#like bantha plushies

[anstarwar]

Local kid gives Rex their bantha plushie, news at 11

[laz-laz-ace-pilot]

Plushie Fundraiser For Gaza

Hi everyone. The situation in Gaza is getting worse by the day and donations are desperately needed. With that in mind, I'm going to be offering handmade and commission plushies to help raise funds.

What I'm making

- For Star Wars fans

I have several patterns already for smaller star wars creatures, including for tookas, varactyls, banthas and more! All of these are available as larger plushies, as well as wampas and rancors, plus some droids like BD1. If there's another star wars critter you'd like that's not listed, I would happily draw up a pattern and make them!

(Please excuse the quality of photos)

- For animal and dinosaur fans

I have plenty of patterns for a wide range of animals and dinosaurs and would be happy to make any of these; again if I don't have a pattern I will happily draw one up for you!

I can also supersize any pattern for giant plushies!

What you need to do

-Contact me if you're interested so we can discuss fabrics, colours and size

-Make a donation to UNRWA, PCRF or one of the verified family fundraisers. Send me a receipt of your donation and I will send back confirmation that I've begun working on your commission

- All donations are welcome and seriously needed, but in order to make this fundraiser viable I'm asking for $25 donation for small plush, $45 for large plush and $70 for giant plush. Donate over $100 and within reason I'll make whatever you want!

- If you want to tip me for postage that would be greatly appreciated! Otherwise, if posting a plush to you is not an option, I'll happily send you the pattern for a $10 donation

Please help reblog this post so it can reach as many people as possible

Please help people in Gaza and if you have any questions let me know!

Update (15/02/24): $45 donated!!!

Update (16/02/24): we're at $70!

Update (19/02/24): we're at $100! Thank you everyone!

Update (06/05/24) the fundraiser is on hold for now

[hinderr]

Obsessed with a din djarin that loves his son. A din djarin thats loves his boy to the DEATH. A din djarin that is constantly rotating this little guy in the brain. A din djarin who walks through the markets and always finds himself carrying a little something he bought for his boy even though he ALWAYS says to himself he wasnt going to do it and that grogu has ENOUGH toys but oh my god that's a little bantha plushie and grogu doesnt have one of that colour yet aaaand credits changed hands already.

Obsessed with a din djarin who holds his little guy in his arms and hes outwardly still and cool but inside he's like 'ueuhejwoaiehjahehahehhwajihb litol bay-bee....foundling.....euuuyhg'. A din djarin who listens carefully to every single one of grogu's babbles and nodding seriously every time

Obsessed with a din djarin who loves the kid, who wants the kid, and grapples with feeling not-enough for the kid until he finally decides i'm going to BE enough. A din djarin who's willing to soften his edges and baby proof his ship and bite his tongue. A din djarin who feels love is a shirt the wrong size but rolls its sleeves and keeps going. I said a din djarin who loves his boy to death but imagine a din djarin who loves his boy enough to LIVE

[missfrieden]

Tech as a father Chapter 55

Orion and plushies which are nearly double the size of him. Not the one I am proudest off, but still somehow like.

Masterlist

Chapter 55: Orion and the plushies

Wrecker, determined to make the oversized Bantha and Tauntaun stuffies ship worthy for Orion, lugs them to the small washing area on the ship. Tech watches with a mixture of amusement and concern as Wrecker wrestles the plush creatures into the compact washer next to the dryer. Which Tech found necessary to upgrade since he brought Orion. Tech interjects, "Wrecker, make sure to use a gentle cycle. We don't want to damage them." Wrecker grins, giving Tech a thumbs-up. "Don't worry, Tech. I'll take good care of Orion's new buddies."

As the washer hums to life, Wrecker waits eagerly, anticipating the moment when the plushies emerge freshly cleaned also from the dryer. Wrecker showed immense patience while waiting for the cycles. The rest of the squad, sensing the significance of these new additions to Orion's possessions, gathers around, curious to see the outcome.

Once the wash cycle is complete, Wrecker proudly presents the now squeaky-clean plushies. Hunter jokes, "Well, Tech, it looks like Orion's plushies are officially part of the squad now." Tech, unable to hide a smile, nods in approval. "Thank you, Wrecker. I'm sure Orion will appreciate the gesture." With the freshly laundered Bantha and Tauntaun in tow, the squad heads back to their common area, eager to see Orion's reaction to the new additions to his growing collection.

Orion currently playing with Echo, sitting in his lap, tries to chomp down on the scomp arm. “Don’t please, look now you may have no teeth, but later on that will hurt.” Echo tries to tell his nephew in a serious tone. “Baah” is all he gets as an answer as Orion’s drool covered lips smack down again. Echo moves his arm away, he really does not need any drool in the circuits, and either it shocks him or Orion. But the little ones head follows trying to suck again on this cool surface. As Echo sees the other he places Orion on his tummy and gets up, fetching a cloth to clean his arm. Wrecker carefully places the two new additions to Orion’s stuffed animal collection on the edge by the playmat.

As Orion army crawls closer to the oversized Bantha and Tauntaun stuffies, the squad members watch in amusement. Echo teases, "Looks like Orion is leading the way for his own mini-army." Tech nods, acknowledging Echo's observation. "Indeed, he's been working on this particular motion during his playtime. It seems like he's ready to explore more." Orion, undeterred by the size difference, reaches out and touches the soft fur of the Bantha with curious fingers. The oversized plushies tower over him, creating an adorable scene that captures the attention of the entire squad.

