#he would DIE for boba fr fr

[ayyy-pee]

i feel like Satoru is the type to like dogs, but not wanna adopt one. especially a puppy. he doesn't want any more responsibility in his life than he already has. puppies need attention, affection and time that he just can't give to anyone but you these days...

...but he literally can't say no to you so he lets you anyway. and you adopt this cutie pie little puppy with big, round brown eyes that stare up at you and she's just so cute you can't breathe.

you name her boba, and she loves Satoru

and Satoru loves to pretend he couldn't care less about "the dog" as he refers to her. but over time, you start to find little things around the house that say otherwise.

a new toy here and there, squeaking loudly when it's only you and boba home (you find out they were hidden on Satoru's side of your shared closet) you confront Satoru about it and he vehemently denies getting "the dog" anything.

then there's very specific and very expensive treats that show up on the kitchen counter one day. and after having just a taste, boba is hooked and will no longer accept any other treats but those. Satoru shrugs when you ask about it then changes the subject.

there's the lavender colored collar that shows up around boba's neck one morning with a new heart shaped name tag and charm attached that jingles when she trots around the house. and apparently nobody knows where that came from either.

but the cherry on top is the day you come home late from work and find Satoru curled up on the couch, sleeping peacefully with the dog he never wanted snuggled tightly in his arms 💕

[calixcem]

Some post Tsc thoughts! spoilers under the cut :)

I have so many annotations in this book. (668 to be exact), so im just grazing the surface of everything with this one sooo part 1 perhaps?

-Kevin and jean. Jeans unrequited crush on kevin. I need to know more about this and I hope Nora delves into the semantics in the next book.

-Also how this relates to Kevin day famously saying it was easier to be straight. I figured this was a common thought among the ravens or at least Riko’s court,but Jean doesn't mention it once throughout the entire book. He brings up his attraction towards men multiple times ,and there was never any denying it. It was just something he accepted, so how did Kevin get the idea that it was easier to be straight and Jean didn't? Did Jean ever think this way and eventually changed it down the line or what?

-Im a sucker for found family and Nora really delivered with this one. Laila,Cat, and Jeremy are making it known to Jean that they’ll always be there and genuinely want to help him. The dynamic between all of them is so tender and I think it’ll be so healing for Jean. 

-Also I hope we see more of the floozy squad in the next book! 

-I need them to convince Jean to try boba at some point, and i really hope his relationship with food gets better. I really love that he’s cooking with cat and I really hope it develops into one of his hobbies outside of Exy. Let this boy live a little!

-speaking of hobbies: Cat teaching Jean how to ride a motorcycle?? I just feel like it would be beneficial(not to Jeremy’s heart but thats ok) 

-This specific moment with cat and jean 

she ran down to the tide to rinse it off with childish glee. Jean obediently inspected it when she brought it back, and she tucked it into his breast pocket with a cheerful “For you!”

Small things like this just really show how much they care about him.

- What’s up with Jeremy's family?? I really want to know what happened to where Jeremy “tore them apart” like what was the scandal his freshman year??? It was mentioned briefly but then Jeremy just decided it wasn't worth mentioning again considering all that was going on? The biggest “im fine” in history fr. Also when Cat is telling Jean about everyone’s siblings she mentions how when you go over 4 kids there's bound to be one asshole, but she only listed 4. So did one of his siblings die?? I might be reading too far into this but! Or it could be that one of them cut off all ties to the family after something happened? I don't know but I’m excited to read more about it in the next book!

Jeremy has—three. One sister, two brothers. The older brother’s an absolute tool, but there’s bound to be a jerk or two once you pass four kids.” Jean idly wondered what she’d changed at the last minute and why,

- The constant touches everyone gives Jean to ground him and make him feel loved just makes me so happy. 

- also jean constantly touching jeremy’s chin to get his attention??? Hello? 

A hand on his chin startled him into looking up. When he met Jean’s eyes, Jean only said, “Focus on what’s important.” “I am,” Jeremy said. Jean opened his mouth, closed it again, and let go of Jeremy without a word. Jeremy snagged his arm when he started to turn away. “Who did this to you?”

This line in particular really hit me.

-just jerejean in general honestly. The way Jeremy genuinely cares about him and wanting to help him heal 

You are going to be my success story: Jean Moreau the person, not Jean Moreau of the perfect Court.

“Will you help me?” he asked. “Anything you need.” “A blank check is a dangerous thing to offer.” “Try me,” Jeremy said. “I can afford it.”

-neil. Bro was just being a menace and seeing him from an outsiders pov makes me realize just how unhinged he seems to everyone. But him ordering that hit on Grayson without a second thought? Iconic. As everyone else is saying he dropped by to serve cunt and then left. 

-Jean dropping the most poetic line about Neil and Andrew’s relationship and then just not thinking about it ever again is so wild lmao.

Jean noticed how Andrew and Neil moved like they were caught in each other’s gravity, in each other’s space more than they were out of it, cigarette smoke and matching armbands and lingering looks when one fell out of orbit for too long.

-The parallels between Jean and Neil and how they dealt with things. I don't know if you can really call some of them parallels but they are connected in my head bro. 

-JEANS SISTER. Oh this shit hurts from the faint memory we get to the end when we find out that she's dead??? Nora you're paying for my therapy oh my god. And when Jean is mourning her the snippet of the memory of stitching up her dress that she’d get caught in the blackberry bushes???? He genuinely loved her and just when he’d be getting to a point to where he’d feel safe enough to try to get in contact with her again to find out his parents sold her off and she died because of it???? Yeah bitch burn your family to the ground. I hope we get more memories with her in them. 

[rosenclaws]

your baker Logan is driving me INSANE!!! INSANE I SAY!!!

Losing my mind at the mental image of Logan in a just so ever slightly too tight gray t-shirt that might as well be a compression shirt at that point,, (I need to feel him up 24/7)

Imagine you wanna bake a cake to celebrate his birthday (after you become closer friends ofc) but you want it to be a surprise so you ask Zelda to teach you the ways and you spend some quality time with granny and she tells you stories about how silly Logan is (she is trying so hard to set you two up)

AAHAGHGHH I WANT HIM!!!!!! GRHRGRHRGRH EATS HIM

Everyone is like Omg baker Logan but never Omg Logan’s bakery (iykyk) (I like him a normal amount) (going to make biscuits fr)

Okay but this man probably sweats a lot considering he’s a bunch of muscle working near a bunch of muscles so imagining him smiling thankfully at you after you come into the bakery with some cool drinks and the way he takes it from you and just gulps it down,,, hhghgjghghghv

BAKER LOGAN X BARISTA READER WHEN!!!!

Baker Logan needs to only wear tight fitting t shirts or tank tops I don't make the rules

Omg Zelda would be such a nosy old woman too its so funny. Like she tells you everything about Logan and that he's single and looking for love. She'd show you pictures and talk him up to you and Logan can hear and he wants to just die inside because why is she doing this to him.

Low key she'd give you just a slightly threatening talk about not breaking his heart because he's been through a lot and despite all their back and forth she cares for him like a son.

he would be sooo hot after shift. Like messy hair and sweaty arms and face. Him leaning against the counter and wiping his forehead with his apron. Chugging a water bottle and some of it drips down his chin onto his jaw dsfa;kjfdj;k

ALSO YES. I'm not a barista but I work at a boba shop and I would loveee to be flirty with Logan when he comes in for the coffee we serve and go to his bakery after my shift. Trading snacks and drinks. Ugh he's so daf;kjedas;

I need him

[miyagi-hokarate]

(Shows up late with boba tea) WHAT A SEASON AMIRITE FELLAS?

Random assortment of season 6 part 1 thoughts:

(tl;dr: not a lot of satisfaction with this season for me. Lots of spoilers and sarcasm under the cut ahfksjfjdkg. )

we still haven't gotten that goddamn fun Lawrusso spar 😩

Okay jokes aside, I'm...not a fan of this season :/

A lot of things felt off, like the characters (more on that specifically later) to the plot progression

Of the things I liked, Sam and Tory's developing relationship — especially them having a dialogue together — was incredibly refreshing and felt good to see grow!

Tory's character in general surprised me and it felt much stronger than in previous seasons!!! Of all the potential flashbacks, a Tory-centered one was serendipitous

I also liked that Robby won the role of being team leader!! Much of his character had been centered on guidance, both receiving and giving it, and it makes the most sense narratively to give him that ultimate chance to prove himself as a leader, being one who is meant to be one half to represent the skill and prowess of his dojo

As FRUSTRATING as some things were; Daniel and Johnny butting heads, Devon doing everything in her power to earn her spot in the Sekai Taikai (even resorting to cheating), Tory lashing out after the loss of her mother; these were all to me understandable conflicts that didn't feel forced or like pulling teeth (especially Tory. I'm so sorry girl 🫂)

RETURN OF SHAWWWWN

DUTCH MENTION!!!!!!

