#ronto wrap

[kissingarthurclaus]

Brea likes to cheer Kepler up whenever she can with real food instead of the ration bars the republic supplies them with on long missions. His favorite are ronto wraps whenever they visit Batuu! 🌭🌭

[monogramsalarm]

various foods i had on my trip :3

[geek-life-or-bust]

Happy Star Wars Day everyone!

Dancing like an idiot to a Star Wars parody of 'We Didnt Start the Fire' while cooking ronto wraps and rice while my amazing wife sits by me at the table reading her book progress off to our friend lol. A good mid-end to Star Wars Day if I say so myself. After dinner, I'll be making a Star Wars themed cake. Probably gonna chill for a little bit later on tonight and play some Tales from the Galaxy's Edge on my Oculus. I'll post a pic of the cake when its done. I think I'm most excited about making the cake because my wife may not like Star Wars, but she and I do love baking together and it makes me happy that she's willing to partake in celebrating with me in that way. ❤

[qvnthesia]

Another You (.02)

an anakin skywalker/jedi consular!reader fic set during the clone wars

the pitch: best friends with anakin since he had joined the jedi order, you hadn’t expected to catch feelings for him, not that hard, at least. his intentions were clear — his heart already enraptured by the nubian senator, leaving you to ruminate about the prospect of letting go of not just him, but maybe everything. until another anakin shows up, and your — your universe’s anakin starts behaving strangely.

A/N: happy birthday, @kaizsche! i hope you enjoy this update!! a note to all readers — there’s no y/n here, the reader’s nickname for the fic is sky. happy reading!

part two— you're not helping.

word count: 7,042

part one | two (here) | ....

Simply put, Aayla Secura was enjoying this. Restraining herself with absolute failure from bursting into fits of laughter, Aayla watched as even the most experienced of Jedi masters drop their caf or just stare with their jaws dropped, t h u n d e r s t r u c k, at Anakin and his double — the long-haired Anakin — walking side-by-side with Master Kenobi being the only one who separated Anakin from thoroughly sizing up his copy, who simply viewed his new-found sights with a twinkling gaze and an even more unbothered attitude.

“Is it just me—” Aayla leans next to your figure, her eyes fixated on the live footage from the Jedi Temple’s security feed. “—or is our new guest having a wind machine around him? Because you humans could take some hair care tips from him.”

You scowl, elbows propped up on the desk, as you watch the footage behind your intertwined fingers held together as tightly as your frown.

“Relax, Sky,” Aayla props an elbow on your stiff shoulder, “He gives off a good vibe. And plus, he’s definitely more attractive than—”

“Aayla!”

The agile Twi’lek proves herself as one of the best the Jedi Order has to offer as she flicks on the live footage faster than your attempts to take it away from her.

“Mon amie, this is literally out of a holo drama!” she giggles, switching off the footage under your sharp gaze. “It’s a sign from the Force itself to take your leap and get your man, or in this case, one version of the man!”

“Aayla, he belongs to another universe—”

“And you’re saying you haven’t been attracted to him?”

You freeze, and Aayla smiles.

Twi’leks weren’t humans, but were sure as hell kriffing good with their senses, so Aayla knew you were lying, and how much she was going to enjoy the day ahead.

Maker, why did I go for this job?

You silenced your mind — there’s a member of the kriffing Jedi Council in the same room as you and you’d feel much more comfortable knowing Master Kenobi had a visual on his enemies rather than the six hundred scenarios of you and Anakin in your mind.

Instead, you focused on your datapad, tapping on six different squares as Anakin answered your questions.

“—Anakin Skywalker, Jedi Knight, aged twenty-one Galactic Standard. Commanding officer of the Five Hundred and First Legion—”

“Currently on leave,” Master Kenobi remarked, stroking his beard.

“Yeah, but still, Obi-Wan, come on—”

“You’re really Anakin?”

You perked up at Ahsoka’s voice, who munched on a ronto wrap while perched on one of the desks.

“Yes,” the long-haired Anakin hummed. You’ve lost count at how many times Ahsoka has asked the question, and you’re pretty sure Master Kenobi, Rex and Cody have the same question swimming their head since yesterday. It’s only the constant patience that has persevered through the Order’s new guest that sets a guilty fire ablaze within your body — and it’s definitely from the way his voice never even fluctuates, just stays the smooth baritone, lower than the usual. It’s the same tone that your Anakin’s voice always has when he woke up to you working again late in the night, or he just strolled into your quarters wearing nothing but shorts and pressed himself against your back, his toned frame somehow slotting perfectly against your edges.

“But…” she tilted her head, her lekku twitching. “You look so mature.”