Wrecker grins, "Guess he's inspecting his new recruits, Tech. Gotta make sure they're up to standard." Tech chuckles, appreciating the lighthearted moment. "Seems like he's already showing leadership potential." His hand on instinct wandering up to the camera.

As Orion continues to explore and interact with the large stuffed animals, the squad enjoys the heartwarming sight of their youngest member engaging with his new, oversized companions. It's a moment of levity in their otherwise intense and demanding lives as Clone Force 99.

Orion, displaying his curiosity, manages to nudge the oversized Bantha over, its fluffy form toppling onto its side. He tilts his head, studying the plush creature intently. The lack of sound surprises him, prompting a thoughtful "Baaah" sound from the inquisitive infant. Tech watches Orion's exploration, a smile forming on his face. "Seems like he's trying to figure out why this one doesn't make noise like his other toys. It's a learning process. Fascinating how he seems to catch on." Wrecker laughs, "Well, at least he's giving them a thorough inspection. Good to know he takes his job as commander seriously, even with plushies."

Later Tech leans back in his bunk, watching over Orion as the rhythmic hum of the ship creates a gentle lull. Intent on staying awake until his son drifts off into a nap, Tech finds himself succumbing to the fatigue of constant vigilance. His little trooper had nearly fallen asleep inspecting the new stuffed animals. And threw a tiny tantrum when Tech stored them away. But as soon as he got his bottle, he calmed down.

As Orion's tiny breaths become steady, Tech's eyes gradually close, and he too slips into a light doze. The ship's gentle vibrations, coupled with the sense of security that comes from being close to his son, create a peaceful atmosphere.

In this moment of tranquillity, Tech's mind briefly escapes the challenges they face, finding solace in the simple act of being present for Orion's nap.

Chapter 56

Reblogs are very welcome and I am open for feedback, as english is not my first language, so maybe my sentences may be weird sometimes, or I write a word wrong even with google, or I use a wrong word for an item.

Tag: @spectacular-skywalker @neyswxrld @clonethirstingisreal @sleepycreativewriter @moonwreckd @sskim-milkk

Okay I think that I will try to post one each sunday, and when work is not totally exhausting me, maybe some in between.

[the-starry-seas]

last line challenge

rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like). 

tagged by @loverboy-havocboy <3 (and Uno Reverse!)

"You don't have to keep it," Fury says, though he very much hopes they like it. U'Rajya turns the bantha over in their hands, head tilted to the side. He can't see their expression under their wraps. They stretch up on their toes, both arms wrapped around the plushie, and tilt their head back to be able to keldabe kiss him without poking him in the face. "You like it?" he whispers. "It's special to me," they sign, "because it came from you." He smiles and keldabe kisses them again.

NPT @whiskygoldwings @mereelskirata @mamuzzy-creates-stuff @midwinterhunt @cacodaemonia and whoever! that means you!

[valkeakuulas]

Hello there! For the smutty prompts I have 2 if you're interested...

"If you called just to get off on my voice I'm hanging up" with Fox/ Thorn

"Day you want me and I'm yours" with Rex/ Gregor

I had to throw a coin to choose between these two because both were good but the fates decided that it was the Coruscant Commanders turn to have smut written about them. Also, I was rather inspired by this piece of art by @alamogirl80 This one is definitely the longest fic based on these prompts.

11. ❛ if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up. ❜ (Warnings: Dirty Talk. Lots of it.)

They still had at least six more hours in hyperspace so when Thorn's bucket alerted him of a comm call from Fox, he gladly accepted it.

-:Can you get somewhere secure?:- Fox asked brusquely before Thorn could even say anything.

“And hello to you too,” Thorn replied dryly, “the mission’s been going well, thanks for asking. No Seppies and no pirates, and the Senators aren’t acting like primped up banthas. I wonder if this what being on a holiday's supposed to feel like.”

-:The schematics the ship say there’s supposed to be a refresher for the crew on the lower deck,:- Fox continued, easily ignoring Thorn’s sarcastic tone. -:Can you go there?:-

Thorn rolled his eyes, not that anyone could see it with his helmet still firmly on but it was the principle of the things. “Can you give me a good reason?” he shot back.

-:I need to share something classified information with you and can’t do it on comms.:-

Now getting more curious than annoyed, Thorn glanced around at the small cabin; four of the eight Guard members were sitting around a tiny table, playing sabacc, while the rest of the squad was currently standing guard on the bridge. The flight had been processing without a hitch so far, most of the Senators and their aides resting in their quarters as it was night cycle on Coruscant time.

“Hang on for a sec,” Thorn said, putting the comm on hold as he contacted Misfire.

A quick chat with the trooper in charge of the other three on the bridge, Thorn excused himself from the cabin, opening the line with Fox again. “Okay, what’s this classified information you needed to share with me so badly that the others can’t see it?” he asked as he walked down the narrow hallway towards the door marked as the crew’s fresher.

-:Lock the door,:- Fox replied, and Thorn frowned a little when he noted the slight breathlessness in the other Commander’s tone.

Nonetheless, he made sure the lock was engaged before switching form internal comms to the holo one, a miniature holo of Fox rising in the air almost immediately. “You alright? You sound a little – what the kark!?” Thorn exclaimed, nearly dropping the comm in his shock.

The blue-toned Fox flashed Thorn a lazy smirk at the loud reaction, calmly continuing to stroke himself on the holo. “I sound a little what, Commander?” he inquired smugly.  

