#phasma appreciation

She’s not a poor woobie baby who needs love to fix her.

I feel like feeling sorry for villains is almost a given in media these days, and there are a gazillion fanfics about healing whatever bad boy caught the internet’s attention with romance.

But not Phasma.

She knows she’s a horrible person. She doesn’t care. She takes pride in her work for the First Order. She’s confident. She doesn’t have a sad backstory or feelings of conflict. She is a badass mothereffer who knows that it’s good to be bad and embraces it.

-Ambitious

-Takes no shit

-May not be the bravest but sure puts up a hell of a fight

-Will do anything to get what she wants

-Self-confident

-Worked hard to get to where she is

-Does actually praise people from time to time

-Survivor

-Inspires awe just by walking into a room

because I love her so much and this is gonna be painful to imagine..

Don’t imagine a tiny tiny blonde baby girl, happily babbeling in her crip, being lifted out of that crip by foreign hands

Don’t imagine the tiny baby girl getting a designation instead of her name

Don’t imagine all the horrible things that people did to the not-so-tiny girl while she grew up

Don’t imagine that there were no mirrors or shiny surfaces in the training facilities, so the girl and here companions even had their faces taken away from them to not have them develop any kind of identity

Don’t imagine the girl, thats a grown ass woman by now, talking to someone with a name and a face, they were allowed to wear, for the first time when the General informs her about her promotion

Don’t imagine the woman stepping into her room (her OWN room!) for the first time

Don’t imagine the woman finding a mirror in her bathroom

Don’t imagine the woman being scared of the face in the mirror at first

Don’t imagine that it takes the woman a minute to understand that that face belongs to her, that she even has a face

Don’t imagine the woman staring into that mirror for hours, desperatly trying to comprehend what she’s seeing, that her skin is light, that her hair is blond, that her eyes are blue

Don’t imagine the woman naming herself in that bathroom, because she has a face, she is a person, she can have a name now

Don’t imagine Phasma’s devotion to the First Order, because the Order gave her a face, made her a person, let her have a name

Don’t imagine Phasma being so damn grateful to the system that gave her everything, never understanding that the same system took everything and more away first.