On the night in question, there was a thunderstorm on Kamino. Three cadets had been trying to sneak out after lights out. They wanted to see the rain, feel it on their skin. Dogma watched the three brothers creep out of bed, all hushed whispers and socked feet, then swung out of bed himself, seeking out the nearest Training Officer to report the three cadets.
The next morning, after the cadets had been punished with cleaning every latrine in the facility – only the first day of their week long punishment – they cornered Dogma before their morning drills.
“Sell out your own brothers, Dogma?” One of them sneered, shoving him hard in the chest. “Where’s your loyalty? Did you lose it somewhere, between licking one officer’s boot to the other?”
“He hasn’t got any loyalty!” Another jeered. “Got no sense of adventure in him. Good boy, Dogma, always doing what he’s told like the dog he is.”
The remark was followed by a swift gut punch. Dogma didn’t register it fast enough to dodge it, and crumpled in on himself.
“I -.” He coughed. “I was following instructions… we have orders -.”
“Brothers come first, Dogma!” The third cadet finally spoke, delivering a swift kick to Dogma’s prostrate form. “You’ve got to be defective, going against your own brothers.” He shook his head in disgust. “Get up.”
Dogma made no attempt to move, and the cadet kicked him again. “I said get up!”
The cadet knelt down by Dogma’s face, pulled his lips back in a feral smile. “What’s the matter, Dogma? I thought you liked following orders?”
“I don’t take orders from you.”
The cadet whistled. Another chuckled from behind him. “We’ll see about that, dog.”
He straightened up, lifting his boot to stomp on Dogma when a tightly curled fist came out of nowhere. Where the cadet had once been standing, he now lay flat on his back on the floor, clutching his face, rivulets of blood pouring out from between his fingers.
“You broke my nose!” He bellowed thickly. “You kriffing piece of bantha shit-.”
“Make one more move and I’ll hit you so hard your teeth will rattle for a month.” A sharp, clear voice cut through the haze of pain Dogma felt. “Anybody else want a broken bone?”
The other two cadets knelt down to their ringleader, helping him to his feet before darting off down the hall towards the med-bay, shouting threats over their shoulders. Dogma squinted up at his savior, watching the other cadet kneel down beside him.
“Don’t move too much,” he said softly. “Your ribs might be broken.”
Dogma felt soft hands gather up the fabric of his fatigues, carefully pulling it up and running delicate fingers across his abdomen. He let out a sharp breath through his teeth at the contact.
“You wouldn’t get your ass kicked so much if you’d just let things go.” The clone commented, a sharp edge to his voice. Dogma studied the brother, took in the too-familiar face, set apart only by the shagginess of his hair, tickling his earlobes, at this length.
“Your hair’s too long, Tup.” He mumbled. Tup jabbed him in the ribs, and Dogma gasped sharply.
“Your ribs aren’t broken, just bruised.” Tup snapped back. “And I’m growing it out. General Shakk Ti said I could.”
“It’s against regulation-.”
“For kriff’s sake, Dogma, how ‘bout a thank you?”
Tup helped Dogma to his feet, let Dogma lean on him a bit.
“Thanks.” Dogma grumbled half-heartedly. “We’re going to be late for drills.”
Tup rolled his eyes, shook his head fondly. “Yeah, probably.” He gave Dogma the once over again. “Feeling alright?”
“Yeah.” Dogma muttered, pulling away from his brother. “Thank you,” He said, emphatically this time. “I mean it.”
Tup smiled, pushed his bangs out of his eyes, and followed Dogma down the hall towards drills.
On the night in question, there was a thunderstorm on Kamino. Three cadets had been trying to sneak out after lights out. They wanted to see the rain, feel it on their skin. Dogma watched the three brothers creep out of bed, all hushed whispers and socked feet, then swung out of bed himself, seeking out the nearest Training Officer to report the three cadets.
The next morning, after the cadets had been punished with cleaning every latrine in the facility – only the first day of their week long punishment – they cornered Dogma before their morning drills.
“Sell out your own brothers, Dogma?” One of them sneered, shoving him hard in the chest. “Where’s your loyalty? Did you lose it somewhere, between licking one officer’s boot to the other?”