When Fox stretched, Thorn realised that he was reclining on the beat-up but still plushy as kriff chair someone had dragged into the Commander quarters. The movement also showed the blacks that had been pushed halfway down his thighs, revealing everything.   

Thorn swore breathlessly, the holo flickering when he threw the comm on the narrow shelf above the sink. “What’s this - ? If you called just to get off on my voice, I’m hanging up,” he threatened, pulling his bucket off, followed by a cascade of flattened curls of bleached hair that fell down to frame his face.

“No, you won’t,” Fox replied, confident and already a little husky. He let his fingers slide down, the thick cock swaying mesmerizingly as Fox cupped his balls, teasing them.

No, Thorn wouldn’t.

It was so rare for Fox to do something like this that the heady mix of wonder and lust hit Thorn with the grace of a Hammerhead corvette. His cock seemed to agree with that, blood rushing to fill it fast enough to leave Thorn feeling a little lightheaded. Drinking in the sight of Fox playing with himself, Thorn watched Fox use his other hand to push the top part of the blacks up all the way to his navel, revealing more skin and the scar that ran diagonally beneath his bellybutton, the one Thorn liked to kiss and nibble so much.

The sound Thorn made was far too close to a whimper than he cared to admit.

“Fox,” he groaned, half-pleading, half-accusing because all Thorn wanted to do was to touch Fox and he couldn’t. 

“Feels good,” Fox said, breathless as he let his hand wander back to the hard cock. “Doing this for the first time since you left,” he continued and started to slowly fuck the loose fist he had wrapped around the thick length. It’s what Fox did when he wanted to take his time and enjoy the pleasure building up. “Finally manage to grab a break, relax a bit.”

It only made this whole situation more torturous for Thorn.   

“And you decided to comm me to watch you rub one out?” Thorn asked, feeling a little hysterical as he slumped against the wall. His right hand was already moving down, pushing the kama aside to reach for the magnetic latches. “You absolute fucker, you – mmh.”

Fox’s half-lid eyes watched keenly as Thorn nearly ripped the codpiece off in his haste before roughly palming his groin. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Fox asked as his hand moved a little faster and the moan that echoed inside the small refresher didn’t come from him alone.

“Not as good as holding your dick,” Thorn replied heatedly, pulling himself out, hissing a little as the glove rubbed the sensitive skin. “Kriff, I want to blow you so badly,” Thorn told with a shaky laugh. “If you didn’t look so hot right now, I’d be so karking mad at you for doing this to me. I’m already leaking here; can you see that or do you need a closer look?”

He grinned at Fox’s reaction to his words, the naked hips jerking forward as Fox bit his lip to hold back a groan.

“Yeah, I can see it,” Fox replied, gaze shifting to Thorn’s fast-moving hand and unconsciously started to follow the rhythm. “Fuck, Thorn…”

Thorn felt his face flush and ears burn when the comm caught the slick sound. If he were to lean closer, would he see the wet shine of the lube covering Fox’s cock and fingers, mixing with the beads of liquid dribbling from the tip.

Kriff, Thorn really wanted that cock in his mouth and Fox’s hands in his hair.

“Can you squeeze yourself the way I – that’s it, don’t hold back,” he grunted and twisted his wrist when Fox did just that and threw his head back with a low groan, holo showing the long line of his throat and the flexing thighs. “So handsome, Fox, how the kark I ever got you fuck me?” Thorn wondered with another breathless laugh.

“Because you’re so pretty,” Fox replied huskily, rolling his head to look at Thorn with hooded eyes, the expression on his face one of fondness. “You can just waltz into the room, smiling, and it’s like getting blasted by Tatooine’s suns. Blinds everyone every single time.”

Thorn barked a quick laughter, the tips of his ears all but glowing now. “Is that why Stone keeps his bucket on every time we share a shift?” he had to ask, teasing.

Fox snorted and was clearly about to reply, only for his face to twist in pleasure. “Getting close,” he said instead, panting. “Keep talking, please. I want to hear your voice.”

Thorn swallowed; mouth dry. His body temperature was rising faster than the blacks could regulate, bleached curls sticking on his temples and forehead, but no force in the galaxy that would’ve stopped Thorn from doing what Fox asked.

“You want to hear me talk? Alright. The second this gaudy rustbucket lands I’m going to find you. I don’t care if you’re out on a patrol or meeting the Chancellor himself, I’m going to pin you down the second I get my hands on you. Hell, I might just throw you over his desk. It’s big enough to leave room for him to continue datawork without you getting in the way.” Thorn could feel his cock twitch against his palm, the words affecting him as well.

Fox clearly enjoyed the mental image too, a low keen echoing from the comms speakers and he must’ve planted his feet on the floor, using them to thrust into his fist.

“Then I’m going take you so deep enough to choke, Fox. I’m going to blow you so hard you’ll be screaming, and once I’ve swallowed every single drop, I’m turning you around and I’m going to eat your ass. Don’t care if you’ll beg or cry, I won’t stop until you’re all wet and loose. Think I’ll make you come another time like that.”

“Shit, Thorn, almost – almost.”

Thorn spread his thighs, feeling the way his balls tightened. “Yeah, I’m close too, Fox,” he said, eyes moving wildly from one part of Fox to another, wanting to see everything. “I’ll be close then, too. Kriff, my underwear’s going to be soaked when I finally stop. Might have to get in you real fast so that won’t shoot off too early but you won’t mind that, right? You love it when I fill you like that, fast and deep.”

