#mj.chatter

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dinluke headcanon that din has a bunch of different capes that are all various shades of black/grey and changes them up depending on his moods and luke just casually becomes fluent in dins cape-speak without even realizing it like one day he and leia will be hanging out and din will walk by doing something else and luke will just be like ‘hmmm din didn’t sleep well last night’ and leia will be like ‘??? how the fuck do you know that he didn’t say anything’ and luke will say some shit about how ‘he’s wearing his anchor grey cape instead of his steel grey one duh’ and leia will just slow blink at him until luke has a crisis cause ohshit he’s in love with the mandalorian

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shot and wounded on the beaches of ticketmaster

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thinking about dinluke and just like… how intimate just sharing a bed is for them. cause like, on one hand you have luke who grew up an only child and was immediately thrown into wartime efforts the second he left home. going from a presumably single bed in the homestead to more single, cramped bunks on different rebel bases if he’s lucky, but just sleeping wherever he can, be it curled up on the deck of the falcon or sitting upright against a wall after a mission debrief- then later, on a small, lonely bed on yavin. and then on the other hand you have din, who grew up in the covert. surrounded by other foundlings we can presume he probably either shared a room with other kids or had one of his own, but for the sake of it im going with option one, where he grew up sharing a room and enjoying the comfort and security it brought to be surrounded by others after losing his family as a child. and then to grow up. titled beroya for his covert. but in doing so finds himself on the crest for months at a time, his sleeping quarters small and cramped and so so alone. and then im just thinking about when the two of them get together it’s this meeting of similar yet vastly different worlds where luke has never really known the act of sharing a bed or a room with anyone and din had been surrounded and comforted by closeness for his entire life but hasn’t been able to have that as an adult. they meet and it’s suddenly this great intimacy for the both of them to just lay together. sometimes touching, sometimes not, but their bed becomes a place for not just physically intimacy but for emotional. where they go to just spend time together and breathe in the grounding love of having someone there with you… yeah. been thinking about that.

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okay but you can’t tell me that at least one of the cantinas/saloons on tatooine didn’t have some kind of star wars equivalent of a mechanical bull (mechanical krayt dragon maybe??) and that my hickboy beloved luke skywalker wasn’t down there every weekend getting sloshed and absolutely rodeoing the shit outta that thing- like there is a plaque out there with his name on it for being the krayt dragon riding champion of mos eisley (you also can’t tell me that at some point he didn’t try to brag that fact up to din and din just laughed and was like ‘i kinda wrangled a real one once’ and that lukes head almost exploded from how hot that is)

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my brain is back and hard at work thinking about dinluke and the way they are perfect halves of the other - mirrors of each other's pain and struggles and wants and beliefs and steadfastness. how when din pushes, luke pulls. thinking about dinluke and the way in which they orbit each other - two stars drawn together in the vastness of space waiting to collide into something new and otherworldly. din and his steadfastness, hands made to fit in the spaces between luke's ribs. luke and his power, endless and all-consuming, his faith entrusted and whispered into the hollow spaces of din's skin. the spaces in which they allow themselves to cease being warriors for a moment, to lay down weapons and rest within the breath of someone who understands the dark that lurks at the edges of their lives but who chose to reach for hope regardless. dinluke and the endless pleasure of being known. thinkin' of them.

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okay but dinluke are absolutely that couple who whenever someone does or says some stupid shit they just give each other ‘The Look’ - like the ‘are you seeing what im seeing?’ look, and it’s always perfectly on time and in synch, like it doesn’t even matter that din has his helmet on, they’re just so on the exact same brainwave when they deal with bullshit that whenever something happens and luke looks over he can tell from the tilt of his head that din is looking back at him, in an equal amount of exasperation/judgement/disbelief as luke is- and i love that for them but like in all seriousness (and ive talked about this before) i think that’s what makes dinluke as a pairing so interesting and compelling- it’s because they are so compatible! it’s because they would be able to understand each other on such a deep level. their character parallels are so vastly similar yet different in a way that lends itself to creating this dynamic where you know these two characters would be able to speak without speaking- connect and read each other in a very intimate manner because they fully know how the other thinks- even in the ways where they differ and it’s so so fun to think about