“Snips!” barked Anakin, shooting a sharp scowl toward Master Kenobi’s hacking laughter. Ahsoka shrugged, stuffing herself with more of her ronto wrap. Anakin’s long-haired copy softly pressed his twitching lips together. He caught your lingering gaze, and spread his lips into a smile, one that crinkled the edges of his twinkling eyes.

“How long is this going to take again?”

You snapped to a stiff, attentive posture as Anakin cleared his throat.

Master Kenobi sighed again. “Anakin, you must be patient—”

“—farmboy here smells like weed—”

“Anakin!”

“He’s not wrong.”

Anakin and Master Kenobi’s bickering ceases.

“What do you mean?”

He turns to you, and you internally slap yourself for suddenly becoming his center of attention. Not such a bad idea, but then—

“Are you…” Master Kenobi finds his voice again, bringing you back to the room again. “Are you not a Jedi, Anakin?”

There’s a slight crack in Master Kenobi’s voice, one that propels Ahsoka to stand next to him. The long-haired Anakin surveys the both of them, eyes softly squinted deep in thought, possibly pondering on how to break this brand new piece of information to a suddenly very fragile-looking old man and a dispirited young teenager.

The long-haired Anakin exhales. “I’m Anakin Skywalker, aged twenty-one Galactic Standard. I left the Jedi Order after I turned nineteen, and I’m a farmer—well, part-time mechanic, on Naboo.”

Your eyes widen, exchanging a surprised glance with Aayla.

“Master Kenobi, are you sure none of us are high?”

“Padawan,” chastised the Jedi, his shock secured tightly behind his shields. “I apologise, Anakin—I mean—”

“It’s alright, Obi-Wan.”

The long-haired Anakin waved his hands, and Obi-Wan visibly stiffens at the use of his name by a version of Anakin he should know but he doesn’t.

“You did train me, but I…” he scratched the back of his head, showing all teeth with a gentle, sheepish smile. “Things happened, and I made the choice to leave.”

You swore he looked at you; you were always looking at Anakin for some maker-forsaken reason or the other.

“And the war?”

Anakin turns to Cody and Rex, their military etiquette all thrown out the window.

“What war?”

The floor practically shifts with a lurch from the Force.

“You… you don’t have a war? The Clone Wars?”

He turns to you, and the world melts away as you look up at him, datapad clutched to your chest as a shield from him and from your simmering desperation.

The long-haired Anakin — you should definitely give him a name aside from his long hair — has a piercing gaze, one your Anakin looked at you everytime you looked up at him, your chin pressed to his chest, his arms around your waist as his nose crinkled with every laugh shared between you two about the stupidity of the Separtists’ battle droids.

“From all that I’ve been privy to," he swallows, his sharp apple jutting out even more prominently that it did. “The galaxy isn’t having the, uh, Clone Wars. We do have clones, but they work with the Jedi and provide humanitarian aid.”

“Captain Rex and Commander Cody work under Obi-Wan, who took on a young Togruta as his new padawan after I left,” he turns once again to Ahsoka, smiling. “I’m not General Skywalker, I’m just… Anakin.”

You blink, unable to process him. A part of you pushes that there’s a complete liar standing before you, a shapeshifter sent here to trick the Republic and distract the Consular who’s coincidentally working to counter their latest planet-killing superweapon. But the Anakin before you is as real as yours. He’s had a different life that you can’t help but wonder if you’re there—

“Hypothetically speaking—” coughs Rex. “Can I sign up for multiversal travel?”

“Rex!”

“I don’t like this.”

“More than sand?”

Anakin rolls his eyes at Padmé, who gives him a laugh as she continues to type her latest proposal behind her desk.

His lithe legs propped upon the corner of her desk, Anakin crosses his arms together, replaying the exact moment where he felt your Force signature spring alive when his double looked at you.

He’d never elicited a similar reaction from you when he was there. All those moments holding you close, regaling you in his tales until you succumbed to sleep, feeling your heart against his and wishing it were just like this for eternity. It was torture having to stay away from you, to be called time and again to this siege and that battle when all he wanted was to wake up next to you and live the life that other people did when they loved each other in a way he had loved you since the two of you were sixteen.

He even felt embarrassed to voice this in front of the Chancellor, who had suspiciously kept on pestering him to great lengths to enquire about the reason for his distraction. Clearly, he’d been sloppy — even Obi-Wan had managed to pick up his emotions in the heat of the battle. He’d decided to stay away from the Temple, show his ‘interest’ in politics so that such a slip wouldn’t occur again though, that your position as a Jedi wouldn’t be compromised by his misery. Though, he thinks to himself, the emergence of his double from another dimension spelled trouble for him in both Basic and Huttese.

