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sometimes all you need is being kissed on your top of head by hunter and listening him while he says how everything will be okay
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Your kind words mean the world to me. Thank you for your response!! 🥰
A/N: I haven’t been active on tumblr for a while now, and I want to come back. My personal life has honestly been shit recently, and this has always been my safe haven. I wrote up this short piece, because I needed to vent some feelings. It almost feels a little too personal, but I want to stop censoring my feelings.
Usually my blog is feel good and fluffy, so fair warning, this is pretty angsty. I tried to keep it somewhat neutral, so that you could interpret it as a reader insert if you wanted, so yeah...read on if you dare
It shouldn’t be a surprise.
There are a million good reasons for any friendship to come to a close. Except, this time it stings. Like a hand reached into your chest and squeezed your heart like a sponge. Wrung it dry until there was nothing left to feel, save for the dull ache of loss and loneliness.
It used to be magic, when the two of you were together. It felt as if you could be yourself, true to the core, no inhibitions, no reason to twist the truth. No reason to say “I’m fine”, because honesty was precious when you were together.
Now, it’s not so precious. Not since he saw you and turned away. He was laughter, and life, and everything you held dear. No need for other friends, because they wouldn’t understand you like he did. So yes, maybe you shouldn’t have trusted so deeply, or maybe it was just doomed from the start.
So why do you dream of him, of the memories you shared. It feels as if you’ve lost a brother, a piece of your heart. The cracks in your soul will heal, but the scars will stay there forever. Even your subconscious calls out to him, begs for the clock to rewind, back to the happy times. “Time will mend all hurt”, or so the saying goes. But it doesn’t feel like that, it seems that time just makes the pain worse.
The worst part is that you should be angry, but all you can feel is love.
Maybe that’s why it hurts so bad.
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A/N: I haven’t been active on tumblr for a while now, and I want to come back. My personal life has honestly been shit recently, and this has always been my safe haven. I wrote up this short piece, because I needed to vent some feelings. It almost feels a little too personal, but I want to stop censoring my feelings.
Usually my blog is feel good and fluffy, so fair warning, this is pretty angsty. I tried to keep it somewhat neutral, so that you could interpret it as a reader insert if you wanted, so yeah...read on if you dare
It shouldn’t be a surprise.
There are a million good reasons for any friendship to come to a close. Except, this time it stings. Like a hand reached into your chest and squeezed your heart like a sponge. Wrung it dry until there was nothing left to feel, save for the dull ache of loss and loneliness.
It used to be magic, when the two of you were together. It felt as if you could be yourself, true to the core, no inhibitions, no reason to twist the truth. No reason to say “I’m fine”, because honesty was precious when you were together.
Now, it’s not so precious. Not since he saw you and turned away. He was laughter, and life, and everything you held dear. No need for other friends, because they wouldn’t understand you like he did. So yes, maybe you shouldn’t have trusted so deeply, or maybe it was just doomed from the start.
So why do you dream of him, of the memories you shared. It feels as if you’ve lost a brother, a piece of your heart. The cracks in your soul will heal, but the scars will stay there forever. Even your subconscious calls out to him, begs for the clock to rewind, back to the happy times. “Time will mend all hurt”, or so the saying goes. But it doesn’t feel like that, it seems that time just makes the pain worse.
The worst part is that you should be angry, but all you can feel is love.
Maybe that’s why it hurts so bad.
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#his spidey senses go haywire every time there’s a new best friend in a 5 mile radius#mandalorian#din djarin
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First painting of 2021! Renewal is a fitting theme, I think.
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shout out to fanfiction authors for giving me awesome shit for free on a daily basis
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ni kar’tayli gar darasuum
Din Djarin/Reader (no pronouns)
Din was friends with another foundling as a child, they never saw each other’s faces, both shrouded in beskar from everyone. But feelings form from actions and words, not sight.
AKA Din gets married to someone equally touchstarved.
Warnings/Content: crying, kissing, din’s eyes, din’s face, din’s hands. murky lore bc i’m new to star wars but i’m trying :)
Word Count: 1.3k
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Thank you @yours-truly-r for prompting this whole thing 💖
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Catch Me- Din Djarin x Reader
Summary: Being hunting partners with the infamous Mandalorian is a lot easier said than done.
A/n: So this is based off of that one Bamboleo trend on Tik Tok. I hope you guys like it!
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Wind roars in your ears as you sprint through the busy streets. People scream and yell as they are pushed aside by your pursuers.
“I thought you said one bounty!” Sneering into the intercom, you yell at the mandalorian.
“I did.”
You hate how unfazed he sounds. Here you are, running for your life, and your partner is probably sitting on a rooftop sipping spotchka.
“Well there’s more than one!” A loud curse rips from your throat as a knife passes about an inch from your face. “Gah!”
Willing your legs to move faster, you spin around bystanders, trying to shake them from your tail.
“You’re the one who got yourself found.”
Scoffing you sneer into the comlink, “Yeah because your shiny head would have been less noticeable.”
“We are on Coruscant.”
Deciding not to answer his smug ass, you curse as you approach the road. It’s just a straight drop down and there’s no way to run except straight. Crap.
Running to the edge, you turn and your mind works a mile a minute, trying to think of an escape.
“Nowhere to run.” The four men stop on all sides of you, blocking off every route. One of them steps forward and chuckles. “Thought you were cute?” He reaches to grab your arm, but you flinch out of his hold. He hums, “Alright, you play hard to get now, but we’ll see how you act when you’re tied down.”
You have to think of something quick. Then a thought crosses your mind, it’s risky, but you only live once, right?
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A MANDALORIAN WITH A JETPACK IS A WEAPON
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˗ˏˋ Happy late Birthday @pedros-pascal ˊˎ˗
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DIN DJARIN’S HOTTEST MOMENTS
29. 111/214 votes → Din saying that to a room full of stormtroopers in The Mandalorian
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Commissions I made for @mandalorianart, I had fun making these and I’m so so so happy you liked <3
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Some Helmetless Din Djarin Doodles !!!
Why does he have to wear that helmet all the time ??? >:(
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yes officer that’s him. that’s the man i love with my entire soul ;-;
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