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A DESERT-DWELLING COSTUME DESIGN MUSEUM PIECE -- FROM A GALAXY FAR, FAR AWAY.

PIC INFO: Resolution at 4000x6000 -- Spotlight on a male Tusken Raider costume (with gaffi stick) from��"STAR WARS: Episode IV – A New Hope" on display at the STAR WARS and the Power of Costume" traveling exhibit at the Detroit Institute of Arts in Detroit, MI, c. July 2018. 📸: Michael Barera

Source: https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Star_Wars_and_the_Power_of_Costume_July_2018_23_(Tusken_Raider_male_costume_with_gaffi_from_Episode_IV).jpg.

[swtechspecs]

Gaderffi (Sand People "Gaffi Stick")

Source: The Essential Guide to Weapons and Technology (Del Rey, 1997)

[what-i-meant-to-say]

When Boba loves, he loves fierce.

I need everyone to know this, and feel it in the bones of your souls.

[lakemojave]

This afternoon at 2pm pacific: Tales From the Rambler Episode 11!!!

DM'd by Bill @gabajoofs, starring Dot @radiofreederry as Janica Halcyon, Sebastian @lakemojave as Bhuri'Hssyngig, Jordan @brucebocchi as Ced Saverem, Heather @chansaw as Val Griv'ir, and Julia @thottacelli as Caitvuna Conu!

Art by @bijillion, recap under the cut! See y'all then!

THE STORY SO FAR: It has been years since the end of the Galactic Civil War. The New Republic struggles to rebuild the galaxy after decades of Imperial rule, locked in a cold war with the remnant Pentastar Alignment. All the while, in the dark corners of the galaxy, organized crime groups compete with each other to gain power in the galactic underworld after the collapse of the Hutt Cartel. Now, the crew of the transport ship the Rambler have been thrust into this gritty, cutthroat world...

LAST TIME: The crew of the Rambler made one final stop on their travels through Tatooine, delivering the bones of the Krayt Dragon they slew to the Tusken Raiders as a gift. The Tuskens made a gift of their own in the form of a gaffi stick, a symbol of friendship, and the revelation of their people's true name: the Kurrmurr.

Blasting off into hyperspace en route to Corellia, Bhuri and Hank decorated the mess hall with the horn and pearls Bhuri had taken from the Krayt Dragon, and Janica got some sleep, fitfully interrupted by a nightmare in which she was visited by a mysterious figure during the Battle of Endor. She woke up in a cold sweat and went to sleep in the cabin, joined by Bhuri, who laid a blanket over her.

It was pouring rain when the crew returned to Corellia and the newly-expanded Halcyon Transport Solutions headquarters. Entering the building, the crew was met by Valarr Ulgo, leader of the Children of Ghorman, a clandestine group of Imperial hunters. Valarr recruited the crew to hunt down and capture Mod Terrik, a stormtrooper who had killed the aunt and uncle of First Master Luke Skywalker and now hid in plain sight on Corellia, with Skywalker having requested Terrik be captured alive.

The crew agreed, and took some time to rest before beginning the assignment. Work teams began upgrades to the Rambler as Ced and Bhuri went weapon shopping, Caitvuna met with some friends to discuss the recent Pentastar invasion of Ord Mantell, and Janica purchased a 2-1B medical droid from her droidsmith friend Qorol.

In the morning as the crew prepared to leave, they were ambushed by more bounty hunters. They slew the hunters save for one, who they attempted to send back to his employers to send a message. However, he was killed by Corellian security as they responded to the attack. Now, nursing injuries, the crew regroups...

[soularsss]

went to the museum for some inspiration and was like HEY!!! that’s a Tusken Raiders stick!! gaffi stick!!!

they’re called totokia, but i reckon you tusken enjoyers have also run down this path

also. i saw a weird little guy.

[bobafettfanclub]

Temuera Morrison at Supanova Comic Con, photographed by Bouncelight Photography "Using a broom for a Gaffi stick, he made an impressive entrance before welcoming us in his native tongue. He told great stories and was genuinely happy to see his fans and answer questions." See more from the photographer: https://www.instagram.com/bounce_light/

[passionoffett]

The Armorer mentioned how Mandalorians shape theirselves as they shape their steel. Boba Fett forged his gaffi stick and his new armor (made out of the black robes he was given by the Tusken) while shaping a new version of him.