AISHA MENTION!!!!!!

Okay...hater moment fr now...

A lot of everything else I have some problem with or feel strongly indifferent to; the Sekai Taikai (but there's no stopping that, so I'm just :/ whatever), Mr. Miyagi's secret, Daniel and Johnny butting heads (yes, I know, repeating myself...), Johnny in general, everything about the fucking baby, everything about Sensei Kim and her students. Arhagrggagrggfhgh

AS I FEARED, I'm not a fan of the contents and fallout of Mr. Miyagi's secret box. Oh great, Mr. Miyagi's dark secret was that he committed crimes and was involved with the Sekai Taikai or something. What shock. I can't believe Mr. Miyagi hurt people and hide that from Daniel. Can you hear my thick and heavy sarcasm.

I don't know if the rest of the fandom had learned to love the Big Twist or whatever, but I still don't see that box as anything more than a cheap plot twist. Its existence is practically pointless with what we, the audience, and Daniel know about Mr. Miyagi; we KNOW he's already hurt people in his dark and mysterious past, even people who may not have deserved it. He was drafted into war by the US army because the country would rather Mr. Miyagi would die as a soldier than live as an American for god's sake. Mr. Miyagi is already weighed by the horrors of his actions — actions Daniel himself had learned that didn't make Mr. Miyagi a villain, or a hero, or a tale of woe; they were all done by a man who was human, who made mistakes and who felt regret in his actions. Am I shocked that Mr. Miyagi could have committed crimes in the interim years between internment and The Karate Kid? No, but it feels transparent that the purpose of Mr. Miyagi's box has more to do with the twist of him participating in the Sekai Taikai than anything as profound as what has already been Mr. Miyagi's backstory introduced in The Karate Kid

What is there to say about Daniel and Johnny that hasn't been said already. This is like their hundredth karate divorce. Pick another method of foreplay it's getting old

There were parts that I actually commend Johnny for reacting maturely for; cooperating with Daniel and Chozen about the dojo name; keeping his temper in check when the realtor insults him; but MAN does no one fumble the ball as hard as Johnny does otherwise. Not all of it is painfully incomprehensible, but Jesus what was up with him this season. You have a baby (💀) coming your way. Act like it

Speaking of the baby 😒 I still don't like it. It just...it's still such a disappointing way to try and progress the characters of Johnny, Carmen, Miguel, Robby, etc. That opening shot of that fucking onesie was despicable. It's watching Miguel and Robby smile and laugh through this wackass development still. It's watching Johnny seemingly preparing for a growing family in spite of the countless evidence to everything that would make him ill-prepared. It's the fact Carmen is stuck being Mom of Miguel, Love Interest of Johnny, and now Mom of this new kid. Carmen ESPECIALLY gets the short end of the goddamn stick in terms of characterization regarding this, because she barely has any 😩😩 I know it's too late to be complaining about this baby but AUGH. I hate this

Another thing I hate is how WEIRD Cobra Kai is with its Asian characters — with Sensei Kim, Master Kim, their students, and (I can't believe I'm saying this) Kyler in particular. The show has always had this problem, with the double standards of Kyler stuck as a static bully character while others are allowed to grow nuance and development and abusive Dragon Lady Sensei Kim, but the introduction of Korean Fu Manchu in the form of Master Kim and a mass of intimidating and equally nameless karate students training ruthlessly in the blue-tinted woods of South Korea really hammer in the odd racial subtext

In a similar topic, did anyone else find it incredibly weird how Kyler was made to eat off the floor by those frat bros? I don't know if I'm reading too much into it, but it felt uncomfortable on such a different level than any other method of bullying shown in the show. It's never said why the frat bros target Kyler so much, and the only difference I could really make of is how Kyler easily defers to follow if in the face of aggressive leadership. And that he's Asian

I fucking hate that US flag mohawk and I am so mad that Eli is allowed to represent Miyagi-Do Karate in that goddawful thing I am being so serious right now

I'm sure I have other thoughts floating in my head that I can't recall, but here these are ahfjakdhjajd. I wish I could say I'm excited for part 2 arriving this November, but in much of the same way, the strongest emotion I feel is Dread

[handspunyarns]

You Were Marked: Day Fourteen (Din).

pairing: din djarin x fem!O/C 

word count: 6.8K 

chapter summary: Grogu teaches Din a game, Din requires privacy, and the Armorer has words with Din. 

warnings:  angst, sexual situations, male masturbation and fantasizing, mention of suicide ideation, stomach illness, Mando'a and English cursing 

***Please feel free to comment, kvetch, or otherwise speak your mind about my work. ***    

You Were Marked: Masterlist 

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Din appropriated his jetpack back from Boba so he and Grogu would not have to ride the rattletrap speeder back to Peli’s.  Boba was satisfied that Din had recovered enough from his concussion that he was no longer a menace to the skies.  He touched down in Peli’s yard without stumbling — for once – and walked alongside his old ship, the Crest, trailing a hand along the fuselage.  A pit droid crossed his path and he fought the urge to kick it sideways.  The pit droid, already knowledgeable of the opinion of the irascible Mandalorian, skittered away quickly. 

“Well, if it isn’t Mando and my favorite little tadpole!���  Peli was walking towards him, shielding her eyes from the rising twin suns.  Grogu cooed at the bushy-headed woman.  “Going somewhere?” she asked. 

“Heading to Nevarro for a couple days.” 

“Your lady friend doing better?”  Din did not answer, but set the side ramp of the Crest to open. “Well, does she have a name at least?” 

Before Din could answer, Grogu piped up, shouting, “Mahr! Mahr! Mahr!”  

Peli grinned.  “So Mahr is the lady friend, huh?” 

“Patu Mahr!” Grogu squealed. 

Din blushed under his helmet.  “She’s not my … lady fr ...” 

“Mahr Patu!” 

“Dank ferrik, Grogu …” 

Peli laughed.  “Well, Little Bug has an opinion on that, it seems.   Go on, get outta here; the sooner you leave, the sooner you get back to your Mahr.” 

“It’s … ah … Marathel.  Her name is Marathel,” Din stammered before he rushed up the ramp with Grogu. 

Peli stepped back out of range and watched the ship take off and head out into the atmosphere.  She chuckled, and said to herself, “Not my lady friend, my fat ass.” 

Din got the Crest off Tatooine without out a hitch; his muscle memory and smooth handling was back under control.  As he was setting coordinates for Nevarro, he looked over his shoulder at Grogu, sitting in the aft chair with a smug look on his little wrinkled face.  Din sighed.  “Seriously?  Patu Mahr?”  Grogu squealed with glee.  Din shook his head and turned back to the console.  Not that the idea of Patu Mahr was a bad one, but … how could that even work?  He — and now Grogu by extension — flew all over the damn galaxy, and Marathel could only thrive outdoors in the sunshine and fresh air.  Even having a closed door frightened her.  Locking her up in a metal box in the vacuum of space?  Impossible.  

She’s not even well yet, you osi’kovid.  And you’re also assuming she will have anything to do with you, considering what’s been done to her. 

He had to admire her, though; she’d managed to survive, even with all the odds stacked against her.  The medical practices the rest of the galaxy used had little to no effect on her, yet she still lived.   Although … he’d heard her tell Fennec that she didn’t want to. 

Would you want to, after what she endured? 

But she went in willingly, knowing fully what she faced.   

And you know what that means … She was prepared to die before she walked through that gate.  She’s wanted to die possibly for longer than you’ve known her. 

Now that made Din pause.  He knew he walked a fine line between life and death most days and had mentally prepared for his end since before he took the helmet.  He’d stood beside his brothers and sisters, pledging to die alongside them with honor when that moment came.  The very notion of being so far down in mental misery that death was preferable to living was beyond his comprehension.  He thought back to what she’d told Grogu — he could hear perfectly what she’d told him; his helmet was excessively useful when it worked. 

She told Grogu to grow up to be kind.  And to take care of me, for I needed Grogu more than he needed me.   

Din watched the striations of the stars in hyperspace.  He thought back to when she and Grogu were digging out clams.  Day Six. It had started out terribly with the nightmares and simply got worse. 

‘I will be nowhere.’ 

Din realized with a start that she didn’t mean the planet Unmanarall, the Oldtalk word for Nowhere.  She meant gone from this existence. 

She told Fennec that she would rather live as a Belwhyn for one day and die, than live as a Whyn. 

Haar’chak, what do those words mean? 