Damn father, he grumbled to himself.

“If you keep having that stupid, angry look on your face, I’m afraid Sabé would be more than happy to throw you out of my office.”

Anakin sighed. “I’m sorry, it’s just—” he stood up from his seat, pacing. “She likes him more! That peaceful, farming version of me over… me.”

Padmé turned her attention away from the blue screen, sincere pity softly twisting her lips.

“And you’re here, out of all places.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I’m just saying,” she shrugged, her smile growing wider. “It’s a sign.”

Anakin hesitated, his stomach roiling with anxiety.

“Are you sure I should—?”

“If you don’t, I will.”

Anakin laughs. Hope blooming bright in his chest, he gives his childhood friend a grateful nod, and races out of the office.

Having receiving enough complaints about ‘seeing double’ of a certain Anakin Skywalker, Master Yoda explicitly commanded you to serve as the long-haired Anakin’s tour guide for the day, remarking a day away from the Temple ought to make him comfortable in his new universe — and reduce Master Windu’s migraines. Since you concomittantly had to visit the Senate Archives for business, you decided your new guest would accompany you to the prompt excursion to the laughing stock that was the Galaxy’s governing body.

Both of you had been loaned a speeder by the Jedi Council, to which the long-haired Anakin simply pointed a slender finger to a sleek, open-roofed speeder glinting under the spotlight of Coruscant’s artificial weather.

"That looks better, wouldn’t you think?” he grinned.

Maker, let the Force lend its might to you today to calm your fluttering heart. He wasn’t just glowing with happiness, you knew very well he was playing with you, and you’d be a fool to deny it wasn’t a good look on him.

So, with a begrudging sigh, you agreed, and headed straight for Dex’s Diner — an establishment he seemed quite familiar with.

“Ani!” Dex roared proudly, sweeping you and him in a hug before you even had a chance to look around for empty seats. “Look at how you’ve grown,” he said appraisingly as he drew back, “And what’s with the hair, eh? All dressed up for a date?”

“This—no—” you fervently shook your head, cheeks ablaze. “No, this isn’t a date—”

You glared pointedly at the long-haired Anakin — Ani — who softly cocked his brow. He seemed to decide with himself for a moment, and then spread his lips in a cocksure grin, the exact same your Anakin had in those holo-videos labelled ‘Hero with No Fear’ racking up views all over the galaxy.

“Last time I remember—”

He snakes his arm around your waist and pulls you next to his toned frame.

“—I did get a yes.”

“That was fun.”

Your disagreements lose to the quick beat of your heart, and you stab the scoopful of ice cream in your hands as you walk through the senate hallways. Leaving aside the fact that the trip to the archives was a monumental failure as you’d expected, you’d come as close as falling to the dark side to melt into a pool of a miserable puddle of your love and embarrassment.

“You’ll figure it out.”

You look up at him, realising the two of you have come to a stop in the middle of your footsteps.

“Whatever the enemy is planning, I’m sure you’ll foil their plans. I know it.”

He smiles, licking the ice cream off the corner of his lips and jutting the spoon in the air as if it were his lightsaber.

The confidence in his voice makes you wonder if he knew you. Not you, but a version of you in his universe.

What were you to this version of Anakin? Were you what Anakin was in your universe? The ‘Heroine with No Fear,’ or ‘The Jedi with No Fear,’ even if there was no war in his galaxy. Were you an acclaimed Jedi or a nobody from the backwater planet you belonged to?

Were you even someone he liked? With the manner you currently struggled to contain the depth of admiration you harboured for your Anakin, being lovers seemed out of the question. Were you at least his friend? Or, you gulped to yourself as your heart sunk low, were you dead?

“Consular Jedi.”

Your voice perked up at the entourage making way towards you, led by—

“Chancellor Palpatine!”

You offered the old man a short bow, which he returned to you with an amicable smile. His eyes roved over—

“Anakin, my dear boy,” his visage extended over to Ani; he let out a chuckle. “I must have caught you by surprise, son.”

You looked over to Ani, who had dropped his ice cream and the little wooden spoon on the floor, the hem of the Chancellor’s robes trailing with tiny chocolate chips.

He looked like a deer caught in the spotlight, except only a fool would describe him as a prey. No, he looked like the commander that Anakin always had been — alert, sharp, observant, and most of all, protective of his loved ones and his duty.

“Are you alright, my boy?”

The Chancellor’s eyes darted between the two of you, and you cleared your throat, wrapping your arm around Ani’s right one, shielding it entirely by your billowing robes.