[marierg]

Biscuits and Beskar: 2

Pairing: Boba Fett x OC Kaylee Manu

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, language, mentions of past traumas, fighting, poor self image, getting nervous around the Daimyo, frisky thoughts (still pretty sfw).

A/N: This is written in the style of a reader insert where the reader is Kaylee. So Kaylee is not used to her little world getting set off kilter. She likes the idea of a partner but doesn't usually have the time. Then Boba walks in and the feelings hit like a ton of bricks. Boba is intrigued and Fennec is in the background like a chess master moving the pieces. Fennec is ma girl, like I would love to be besties with her.

Picture credit: Disney and Lucasfilm

Words: 3000 ish...

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“Come work for the Daimyo they said. It'll be great they said. You only might get killed on your first day.”

You hissed out a breath body aching, but there was work to do. You weren't about to let either of the bosses catch you slacking. The second in command had the eyes of a shreik-hawk. She had given very clear instructions to you: keep the Daimyo in good health and spirits. There was an unspoken or else in the silent look she gave that didn't bear testing. You had cautiously requested to see the kitchen. It was an appalling, dirty wreck, and that would have been a kind assessment.

The walk in was out of range, produce and meat were going bad, whomp rats had gotten into most of the dry storage. Then there was the equipment! Looking at the assassin with beribboned hair you quickly insisted on a full remodel. Fennec, as she had introduced herself, had simply given you a slight nod of approval telling you to let her know whatever you needed. You had expected an argument or at least some grumbling. Instead the woman walked away quiet as death.

You weren't entirely certain that she wasn't the specter herself.

“Honestly the state of this place, might as well have left the door open. Wake up to a krayt dragon in the throne room playing with the Rancor.”

It was pure luck that the kids had returned to the palace when they had. The smell of Wookie fur a dead give away for trouble the minute you all crossed the threshold. And while you hadn't necessarily formed your own opinion about the new Daimyo, no one deserved to die ripped limb from limb. Racing up the stairs there the beast was, crushing the man as his feet dangled off the floor.

Bless Drash's soul, the girl had no fear going right for the great terror head on. The others fell in rank behind her ready to brawl. You had joined in as well, landed a few cuts with your knife before being flung like a rag doll across the room. Landing squarely on a very warm, large body. The breath, along with all sense apparently, knocked from you as you lay atop of the infamous Boba Fett.

A half naked Boba Fett whose arms had circled around steadying you and what had been your reaction? Instead of being terrified you had dumbly looked down at his dark, handsome face, swiped your sleeve at his cut lip and said, “You're bleeding.”

What kind of a fool does that?! In the middle of a fight no less! But damn the man for being so handsome... probably why he wore that bucket. Wouldn't get any business done at all with those eyes on everyone seeking audience going dumb.

His brown eyes that had stared back at you like there wasn't a gargantuan, killer hairball not a few feet away. Eyes that should have been cold or harsh or angry given his reputation. But no, they were warm and just a touch amused. He had smirked and quickly rolled, pushing you into a protected side of the room before grabbing a gaffi stick to rejoin the maylay. He was broad in the chest with bearlike strength, fluid and graceful in his movement. Watching as he coordinated his attacks with the others dancing with perfect rhythm. The new Daimyo was something to behold and not one to be trifled with for certain.

Back in the present you moved the grill grates back into place and relit the pilot light. The cabinets were in varying states of repair, counter now resealed and secure again. Rough first days, but looking around now it was starting to feel like your own space. You couldn't help but do a little spin to test out the cleaned floors. The tile in the kitchen was beautiful, thoroughly swept and polished to a high shine. Amazing what you could find hidden under all that tattoine sand.

Not unlike the handsome man in armor down the hall...

Karabast you needed to get a grip! So what if the man was broad and solid. So what if he was kind to those around him. So what if he was honorable in victory and spared the life of the being sent to kill him. And so what if he had protected you. Boba Fett was the boss you were the cook.