Din sighed.  He could hear Grogu climbing down from the aft chair with a little grunt.  Out of the corner of his visor he saw two little hands reaching up towards the console.  Without looking, Din dropped the throttle knob into Grogu’s waiting hands, and followed it up with one of the better ration bars.  Grogu pouted — he was already missing Marathel’s cooking just as much as Din — but he took the bar anyway, and hefted himself back into the aft chair, munching away as he looked out the view screen.  Din put his feet up on the console, relaxed, happy to be back in space.  Din’s sleep schedule — such as it was — was still off, and since he was still recovering from his concussions, he nodded off quite quickly.  Almost immediately, he began to dream.  And of course, he dreamed of Marathel.   

It was just a gentle dream of her, sitting still, outside somewhere, the sun illuminating her from behind, and her hair was caught in the wind, billowing across her face, obscuring her features.  Her eyes would slowly shift up to look at him, but right before their eyes would lock on each other, her position would change, as if her image was on a stuttering holo-disk message, and her eyes would be far away again.  Her face looked serene early in his dream, but looked more and more distressed as the dream went on.  The last image he caught of her, she was hunched over as she sat, her arms crossed over her chest, her hands clutching her shoulders, her knees tightly held together.  Her head raised up to look at him, and he could see tears on her cheeks, but the image stuttered again, and Din suddenly woke up.  He caught his breath, hoping that the dream was not a portent of doom, that Marathel was all right, then deciding that Fennec or Cobb would contact him if something was wrong. 

Checking the console, Din saw that he had been asleep for a good couple hours.  He wondered if Grogu had been awake and alone that whole time.  The idea concerned Din; he’d rather be awake when the boy was to at least be interacting with him.  Din wondered idly if a nanny wouldn’t be a good idea, and then wondered why he should engage a nanny when he had Marathel.  He then reminded himself he in no way had Marathel; her recovery was still in the early days yet.  And then beyond her recovery … 

One kriffing thing at a kriffing time, remember? 

Din got up from his chair, stretching.  He turned to see if Grogu was still in the cockpit; he wasn’t.  Din could hear squeaks down in the main part of the ship, so he climbed down the ladder and saw Grogu running in circles.  Grogu looked up and squealed at Din’s presence.  Grogu ran up to Din, jumped up and down, and then took off, running away.  Din stood still and watched him go.  Grogu stopped and looked at Din expectantly.  Din tilted his helmet.  Grogu looked down with a harumph, and then ran back to Din, jumped again, and took off again. Din watched, confused.  “What is it you want me to do, kid?”  Grogu stopped running, and looked back at Din, frowning.  “I don’t get it,” said Din. Grogu grunted and stomped all the way back to Din.  Glaring at Din’s helmet, Grogu jumped up and down.  “Okay,” said Din.  Grogu turned away but looked over his shoulder.  “Uh-huh,” said Din.  Grogu lifted his leg, as if he were going to start running again.  “Did you want me to chase you?” 

Grogu threw up his little hands.  “Mee-YAH!” he shouted, and he began to run.  Okay, then, thought Din, and he gave chase. The two ran back and forth, up and down the corridor, Din laughing in spite of himself, and then Grogu suddenly sat down.  Din slid to a stop, looking down at Grogu.  Grogu looked back up at him.  The two males stared at each other for some time.  Finally, Din sat down as well, and Grogu sighed with the beginnings of an eye roll.  Din pulled his chin back, surprised.  Grogu’s facial vocabulary had been expanding quite a lot over the past couple of weeks, and he felt that Marathel had a lot to do with it.  It wasn’t as if Grogu could learn expressions from him; not with the helmet obscuring his face.  Din shrugged.  “So now what, kid?”  Grogu pointed at him.  Din pointed at himself.  “Me?  I don’t get you.”  Grogu kept pointing at Din.  “Are we playing that running game of yours and Marathel’s?  I don’t understand the rules, kid!  We were just running, and now you’re sitting down, pointing at me, like I’m supposed to know what comes next!” Grogu tilted his head at Din, much like Din often did towards the boy.  Then Grogu pointed at Din again.  “I still don’t understand, boy.  You had us running, and now you’re pointing at me …” It finally dawned on Din.  “You’re telling me … it’s my turn?  I have to say what we’re doing next?” Grogu squeaked at Din.  “That’s it?  You do something for a while, and then the next person comes up with the next thing to do?”  Grogu squeaked again.  “But that’s … that’s ridiculous!  What kind of game do you play where you make up the rules as you go along?”  Grogu looked expectantly at Din, who realized that it was exactly the kind of game Marathel would teach the boy to play.  Imagination was more important than rules to a child.   

“So … my turn, huh? All right, then … uh …” Din stood up.  “Time to jump backwards, then.”  Din jumped back about a foot, feet together, swinging his arms.  Grogu looked at Din, frowning.  “Are you playing or not, kid?  Otherwise, I’m looking stupid, jumping backwards like this.”  Din jumped back twice more before Grogu hopped up and copied Din’s jump.  Din jumped again, and Grogu followed suit.  “Okay, then, let’s do this,” Din said with a grin, jumping backwards until he reached the wall, Grogu jumping alongside.  Around and around they went, until Grogu decided that spinning in circles was a better move.  After a while, after they both got incredibly dizzy, Din tried skipping, feeling even more ridiculous, skipping in full armor and weapons.  Grogu thought it was great fun, though, and the skipping went on for quite some time, making Din mutter, “C’mon kid, give me a break here.”  Grogu finally stopped skipping, opting to do a most silly walk wherein he stood with one leg out behind him, and then slowly rotated the upraised leg to the front, then stepped down on the upraised foot, repeating the process on the other leg.  “You’re kidding me,” said Din, but he complied for a short while, half-wishing he’d gotten this whole escapade on holo, just to show Marathel and make her laugh.  Finally, Din decided to pull Marathel’s signature move, pretending that he had no bones, dropping to the floor like a rock.  Grogu chattered and pulled at Din’s arm in vain, while Din said, “No good, kid, gravity has doubled today,” before grabbing Grogu and tickling him mercilessly.  Grogu squealed and shrieked before climbing on top of Din, jumping on his chest.  “Ugh! You win, kid, you have me pinned!”  Grogu giggled and flopped on his belly, grabbing at Din’s helmet.  Din laughed and rubbed the child’s back.  “That was fun.  Maybe we can play with Mahr when we get back.”  Grogu cooed in affirmation, then yawned.  Din continued to rub the boy’s back and thought about that tune Marathel hummed to Grogu.  Din remembered the melody well, but he despised the words, probably as much as Marathel did.  He vaguely remembered a Mando’a lullaby, now that he thought about it.   How did it go?  Din finally caught the tune in his head, and he quietly sang: 

“Nuhoy, ad'ika  Gar ner cyar'ika  Ni ja'haili'gar  Akay vaar'tur 

Nuhoy, ad'ika  Gar ner cyar'ika  Ni laarari'gar  Akay vaar'tur 

Nuhoy, ad'ika  Gar ner cyar'ika  Ni cabuor gar  Akay vaar'tur…” 

Surprised that he remembered the lullaby, Din lifted his head to see that it actually worked: Grogu was out like a light, despite his lack of singing ability.  He’d have to tell Marathel.  Din carefully stood and carried Grogu to his little hammock in Din’s sleeping quarters.  Grogu snuggled down immediately, with only one ear outside the soft blanket.  Din tucked the soft frog stuffie under the edge of the blanket just in case.  On impulse, Din lifted his helmet enough to kiss Grogu’s fuzzy head, which brought a smile to his face.  There was something to be said for this physical affection stuff, he thought. 

Din noticed that he had forgotten to get a new bed roll, and he groaned.  This meant he’d have to sleep in his captain’s chair.  It was comfortable enough, but it would inevitably put a crick in his back.  First thing on Nevarro, buying a new damn bedroll.  A good one this time, too.  He turned off the light in the small room and dimmed the lights in the corridor.  Din climbed up into the cockpit and lowered the lights there as well.  He put his feet back on the console, interlaced his fingers, and sighed. 

His thoughts went almost immediately to Marathel.  After almost a fortnight of intense closeness to her, he felt the loss of her presence.  He hoped she was doing well.  He thought about sending a holotext but he’d only been gone for a few hours, and he didn’t want to seem lonely and desperate.  He could cover it up by saying Grogu needed her, but the kid was sleeping, and anyway, Grogu was excited by the journey back to Nevarro and did not seem to be pining for his Mahr at all.  When we get to Nevarro, maybe then we can let her know we’re safe.  

Din wished he knew what to do about her.  Technically, she had been correct: she knew nothing about how the galaxy worked. Her limited experience must make everything terrifying to her.  The one place she seemed at home was in the kitchen.  Din was not strict on gender roles in any way, but he believed in playing to one’s strengths … and that bread making skill of hers was one hell of an asset.  Her skill in textiles was another.  All those women and girls on that planet of hers …they were uneducated but seemed smart as whips and were fiercely protective of each other, just as he would expect from any warrior.  And that Lorica, spitting on his boot like that.  If he hadn’t been wearing a helmet, he supposed she would have spit right in his eye, and it would have stung. 

