The droid... stole a freighter?

you had a father who loved you! who gave a damn about you!

trans man binds with ace bandages until a Good Cis Ally gets him a binder

“this is my buff trans wife and i want her to murder me” and other various phrases that make the association that trans woman = violent

trans man is in a state of undress when another character walks in on him shirtless, which outs him as trans against his will

character who is a man (or uses he/him pronouns) in canon gets headcanoned as a trans woman and then in the trans headcanon fanart she’s drawn even buffer and hairier than in canon just to prove how Obviously Not Cis she is

drawing cis characters like regular people but then stylizing your trans headcanons to emphasize the characteristics of their ASAB

exclusively headcanoning thin adolescent white boys as trans men

headcanoning Real, Actual People as trans

referring to adult characters as “boys” if you headcanon them as trans; infantilizing trans men in general

not bothering to draw body hair on your cis characters, but always including body hair on your trans women headcanons.

having cis love interests say anything along the lines of “i love you no matter what parts you have :)” like they deserve a fuckin medal

The FO wants it’s ppl to be dependent on the regime for what they need. They’re not going to give them enough to easily defect to a planet of their choosing when the going gets tough.

Stick it out and you’ll be rewarded when we win – that’s the party line and Hux drinks at least some of that kool-aid himself. I mean, the most comfortable piece of clothing he owns is a canvas robe that, if you actually read the description in Phasma, is more pissed-off-Sith than porn-star-at-leisure:

According to the folks who know about sewing, we’re looking at something like this:

The only thing he owns that’s not cut from the FO regulation mold is that ice blue couch. It’s so fucking kitchy when you picture it, but when you think about why he’d have something like that, it’s probably because he saw it in a catalogue from Coruscant and saved whatever he could to buy the thing when he made general, or maybe it was confiscated from some vice lord’s den. Either way, from Hux’s skewed, military-essentialist perspective, that’s what opulence looks like. It’s the one personal touch in his quarters – the thing that he puts on display to prove that he’s someone, that he made it.

Looking at the comment about the FO wanting its followers to depend on the regime: this makes sense because they would want to counteract the opulence and meaningless extravagance that punctuated the last days of the Empire (Chuck Wendig has it nailed down in Aftermath). A surefire way to achieve that would be to have a communist-like system where individuals work for measly pay, but they have their basic needs (healthcare, housing etc) provided and maintained by the FO. 

Everything is made according to the plan endorsed by the highest command. The Order is perfecting a ‘brand’ their followers will be recognised by throughout the Galaxy: their clothing, their haircuts, their choice of hobbies. There is a ‘right’ and a ‘wrong’ for everything. Personal possessions are frowned upon as signs of philistinism.

Idk how often the couch is mentioned, but the excerpts I’ve seen from the novel  are all along these lines:

He’s always leaning back into it and settling comfortably. He’s reveling in that thing. The pov characters refer to it as ‘his,’ because he’s very obviously claimed it, but if it’s on a commandeered vessel, his ownership is likely to be temporary.