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honestly before junior year i was just kind of a neutral fan of kristen but this season i am just going feral for her and this last ep especially just has me feeling gut-punched and physically ill like the way she clutches cassandras shards to her chest before turning to see tracker??? that subtle but so desperate act of needing comfort and strength from her god??? the way that ever since she lost cassandra she’s spared no moment to try and reach out to her. in the forest with the bodies of lucy and yolanda. in reaching for spells she does not have to try and help her friends. in praying anyway, even if she’s unsure if cassandra can hear her, asking for guidance. in calling her gods name in a world of crystalline rage and fire. in reaching out toward the mirror, trying yet again to make that connection, to place her hand against cassandras. each of these acts at once an act of faith and doubt. kristen is fighting her way back to the god she pushed away, having lost so much already, and in doing so is finding what it means to her to be a cleric, not what was forced upon her. and how despite it all she is still the most powerful and talented cleric of her time and i an uNWELL

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thinking about luke (again) and lately my mind keeps getting dragged back to the moment in a new hope when he comes back to find the homestead burned and owen and beru gone- and how in that moment there’s not this great exclamation of grief from luke, but just a single look of devastation on his face and that always sends me down a spiral about grief because yeah- grief can be like that, especially giant, all-consuming, world-altering grief. no screaming at the sky. no tears. just silence. shock. and after that luke gets up and goes on to save the galaxy. but what really stops me- what i really keep coming back to- is just thinking about afterwards, after the second death star gets destroyed- how there must have been a moment where he just went ‘oh’ because where was he to go then? because that’s one of the things i think is so easy to overlook, because unlike leia with alderaan and how overt and obvious it is she can never go home, with luke and tatooine its quieter, more like one of those awful revelations that unfurl in your belly- because he could go back, but what to? and i think it’s from such an awful moment that we get this beautiful nature from within luke of wanting to build a home for others with his school and there is something about that, that idea of him really getting to turn the worst moment and feeling in his life into a mission to help others, that once again just endears me to him so through how absolutely human he is and i will never stop talking about it

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back on my country boy luke bullshit because i will absolutely die on that hill and im just thinking about how luke grew up and how that boy surely has absolutely zero filter - like that kid was raised on a farm in the middle of nowhereville tatooine you cannot tell me he didn’t hear some of the most wild, blush-worthy and creative cuss words from both beru and owen- and like all there really was to do was hang out with the same three people so i just think luke is used to saying the most batshit things without a second thought cause really that’s just how a lot of small town/country kids are- so im just imagining luke catching people off guard by just having the filthiest mouth that they’ve ever heard, like he’s this poised, professional jedi but ever other word out of his mouth is a swear and if you have any length of conversation with him he’ll probably end up talking about his husband din and their son grogu and there will be at least one highly confusing farming analogy in there that he’ll have to poorly explain for the next forty minutes

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love media where the protagonist is being hunted by their creation. like oh yes this person/creature/thing you once cared for and cherished so deeply has been twisted into something so unrecognizable that now their only goal is to destroy you. be it either because of some choice or action or the protagonist made or because of an outside corrupting force or something else. they’re just different now. angry. and like good luck running because you taught them everything they know. they know all your tricks. all your moves. this beast is the one who once knew you best and now it’s out for blood.

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the thing i really love about dinluke is that yeah, the characters on a fundamental level work really well together because of their parallels with religion and their steadfast beliefs and how insanely powerful they both are in their own ways, but they are also the two most touch starved people i have ever seen - like warriors being soft and gentle with each other is one thing, but din and luke??? din and luke who have both tucked themselves away from the world, who have fought and clawed and killed for everything they have- din and luke who have both been, objectively, lonely people- finally giving in to the gentleness and care the other has to offer? oh. oh. i just keep thinking that it was first time they touch, no armour, no robes, just the softest, most innocent touch, where the resolve between them crumbled. both of them feeling that full-body, high energy feeling of someone else just touching you. shaking hands and hitching breaths. an all consuming feeling of comfort- of rightness- of allowing this person to give what has been denied. to wash the blood and dirt and pain away and see what’s underneath. beyond the helmet and beyond the titles. you cannot tell me that din and luke wouldn’t be the most tender with one another, seeking out touch at times for nothing more than reassurance. to feel that boundless connection that binds them together in the force, racing across their skin. allowing themselves to finally break from fighting, and rest instead.

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i feel so normal about him:)

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star wars and obi wan are so funny to me because imagine the weird, socially awkward younger brother that you raised suddenly turns evil and makes it his life’s goal to kill you like what the actual fuck is going on here

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absolutely love how din is that guy who insists on having his son there for all of his important business meetings

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the entirety of tumblr: *happily enjoying david tennant back as crowly*

me: *losing my shit over david tennant back as a grouchy old architect droid*