Fox nodded frantically, his free hand holding the plushy handrest in a death grip that it was a wonder the fabric hadn’t ripped apart from seams already. “Please, Thorn, keep – nngh – keep talking. Tell me more.”

“Going to take you right there, Fox, and enjoy all to those pretty sounds you make when you get fucked. Have to make sure the Chancellor gets a good idea of what you sound like with someone balls deep in you. I wonder what he’d say about that, not that you’d even care. Too busy having your brains fucked out.”

“Kriff kriff kriff,” Fox sobbed, his rhythm faltering as he was nearly there.

“Fox!” Thorn demanded, and that was it.

He fought to keep his eyes open to witness Fox arch on the chair with a hoarse cry of pleasure, body tensing for a second or two as the orgasm washed over him. Thorn would’ve loved to watch him longer but his own body decided it was enough; groaning loudly, Thorn hastily moved his palm to catch the ropes of cum spilling from his cock, catching them before they landed on his armor.

For a second the only sound in the refresher was the heavy breathing of the two men, both of them enjoying the rush of hormones that followed after a good orgasm.

Panting, Thorn pushed sweaty curls aside, careful to use his clean hand, as he watched the boneless Fox breathe heavily, chest rising visibly with each inhale with a blissed look on his face. Cum was slowly dribbling down Fox’s softening length and Thorn sucked his teeth when he spotted some of it on Fox’s lower abdomen as well.

Then, slowly, Fox twisted his head to look at Thorn in the eyes.

“If you ever try to fuck me in the Chancellor’s office, I’m going to demote down enough that even the mousedroids rank higher than you,” he informed, the threat losing some of its potency thanks to the still drowsy, satisfied air Fox was giving as he laid sprawled on the chair.

Thorn couldn’t help it; he grinned cheekily. “But fucking you on the reception officer’s desk is still allowed, right?”

Fox, his beautiful, snarky Fox, only threw his head back and started laughing.

[andorerso]

Rebelcaptain Trees for @antifandor and @imsfire2: Peace and Post-War (inspired by this lovely fanart by @pfirsichspritzer)

The lights are off in their little cottage by the time Cassian steps through the front door, bag in hand. It’s nearly two in the morning, but his longing is not for sleep. Silence greets him, the snow owls hooting outside the only sound in the house, but he stops for a second, squinting into the darkness as he listens for any rustling that suggests his arrival had woken someone.

Nothing.

He told Jyn not to wait up. His ship was disappointingly but unsurprisingly delayed, the downside of public transport, and there was no point in keeping her up when he wasn’t sure he’d even make it home that night. But selfishly, he still lingers, hoping for the click of the light switch or tiny feet padding down the hall towards him. He hasn’t seen them in three weeks while he was off-world aiding Leia and the New Republic as an unofficial adviser for the Senate, and he’s annoyed that things like delays and sleep keep them from him yet again.

A tinge of disappointment crawls up his spine. His yearning for them is visceral, driving him to irrationality. No one should be awake at this hour, least of all their kids, but he misses them like a man dying of thirst in the desert. He wants to wrap Jyn in a hug and kiss her forehead, he wants to sit Lu on his lap and braid her hair or tickle her feet and hear her squeal, he wants to pick up Sammi and sing to him until he falls asleep or make those silly faces that always puts a wide grin on his face.

Sleep be damned, he wants nothing but his family. He could cook them something they loved and pull out a board game, something Lu could play as well. Or they could go sledding on the hill, build a snowman, make snow angels. They could cuddle up on the couch and watch a holo. Anything as long as they’re by his side.

He’s already making plans of waking up early tomorrow to surprise them with breakfast and hot chocolate when he finally reaches their bedroom and falters at the doorway. His heart finally eases. He wanted to put down his bag and check on the kids before settling in beside Jyn, but there’s no need. They’re here, all three of them, sleeping peacefully in the double bed he shares with Jyn.

She’s on her side of the bed, her hair fanning out around her, her breathing even. The white shirt she’s wearing, peeking out of the blankets, is his. Their son, only six months old, slumbers on her chest, a pacifier in his mouth. Jyn’s got a protective arm wrapped around him, his tiny hand fisting her shirt. Already, he looks older, hair thicker than he remembers, and Cassian mourns each and every second he missed with him during his three-week absence. On the other side of the bed is Luisa, clutching her favorite bantha plushie in one hand and holding Jyn’s in the other. They try not to make a habit out of letting her sleep with them, unless she has a nightmare, but he isn’t surprised Jyn allowed her into their bed while he was away. She likes to keep her loved ones close where she can keep an eye on them.

Cassian’s heart squeezes, his love for them choking the air from his lungs. He’s missed them all so dearly, and although he can’t wait to hear Luisa’s laugh and Sammi’s babbling and Jyn’s tender welcome, this, standing here in front of them and watching, is enough for now.

He doesn’t move for so long that Jyn peeks an eye open, her voice quiet and sleepy. “Are you getting in or not?”

She’s awake, of course she is. His arrival had woken her because no matter how many years pass, they would always be the people who catalog every exit route when entering a new location and wake to the tiniest of noises in the middle of the night. Sleeping through a stranger entering your home is the kind of mistake that gets you killed, and he knows they would both sooner die than let anything happen to their kids.