“Kaylee don't be a fool... finally landed a good job GET A GRIP!” For Maker's sake you'd only just met the man. Not to mention that you knew better than anyone that crime lords only wanted the arm candy types. Pretty little airheads that didn't care what shady deals happened around them. Not scared, round, small little things like you. Placing the last of the racks in the oven you stacked the pans back on the shelves, clanging them angrily. It was stupid of you to be acting like this.

“Ratty leave that be, I'm not done fixing the door yet,” The little droid paused its shelving work drooping his antenna and beeping fearfully. Cringing at having been so stern you softened your tone. “Hey I'm not mad, it's ok buddy. It's just that I really need you to help me finish the pantry right now. R9 can handle that.”

The little rat catcher was so easily spooked, he had hid for hours when you first started. You could see the many dents and rewires that told you the poor little bit had been previously abused. All of them had, even 8-D8 had mismatched parts. Well that wouldn't happen from now on, not on your watch. If there was one thing this whole palace needed it was a little bit of care and attention. Giving a soft smile you tried again, “How 'bout it? I'll get you both a nice oil bath after we're done?”

With a happy set of boops the droid had scurried to where you stood happily handing you the sorted in date items. Honestly how any of the beings here weren't dead from food poisoning was a wonder, “First thing tomorrow you and me are going to tackle the last of the cabinets and the walk in. Sound like a plan? Can't have the boss thinking we slack about can we now.”

Ratty beeped and swiveled his head in agreement.

Boba observed you from the shadows, much like he had the day before. Did you even realize that you sang loud enough he could hear in the throne room? As for your last comment, the boss didn't think you a slack about. Already the place looked brighter, cleaner. There were fresh herb planters lining the walls and things neat and tidy. He had half smirked watching as you sharpened the knives, checking the balance of the tang and blade with practiced ease. A craftswoman about her work.

Loath as Boba was to admit it, Fennec had been right. Already operations about the palace were running more efficiently. He was pleased that you had decided to stay, though unhappy with the restrictive movements you worked with. You were pushing through an injury just to prove your worth to the boss. Even Boba was still stiff after using the bacta tank, Wookies were never an easy fight. He had noticed all too well the little winces, the ginger bending at the hip and deep breaths. Worse was that it was his negligence that led to your injury. He allowed for the Palace to continue crumbling into disrepair; it had been careless and he received a painful lesson when Krrsantan had breached security. Stepping into the kitchen fully Boba noticed the food and various drinks on the side board, easy to grab and more than enough to keep this lot fed. Seeing a tray of cookies he picked up the delicate treat.

“Oh Lord Fett! I'm sorry for the chaos, the kitchen should be done by tomorrow.” You stumbled coming out of the pantry but managed not to fall. "I'm sorry I hope you haven't been... How can I help you."

He hummed in amusement, removing his helmet and tucking it snugly under his arm. You looked flushed and tired Boba thought, watching as you fidgeted nervously.

“I could make something for you...”

He waived a hand ceasing your nervous ramble, “You've done more than enough, especially being injured.”

“Just sore sir, I can still work.” Oh kark, wouldn't that just be the way of things. Two days of work and you get fired for being slow.

“That was not in question,” Leaning a hip on the counter he ate the cookie, taking in the subtle butter and almond flavors of the treat. It was delicious, as was his meal earlier. For the first time in a long while Boba felt energized, his mind sharper. It didn't hurt his mood any that the little chef was pleasing to glace at as well. Must have some Pantoran blood with the slight purple highlight in your hair and golden eyes. “I have a duty to those under my employ. I will send Fennec to see to you after the meeting.”

“I'm fine really...”

“Never the less.” Fixing the woman with a very unimpressed stare Boba made a grumbling noise in the back of his throat. Stubborn little thing. “Fennec will see to you after the meeting.”

“Well at least let me make you a fresh cup of Kaf.” You turned to walk to the machine. Your stomach dropped, not only for being scolded but also because you had screwed up. You had been so focused on trying to get the kitchen sorted and the food made that you hadn't even thought to ask Fennec for an itinerary. If your Papa were alive he would have shaken his head at such a rookie mistake. You decided to try to roll with the situation, keeping a calm tone. “And how many are expected?”

