#luke skywalker is a massive twink

[thesmegalodon]

We here on tumblr want you to know that Lukas Skywalker is kind of a twink, do you agree?

is this even a question? everyone knows the first historical usage of the word “twink” was in 1974 when george lucas first conceptualized the character in the form of Luke Starkiller

[fanonical]

luke skywalker is a hero to twinks across the galaxy far far away, proving that even a prettyboy deep in the closet can blow up a massive ball

[watchriverdale]

you think it’s funny to call luke skywalker a twink on the internet but what you don’t know is that sixteen year old me is going to hear that without any context as to where the word comes from and sixteen year old me is going to play it in a family game of scrabble and then when faced with looks of confusion say out loud no i swear it is a word like i swear i’ve heard people call luke skywalker a twink. and then my thirteen year old brother is going to google it and with a massive grimace say oh it’s like a. a gay thing. for gay men. and i’m going to be forced to remember that moment every time someone calls luke skywalker a twink on the internet and thinks it’s funny

[generallynerdy]

Mir’sheb (Han Solo X Mando!Reader)

Summary: “It’s not fine! They just attacked you!” he screeched. Luke went silent when Han and the Mando shared an amused look. Clearly, he was missing something here. “You’ve never met a Mandalorian, have you?” asked the Mando, snorting.

Requested by Anon: Can I get Han Solo x fellow scoundrel reader? Just the two of them getting into trouble and being snarky with each other

Key: (h/c) - hair colour, (Y/N) - your name, Atin’ika - a pet name with the root Atin meaning stubborn and the suffix ‘ika meaning little, Kaysh mirsh solus - he’s an idiot (literally: his brain cell is lonely), Mir’sheb - smartass Warnings: i physically could not resist implying a future han/reader/luke situation sorry not sorry, cursing, mentions of imprisonment Word Count: 1,058

Note: i love love love the original trilogy characters i am BEGGING yall to request more of them when requests are open. I hope you don’t mind that i made the reader a mandalorian-- i’ve become o b s e s s e d with the culture and i thought it would be fun to play with a mando reader.

 "Han Solo, I'm gonna kick your ass--"

The second Luke heard the mutter come from the cell next to the one he and his companion were thrown into, he knew they were in for it. Han had enemies everywhere, he was slowly learning, but prisons happened to be one of the easiest places to find them.

"Kid," Han told him as the person in the other cell started shouting in another language, "it's fine. We're fine. Don't worry about it."

Luke worried about it.

Even when the cell door blew open ten minutes later, he worried about it. He only began to lose his mind when Han let out their cell neighbour, who was dressed head to toe in armour-- Mandalorian armour. Luke was going to kill Han.

Sure, their new friend seemed to be helping them escape, but the fact that they turned and hissed curses at Han that made Luke's falsely innocent ears turn red made him uneasy. Was this a Leia situation? Was the snark hiding the possibility of a decent friendship? Would the Mando turn on them the second they were safe?

Well. That answer came pretty quickly as soon as they ducked into the Falcon, Chewie at the wheel, and the Mando bashed their head against Han’s.

“Woah, woah, woah!” Luke cried breathlessly, rushing between them and tugging them apart.

Han shook off his dizziness and still tried to push Luke away. “Kid, it’s fine--”

“It’s not fine! They just attacked you!” he screeched.

Luke went silent when Han and the Mando shared an amused look. Clearly, he was missing something here.

“You’ve never met a Mandalorian, have you?” asked the Mando, snorting.

He crossed his arms. “I’ve met plenty of Mandalorians!”

“You can’t count Boba Fett, he was trying to kill you,” Han corrected immediately. 

He seemed to abandon the conversation, crossing the room, but it soon became clear he was actually pulling drinks out of his hidden stash. (“Hidden stash.” The only one who didn’t know it was there was R2 and that was because he had a habit of throwing bottles at people’s faces.) Meanwhile, his Mandalorian friend stepped away from Luke to lean against the wall.

