It really seriously bothers me when I see posts referring to “Princess Leia” and then people reblog them to say “GENERAL****” as though this is an important correction. As though Leia’s identity as a princess is either somehow inherently bad or is in anyway inferior to her position as a general.

I don’t think people understand that Leia had MORE POWER as a princess than she does as a general.

First of all, Leia as a princess was never some damsel in distress, sitting pretty, waiting for her Prince Charming type of situation. As Princess of Alderaan, Leia was had the advantage of extensive cultural and diplomatic training and used her position and connections and political savvy to become a Senator and therefore a SPY, looking out for the interests not only of her Alderaanian subjects but also of the entire galaxy. Her title of Princess is crucial in regards to her character, even now just reading the new CANON comics, insofar as Alderaan is an integral aspect of who she is–not only an Alderaanian, but the person who felt RESPONSIBLE for the safety of the planet.

Then after her home planet was obliterated right before her eyes, she continued on to use her knowledge and skills and political leverage–none of which she would have had if she hadn’t been adopted into a royal house–to aid the rebellion, and her title as “princess” allowed her to become a symbol of resistance and rebellion against tyranny across the entire galaxy. She was a SPY PRINCESS, A WARRIOR PRINCESS, A POLITICAL PRINCESS, and every other kind of princess you could imagine. Leia as a princess is badass, and not something to be snidely dismissed with ignorant assertions that being a general is better and more “feminist” just because it’s a title traditionally held by men.

In reality, the situation is entirely the reverse. Leia has no authority as a General other than over her own troops in a resistance that’s not even fully supported by the government that Leia herself helped to establish AS A PRINCESS. The New Republic didn’t take Leia’s warnings about the First Order seriously and LOOK WHERE THAT LANDED THEM. And the sway and renown that is still shown to Leia in the new canon is STILL linked to her royal status, not just because she was a princess but because of what she DID as a princess. That’s why we get the line “well to me she’s royalty.”

Disney slapped the title of General on Leia hoping that fans would rally to this feminist progress while at the same time propagating the idea that she couldn’t possibly have been a present mother or wife while also succeeding in a political career, ignoring her OT character arc, destroying her family for no other reason than to create Kylo Ren, and undermined her credibility in the new system. I don’t see any feminism in those regressions.

Does Leia deserve to be a general? Yes, of course. But can we please stop acting like this is some kind of upgrade? Being a Princess was central to Leia’s character, and NEVER was this fact in any way a disadvantage to her. She was both graceful and polished and vulnerable and strong and determined and lethal. She was the “strong female character” that girls could look up to, and I personally see nothing to turn your nose up about fierce, intelligent, brave PRINCESS Leia Organa.

why is everyone dragging luke skywalker for not being a cynical brooding badass at the age of nineteen… he literally spent his entire life on the same planet doing the same stuff, just because he lacks the kind life experience that leia had at his age doesn’t make him childish or weak- in fact, I think it makes him lucky. He was able to have more of a normal childhood instead of being thrust into politics and warfare at such a young age. So maybe yall can chill and realize that luke was literally just a normal nineteen year old and that’s part of what makes him such a great protagonist- your everyday kid with big dreams makes them come true and becomes a hero in the process.

“I Know Evil” sw one-shot

“Listen Kid, I know evil. and you are not.”  Prompt from here.

The edges of consciousness began to prickle Han Solo’s mind as he felt a small jab in his arm.  Han rolled over, repositioning to avoid any other disturbances.  But the jab came again, harder this time.  He mumbled something to his wife, something that kinda sounded like mruhaba but was meant to be “what’s going on?”

“Dad?” A little voice whispered, poking his arm again.  Han knew that voice, he knew it like he knew the controls on the Millennium Falcon.  

“Daaaad?”  The voice echoed again, and Han’s eyes shot open.

Standing next to the bed was Ben, still in his pajamas.  He was hugging his teddy bear upside down, something that Ben had started doing when was a baby.  Leia told him that it was because the legs were easier to get his little hands around.  Ben was wide awake, and he looked near tears.  Han’s worry increased.

“Ben?  What are you doing out of bed?”  

The little boy sniffled and looked down to his teddy bear.  “I heard a voice.”

“What voice?”

His shoulders shrugged.  “I don’t know.”

Han considered.  He knew that Luke and Leia could communicate to Ben through the Force, but Ben would’ve recognized their voice.  There wasn’t anyone else they knew that could control the Force.  “What did the voice say?”  

Ben’s lips quivered.  “Bad things.  Daddy, he was mean.”  

“It was just a nightmare, Ben.”

Ben wobbled in spot as he said shyly, “I can’t sleep anymore.”

Han wished he could will away Ben’s bad dreams, but he didn’t have that power.  Kriff, he didn’t know if even Luke had that power.  Han lifted a hand to ruffle the boy’s dark hair.  “Wanna come sleep in the big bed with me and your mom?”

The dark curls bounced enthusiastically, as he nodded his head.  Ben held out his teddy, which Han took from the boy.  With his hands now free, Ben set about the task of climbing on the bed.  His gripped the sheets, pulling the comforter off a sleeping Leia, and he was only able to make it up when Han gave him a boost.

The boy spread his limbs as far as he could to crawl over Han’s body to settle down into the gap between his parents.    Han reached over to shove a pillow in the gap, allowing his son to lie down.  Ben scooted into place, wiggling like a worm until he was comfortable.  Han chuckled softly and tucked him into the blankets; taking time to also re-cover Leia.  The little boy smiled expectantly up at Han, and Han knew that his son wasn’t going to get much more sleep in this arrangement.  

“Wanna tell me what your dream was about?”  Han asked softly.

Ben’s smile diminished.  “There was a bad man.  And he wanted me to be dark.”

Han frowned.  “You don’t go to the dark side because someone wants you to.”

“But he said…” Ben’s voice died away as his eyes flooded with tears.  “Daddy, am I bad?”  

The seriousness in Ben’s tone broke Han a little.  What had Ben been dreaming that would make him believe such a thing?  Han looked down at his son and certainly told him, “listen kid.  I’ve known evil.  I promise you are not.”

Han’s gaze ran over Leia’s sleeping form at the thought.  Leia had once thought the same thing; that being Darth Vader’s daughter had automatically made her less of a good person.  Han had rebuffed it quickly.  He knew Leia, she could never be anything like Vader.  Just like then, Han now looked at his son, knowing in his heart that his son wasn’t evil.

With all the Force mumbo-jumbo that went on around him, Han knew the line between good and evil was an easy one to cross.  But Ben had Leia, Luke, and himself to help him, to guide him.  

“Ben, I promise you are not bad.”  

His son must’ve felt Han’s certainty, because Ben relaxed slowly.  After a few more minutes of wiggling, Ben became still.  Just like when he was a baby, Han watched his son fall back asleep tucked safely between the two people who would give their lives for him, who loved him unconditionally.

Ben’s nightmare’s worried him.  The boy already had enough pressure on him for being two Rebellion heroes’ kid and Force sensitive.  Han hoped that these pressures weren’t cumulating into bad dreams for the kid.  He made a mental note to talk to Leia about it in the morning.  

Han gazed contentedly at his family sleeping before feeling settled enough to go back to sleep himself.