“It is only the few of us here, though there are some new faces that you should know.” Boba could see that his comment had put you on edge. He pivoted quickly wanting to put you at ease, which was a curiosity in itself. Perhaps he had gone soft, “Your name is Kaylee correct?”

“Yes Lord Fett,” Why were you blushing and why did his voice sound like smoky velvet to your ears? A grown ass woman did not turn into a simpering mess just because the new boss was as handsome as the devil himself and sounded twice as enticing. Oh Garsa was right you really needed to get out more. Straightening your apron and folding your hands you tried to compose yourself. “Chef Kaylee Manu at your service.”

“Well Chef Kaylee, I would like your input on further improvements for the Palace. What you see as needs for the staff here including yourself.” Boba tried to keep his tone even and low. He watched as you worked the knobs on the fancy Kaf machine. From this angle he had a fine view of your figure hidden beneath the apron and well worn coveralls. Something he had noted earlier, the flight coveralls. Embroidered with desert blooms and stars, tailored at the waist to taper giving you more of a fitted look than the excess material was originally designed for. It was far too warm an outfit given the climate and your job, so that begged the question why? Yet even under the cumbersome layers he watched as you gracefully approached and offered him a mug of Kaf.

Boba well remembered your curvy form as it was pressed flush to him on the floor of the tower. How your hands had softly touched his face. He wouldn't have even noticed the cut had you not said anything. No he was far to distracted by how gently you acted, how your eyes didn't look on him in fear. How even now you seemed more flustered than genuinely afraid. When Krrsantan had ran from the tower you stayed with him, again asking if he was hurt. The whole journey down the stairs you had stayed close to him, squeezing his hand at every little bump. It stroked his ego being your protector, even if only for a few moments.

Fennec had teased him for glancing too long as you had moved about the dinning room, serving food and drink while offering your thoughts. Then there was her amused eye roll at his reaction when you left to collect the belongings that had finally arrived. It seemed you didn't own much, a few bags and a trunk at most. Skad had teased you about his back hurting from the weight only for you to remind him who was making diner and that it was something he enjoyed. You didn't snark or threaten, just keeping your voice firm and even to remind the pup who was in charge.

It was that same tone that you had used throughout the meeting, keeping the peace while also pointing out deficiencies. You were smart and direct, giving a working list of the immediate needs. You knew many of the city's dealers and craftsmen and also demonstrated a firm grasp of the groups that ran the different sectors of the city as well as the local officials. For a simple cook you were proving anything but.

There was a certain air about the you that Boba couldn't quite place; confident yet reserved, calm yet strong. Then there was the quality of your work; not only was the food excellent, but the presentation of each dish was flawless down to the garnish and sauces. Clearly you were not a product of the sands, you had honed your craft off world. You were a puzzle, one that he couldn't seem to place, which was all the more reason that he had Fennec observe you closely. Leaning on his throne in contemplation the question remained, “Who are you Kaylee Manu?”

Boba watched as his second in command strode into the throne room, stopping to pour a drink. He waited, tapping the arm of the throne in thought. “Anything to report?”

Fennec played with the cup in her hand, “She knows her city I'll say that. Every place that we ordered from happily handed our orders over, especially when Kaylee's name came up.”

“That bothers you?”

“No, quite helpful actually. Something Garsa Fwip told me though...” Thinking over the information Fennec debated again telling Boba. She had seen much in her time both good and bad. Not much bothered her, couldn't afford it in this line of work. Most hunters had a code that they followed, certain things that were off the table. But there were always some scum out there that ignored such things. Taking another swig of the spotchka she half sat on the steps. “Seems our chef has made a few people angry, people who would like very much to see her gone. Including Mok Shaiz.”

“Oh she has?” Boba watched Fennec nod, “and what did she do to incur such wrath?”