Could anything be done for those women? 

He didn’t know.  The planet was so far off the radar of the Empire and the Republic alike; there was absolutely no sign of either faction there at all.  It was as if the Hold had dropped out of the sky, fully formed with the Round Building looming over the courtyard.  But there was no forge, so where did the weapons come from?  They all looked ceremonial in nature apart from the beskar hammer.  Where in shab did that come from? The Aurodium coins?  It made no sense. 

Din did have one idea, though, and he coded it into a holo-text to Greef Karga.  He would be seeing him tomorrow, and hopefully he would have an answer for him by then. Hopefully. 

Din briefly wished he were heading back to Unmanarall to face that Captain, the Bishop, to get some answers and give a serious beat-down to all the men who’d laid a hand on his Marathel.   

He wished Marathel to be with him while he meted out his justice in her name and tell him precisely how she wanted each one to die. 

He wished he had been able to bring himself out of his hut’tuun frozen state and just pulled her out of that hellhole. 

He wished he had kissed her when he had the chance, not just when she was unconscious and on the brink of death. 

He wished he had fully undressed her — her warm, soft, soft body — when she allowed him to touch her, and allowed her to touch him back, to feel her hands on his body and surrender himself to the touch of another person … something he continually denied himself. 

He wished he had removed his helmet for her, made love with her, fully undressed rather than just removing enough clothing necessary for the sex act, reveling in her skin with his own, oh, her beautiful skin, to kiss all that fabulous skin, to nuzzle against it, to get her scent and exchange it with his own by moving his cheek and lips over her voluptuous body as she had his, to lift her soft, heavy breasts with the palms of his bare hands, to feel the different skin textures from her pebbly areolas to the hard nubs of her nipples with his thumbs, to suckle at those nipples and savor them with his tongue, to kiss her rounded belly and curve his hands over the swells of her hips and her buttocks, to move his mouth down her abdomen to between her supple thighs, to let his tongue open her delicate nether lips and dance on the bud of her clitoris with his nose sweeping through the soft thatch of silver curls, grasping the sweet globes of her magnificent ass in his hands, breathing in the sweet scent of her cream that he had once been privileged to smell off her fingertips, her hands, her hands, such strong gentle fingers touching his hair as he lingered at the apex of her legs, and him kissing the tip of each finger before returning to the chalice of her sex, sipping at her opening before lathering his tongue over her entire inner area, so warm and soft and wet, her taste so sweet and just slightly musky, and then he realized he was palming his erection through his pants, exposed out here in the cockpit when Grogu could wake up and find him in here like this.  He’d never had to concern himself with privacy before the kid arrived, and it galled him to some degree he had to think about it, but he had to do something right damn now.   

Din hopped down the ladder and headed straight for the shower cubicle, locking himself inside.  He flipped on the water option, wasteful, yes, but sonic was not the way to go right now.  Liquid oxygen would be preferable.  Stripping himself as quickly as possible, he stepped under the cool spray and took himself in hand, stroking as slowly and gently as he could manage.  Even with the water, the friction was still too uncomfortable, but he didn’t think he had any kind of lubricant in the shower, just in the bin closest to his bed roll, and wait, was that bin locked against a curious toddler? And dank ferrik, man, why was he thinking about that now?  He tore open the storage bin inside the shower, knocking bottles aside and on the floor, discarding the soap and shampoo, he’d tried that once, just once, and never again, thank you very much, but at the very back was a small bottle of lubricant he’d forgotten about, and relieved, he filled his palm with the pleasant-smelling lubricant, and finally set himself back to stroking, picturing the naked Marathel lying beneath him on the wooden floor of her hut, those creamy breasts of hers heaving, then her on top of him, his cock in her mouth, breathing on him, only breathing, wishing she had used her tongue, her lips on him, wishing he had let her pleasure him as they’d pleasured her together, those full lips of hers, how soft, haar’chak, that pussy of hers, so hot, always so damn wet, she’d always been ready for him, a perfect fit for his cock, so tight and yet yielding at the same damn time, clenching down on him when he was inside her, and she always came so hard, so hard he wondered if the other women he’d been with had been faking it the whole damn time, he was not a practiced lover by any means, just functional at the sex act, he didn’t even know how to kiss properly, Cobb had to teach him how, but he knew if he could just get back to Marathel, if Marathel would come back to him, perhaps they could both learn together, and it would be so damn good, so much better than fisting himself in this fucking shower, and his strokes got faster and harder as he pressed his forehead against the wall, and he was just about there, and he thought of her face and how it looked when she came, her cries of pleasure, the odd tear leaking from her eyes, her long strong legs flexing their muscles and going rigid, the quiver of her body, particularly her pussy clenching even harder on him, and he finally came himself, grunting loudly and spattering the shower wall with ejaculate, twice, three times, and a weak fourth time before finally feeling spent, and he rested against the shower wall, breathing hard, wondering to himself when was the last time he’d masturbated to a fantasy rather than just getting the job done, as it were, and he couldn’t decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing. 

Din puffed his cheeks out as he exhaled. He washed his hair and finished cleaning himself, since he was in there anyway, giving the shower itself a bit of a clean at the same time.  After turning off the water, Din realized a couple of things: there were no towels in here, and in his haste to get undressed he had left all his clothes on the floor, and they were now all wet.   

Haar’chak. 

Din pulled on his flight pants, which were uncomfortably wet and cold on his bare skin and placed the helmet on his head.  Catching his reflection in the durasteel mirror, he thought, yup, I’m a dumbass and then dripped his way back to his quarters, leaning inside to grab towels from the bin closest to the door.  Grogu was quietly snoring.  He also found a fresh set of thermals and padded back to the shower cubicle, kicking the wet clothing and armor out into the corridor before shutting himself inside again.   

Din roughly rubbed his hair with the towel, leaving it unruly and sticking up in all directions as he considered his face in the mirror.  He didn’t know handsome from a hole in the ground, and he had his father’s hooked nose and the lines between his brows, but his mother seemed to think his father handsome, so he guessed if he resembled his father that would be good enough.  His mother, of course, was beautiful, as dark as Marathel was fair, and his father was forever touching her cheek, holding her hand, rubbing her back.  Once he had woken up in the night, hearing his parents’ laughter in the kitchen, and he snuck out to see for himself, and peered through the cracked-open door.  His father was on his knees on the floor, and he was washing her feet.  Her feet always hurt, and she stood practically all day, and here was his father, gently soaping and massaging his wife’s sore feet as they laughed and talked about their day.  Young Din went back to bed, thinking that if you were willing to wash someone’s feet, it had to be love. 

Din smiled at the memory.  Feet, indeed.  He combed his hair, dressed in his fresh thermals, replaced his helmet, and hung up his wet flight suit to dry.  He set out his armor in the corridor so that he could clean and polish it after getting a couple hours’ sleep.  He checked on Grogu, grabbed a pair of Marathel’s socks, and went back into the cockpit for a long nap, thinking about Marathel’s feet, and wondering if she’d let him wash them for her.   

It was early evening on Nevarro when he landed on the edge of his covert.  Din had cleaned and polished his armor, even the damaged helmet, and had fully dressed himself in armor and weaponry, including the Darksaber, and hooking the marchwyl on his belt.  He hated the Darksaber, and the marchwyl even more than that, but he figured he could at least get rid of one of them on this trip … that is, if the Armorer would deign to see him, an apostate.   

Din stepped forward with Grogu on his arm.  The youngsters came running forward, happy to see their little green friend again. Din set Grogu on the sand, and he immediately ran off to join the others.  Some adults nodded at Din in greeting while others looked at him with a only a motionless gaze. Din stepped up to the opening into the catacombs and was met by the imposing figure of Paz Visla.  “Paz.” 

“Apostate.” 

So that’s how it’s going to be. “I wish to speak to Armorer.” 

“No.” 

“My helmet is badly damaged, and I bring bounties for the good of the covert.” 

“Have you bathed in the sacred waters of Mandalore?” 

Din bit his lip before he said something he regretted.  “I have not.” 

“Perhaps you should do that first,” sneered Paz. 

“I believe a compromised helmet would be a barrier to Din Djarin redeeming himself,” called the Armorer from deep inside the entrance tunnel.  “Show me your helmet, Din Djarin.” Din obediently turned to show the Armorer the deep divot.  “What caused this?” 

“This beskar hammer,” replied Din, turning back to face the Armorer, and removing the hammer from his belt.  “It is called the marchwyl.  I bring it, as well as a valuable bounty, from the planet Unmanarall.”  

“You have a habit of finding beskar weapons where there should be none.  I take it your helmet no longer has any capabilities?” 

“It does not.” 

