gallusrostromegalus:

unpretty:

hi i’m kitty i don’t know anything about star wars whoops


“What am I looking at?”

Lando leaned forward and laced his fingers together. “My taxes.” He paused, then gestured to Han. “Our taxes,” he corrected, with an unnecessarily rakish grin.

Leia squinted at the datapad. “Tax fraud.”

“Oh, no no no. Absolutely not. My accounting is impeccable.”

“I don’t see how it could be,” she said. “He’s a smuggler.”

“Hey,” Han began. He shut his mouth when Leia leveled him with a look. He opened it again to persist, but saw that Lando had a shit-eating grin as he watched their argument-in-potentia. Han glowered at Lando, and made him grin wider. Han huffed, hooking his thumbs on his belt.

“Legally, he’s a long-haul transport navigator,” Lando said, and Leia snorted. “Because he has a spouse at home—me—he qualifies for a higher income deduction as well as a few credits unique to the profession.”

“Wait, credits?” Han asked.

“Because he’s my dependent,” Lando continued, ignoring him.

“The hell I am.”

“That puts me in a unique legal position—not many people know about this, but in order to incentivize long-haul transportation, a spouse who claims a long-haul transport navigator as a dependent qualifies as a household caretaker, which is a kind of head of household that’s able to claim significantly more not only for themselves but for any other dependent spouses they may happen to have.”

“But his transport isn’t legal,” Leia said, fascinated. Han was pretending to understand the conversation, which would have been more convincing if he weren’t already fiddling with a kinetic sculpture on one of Lando’s shelves.

“It’s art.”

“What?”

“As far as my taxes are concerned,” Lando said, “Han transports art. They can’t prove that it isn’t. And I’m always careful to get the valuation right.”

“How do you know what I transport?” Han asked, indignant. A piece came off the sculpture in his hands. He looked down at it, then looked at Lando. He made a hasty attempt to reattach the piece. The entire sculpture collapsed. Han took his hands from it, and attempted to lean casually against the shelves with his elbow to block it from view.

“They call me,” Lando said.

No,” Leia gasped, delighted.

“Yes,” Lando said, grinning again. “They know I’m his partner. They know I can’t be sure I’m getting my fair share unless I know exactly what he’s getting. So they call me.”

“What!” Han stood straighter, his brow furrowed and his face all twisted into an incredulous pout of anger.

“They might have been able to catch him smuggling,” Lando said to Leia, still not addressing Han.

“They would never,” Han sneered.

“But they’re never going to get him on tax evasion. There’s no way he would have been paying taxes on his own.”

“It never even occurred to me that he would,” Leia said.

“I’m right here,” Han reminded them.

“So you can see why I can’t divorce him,” Lando said.

“I don’t follow,” Leia said.

“My household caretaker status is the foundation of all of this,” he said, pointing to the datapad. “I divorce Han and the whole thing collapses.”

“Collapses how?” Leia asked, narrowing her eyes.

“Cloud City goes bankrupt.”

Han choked.

“How many people have you married?” Leia demanded.

“Leia, you know that you’re my favorite wife-in-law,” Lando said, “but I don’t think I’m comfortable discussing that aspect of my personal life.”

The pile of former-sculpture slid from the shelf, and clattered to the floor.

Han pretended not to notice.

This is GLORIOUS and also 100% in character for someone who allegedly doesn’t know anything about star wars.

samjohnssonvt:

jerseytigermoth:

imception:

imception:

i’ve never seen a depiction of a luke organa and farmboy leia au where luke has long fancy hair and the iconic white dress and leia has short hair

and honestly? cowards

let alone the logical followup, dagobah leia with HUGE sweaty biceps bursting out of a tank top doing swamp crossfit while luke makes out with han inside a space worm and flirts with lando

This post planted an idea that was too fun to ignore! Here’s Leia Skywalker in Dagobah’s fashionable finery!

Because it might make them smile, I am calling @deadcatwithaflamethrower to this post.

onthursdays:

#as much as I love (love) the tension between leia and han on hoth and speculating where it came from (they had sex)     #there must have been a couple long months where it was this     #han couldn’t keep up the disaffected nonchalance forever he wasn’t even very good at it to begin with     #leia couldn’t be guarded and grudging all the time; not when she had this pair of unlikely boys slip into her life     #filling the void that was alderaan with laughter and pranks and whining and commentary on how akbar was wearing his whiskers     #it becomes a very common sight—commander organa in the hangar; sitting on a barrel or a stack of crates     #talking at luke as he does pre-flight checks on the x-wing or keeping up one-sided conversation with han and chewie as they work on the falc     #(“do you ever stop talking princess?” han asks once     #but it’s fond it’s immeasurably fond and she scrunches up her nose as she tries not to smile     #he’s always trying to make her smile)     #only one day she looks up from her hands—she had been gesturing with them as she spoke; a habit she picked up from breha     #and there’s han     #sitting right there his face turned up to her and a look of wondering attention on his face     #it’s so startling she falls silent; swallows whatever she had been about to say     #“oh I didn’t mean—you don’t have to stop” han says apologetically. “I liked that one.”     #“what was I talking about?” leia asks and she feels suddenly hot; stupid—she hates how close he is     #how soft his eyes are on her     #how he says “non-human labor movements” and then actually leans forward on his elbows and listens     #how she can’t help glancing at his mouth sometimes; incidentally     #she hates it all she hates how sharp and significant and vital it makes everything she hates how she can’t     #stop feeling like something’s been taken out of her     #and given to someone else; not a vital organ nothing so essential     #but still something she would rather have kept safe in her control     #(she wonders what would happen if she leaned forward too)