“He hasn’t got any loyalty!” Another jeered. “Got no sense of adventure in him. Good boy, Dogma, always doing what he’s told like the dog he is.”
The remark was followed by a swift gut punch. Dogma didn’t register it fast enough to dodge it, and crumpled in on himself.
“I -.” He coughed. “I was following instructions… we have orders -.”
“Brothers come first, Dogma!” The third cadet finally spoke, delivering a swift kick to Dogma’s prostrate form. “You’ve got to be defective, going against your own brothers.” He shook his head in disgust. “Get up.”
Dogma made no attempt to move, and the cadet kicked him again. “I said get up!”
The cadet knelt down by Dogma’s face, pulled his lips back in a feral smile. “What’s the matter, Dogma? I thought you liked following orders?”
“I don’t take orders from you.”
The cadet whistled. Another chuckled from behind him. “We’ll see about that, dog.”
He straightened up, lifting his boot to stomp on Dogma when a tightly curled fist came out of nowhere. Where the cadet had once been standing, he now lay flat on his back on the floor, clutching his face, rivulets of blood pouring out from between his fingers.
“You broke my nose!” He bellowed thickly. “You kriffing piece of bantha shit-.”
“Make one more move and I’ll hit you so hard your teeth will rattle for a month.” A sharp, clear voice cut through the haze of pain Dogma felt. “Anybody else want a broken bone?”
The other two cadets knelt down to their ringleader, helping him to his feet before darting off down the hall towards the med-bay, shouting threats over their shoulders. Dogma squinted up at his savior, watching the other cadet kneel down beside him.
“Don’t move too much,” he said softly. “Your ribs might be broken.”
Dogma felt soft hands gather up the fabric of his fatigues, carefully pulling it up and running delicate fingers across his abdomen. He let out a sharp breath through his teeth at the contact.
“You wouldn’t get your ass kicked so much if you’d just let things go.” The clone commented, a sharp edge to his voice. Dogma studied the brother, took in the too-familiar face, set apart only by the shagginess of his hair, tickling his earlobes, at this length.
“Your hair’s too long, Tup.” He mumbled. Tup jabbed him in the ribs, and Dogma gasped sharply.
“Your ribs aren’t broken, just bruised.” Tup snapped back. “And I’m growing it out. General Shakk Ti said I could.”
“It’s against regulation-.”
“For kriff’s sake, Dogma, how ‘bout a thank you?”
Tup helped Dogma to his feet, let Dogma lean on him a bit.
“Thanks.” Dogma grumbled half-heartedly. “We’re going to be late for drills.”
Tup rolled his eyes, shook his head fondly. “Yeah, probably.” He gave Dogma the once over again. “Feeling alright?”
“Yeah.” Dogma muttered, pulling away from his brother. “Thank you,” He said, emphatically this time. “I mean it.”
Tup smiled, pushed his bangs out of his eyes, and followed Dogma down the hall towards drills.
Hey guys, can you please, PLEASE stop pretending the clones are actually children? Please? They’re not children, they are MEN, they’ve said it a million times through the show and you still don’t understand.
You say they’re actually ten? Yes it’s true, but remember that they grow up two times faster than a normal human. It’s not like they missed the period of being kids, yes they spent it training and training, but they WERE kids. They didn’t just jumped to be adults, they might be 10, but they have the mind and the body of an adult, so please stop pretending they’re kids.
You know what do remind me of when you say they’re children you have to take care of? You remind me of Spanish conquerors when they arrived to America to colonize it. It was the EXACT same mentality they had towards native americans. How so? They thought the indigenous people were inferior to them because they were considering to be like kids who needed to be taken care of. That’s what you remind me of when you say “omg the clones are children and I need to protect”
Brazil did it. Brazil elected a neo-facist, racist, homophobic asshole to govern our country and the consequences about it it’s already happening.