“Well, then, follow close behind me. Let’s discuss this more.” Din, as always, resisted to urge to roll his eyes as he walked by Paz as they entered the catacombs.  “I thought you were on your way to Mandalore.” 

“I had this opportunity come up.  I couldn’t pass up what they offered.” 

“And what was that?” 

“Old Republic Ossum Aurodium coins.” 

“Who is this person who commands such an exorbitant price?” 

“A woman.”  Din did not want to expand on that at the moment.  He could just see the Armorer slowly look over her shoulder and then turn back. 

“I see.”  When they reached the forge, Din presented the beskar hammer to her.  “What did you call this again?” 

“The marchwyl.” 

“Where did you come by it?” 

“A planet called Unmanarall, out on the very far edge of the galaxy.” 

The Armorer wasn’t sure if she was bemused or annoyed by Din’s truncated answers, but she carried on her questions as she lit the forge.  “How did you come by it?” 

“The woman, she … she sacrificed herself for me to get the coins. Her kinswomen brought me the hammer.” 

“You carry much guilt about these women.” 

Din took a breath.  “I do.” 

The Armorer assessed the weapon in her hands.  “Whose blood is this?” she asked. 

Din knew that the Armorer knew the answer to her question but was forcing the answer from him.  Finally, he said, just loud enough to be heard over the forge, “Hers.” 

“Did she suffer?” 

“Yes.” 

“Was her suffering a dishonorable thing?” 

“Yes.”  He could not have been more emphatic. 

“Did you fight on her behalf?” 

Din swallowed twice before he was able to answer. “No.” 

The Armorer’s voice never changed its cadence, was not judgmental, as she asked, “Why not?” 

And Din felt his soul shrivel; how could he reveal this most childish of reasons for not protecting someone so vulnerable?  Yet he had to in order to remain on a path to absolution.  “She told me not to.” 

The Armorer gazed at him, silently, for an uncomfortably interminable time before she said, “Show me your helmet.”  Din turned.  He felt her hands examine the damaged area.  “And this hammer caused this much damage?” 

“Yes.” 

“You were injured?” 

“Yes.” 

She stood silently behind him for a while, and then turned to the forge.  “Go to the lower level and enter a meditation chamber.  Leave your helmet in the doorway and wait.  Think.” 

“You will use the marchwyl …?” 

“If what has caused damage becomes part of the repair, does it redeem itself?”  

Din couldn’t answer that.  “Grogu?” 

“With Paz’s family.”  Din nodded.  “This is the way.” 

“This is the way.”  Din turned and made his way down to a sub-level.  It was cool down there due to natural wind tunnels in the cave system.  He chose a dark doorway, entered, and removed his helmet, leaving it in the doorway as told.  The chamber was long and narrow, and there was no door.  Anyone who entered was in darkness, and no one went out into the lighted corridor without a helmet.  Din made his way to the far end, trailing his fingers along both walls, for the chamber was so narrow it was less wide than the span of his arms.  At the far end was a narrow cot, and no creature comforts.  Perfect for meditation without distraction. He sat down where the floor met the far wall and gazed towards the open doorway.  Someone came and took his helmet away, while Din thought about how he would now be carrying Marathel’s blood on his helmet for the rest of his life. 

Din had no knowledge of how long he sat in darkness.  He did have the opportunity to think about many things several times over.  Some of his answers depended on a certain woman. Some depended on the existence of the sacred waters of Mandalore.   He lifted his eyes when he heard echoing footsteps.  A silhouette placed a helmet in the open doorway.  Din waited until the footsteps were gone.  Coming forward, he saw the dark visor, in a field of gleaming beskar, look back at him.   He tried to consider the point of view of a frightened woman upon seeing this helmet for the first time.  Of having to interact with only this beskar face, a suit of armor, gloved hands, when she only knew men by the pain and degradation they caused her.  And then to have this blank face deny her and tell her that any affection he held for her was less than his devotion to his Creed — something she couldn’t possibly begin to understand — and then still demand her affection towards him. 

He placed the helmet on his head and turned it on with the controls on his vambrace.  All the screens flared to life, going through all the options and calibrating before returning to Din’s standard options.  He felt the back of the helmet, feeling only seamless metal, with no tactile evidence of a repair.  He stepped out of the cell and made his way back to the forge. 

“Is the helmet back to proper working condition?” the Armorer asked without turning from her forge. 

“Yes.  It is.” 

“Let us discuss the bounty you received for this woman.”  Din silently handed the Armorer the cloth bag, and she spread some of the coins out on the table.  “For what reason was the bounty placed?” 

“The woman was the … intended of one of the Elders of her people.  She had been living for some time without fulfilling that expectation.” 

“So, you completed this mission?” 

“Yes.” 

“So, the woman is with her intended.” 

Din shifted slightly. “No.” 

The Armorer looked up in surprise.  “No?” 

“She … she is on Tatooine, receiving medical care.” 

“So, you … completed the mission on one hand, and not on the other?” 

“She suffered …” 

“Does she have a name?” asked the Armorer, and Din could swear she stood three inches taller. 

“Her name is Marathel.”  The Armorer stood motionless, waiting for Din to continue.  “Marathel suffered greatly for me to collect those coins.  She condemned herself to death for my benefit, for the benefit of this covert.” Din took a breath.  “I failed to help her.  Ni cuy’ osi’yaim.  Ni cuy’ hut’uun.” 

The Armorer stood still, letting Din’s confession of his inaction and his cowardice hang in the sweltering air of the forge.  “Was Marathel deserving of this death?” 

“No one is deserving of what she endured.” 

“Marathel compelled you to not take up your weapons?” 

“She compelled me to remove my weapons altogether, and to be still.” Din dropped his head.  “Marathel was a victim of exceptional cruelty and nearly died due to my cowardice.” 

“And what is it you seek here?” 

“Absolution.  And the knowledge that Marathel did not suffer in vain.” 

The Armorer looked down at the coins, which reflected the fire’s glow.  “This bounty is not yours.  The covert will not accept it.” 

Din was struck silent for several seconds.  “What?” 

The Armorer put all the coins back in the bag and tied it shut.  “This bounty was not yours to receive.  It is stained with the blood and suffering of the innocent Marathel.  The bounty is hers.”  She placed the bag in front of Din.  “These must go to their rightful owner.  This is the way.” 

Din automatically began, “This is the …” He looked down at the bag.  “Then it was pointless after all.”  He looked back at the Armorer.  “How am I to tell her?  How can I look her in the eyes and tell her that her sacrifice meant nothing?  She will … this will destroy what is left of her!” 

The Armorer gazed coolly at Din.  “You have salvaged your honor by returning the stolen beskar to us.  To keep the coins would be dishonorable.  Go now, Apostate Din Djarin.  Find your path and follow it to find your absolution. This is the way.” 

For the first time since he entered this covert as a child, Din refused to respond to the call of his people.  He took the bag of coins, shoved it behind his cuirass, and left the forge without a word. 

The Armorer sat and considered what Din said of himself: Ni cuy’ osi’yaim — I am a despicable person.  Ni cuy’ hut’uun — I am a coward.  He was always his own worst detractor, she thought.  Every failure, every misstep, was taken so deeply into Din’s heart that he wore shame like he wore his cape.  If there is anyone who is deserving of She Cin Vhetin — a clean slate, a new beginning — it is Din Djarin. As she went back to her forge, the Armorer then considered this Marathel, an aruetii — an outsider, who was willing to lay down her life for a Mandalorian.  The Armorer, certain of her decision to not accept the bounty, wished her well. 

Din stalked out of the deep catacombs and into one of the larger common areas.  Scanning over the group, he did not see Grogu or Paz among them.  Din remembered where Paz quartered so he headed in that direction.  Before he knocked on the door, Din swore he heard laughter behind it.  Laughing?  Din knocked and the laughter ceased immediately.  After a moment, the door slid open, and the imposing figure of Paz filled it.  The two men looked at each other briefly before Paz stepped back to allow Din to enter.  Ragnar, Paz’s young son, was seated on a large cushion, and he was concentrating on throwing a sour berry in Grogu’s direction.  Ragnar tossed the berry high above Grogu’s head, but Grogu stopped the berry mid-air, allowing it to then drop directly into his open mouth.  Grogu grinned at Din with berry-stained teeth and mouth, juice drips down his shirt.  Din put his hands on his hips and sighed inwardly; now he had to potentially deal with the kid having a major case of the trots, depending on how many berries he’d eaten.  

“Your helmet is now repaired?” 

Din nodded. “Thank you for watching Grogu.”  Paz grunted, and Ragnar threw another berry.  “Ragnar has grown into a fine lad.” 

“Your green child is spoiled.” 

“He is good at bending people to his will.  Come, Grogu.”  Grogu hopped up and ran to Din’s feet.  Din lifted the boy and set him on his arm, wiping his mouth with the edge of his cape. 

