift under him into what was probably a quizzical position.

“I d-d-don’t understand,” Bee replied, sounding genuinely puzzled. Cassian could feel his motors working hard. “You are the b-b-best friend. I just want to see you more. M-M-Maarva does too.”

Cassian blinked, and his hands tightened their grip around Bee’s metal ridges.

“I want that, too,” he managed. “It’s not that I don’t want to be here. I just… I don’t know what to do with myself. I want to be good to you both, be at my best for you, but most days I don’t know how to be good to myself, so… it’s hard. It’s easier to be out there, fucking around.”

Bee took his time processing that one.

“That is ok-k-k-kay,” the droid responded. “We love you, no m-m-matter what.”

Cassian responded by hugging Bee as tightly as he could without damaging them, and tried not to cry.

“I found it!” Maarva cried triumphantly, as she emerged from the storage room where the medicine cabinet was, looking like she’d undergone hand-to-hand combat with its contents.

She made her way effortfully back to her chair, and sat down, clutching a container full of bacta in one hand and some fresh bandages in the other.

“Give me your hand, then,” she told him firmly, after taking a moment to catch her breath.

Cassian somewhat reluctantly let go of Bee, and scooted closer to Maarva’s chair.

He held out his hand, and Maarva began unwrapping it with industrious care. She paused for a moment once Cassian’s hand was uncovered, looking at his bloodied and broken skin with concern etched into her brow. He watched as she put that to one side, and picked up the bacta, unscrewing the lid and scooping up a bit of the gel with her fingers before smearing it over his knuckles.

Cassian winced a little at the cold shock of it, but let her continue. For a moment, he felt as though this could be any evening from his childhood on Ferrix; from the earlier argument with Maarva, to the tears and making up, the Bee cuddles and the way he would tell the little droid things he’d never dare say to anyone else, complete with sitting on the floor by his mother’s chair as she tended some scrape he’d gotten from messing around somewhere he shouldn’t have, or getting into a fight with Nurchi.

As Maarva wrapped his hand with a fresh bandage, he realized that the only thing missing was the sound of Clem returning for the night, smelling of the salvage yard, bustling around the house, asking about what trouble Cassian had gotten into, or telling them about some shenanigans he and Brasso had gotten up to in his warm voice.

The house felt unbearably quiet, all of a sudden.

“There,” Maarva murmured, patting Cassian’s hand gently, giving him permission to withdraw it, although her hand still rested over his fingers.

Cassian realized that the only thing that was different about this night was everything, and he began to remember why he’d been away from home so often of late. Despite all of it, right now he wanted more than anything to stay exactly where he was, because, stars, he missed them. He missed Maarva and he missed Bee, and all he wanted was to have time to make a new life with them, to take care of them, but now, he was a wanted man.

There wasn’t time.

Maarva met his eyes briefly, then looked back down at his hand still in her lap.

“You should go, Cass,” Maarva said very quietly, every word seemed to pain her to say. “You needed to see Bix about something. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you for so long.”

She patted his hand again, this time an encouragement, an urging, for him to withdraw it. Cassian nodded a little numbly, then shifted so he was kneeling next to his mother’s chair, and instead of withdrawing, he took both of her hands in both of his.

He looked down, swallowed, then looked her in the eye.

“I miss you, Ma,” he told her, his voice hoarse with emotion. “I didn’t realize how much until… It was stupid, but I thought we’d have more time. I thought… I knew I would have to get out of here for a little while, maybe after at least a night or two, but… I didn’t realize it would get this bad. And now, I can’t stay at all. I have a plan, sort of, but I don’t know when I’ll be able to come back. I’m sorry. I wish we had more time.”

“I wish so too, son,” Maarva said after a moment, tears in her eyes, her voice wavering in a way Cassian had rarely heard before. “I miss you so much. But right now, you need to go, hm? And I’ll be here, if you need me.”

Cassian felt a deep ache in his chest that he knew would become debilitating if he let himself stay still a moment longer.

So, he squeezed Maarva’s hands in his, kissed her wizened cheek, and let go of her, briefly running a hand over Bee’s head as he passed him, then somehow managed to walk out the door without sobbing, or looking back.

#cassian #maarva #b2emo #fic #my fic #andor #star wars andor #andor s1 #cassian andor #maarva andor

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