“It would appear our esteemed Mayor was in business with Bib Fortuna. In exchange for his tribute Fortuna would rid the streets of it's excess citizenry, the troublemakers. According to Garsa they weren't particular about who... or how young.” Fennec heard the creaking leather of gloves as Boba flexed out of anger. “A few of the citizens helped to hide people, especially the kids. Fed them, looked after the ones whose families were killed as an example.”

Boba glanced to the entry where Skad was speaking with Nitro and Nakita, “The Mods...”

“Among others, Garsa has been protecting her till now,” Fennec had seen the good will that just your name incurred, that was worth more than credits. Working for a crime boss could get messy though, like the other night. Still if Boba was determined to be a Daimyo and not just another crime lord having someone like you around would be invaluable. “Everyone we visited would appreciate it if Kaylee were kept safe.”

“Hmm brave little thing,” He tilted his helmet in the direction of the palace apartments, “not many would have done that.”

“Not many would have kept doing it after having their business burned out from under them and left for dead.” Fennec could hear Boba growl from under the helmet. “Should I ask around?”

Turning back to the master assassin he gave a curt nod. Someone betrayed those who tried to protect the people of this city and Boba wanted to know who. If they still lived their days were numbered. No one would harm the people, much less children in Mos Espa ever again. As to your circumstance things like this usually resulted from greed or anger, someone had broken trust among the good Samaritans. Trust was a dangerous thing, it could kill if misplaced or was a powerful ally when well invested. He trusted Fennec and had been repaid well for that.

The question was what had made you trust enough to stay here? Especially when you had suffered so in the past? Boba could not see how he had earned such a privilege, but he would not squander it. “You can let them all know that Miss Manu is under my protection.”

“I already did.” Fennec studied the bottom of the empty cup, wondering what kind of strength it must take to be kind in a cruel world, to stand against the corruption that rotted a place like this and remain. Not many would have made your choice, nor endured the consequences with such grace. Fennec had seen first hand when she had helped treat your injury earlier. You had looked back at her with a grin saying, "Our lives are what we choose to make of it." Fennec knew fate to be a fickle thing, so was luck. Then again this whole Palace was filled with beings whom defied the odds.

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Boba Fett fans won't want to miss the Boba Fett 1/6 Scale Collectible Set

Boba Fett fans won't want to miss the Boba Fett 1/6 Scale Collectible Set #starwars #bobafett #mandalorian

Two gifts in one! The Boba Fett (Deluxe Version) 1/6 Scale Collectible Set by Hot Toys features an armored Boba Fett figure plus a Boba Fett figure with a tailored black robe outfit and a gaffi stick. The set also comes with an abundance of accessories including a jetpack, a flamethrower effect, a damaged stormtrooper helmet, and a uniquely styled rocky diorama display stand.  This site contains…

[thebestbobaflavour]

its really testing the limits of my maturity to see the boba fett bundle on fortnite shop so frequently.....

mannnnn its the thick healthy boba with the gaffi stick..... and it has slave i..... and the animation where he lowers the visormmm WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN'T HAVE IT 😭😭😭

[burnwater13]

Dank Farrik! By the time the Mandalorian got him home to the cabin, he was convinced that Grogu had a cold and needed soup, rest, and a bath and not necessarily in that order. Grogu’s plans for a dark and stormy night would have to wait. The bubbles in the tub were just too much fun to play with as long as his dad wasn’t forcing (no pun intended) him to get out before he looked like a dried jogan fruit.

He liked playing with the bubbles. It was definitely a thing a Jedi could do, but no Jedi was encouraged to do it. If you had a delicate hand and were capable of concentration in the midst of so much silliness, you could fashion almost anything out of bubbles. 

At the beginning of bath time, when the bubbles were big and sturdy, Grogu made clouds, storms, and oceans out of them. Being in the tub helped a lot for that. It also helped that anytime his dad asked if he was ‘okay in there’, Grogu would cough and sneeze and put on a good act for the Mandalorian to assure him that he wasn’t just sloshing the water around. It should go without saying that he was of course sloshing the water around to make the bubble tidal wave all the more realistic. 

As the bath went on, Grogu would build huge starships out of them and pretend that they were galaxy hoppers. Going from one galaxy to the next in a search for the most delicious frog soup he could find. That adventure made him hungry, but he hadn’t tired of the bubbled yet. They were smaller now, and less elastic than the original bubbles, but they were useful, none the less. 