Paz grunted again, then said in possibly the kindest tone Din had ever heard from the larger man, “I hope you are able to redeem yourself on Mandalore.  I hope the waters are still there.”  Din looked at Paz in surprise.  Paz reached out to his son.  “Come, Ragnar, it is time to sleep.” 

“Jate ca, Paz, gedet'ye,” said Din. 

“Naas wadaas.” 

Din left the catacombs, and returned to the ship, not because he didn’t have a place to sleep at the covert — he did; there was always room for another in the covert — but he thought it would be better in case Grogu did end up with the trots from eating all those berries … and unfortunately he was right.  He got to spend a good part of the night sitting on a crate, holding Grogu over the vac tube. Thanks, Paz.  Grogu had a stomach of beskar for spicy food and amphibians, but too much fresh fruit ran right through the kid with disastrous results.  Marathel would probably have a pithy Oldtalk phrase about this situation — like shit through a gochgoch or something equally as ridiculous — and make a mug of her stomach tea.  Din missed sitting on her steps, missed her mugs of tea.  He missed her. He had no idea how he was going to tell her that the covert wouldn’t accept the Aurodium … or if he should tell her. 

“You empty yet, kid?”  Grogu’s stomach grumbled in response.   “That sounds a lot like your hungry noise, but I’m not trusting your stomach while your back end is acting like that.”  Din heard a beep noise from the cockpit that sounded like an incoming message.  He grabbed the old towel at his feet and wrapped the naked boy’s bottom with it, hoping for a respite from the diarrhea.  It’s always something, thought Din.  He climbed up the ladder one-handed and punched the button for the message. 

BF: Marathel wants to know if Grogu is okay 

Din smiled, happy to know she was worried about them.  He tapped out a message. 

DD:  Grogu has an upset stomach  BF:  Marathel asked what happened to his stomach of beskar  DD: compromised by fruit  BF: Marathel wishes you the best of luck  

Din frowned, wondering why Boba was transcribing Marathel’s message instead of her doing it herself.  

DD:  Thank you Marathel 

There was a long pause, so long that Din believed that the conversation was over.  He took Grogu — now apparently over his Tatooine two-step — back down out of the cockpit to get him bathed.  Din had just distracted Grogu with a cracker so he could dress the boy when he heard the beep from the cockpit again.  He got Grogu settled back into his little hammock and whispered Mando’a into the boy’s ear.  After setting the lights on the lower level, Din climbed into the cockpit and checked the message. 

BF: The Modifier’s contact came through; treatment seems to be working 

Din took a breath.  She’ll live. 

Next Chapter ->

Translation for Din’s lullaby: 

Sleep, little one You are my sweetheart  I will watch over you  Until morning  Sleep, little one  You are my sweetheart  I will sing to you  Until morning  Sleep, little one  You are my sweetheart  I will protect you  Until morning 

Lullaby written by  @themischiefoftad on Tumblr 

  

[stars-and-birds]

a specific color that gives you the ick?

mythical creature you think/believe is real?

favorite form of potato?

do you use a watch?

what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium?

do you change into specific clothes for the house when you get home?

do you have a skincare routine (and how many steps is it)?

anything from your childhood you’ve held on to?

first thing you’re doing in the purge?

thoughts on mint chocolate chip?

an anxious compulsion you do everyday?

your boba/tea order?

do you wear jewelry?

would you say you have good taste in music?

how’s your spice tolerance?

what’s your favorite or go-to outfit?

preferred pasta noodle?

ask me anything ! : Favorite toh, amphibia, and gravity falls character?

alr let’s go

garbage green

nessie if i had to pick one

friessss

i used to have an apple watch but i don’t wear it anymore because my school doesn’t let me

seals!!

no lol, too lazy

kinda? only when i break out really, and it’s like three steps. but i wash my face every night if that counts

everything

robbing the nearest bookstore

MY ONE TRUE LOVE!! MINT CHOCOLATE CHIP MY BELOVED

msut shake leg…. and worry. lots of that

plain old milk tea i’m boring like that

yea, earrings most days and a ring on each finger. also a chain around my neck with another ring that doesn’t fit on any one my fingers

*i* have good taste it’s everyone else that’s weird

mid. i pretend to handle more than i can heh. like takis, for example. i’ll eat a whole bag and be like haha im fine and then Die

anything + baggy jeans really

rigatoni

good question!

hunter or luz (fuck u for making me choose tho!!!!) it used to be marcy but i love sash too dipper he’s just like me fr fr

thanks for the ask!!

[reluctant-mandalore]

3, 10 and 22

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

oh no that's so hard to choose bc I feel like I've seen a lot of terrible takes on here lol, especially in relation to star wars. I think the worst that I've come across though was "the empire was actually the good guys the entire time". Where someone quite literally came into the defense of the empire and tried to argue they were the best thing to ever happen to the galaxy. It was a fucking terrible take.

Another one that I always consider to be a really bad take is that the jedi deserved to all die or that it was their fault what happened. Like??? You really out here blaming them for their own genocide??? Like fr??????? wtf is wrong with yall

10. worst part of fanon

A lot of the fanon surrounding the clones I think is pretty bad and I would consider it to be some of the worst fanon in the fandom. A lot of it stems from fetishization and just blatant racism. Like insisting fives is stupid and always horny even though we've seen the opposite, the clones not knowing anything about sex, making some of them animalistic and aggressive even though there is nothing that indicates that about their character (wolffe in particular comes to mind for this one), and etc etc.

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

I don't really know tbh. I was gonna say Boba's pet eel he had as a kid but than I remembered that I'm pretty sure that's just legends now lol. ( Eel you'll always be canon in my heart 😔)

I guess I think its funny that Jazz is called Jizz in sw canon but the entire fandom has just chosen to ignore that. Like Im sorry yall, but one day you will just have to accept that Jizz is a genre of music in star wars- SJFKNSD

So I'm gonna go with that. I think its funny that Jizz being Jazz in the sw universe is canon and I think everyone just needs to accept it.

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

The Book of Boba Fett - Episode 3 thoughts

heyo here's me back with the ramblings! please accept my humble offerings of thoughts and analysis for this episode, for funsies only <3 no arguments, spoilers beneath the cut

i love the difference between fennec and boba - he'll listen and take a petition with no appointment, she's ready to shoot and dismiss immediately 😂 it's so interesting because you'd almost think it would be the other way around but nah, he's chill and she's paranoid <3 (i don't know if other media shows this more, i haven't watched the bad batch which i know fennec appears in, and i haven't read any of the comics with boba in it)

i genuinely love how sincere boba is about being daimyo like, he keeps going "i am the daimyo and i will bring order" and he's being so serious but no one is used to that do they think he's being silly because ??? why are you walking around like that dude

also obsessed with sophie thatcher appearing in this (i love prospect so much and i'm happy to see her in such a different role compared to that)

you can feel the love boba has for his dad in the kamino flashbacks and it breaks my heart fr

the music <3

i never thought about how it would make boba feel to see all the storm trooper heads on the sticks. i know that at the later stages of the empire it was mostly conscripts but surely it would invoke memories of the clones? idk it made me think about it and now i'm sad

NO NOT THE FUCKING TUSKEN CAMP FUCK nononono the music too stop it this is so sad fuck that nikto gang (though was it them??? i have a funny feeling it could be more cause would the tuskens really lose to a gang like that?? or is it just slightly bad writing idk)

the kids stick too i'm actually in tears this is so fucking upsetting why does everyone have to die all the time

there's something so nasty about attacking a person when they're in the middle of something medical, cause let's face it, the bacta tank is medical and krssantan straight up decked boba in his underwear jesus man

gotta respect the mods for still coming in to help (yeah it's their job but again, they could've said nope and left him to it) - also why is this dude so obsessed with biting people lmao

fennec's disapproving little shake of head lmaoo she's giving older sister vibes

poor rancor- is that danny trejo??????

i love how genuinely confused krssantan is to be let go - boba is way too kind and i can feel fennec's disapproval through the screen

boba immediately falling in love with the rancor and wanting to train and ride it and giving it loving scratches <3 totally obsessed with this man he's so fascinating

"excuse me, lord fett" "not now i'm busy" is such a pet owners response when they're giving or receiving love from their baby oh my god

i genuinely have tears in my eyes from how funny it is that these mods have the equivalent of space vespas because i was expecting the equivalent of harley davidsons if i'm honest and it's so disappointing they got these shiny ass candy looking speeders instead 💀 i cannot take them seriously when they're on the vehicles sorry the hardcore punk aesthetic clashes so hard with the bright primary colour ass mopeds

mr moustache receptionist at the mayor's office is once again sending me into orbit because his stare could kill this fucking majordomo in an instant if he was force sensitive and i am so amused - this extra deserves so much more attention man, who is he and why isn't he in a major role

dude this is the least satisfying chase scene ever sorry but they're going like 30mph max??? i can't take them seriously this looks ridiculous and it's probably the worst scene in the show so far

thanks for reading!! people seem to be enjoying my star wars posts which is nice, i don't talk about it that often but i've started playing SWTOR and i'm enjoying it!! created a new jedi character for it and i'm getting attached so might write up a character sheet for her soon :)

[candyredmusings]

“Another One Of Those ‘Things My Discord Said’ Sentence Starters.