“Do you wanna explain to the kid what you just did?” Han asked them, pouring three glasses, which did not go unnoticed by Luke.

The Mando snorted. “He’s your tag-along.”

“Hey now!” he protested almost mockingly before lifting his left wrist and tapping it. The dull thud that echoed from the piece of armor he wore under his sleeve almost abruptly reminded Luke of its existence. “That means he’s our tag-along.”

Luke gawked, realisation painting his features. He’d never understood the vambrace on Han’s left arm, much less why the man kept it covered at all times, but now it made complete sense. The piece was the same colour as the mysterious Mandalorian’s armour, now that he thought about it. The Mando had given it to him.

“I’m no expert in Mando, but--”

“Clearly,” Han snorted mid-sip of his own drink, but Luke ignored him.

“--isn’t that...kind of a big deal?”

The Mando gave a heaving laugh just as Han approached and handed them a full glass. An untouched one was shoved into Luke’s hands, but he barely noticed it.

“We’re married,” the Mando said almost nonchalantly.

Han lifted a protesting finger. “We are not married.”

“We’re not married,” they corrected. A pause. “Yet.”

Luke took a massive gulp of his drink, wincing at the burn and the snickers he got from both of them.

Just then, the Mando slipped their helmet off, revealing a head of mess (h/c) hair and sharp eyes that twinkled with mischief. They immediately moved to kiss Han’s cheek, earning a roll of his eyes and a minute shove.

“Atin’ika,” they muttered. “Who’s your new friend?”

“Luke Skywalker, (Y/N) (L/N),” Han introduced. “Sorry about Luke-- Kay-esh mirsh solus.”

(Y/N) glared at him. “It’s Kaysh.” He waved them off and they looked back at the poor former farmboy, who had the expression of a bantha in headlights. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too, I think,” he said hesitantly. He gestured between the two of them. “So, you two--?”

“Unfortunately,” (Y/N) drawled. Then, they grinned. “But it’s a pretty open thing, if you’re interested.”

Luke choked on his drink.

“Leave him alone, you menace,” Han scoffed, shoving his partner. “Go get that armor off, it’s a pain in the ass.”

(Y/N) rolled their eyes, but started walking off anyway. “I’m going, I’m going-- but don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it!”

Luke was just recovering from his coughing fit when Han sighed. “That’s what I get for bringing a twink on board. Ignore them.”

“How?” The ‘twink’ muttered.

A moment later, watching Han down his entire glass, Luke frowned.

“You knew you said the word wrong earlier, didn’t you?”

His friend grinned devilishly. “It annoys them-- can’t help it. They’re hilarious when they’re mad, you’ll see.”

“So you know Mando’a?” he asked, tilting his head.

“Eh.” He made a so-so motion. “Pick up a word here and there.”

Luke frowned when the Force rang false. “Hang on! You have a Mando’a dictionary in the ship's files-- I’ve seen it! You’re a filthy liar!”

Han hushed him immediately, glancing toward where (Y/N) disappeared. “That doesn’t exist, hear me?”

“Why wouldn’t you--?” he stopped. “Wait, that last page you viewed--”

Luke had seen the records. He went snooping around in Han’s stuff more than he’d like to admit, but he was sure the man knew about it. The last open section in the Mando’a dictionary had been under Resh: Riduurok. It was a love bond, a marriage agreement.

“Shhhhhhhhh,” Han hissed pointedly. “I’ll kill you.”

He couldn’t help but grin. “That’s so sweet. Han, why didn’t you tell anybody about them, huh?”

“I have a reputation and (Y/N) has a reputation,” he huffed. “Now shut up and finish that.”

Down the hall, (Y/N) grinned. Little did Han know, his beskar’gam was almost finished. Most of the pieces were done, except for the helmet, which had an unfinished design. It seemed ridiculous, forging him a set when he’d probably hardly ever wear it, but it meant a lot to (Y/N) that he would simply have it.

(Y/N) loved that mir’sheb.

River’s Tags: @hahaboop & @mystoragehatesme

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