They’re still so young and innocent, knowing nothing of fear and pain and hunger, living the kind of childhood they deserve to have. At Lu’s age, he was already an orphan, and Jyn was already on the run with her parents. But their kids will never experience that kind of desolation, and he’d fight another war, sacrifice his life and soul just to keep it that way.

All those years he spent giving away tiny pieces of himself for the cause, all those times he nearly lost hope, unsure of what they were fighting for… This is it. The peace he feels when looking at his family. The future he can give to his children who will grow up better than they did. It was worth every injury, every loss, every atrocity he committed. It was worth the lifetime of sorrow he’d lived just to get here.

“Yeah, in a moment,” he tells Jyn, mirroring her tone. There’s just enough space for him between the three of them. It’ll be a tight fit, but he doesn’t mind. “I’ll take a quick shower and get changed.”

“Okay.” Jyn’s eyes flutter close again, adjusting her grip on Sammi. Her voice is nothing more than a quiet sigh when she says, “Welcome home, Cass.”

[thecleverqueer]

Random thoughts during The Star Wars Holiday Special:

*Oh shit! They’re interrupting the Incredible Hulk for this!

*What’s immediately lovely about this is the fact that it wasn’t digitally remastered… It’s in the same awful formatting that it was presented in originally in the 1970s…because Lucas tried to bury it and failed. It’s still available on YouTube.

*Chewbacca has a family… a wife (named Malla), a son (named Lumpy) and a father (named Itchy). They have green shag carpet in their tree house on Kashyyyk. They’re not at all as well put together as Chewbacca. The father looks like he was done up on a very tight budget. Though Malla looks like she uses a great Wookiee conditioner. There are no subtitles, so I have no idea WTF is going on.

*There’s a weird dance/ acrobatics/ juggling sequence on a holo-table. It’s got Lumpy all hella excited, but then he whines annoyingly when it’s over… Like, very, VERY annoyingly.

*Luke is wearing those fierce black boots that he wears in The Return of the Jedi. Fierce.

*The Wookiees are placing desperate calls on a machine that is making Galaga noises. Hopefully, they’re not using the fulcrum sub-space frequency?

*There is an imperial officer with a pornstache in this shop run by Art Carney… and he hands him a cube with… beta fish in it? Because Wookiees like them? Also, Carney’s puns… awful… absolutely awful.

*Is this… A drag queen cooking show? Making a bantha roast? In 1978? How many arms does she have? OMG! This is bananas!

*Then, it violently shifts into an epic space battle between the Millennium Falcon and an Imperial convoy…on Life Day. Fascists just don’t break.

*Art Carney just straight up drugs Chewbacca’s dad…. Like he goes on a kaleidoscopic acid trip that kind of turns into wet dream with some ASMR/ musical number with Diahann Carole. This is so WTF? Seriously. I’m not high enough for this.

*Holy shit! Carrie Fisher is drunk AF!! It’s like she read the script and was like “F*^% it”… and just went with it. She’s literally stumbling. On god.

*What in the hell is a Wookiee-ookie?

*The Fascists have come crashing into the Wookiee crib to ruin Christmas.

*Wait, wait, wait…. It’s Jefferson Starship in a box?! And, the fascist officer loves it! I’m not even sure I’ve ever heard this song before. What? Is? This??

*Lemme stop right now and say this is NOT something one should watch sober. Not at all…

*Now there’s a cartoon. Luke is flying around in a Y-wing… which is weird. Chewbacca runs the Millennium Falcon into an ocean of strawberry jam. There’s a Loch Ness monster being ridden by Boba Fett? Why are C-3PO’s eyes blinking?

*Oh! This is the Boba Fett Cartoon.

*Wait, wait… wait, “Star-log update:” WTF!!!? This is STAR WARS, not STAR TREK! I’m so confused.

*Luke and Han Solo are hanging up-side down for some reason. Boba Fett is working with Vader. No surprise. Okay. Turns out, Chewbacca knew… apparently Boba Fett smells bad. “Star-log 3241”… this is Star Wars, right? …um, right!?!

*Back to the fascists destroying the Wookiee house. They tore the head off the bantha plushie. Sorry bastards!

*I’m trying to figure out this Harvey Korman bit. Is he an android? Or… is this supposed to be funny? What am I supposed to be feeling while watching this?

*Ha ha ha!!! They’re shitting on Tatooine! They’re calling it a shit hole where no one wants to live! I told you! I’ve told you all this before!

*They do have some hella jiving Bith Bands on Tatooine though. Say what you will about the thuggery and villainy and downright scumbaggery, but those bands jam, man.

*Bea Arthur is running a cantina on Tatooine. And, apparently, she’s, uh, fallen victim to a simp? He drinks from a volcanic hole on the top of his head. I’m too sober for this.

*Does Bea Arthur have a Pantoran bouncer!?! OMG!

*Oh no. It’s a Bea Arthur musical number. She’s singing. I repeat, she’s singing. She’s giving everyone in the bar a round on the house. Oh. No. And, Holy balls! There’s a giant chinchilla in the corner of this cantina! Jesus Christ!

*Chewy and Han made it home. There’s a weird affectionate sequence. Now they’re getting these clear balls with lights in them. What’s happening?

*Now they’re all in red robes walking across the Galaxy into a Star or some shit… or maybe they’re in a Wookiee church? I genuinely have no clue what’s going on.

*R2 and C-3PO show up out of nowhere… no wait, Luke, Leia and Han are there at the Wookiee church!