Things taken from DMs and a few group chats from Discord. CW: NSFT Change / Edit as necessary !

i am literally tom cruise

cum is cool.

[NAME]  is fucked up cus he is straight man

[NAME]  show me your fuckin tits

[NAME], you better not be standing catatonic in your room wearing your handmade jigsaw robe again.

its like they creampied me but instead of cum it was new music

like what about my pussy-area makes u think sea cucumber

the mind is weak. but the body is funky

so im reading that fanfic where 1d like, buys your soul or whatever and im shook

well tom servo is a sex god

and then i freaked it

FUCK YOU APPLE JACK FUCK

ILL SLURP WITH YOU

LEMME SHOW U DICK

ITS A SIDE QUEST YOU SILLY BITCH

I’m a zombie the law can’t stop me

LEAVE YOUR GOLDEN UNCRUSTABLES OUT OF MY HOME I WILL NOT FALL VICTIM TO THY TRICKERY

you, telling me to ignore a twink with side swept brown hair? foolish.

Hes so hot i briefly started texting like a straight person

and because I’m god and I’ve decided that. No. In fact. I’m not done.

MY DUMB BOTTOM BRAIN FOLLOWS COMMANDS TOO WELL

[NAME], I know you love bloopy reggae jams. Now is not the time

OH THATS WHAT I THOUGHT YOUD SAY YOU STUPID ACCIDENTAL HIMBO DEMON

man i rlly am attracted to paul mccartney.

its not that kennedy was gay af sleeping w jackies fat ass out, he just has a better one-

jealous of my massive honkeers

YOU BRAINCELLED BITCH

this forced open my third eye and i saw the devil--

oh me seeming romantically interested in u is making u uncomfortable?? noted

the only pussy this party city shake out wig looking mother fucker is getting

[NAME]  expose your teeth right fucking now

IN THE DEPARTMENT OF OLD MAN FUCKING, WEVE GOT YOU BEAT

What if we kissed while one of us got called racist and we are both boys

i just jacked it to minecraft piss porn

I will pop a huge tentacle boner

i hate females fr fr

we left u to die to play minecraft

IM GONNA FRICKLE-FRACK YOUR WIFE

CAN I KARATE CHOP IT LIKE IN SPONGEBOB

DWIGHT FROM THE OFFICE IS NOT MY SKRUNKLY

she would never ever take away one of these stupid fucking hats

My brother in Christ you’re being haunted

i want to wring you like a wet towel and slap u against a wall

Yeah you'll come to learn I just have a thing for milk

Piss ur pants harder pls I wanna watch

I'm gonna corn on the kill myself

good morning to parappa and his stans. everyone else..... hi ig

lol look at this clown with no slurs

God has abandoned his children but unfortunately for you I pay child support and I will smite thee.

this is how I reveal myself to be homophobic

I have no sluts

idk what it is abt it but boba makes me become like an actual whore

im homophobic suddenly

he was like ‘You're so big”.... and i just started crying

anyones penis can be hard hes not special

for the love of god please help me

i can talk about piss for hours

im sorry i havent recognized mickey mouse clubhouse ost as the cultural landmark that it is

I ASKED IF WE WOULD RP AFTER FUCKING BIBLE STUDY OR WHATEVER

the benefits of being a yandere is that i dont have to forgive OR forget and I am a living breathing PVP zone so Fuck with me white boy.

When toxic by ashnikko comes on I enter the gaslight gatekeep phases of my girlbosshood

im like a child in line for the newest fucked up disney ride

[NAME] is just all fucking Sorts of fucked up

im clownfaking

why are we here? to suffer? every other day i get messages from a whore

always thinking abt when my friend called me a "white boy whore"

you gotta PUMP the errand girl with cocaine

im beyond shame bc i love all cock try again

people have fetishes.

They really do crucify anyone these days huh

u may have never hungered for cock but you have hungered for a sub sandwich and honestly? theyre basically the same thing-

hi im drawing hentai

[NAME] idk why but that really. makes me want to stab you

“Don't have sex FOMO, [NAME], no! “

“TRY AND NUKE THIS, BITCH.”

“There's a group of golden skeletons behind you hitting the griddy “

“GRANDPA’S ASHES SUCKED MY COCK AND TOOK ME TO ARBYS.”

“You’re lanky with no gender and silly goofy with the rizz it works.”

“You can’t just tell me I could be a Tumblr sexy man to my face at 4:30 PM.”

"I have strong opinions about the soviet union"

“CALL THAT PUSSY THE MATRIX CAUSE IM IN THIS BITCH AND I CANT GET OUT “

“dont cry. 8000 types of reptiles on the planet, okay?”

[NAME] lives his life like he’s an RPG character but picks only the rude dialogue options.”

“I need to beat off to this before God destroys California.”

"No amount of pussy could get me on a rollercoaster with three loops"

"I love your senior citizen pussy"

"Gerber is pretty reliable .. I mean .. The Gerber baby didn't die .... did it?"

“you are white i assume”

"I hate you terrorist, and you may quote me on that"

"I love watching you play minecraft. It's like watching a baby fawn."

"I've never seen old men who fuck harder."

"i don't need him to KILL i need him to FUCK ME"

"well maybe if you just dicked down your wife she wouldn't have gone on a murderous slut rampage"

"why cant these BIG titty bimbos stop HANGING around me"

[dreamyheizou]

genshin boys as types of pet cats

includes: ayato, childe, heizou, itto, kazuha, scaramouche, xiao, and zhongli

genre: fluff, crack (?)

warnings: brief mention of vomit (in ayato's section)

ayato

- a siamese cat (with blue eyes ofc)

- a proper cat ☝🏻

- sits with his two front paws crossed over each other

- loves getting his fur brushed daily

- doesn't fuss when getting his nails trimmed 💅🏻

- refuses to eat dry food!!

- ayato ONLY eats organic food

- vomits if he drinks tap water

- also, DO NOT leave food out on the counter

- he WILL climb onto the kitchen counter and drink your doordash boba tea 🧋

- refuses to go in the litter box if it's dirty

- gives u a dirty look whenever you don't change his litter right after he takes a dump

- acts like the king of the castle 👑

- spoiled kitty fr

childe

- childe would be an orange tabby with blue eyes

- he gives off huge orange tabby vibes

- chaotic and loud ‼️🤪

- steps on your chest when you are sleeping

- meows loudly in your face at exactly 5am in the morning every dingle day to demand food

- shits outside of his litter box if you do something he doesn't like

- has mastered The Head Tilt™️

- begs for treats all the time

- and you can't help but give in

- everything has to go his way

- now, childe LOVES to play with just about anything

- shoelaces, teaser wands, soft plushies, hairbands, your $300 dollar necklace.....

- starts fights with other cats for fun 🤣

- loves annoying scaramouche especially

heizou

- he would be a brown tabby with green eyes

- but has the tortie sass

- sly mf

- constantly has this expression on his face that looks like he knows something you don't 😈

- which honestly is probably the case

- learns tricks very quickly bc he's a smart boy

- but doesn't perform them on purpose whenever you're trying to show your friends 😀

- just to spite you hehe

- like childe, heizou would be a very talkative cat so he'd never shut up

- swats at random things

- you know heizou is judging you whenever he gives you the side glance 👁

itto

- itto would be a maine coon

- a Large boy

- but despite being physically larger in size than most cats

- he is a big babie

- comes running for you whenever he gets startled by the smallest things :(

- not very bright but super sweet

- you know that trend where you hold a cat up against the wall and see if they're smart enough to stop themselves?

- yeah, itto doesn't pass that one

- his face just goes s m a s h into the wall 💥

- when he loafs, he doesn't just look like a loaf of bread 🍞🙅🏻‍♀️

- he looks like a whole ass bakery

kazuha

- kazu would be a white cat with reddish-orange eyes

- you know how some cats have very dilated pupils all the time?

- that's kazuha as a cat

- this feature just makes him look even cuter than he already is

- goes CRAZY over catnip 🍃

- definitely a lap cat

- just wants to cuddle and be held

- purrs a lot and makes biscuits on your lap

- jumps on your bed at night bc he wants to be closer to you 🥰

- loves giving head bonks too 🥹

- likes to sit by the windowsill and watch birds fly around in the backyard 🪟

scaramouche

- i can see scara as a grey tabby

- definitely used to be a stray cat, so he has his left ear tipped

- which gives him a menacing kinda look

- he is a little menace, after all

- hisses at everyone and everything

- people, dogs, squirrels, other cats, etc.