Grogu already knew that he was going to go to the Mudhorn festival dressed as Kuiil, but he hadn’t decided which costume his dad would wear. As funny as it would be to have Din wear the custom Fennec had the Anzellans make, pit droids were only frightening to the Mandalorian and having seen the costume, Grogu was certain the word ‘adorable’ would be used more than once to describe the tall human if he wore it. He was not going to be wearing it.

So, Grogu practiced with the bubbles and tested a variety of costume ideas on a bubble version of his dad. Not a full sized version because he didn’t have that much water left in the tub to make fresh bubbles. No, this Bubble-lorian was just a little taller than Grogu. Which allowed him to tweak things after giving them a good once over. He’d found being able to stand in the water he was using for his bubble art made it  last longer.

The first costume he tried was Bo-Katan’s armor. He giggled and shook his head. He didn’t think he could get his had to wear a red wig, but the rest of the armor looked good on him. Then he tried Moff Gideon’s battle suit, but that gave Grogu the creeps. Uff. Then he tried it as half Tusken and half High Magistrate and Yippee! He’d designed the costume for his dad. 

He wished that he had his markers with him so he could a quick sketch. He was liable to forget the little details that made it so perfect, like the small pit droids carrying the ends of robes, or the gaffi stick made out of beskar. The best he could do was just stare at it for a minute and try to memorize it. 

“Grogu? Are you done yet? I have some nice frog soup for you and then you need your rest.”

Grogu barely paid attention to his dad’s voice, but then he heard the door knob turn and rather than go through a game of ‘lock/unlock/lock’ again, he simply waved his hand and changed the costume on his ‘mini-me’ version of his dad.

“Buddy, I do think you’d look good with a beard some day. But not today. Not even made of bubbles. That’s going to make your soup taste funny.” 

Grogu started laughing so hard that he slipped into the water and the bubble version of him dressed as the Mandalorian blew up into gobs of bubbles in the air, floating all around the small room. His dad hadn’t even noticed him and addressed his whole complaint to the Bubble-Gro-lorian. It was the funniest thing Grogu had seen in a long time.

“So much for training and discipline. Come on buddy, use the Force and get up, then we’ll get you dried off. You still need to rest before you come back in here and clean up the mess you made.”

Dank Farrik! That was not The Way! He was sick. His eyes were still red. He had a cough, it just sounded like a cackle. Maybe that Moff Gideon costume was the right one after all…

[mtridactyla]

now he's making his OWN gaffi stick

[what-i-meant-to-say]

fic in progress... your body holds everything... sure, lock it behind a door in your mind... but inevitably it sweats up to the surface... 10yo you is NOW, baby... you're both you and the locked-away you

He closed his eyes. Too tired to talk, too drained to go on with a fight.

“How old were you?” She sighed it out like she was just as emptied. 

Right away he saw the boy in his mind, out from under the door. 

The boy, still too small for a real gaffi stick. Never learned how many years he was. Cut down so small. So fucking small. Wrapped and laid him on the pyre very last, with his sturdy little training stick. Didn't weigh anything at all. That was how small, exactly how small. 

He swallowed. Hard to do even that, too spent to do it again. But take a breath and answer the question, you can give her that much. 

“I watched my father die…”

every night I watched it

“...happened right after that. I was ten.”

couldn't use my fuckin' words.

[et-cant-phone-home-no-signal]

The Book of Boba Fett - Episode 2 thoughts

back at it with tbobf ramblings, y'all know the drill! hope you enjoy my thoughts and analysis of this episode. doing this for fun and because i can <3 no arguments, spoilers below the cut

i love how fennec despises the order of the night wind that dude is a part of and i also love how they use the concept of fear to get what they want, even though there's no real threat

