Tag: general hux

finalizer-psytech:

TODAY ON UNDERCOVER LOVE:

These two individuals both think they’re participating in the show Undercover Boss as “Matt, Radar Technician” and “David, Payroll Specialist”…

…But what they don’t know is that their co-workers have instead nominated them for Undercover Love, where we play cupid to connect colleagues through false identities so they can get out of their own way and find happiness together!

Today’s participants have been nominated by a co-worker who prefers to remain anonymous, but said she “Really can’t take any more of their nonsense” because “’Matt’ will never be able to get a date on his own and ‘David’ is so sexually frustrated he’s scaring the troops.”

Let’s watch what happens when these two are introduced…

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doodlegryphon:

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I started out going for cute valvert neck kisses and next thing I know its?? This??? okay??? my theory is that Hux got tired of Ren Force choking his stormtroopers left and right so he gives him a taste of what thats like. I guess. why are there no clothes? Because honestly I didn’t think that far ahead whoops

wow this is so good

thcmilleniumfalcon:

So I just came across @kylostahp and @kdazrael ‘s ( sorry if this is weird sdlfjsklfdj ) discussion of Unknown Regions / Core Worlds culture and the weird class undertones between them, and especially the kind of upbringing Hux would have actually had, considering that the ones who fled to the Unknown Regions weren’t the low- or mid-level people or the civilians, for the most part. It was the soldiers. The officers. The sort of people you don’t generally found new cultures and civilizations with.

anD JUST. I’m so invested in this now? And I didn’t know I was. But I am so here for Hux to have learned much too young that to falter is to fail, and to fail is to die. For that knowledge having been ground into his bones.

Everything is a high-stakes game for him. He grew up hard-scrabble, blood-on-teeth, taught with a whip and a story of the Empire that was, the life that should have been theirs. His teachers were old soldiers. Survivors, not professors. They re-opened the military academies to preserve the echoes of their old glory, of course. Looking back on it, Hux recognizes the effort as almost pathetic: it’s like a prisoner, barred in their cell, screaming you haven’t stopped me! You haven’t! The entire point, he thinks, is that the Empire did fall. The entire point is that this time, it won’t.

So they re-open the academies. That’s well and good. But running a school is hard, and they’re already so pressed for resources. Where would they find the money for dedicated facilities? What they had were warehouses, empty hangars, running laps through the tunnels beneath the planet’s inhospitable surface, passing the cold eyes of their fellow wolves and monsters. The gentle did not live long there. If you weren’t good enough, you were gone. In the social order the students built, there is only hunter and hunted. Their commandments are not ones of peace; their catechisms do not promote harmony or joy. The students practice the verses until they know it by rote. Take the jeers, the fists-on-ribs; tear the teeth from their mouths. Be the best, or you are nothing. Be what the Empire should have been. These children learned how to ration too young. They learned how to fill themselves instead with stories of glory, of what was, of what should have been.

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