*Leia is giving a drunken speech about fighting fascism and darkness this holiday season! Hell yeah! Every holiday season! F*^% fascists! F*^% the Empire!

*Um. Another musical number… I didn’t know Carrie Fisher sang, but here we are. There she is drunkenly hugging Chewbacca.

*Chewy is reliving “A New Hope” in his mind to the music that they play at the ending where they basically screwed him out of his medal.

*Now they’re eating a meal, and saying a Wookiee prayer? Who TF do the Wookiees pray to!? Why must all galaxies be tainted with evangelical religions? How did their tentacles reach so goddamned far!? Dammit, man. This is why no one in the galaxy far, far away can be gay! It’s taboo there too!

*Okay. Holy shit. It’s over. I’ve never watched it all the way through, but it’s bad. Bad, bad, like uncomfortable, watching a slow moving train wreck bad, like a venereal disease on Lucas’s legacy bad because it will never go away.

*But yeah, if you haven’t seen it… go… watch it. You cannot call yourself a true Star Wars fan until you have.

[azertyrobaz]

Comfortember 2022 - Alt. Prompt#4: Plushies

The first plushie he received – the first one he could remember at least – came from Sorgan. It was soft and made of pretty green and blue felt. For a long time, it would be the only one he had, and Grogu treasured it. The shape kind of reminded him of his dad, although it didn’t have a helmet of course, but he liked to pretend anyway.

The second and third were from Greef. One which he thought looked exactly like the man himself, with a medal and nice red robes, but what he liked the most about it was the cape. The other made him feel a bit sad, but he still accepted gratefully: it was a figurine of the droid who’d saved him the last time they’d been on the planet, IG-11. He’d even seen a statue of him in the middle of the city.

The fourth came from Ahsoka, and it scared him a little at the beginning, because the first time he’d encountered a loth-cat, the animal hadn’t seemed to like him much. In plushie form though, it was adorable, and he loved playing with its ears especially, as they were the softest.

Sadly, he then lost all his toys when he got separated from his dad, who later told him that everything was destroyed in the explosion, but at least his ball survived, so that was alright. Before they were reunited, Master Luke got him some new toys, too. There were no pretty animals or any plushies that looked like his dad, so he only kept one: a figurine of a pilot with a cool orange jacket and a nice helmet.

On Tatooine, he got plenty of gifts, and he had a hard time fitting them all in their new ship afterwards. A bantha plushie that was almost as big as him from his dad. A rancor figurine that Boba had especially made for him. And perhaps best of all, access to Peli’s workshop, where he claimed colorful wires, rusty bolts and old swatches of fabric for himself. She gave him free reign to build his own toy. No matter how hard he tried though, he never managed to make it look right.

When they settled with his dad’s tribe, it meant they finally had a small place to themselves, which was much bigger than their ship. And there he was allowed to collect more toys and plushies. Like Peli, the Armorer sometimes let him play with her tools, but under very strict supervision. He thought he would finally be able to build what he wanted, but his small hands weren’t very efficient for manual work, and he grew frustrated fast.

And then, one day, after he returned from visiting Bo-Katan with his dad, he found a gift waiting for him on his bed. It was wrapped in a pretty red fabric with a neat bow. With an excited coo, he suddenly remembered that his shiny Beskar shirt had come in a similar fashion, and he relished the opportunity to be allowed to unwrap this gift himself.

What he found inside stopped him still. It was as if someone had read his mind. It was everything he’d ever wanted. The most perfect plushie, made of soft black and brown fabric, with shiny armor pieces. And it had a cape! Yellow gloves with blue arrows! A helmet!

“Looks like she finally finished it,” his dad chuckled behind him. “You should run to the armory to thank her.”

Grogu nodded. Yes, he would do just that. But first, he would hug his new toy for a little longer.

[irrfahrer]

🐎 ---- How strong is your muse? Could they fight someone with a stronger skillset than them?

Animal Themed Headcanon Prompts !

One of Zivs greatest strenghts is that she is simply who she is: Ziv, the Tynnan. She has the natural inhuman strenght, endurance and stamina of her species which features she even enhanced by the training she had recieved as a Youngling in the Temple and later continues to train. Not mentioning her brain is wired not on "oH DANGER; I better run away and hide", but her stoneage brains first instinct is : "I AM GONNA TAKE YOU WITHME MOTHERKRIFFER". So against opponents stronger than her, she also has the crackhead determination of a sentient Mustelidae. In the same manner she fires on her metabolism brutally by abusing herbs which make her regulary just drop from complete exhaustion when her body eventually just gives in. Ziv is trained to be strong, Ziv is trained to be durable, Ziv is trained to be fast. And she is. For a Tynnan. Which means that she is still a 120 cm tall fluff with a weight of 45 kg musclemass who could benchpress a Bantha but could also be easy plugged under a grown humanoids arm and carried around like a plushie. If that Human has a deathwish, that is. So compared to a human Ziv is very strong, but compared to a whipid she is literally just a football they could kick away when she is annoying.

However, while Ziv is physically very strong she is also someone trained for combat, so she is very much also able to go toe to toe with someone who is physically stronger than her.

[frostbitebakery]

“I will find everything you love and bring it back in pieces,” Obi-Wan growls, “until there’s nothing left of you.” The vocoder substituting his voice is jarring to his own ears. His skin breaks away from his body, it feels like. He doesn’t want to hear a voice coming from himself anymore. Not distorted like this, not that changed and wrong. He cannot do this for long or he’ll go places he, on the worst days after, hadn’t wanted to come back from.