- likes to catch small bugs and spiders and torture them until they die 😼

- will not hesitate to scratch your eyes out with his murden mittens

- bites and clings onto your hand whenever you try to pet him

- and acts all innocent after you retract your hand??? 😇

- one day you decide to risk your life and start scratching under his chin

- at first, scara started clawing at your arm, but then after a few seconds you start to see his eyes kinda close

- as if he was saying, "hey this kinda feels nice......"

- scara eventually gives in and learns to love chin scratches 🤭

xiao

- black cat with golden eyes

- looks like a lil void

- especially when he's hiding in the dark and you see nothing but two big golden eyes staring back

- shy shy shy

- hides from strangers at first

- but warms up after he gets to know them better

- brings back dead animals he caught and drops them in front of you as a gift ❤️

- barely sleeps at night but keeps quiet so he doesn't disturb you

- in fact, he watches over you to make sure you're safe from any danger

- loves to sit in boxes 📦

- it gives him a sense of calm and security

zhongli

- i can see zhongli as a tuxedo cat

- he'd be a super senior cat

- since he is old asf 💯

- every time you take him to the vet, everyone there is amazed at how he is still alive

- his fur is kinda scruffy ngl

- and whiskers are crinkly

- but he is still a handsome kitty regardless 😌

- spends most of his time sleeping due to his age :(

- cleans himself pretty well 🧼🧽

- poosy clean poosy tight poosy fresh

- gets along with other cats, including childe surprsingly

[happytroopers]

Boba Fett season finale shit post

Spoilers below. Obviously.

Rip hot twilek your 6 minutes of screen time will be duly forgotten

WAIT THEY KILLED MAX REBO

Fuck the Pykes man

I can tolerate space drug trade but I draw the line at killing renowned jizz musicians

God Fennec Boba and Din in one shot now there’s a sandwich I wanna be in

Many thoughts and yet none at all just sin

Not them trying to redeem the mayor

“I have an idea to draw Fett out.” I’m sending g that there’s the inspo for a new WAVE of self insert fanfic

XWINF

Luke coming to help his boy toy???

The child????

YEP

That’s artooie:)))

THE BABY

Wait can he drive

Me and PELI are on the same page

HES SO TINY

BRIGHT EYES

R2 s like we’re on a SCHEDULE

ME TOO PELI ITS A TERRILBE NAME

WAIT DID BE CHOOSE THE SRMOR

Is he dropping out of Jedi school

If so I’m gonna have to start kinning baby Yoda

Goth Wookiee :)

Someone’s gonna sneak up on them

Din stop being so sexy

God boba in his armor is so sexy

This is the showdown we wanted in clone wars

Star Wars-issficstion of southern idioms

Ok but two of them are wearing beskar and u are not

Boba said “no 💖🖕”

Why do I feel like fennec is gonna take the brunt of this

Fennec being the sexy voice of reason as always

���Ur going soft in ur old age” as if Bane isn’t fucking ancient

I love my little beuqacratic wiggler

Yep just as I fucking thought

NOT GOTH WOOKIE

I don’t appreciate them ripping my found family trope to pieces

So that augmented eye is very helpful to his aim huh

Not the water waste

God I love her

SHES SO SEXY

Lil punk said lesbian panic!!!

The only woman I would call Mommy

The last time Din got trapped in a blown out bar, it didn’t go well

We love a loyal bestie

More self insert inspo “I’m with you til we both fall”

WIGGLER SAYS I DONT WANNA DIE HERE

NOT THE EDUCATION ELITISM

He said I’m not afraid to pathetic

Is he not gonna read that first

What if it just said “fuck u losers”

Yay space slurs!!!!

Pls be inappropriate

“Nothing 💖”

Creative writing king! He wrote that so fast

Jet pack hotties

INLOVE THE KNEE BLASTERS

THE SLUT TURN DIN J LOVE U

Overkill a lil boys???

DIN WHY ARE TOUSING HR UNARMORED HANDS RO GAUARD UR BESKAR HELMETED HEAD

Awww yay :)

Can y’all imagine like living in this part of town??? Just like, trying to get brunch, and this shit happening.

No the moped!!!!

YES CITY FOLK COUNTRY FOLK FISCORS

Disapproved dad says save it

GOTH WOOKIE

Din’s thighs :)

Oh no

Hey maybe we should start shooting now

Yes start shooting now that they put their RAY SHIELDS up

Ahhhh clone wars nostalgia

Goth WOOKIE said show off

Well that was a waste of a missile

Quick mafs

“You’ve run out of friends” me too boba

God I love this man

Both of them actually

Hey maybe let’s not just run in a mobbed straight line guys????

There is one droid chasing you and approx 60 of y’all

Slutty lil spin there

Din is so fast ????

FHE HAMMER TBDKW

Bonk !!!

She’s gonna show that baby and dins gonna be like “YOU BROUGHT MY SON INTO A BATTLE ZONE????”

I fight usually leads to dying

They’re in love

THE IMMEDJATE FARHER PANJC

FBE HUG ONG Y’ALL IM CRYING

HES SK HAPLY TENDER AND SOFT I LOVE HIM

Fave dilf

HE CAUGHT HIM

Not the tooth!!!

YES YES YES YES YES

Zillow beast vibes

Boba lemme sit on ur lap while you ride

NO NO NO

ok that was hot

Remisnent if genonosis Kenobi

YES BABY DO UR THINK PROTECT HR DAD

ARE U OK

Boba u are so hot

They’re in LOVE

But fr fr city x country makes the best pairing

Imagine if that was ur house

Boba I demand reparations

Who is the lil pretty boy we keep seeing

NO BO NO NO NO

Not mysmotinal support space beast!!!!

They’re gonna date!!!!

Wiggler x PELI!!!!

YES INWAS WAITJNF DOR ONE OF THEM TO GET EATEN

I doubt they’ll kill off Bane. But liek…. What if they did

Also that’s ANOTHER problem for the city

HOODLUMS

HEY YO

Mmmm Jango ment

Just grab his little face tubes

YES STICK STUCK STUCK

Oh maybe they will kill him

Makes since tho he’s like OLD OLD

He’s wAs old in Clone Wars

Oh nvm he’s def not dead

STOP SOOTING HIM

Ok now for a King Kong parallel

NO NOT THE BALL

ok that was hot Din

NO NO NO NO

KID

HIM LITTLE WADDLE

HIS EARS

HIS EYES

How to train ur dragon parrlell

CLONE WARS KENOBJ PARALLELL

HIM LITTLE HANDS

NAP BUDDIES

Found my new screen saver

Yay decaptiated heads are back!!!

They should hire a tourism director

YES FENNEC FUCK IT UP

So sneaky :)

NOT THE REN FAIR MUSIC

Rip to the ham guards

THE TAPS

truly encapsulated what having a toddler is like

I LOVE THEM

Is there an end credit scene

Just realized that in the choral grunting they’re saying Fett- I’m an idiot

Yep end credit scene

I swear if it’s bane

COBBY BOY

Boba quit modifying ppl without their consent!!!

[trueartbasement-blog]

I know, another Star Wars poster, sorry about I really like this saga. I made a poster about one of the most popular bounty hunter in the history of cinema, Boba Fett, wich weirdly enough, is not a character that appears often in the movies. It's a good thing his past was explained in the prequels because I really love him, especially within the Legends books, he actually survives his encounter with the, hum... Thing that has a big mouth with teeth. First of all, this cosplay was done by Fable Studios, here's the source of it : http://fablephotos.deviantart.com/art/Boba-Fett-cosplay-2-615163232 Personnally, I really like the design of his armor, it's simple but I really do like it. Also, his past is pretty metal, seeing his father die in front of him and taking his head was... Pretty metal. Also, he's pretty much one of the only reason why I would choose the bounty hunter class in Star Wars : The Old Republic. Also, I really think it's bullshit that Disney made the Legends non cannon, he was so freaking badass in those, you even fight him in the game Star Wars Jedi Knight : Jedi Academy, (he's a pain in the ass). By the way, I just bought the Star Wars : Anthology DVD set, pretty cool. Anyway, if you liked this, please favourite it and watch me if you like my art in general. My Social Medias : Pixiv : http://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=17492079 Tumblr : https://trueartbasement.tumblr.com/ Facebook : https://www.facebook.com/artbasementofficial/ Twitter : https://twitter.com/TrueArtBasement Instagram : https://www.instagram.com/artbasementofficial/?hl=fr Gmail : ArtBasementOfficial@gmail.com