"well i don't see your name in the schedule, so you'll have to- oh." this dude is so fucking funny 10/10

if there's one thing star wars does well, it's alien species, i love the variety and how any species can be and do pretty much anything

why the hell did the music and everything stop inside the sanctuary when the twins haven't even gotten around the corner outside yet lmaoo, also, madam garsa is fucking beautiful i love how they did her clothes and makeup

dude the hutts are so gross i love how detailed they look with modern capabilities - but simultaneously they do look less real? can't decide whether i prefer the og puppet style or cgi

those poor litter carriers

bacta is so interesting, like, it seems to be the all-purpose medical wonder of the galaxy. head injury? spray some bacta on it. cut your finger whilst cooking? bacta will help. your whole body is covered in scarring? immerse yourself in bacta. what the fuck is this stuff and where can i get some

i'm so fascinated by the tusken gaderffii stick, i love it as a weapon and the forms are so cool to watch

tatooine lore is so fucking cool man what the hell no wonder we spend so much time on this fucking sandpit - adding onto this, i like that we get to spend so much time with the tuskens and learn to sympathise with them the same time as boba does. like, in pretty much all star wars media i've seen so far (apart from the mandalorian) tuskens are demonised and everyone hates them and they cause nothing but trouble. hell, anakin kills a camp of them (the women and the children too! sorry couldn't help myself) and really you don't feel an awful lot for them since we haven't been given any time with them before. but now we're seeing them as a community, we see them caring for their injured and mourning their deceased and it slowly makes you feel so much more care towards them, same thing boba is experiencing really

tusken sign language is another interesting thing i'm glad they've expanded on because i became interested when din spoke with them and now we get to see so much more of it and it's just so fucking cool man!

i also think it's funny how they'll let boba go with a rifle and a gaffi stick but he's still wearing his shitty raggedy flight suit 💀 give this man some robes asap!

love how boba has a fucking gaffi stick but still uses (and breaks) the rifle as a melee weapon. dummy lmao

THE BARTENDERS LITTLE NOD WHEN BOBA LEAVES, LIKE "mm yeah fair enough"

boba teaching the tuskens to ride speeders is not something i knew i needed, but i am glad to see it because the "like a bantha" line is pure comedy

the kid becoming a friend is beautiful

the entire train sequence 🙌🙌

boba is so fucking funny thank you temuera, "a lizard? ...thank you." should not have me cackling but his delivery is astounding

EUGH I FORGOT THE LIZARD DID THAT

wait so did they just drug him and plant a lizard in his brain???? dude wtf 😭

what is it with the tree in the desert symbolism cause i'm getting witcher season 3 flashbacks watching this scene

he earned his robes :')

this kid is so cute bless

i love the implication that each warrior earns and makes their own gaffi stick based on what they retrieve from their drug induced fever dream walk

this being reminiscent of haka does not escape me, and tbh, in my eyes mandalorians and their culture stemmed from temuera's portrayal of jango so in my mind mandalorians are heavily maori inspired, so this doesn't surprise me - why not allow the tuskens to be inspired by multiple groups including maori - a beautiful and powerful end scene imo

thanks for reading y'all hope you enjoyed :) discussions always welcome, i love to chat about these things. no fighting though pls i'm just a gorl enjoying some media 🙏

[not-my-final-account]

OKAY SO! I had an idea for an a/u, im calling it freed a/u.

Bassicly the same timeline and I’ll go over all the changes later, but it made me think about my Anakin cannon

I fully consider my ideas on Anakin to be cannon, I wantted to go over the scars I’ve given him (the only extra one the freed-a/u gives him is a scar where he gorged out his slave-chip-explosive-device-thing), he has: whip scars on his back, a Gaffi stick scar on his arm, just above that a Kraft dragon tooth scar (from the time he was running from Tuskens then a Krayt Dragon came and ate them all, then it ate him, using the force and a Gaffi stick he survived, it was actually when he realised he had the force/something was diffrent about him), he also hase many whip scars on his back

And sometimes I give him those slit scars shim had when she dies on her cheeks in the same place same(ish) look on Anakin but it doesn’t always fit the cannon :\

[drunk-on-starlight]

Boba using the gaffi stick to beat and ultimately kill Cad Bane actually works quite well. It's a very literal example that Boba Fett had changed and grown as a person, while Cad Bane, using all the same tricks, has stayed the same.