In less than 24h since he’s been elected it’s been hell of fucking earth in Brazil. Countless people have been reported dead all over the country, mainly LGBTQ+. Countless. People parading around cities with their fucking guns (it’s pretty much illegal in Brazil but this asshole is trying to change our law to allow guns, he’s even encouraging parents to give their kids a gun ????), shooting it into the sky in sign of victory. Did you know that one of those bullets killed a child? Yeah. One killed an old lady too. There’s been report of them invading a indigenous village and attacked them. They’ve been saying they are going to kill every single “slut”, “fag”, “dyke”, poor people, Nordestino (people that lives in Nordeste, a region in Brazil, that is mainly against this government), black and homeless people. Aka in the last 24h Brazil felt what is like to live in the fucking Purge.
There’s already people recruiting “good citizens” to erradicate Brazil of “fags and dykes, because now that their master’s been elected, there’s nothing protecting them, they’re not even people.” I kid you not. They’ve created group chats in popular apps to talk about mass shooting the LGBTQ+ community in Brazil. Yesterday there were people waiting outside a queer club to beat anyone that went outside.
Our police enforcement already started to invade college campuses and schools to destroy history books because they think our teachers are indoctrinating us in favor of communism. These history books tells about our 1964 military dictatorship (something we’re very afraid of happening again and we’re pretty sure is gonna happen with this demon in charge). They are trying to say that we choose to elect a military government back then, when in fact was a fucking coup. They’re also trying to get rid of philosophy classes and social studies because they think it only teach us to become communists as well. Basically, they’re all very ignorant and violents and they’re trying to fuck with the only fucking hope we have to our future: education.
You won’t probably hear many of the things I’m saying because I’ve been reading it on social media, and everything we (the opposition) say on social media is basically reported as “fake news” by his voters. But yeah, I can’t count how many videos I’ve saw today of women getting beaten and threatened. Of how many stories I’ve read of people walking the streets and cars pullover poiting guns at them and threaten them. Of people posting pictures of their “victory bbq” with guns spread in their tables close to their fucking meat. Of how many times I’ve cried since his pronouncement, thinking about how I’ve never felt so unsafe in my entire life. Of how I’ll have to be cautious about everything from now on, if I don’t want to become another casualty.
If you don’t believe what I’m saying, read about what foreign news are talking about us:
Latinoamérica de mi corazón, cuándo vas a ser la tierra con la que sueña tu gente?
if you’re brazilian and LGBT i can help you move to Argentina. its not the best, but its what i can do
everyone share this around for brazilian lgbt people who want to become a refugee in argentina. tell them to contact me (love#3592 on discord) if they need more information.
relacionesinternacionales@lgbt.org.ar 011-4338-4900 int.8106 ó 0800-999-3722
Mandar un mail a: defensoria@lgbt.org.ar
O buscanos en FB y TW: @defensorialgbt
TO MOVE TO ARGENTINA SAY A MEMBER OF ZONA LA PLATA SENT YOU THIS INFO TO BECOME A REFUGEE
Heey, this is sweet, but you don’t need to become a refugee to live legally in Argentina if you’re Brazilian! It’s the easiest country to move to for Brazilians and the whole process to obtain a DNI (the Argentinian national identity) takes 90 days and you get a 2 year visa, which you can later turn into a permanent residency visa without much trouble. It’s very affordable, we don’t even need to translate the documents thanks to a bilateral agreement and you don’t have to prove you have a job lined up for you or anything. Unless Brazil leaves the Mercosur, there’s no need to go so far as to ask for refuge if you choose Argentina as your destination.
thank you so much for your addition! reblog this please
if you plan to do this, id suggest you do it as quickly as possible, because its been said bolsonaro wants to leave mercosur
Hey guys, can you please, PLEASE stop pretending the clones are actually children? Please? They’re not children, they are MEN, they’ve said it a million times through the show and you still don’t understand.
You say they’re actually ten? Yes it’s true, but remember that they grow up two times faster than a normal human. It’s not like they missed the period of being kids, yes they spent it training and training, but they WERE kids. They didn’t just jumped to be adults, they might be 10, but they have the mind and the body of an adult, so please stop pretending they’re kids.
You know what do remind me of when you say they’re children you have to take care of? You remind me of Spanish conquerors when they arrived to America to colonize it. It was the EXACT same mentality they had towards native americans. How so? They thought the indigenous people were inferior to them because they were considering to be like kids who needed to be taken care of. That’s what you remind me of when you say “omg the clones are children and I need to protect”
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