But it’s effective at least.

Quin is pulling at his arm, trying to get him away from the head of the syndicate he’s got cornered in a purposefully dark corner. The Twilek had been very interested what’s hiding underneath the mask.

“Come on, dude,” Quin slurs incredibly realistically. “You already left nothing of his guards. Let him be.”

Obi-Wan puts more of his weight on the knee digging into the crime lord’s chest. “Now why should I do that. Any suggestions?”

“H-how about a— a deal?”

.

“I almost feel pity for him,” Quin comments, stretching like a Loth cat.

The warehouse with the hidden spice labs and more hidden, illegal transshipment point for droid parts is burning prettily. Too far away to warm them on this chilly night but it’s the thought that counts.

“For a second there, even I felt the slightest bit scared of you,” Quin continues and Obi-Wan makes sure he can see every second of his eye roll.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he signs. “I’m harmless as a baby bantha. You weren’t bad either.”

Quin twirls his hand in a theatrical thanks. “Always a pleasure working with you.” He gets up on his elbows, studies Obi-Wan for a long moment and Obi-Wan lets him. “Tell me what you need.”

“The intel delivered to Master Koon stat,” he signs but his shoulders creep ever closer to his ears while Quin’s sharp eyes expect better from him. “Mask off. Hug.” Short and to the point so he doesn’t lose momentum and cowers away from himself.

That his hands shake the slightest bit when the seals hiss open is between him and Quin’s chest. Calm and safe under the spread out robe hiding him, Quin’s stubbly chin poking the top of his head.

The mask comes off, the arms around him tighten, and perhaps he can skitter away from the welling panic. Breathing is hard, waves broken up by the rocks in his ruined throat, a shiver or the panic jerks at his shoulder, he should put on the mask again—

“Are you trying a new conditioner,” Quin asks, and now he can feel the nose rubbing along his hair. “Smells nice. A bit too flowery for my taste but to each their own, I’m always saying.”

“Don’t rub your snot into my hair,” he taps out on Quin’s chest, smiling against the chuckle rumbling through both of them.

“But it’s so soft, Obes! Like those new plushies they sell at the souvenir shops on Corrie.”

His friend drones on about haircare products until the mask seals around his face again.

“When’s your next appointment with the mind healers?” Quin asks while they’re sorting themselves out again.

Obi-Wan shrugs. With the war, everything is tight. From credits to time to personnel. He hasn’t even seen Master Che in person in months. “I’ll meditate with Mace,” he promises. Mace had offered and Obi-Wan may have jumped at the chance to meditate with him. He just hopes there’ll be time to do that.

“Say hello to Commander Cody from me while you’re there,” Quin adds with more cheek than Obi-Wan rightfully deserves.

The other one was getting long

“What do your gorgeous baby blues see?”

Obi-Wan lets his middle finger speak, earning a chuckle from Quin. “Target, two clicks east,” he signs quick and efficient with one hand. Cody has been showing him the shortcut hand signals the clones have adapted from military and basic sign language. Obi-Wan has, in turn, shown him what one can do with the other hand not occupied with signing.

It has been rather eye opening, over all, how the clones deal with their lot in life.

Their cruel, drenched in suffering life, Obi-Wan thinks, and the leather of his glove squeaks with how hard he’s gripping the edge of the roof.

“Credit for your thoughts.”

Obi-Wan shakes himself out his own mind, focuses back on their mission. “When we’re back on Coruscant,” he signs, is pleased with Quin raising curious brows, “I want you to ask Commander Fox if he’s inclined to share tea with you.”

A pebble floats up from the ground and nails Obi-Wan in the side of his head. “I don’t need you to be my wingman.”

“You need someone with more flirting expertise than I can possibly provide to be your wingman, my friend.” The empty huff of a chuckle escapes him when Quin turns into a cloud of indignation. “I want you to shake him for information. Something isn’t right.”

“Target’s moving, just like planned,” Quin murmurs, keen eyes following the spice dealer. “Can’t you fuck your own Commander for intel? I heard he’s got a great ass from all the droid kicking.”

“He’s very stubborn,” he replies, fiddling the data pad out of his satchel. “Commander Fox is,” he hesitates, which isn’t a planned move, but it’s got Quin’s full attention now, “closer to a source I want to tap.”

And he’s lost Quin’s attention just like that. “Could you stop spinning conspiracies about the Chancellor? He’s a kind old man, beloved by all, bla bla.”

“He’s a politician. And I still don’t know what happened to Anakin—“ Fierce, sweet boy, could definitely hurt a fly. Obi-Wan had been gone for a month and he had come back to Ani tossed and turned by dark falsehoods.

“Depa and the mind healers have done a good job with that kid.”

Still. Coming back to Coruscant after long stretches is like being slowly sniffed out in the Force. His jaw aches like it hasn’t in a decade. “Talk with Fox, please.”

Quin sighs, rolls his neck, and flicks his chin at their target. “Come on, a spice lab is waiting for us.”

Together they step over the ledge, wind and gravity grabbing at them for twenty stories before the Force catches them.

[absotivelyplushilutely]

Okay but, people, the Build a Bear Bantha??!!

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee they're so perfect, fuzzy and literally the size of my Fiancé's mum's Shihtzu hhhhhhhhhhhh and I got lucky and mine is PERFECTLY stuffed, so nice and cuddly and squidgy. Their name is Areali!

[intricatecakes]

@sendryl I didn't know these existed before today and now I have a mighty need

Target acquired

[pastafossa]

Flufftober 2021,  Day 17 - Domestic Fluff

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Ship: Din Djarin x Reader   Rating: SFW   Wordcount: 623 Warnings: None, you and Din doing your best to look after the gremlin.

“The loth-cat?”

“Eyes are too small,” Din said, his vocoder crackling with the weight of his mild concern. “He might choke if he chews them off. The bantha?”

“Eh.” You ran your finger over the material, wrinkling your nose in displeasure. “Gonna be hard to wash this fabric if he throws up blue cookies on it. That’s how we lost the last one. This tauntaun isn’t bad, though. It’s fluffy, but the screen says it’s easy to clean.” 

Din grunted agreeably, and you held the plush, googly-eyed tauntaun up to Grogu, currently sniffling in his father’s arms. “Hey, gremlin,” you murmured, letting your voice lilt into something apologetic and soothing. “I’m sorry we lost your little fathier, may he rest in peace. But how about this one? He’s pretty cute and fluffy.”

Grogu blinked his huge, watery eyes at you, his lower lip still trembling.

“I think that’s a no.”

Din’s helmet slowly tipped down until he could look at Grogu. “Sure, kid?”

The trembling of Grogu’s lower lip transitioned into an open-mouth expression, a tiny, high-pitched noise leaving him that meant he was about thirty seconds from a full-on cryfest that was liable to last for at least an hour.    

Shit. 

You frantically dug through the shelf, knocking and shoving aside plushies in search of a new toy. Din did the same with the higher shelves, the two of you offering up toys in rapid succession. 

Porg? No.

Krayt dragon? No. 

Dewback? No. 

“There’s nothing else on the top shelf,” Din growled. “Tell me you’ve got something.”

“I’m trying, I’m trying,” you groaned, your upper half buried between two shelves as you dug around in the dark for a new toy. Grogu’s tiny cry had progressed to a low wail, well on its way to an absolute monster of a fit, big fat tears already sliding down his face, his tiny chest hiccuping between each wail. “Stars, you’d think it would be easier to find a fucking fathier, but no, nothing but porgs. He’s never going to fall asleep tonight. Wait, hang on…”

Your hand brushed up against something new, something different. The shape wasn’t like any of the plush toys you’d pulled out so far and you slowly drew it out, turning to hold it up to the light. 

Then you stared… as the crying stopped, Grogu fixating on the big, chunky round shape in your hand. 

“No,” Din said firmly as you brought it closer. “Absolutely not.”

“He likes it.” You held your ground, waggling the creature around, bouncing it in front of Grogu temptingly. Grogu slowly reached out a tiny hand, still sniffling. “He can cuddle with it. Its eyes are the right size, it’s washable. It’s clearly his pick. What’s the issue?”

“The issue is I hate them.” 

“You really gonna turn your son down? Look at his little face. Look, Mando.” You pointed, but Din steadfastly kept his helmet turned up even as Grogu whined. “Look at him, Mando.” 

There was a long silence before Din finally looked down at Grogu, who’d begun to squirm and make grabby hands.

There was no fighting it. You and him both knew he had a weak spot when his son wanted something. At last, he grunted in agreement, and you offered the plush to Grogu. The kid took it with a tiny sniffle, holding it tight and mashing his face against it. You didn’t know why the blurrg could replace the fathier. They looked nothing alike beyond their color. But at least the kid was happy.  

And…

“You know there’s a saddle on that thing,” you said, your brows rising in delight as the wheels in your mind began to turn. “I could make a tiny Mandalorian being bucked off—”

“No.”

-x-

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[pinewae]

intragalactic reddit post: if dream has always controlled the force then why hasn't he just taken shots at vader already? isn't it his responsibility as a public figure to take initiative towards these things? i know he's already donated and voiced support to the rebel alliance and he's also just some youtuber but he needs to personally do more against the empire if he wants to earn our trust as fans.

intragalactic twitter post (posted 11 hours ago, 246k likes): [blurry photo of a blonde guy that hardly resembles dream chatting to a stormtrooper on local patrol] no way i just spotted dream saluting to this stormtrooper saying "long live the empire" bro fuck this guy 💀

intragalactic twitter thread (dteam stans dni): okay so can we finally talk about how cc dream obviously used his sith mind control to will tommy into doing that awful lore finale?

intragalactic tumblr post: pictures of dream looking like a porg :3

intragalactic youtube comment: ddream please upload i miss you so much don't listen to the haters my mom said you look very handsome don't quit youtub e i named my bantha plushie george he can't wait for your next video love from Bespin💚💙

if we were in the star wars universe people would so accuse dream of supporting the galactic empire and aligning with imperialism and eventually it would come out that dream has force abilities and has been using them to help people or merely in self defense and his fans would be mad that he isn't a jedi and dream would have to be like "yeah guys i've always been able to control the force but for the safety of my family i can't join the rebel alliance, this was my own decision and i don't condone hate towards any rebel forces" and then antis on intragalactic twitter would create conspiracy theories about him having dark side tendencies and they would call dream stans sith apologists. and patches would be an astromech droid

[reluctant-mandalore]

Not to be weird but I honestly think Boba would love my Bantha plushie. Like I think if you gave him a Bantha plushie he’d be floored and super happy with it.