“We were just coming back from the archives, Chancellor,” you cleared your throat. Feeling Ani tighten his grip around your arm, you continued. “Anakin thought to offer an extra set of hands in my search for a solution to the Separatists’ rumoured advantage.”

“Ah, of course,” the man nodded, interwining his bony fingers one over the other hand. “I must not hinder you, I suppose—Anakin, my boy, do come for a visit, will you? You seem to be avoiding me, though I now understand why.”

He shot a fatherly wink at Ani, who only seemed to stiffen even further, his arms balling into tight, iron-rod fists.

“Of course,” Ani found his voice, steel replacing his usual gentleness. “It was lovely meeting you but I’m afraid we must be on our way—”

Before you could even hear the old man’s professional toodle-oo, Ani simply tugged you by your arm and walked past the entourage, his long strides taking you to the far end of the Senate’s circular hallways within a blink of your eye. Reaching a destination guarateeing privacy, he looked around.

“Anakin, what—WHOA!”

You let out a grunt as your back slammed against the durasteel walls. He looks down at you, an apology flashing in his eyes, but the steel in his voice stops your protests.

“What the kark is that man doing here?”

Your eyebrows shoot up into your forehead, “What?”

You look at him through the Force; his sun is now an eclipse, shadowed by the foreboding storm and thunder.

“Anakin,” you gulp softly, gathering your courage, “He’s the Supreme Chancellor, what—what are you—”

You pause, your mind backpedalling to the events in your office.

“Things happened, and I made the choice to leave.”

He shifts in his feet just as your eyes widen.

“Sky.”

His arms wrap around your trembling figure, but you never leave his gaze.

“Sky, listen to me, it’s okay—”

“Why…” you cut in, failing to sound calm. “Why did you leave the Order?”

“Because I fulfilled my destiny.”

The storm within him dissolves with a wave of the seas within him. Your glare demands answers; his chest puts strain on the fibres of his beige shirt as he exhales sharply.

"I discovered the Sith that had been plaguing the Jedi and the Republic. It was…”

He lets out a bitter chuckle, the corners of his lips downturned.

“It was so ingenious, the way he had been doing it. Getting close to me ever since I was a child, preying on my fears, my insecurities. Deluding me into thinking I was going to be alone forever simply because I was different than the others, that I was born of no father and only a loving mother, that I was a child of the Force itself and as such, the Jedi viewed me as a threat.”

“But what he hadn’t seen coming, what even I hadn’t expected to gain was that I began to have people on my side. People who trained me and taught me that the Dark is never the option to take, because it takes and it takes from you and leaves you wanting more, it leaves you empty, as a shell of who you were. It leaves you alone and no one to go to. And I had people… people who pulled me back—”

He meets your gaze, blown open and vulnerable.

“—people who made me see reason, that my mind was being tipped in a direction that was not of my own making, but of the Sith who I had allowed to poison my mind since I was a child. Sky…”

He intakes a sharp breath.

“I am the Chosen One just as your Anakin is. And I did it. I fulfilled my destiny and stopped the return of the Sith.”

Ani holds your hands, pressing your palm to his chest. A tremor passes through your body, and he steadies your figure, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Please, you must believe me. I can sense you care deeply for my variant in this universe, and he is in grave danger, Sky.”

Your mind flashes back to one of Master Yoda’s classes, where he had droned in his wise way how the Force made itself known to warn its believers that life itself was in grave danger; it was a warning, a shadow, an event, something or the other that shook the defenders into of their senses and prompted them to act for the betterment of the survival of the Galaxy — and for your own good.

You had felt the Force the first time when Master Windu had arrived to your village years ago, offering his hand to enter the world of the Jedi. The Force had given a warm nudge for you to take his hand and take the chance; you had taken it.

You had felt the Force the second time when you met Anakin Skywalker, nine years old, young and shy, and terribly homesick for the embrace of his mother’s arms. The Force had giggled, and you had decided, fate or not, that you would bring a smile to his forlorn face.

You had felt the Force the third time when you were on Geonosis, standing the arena with your master, saber ignited as Anakin let out a joyous cheer, joining you back-to-back as you both tore through droid after droid in the relentless carnage. The Force, triumphant, had melded the two of you as one machine, as one competently-built Corellian freighter tearing apart the enemy.

The present moment is when you feel the Force again, screaming. You see death and blood, corpses of younglings and clone soldiers strewn on the floors of the Jedi Temple. But Anakin’s there, and you see hope, you see a future with laughing children and the galaxy, alive than you’ve ever felt it to be.

The Force holds its breath, and despite what the Jedi Code said, you’ve never chosen to ignore life.

You steel yourself and look up at him, determined.

“I believe you.”

His gaze widens, and the temperature around you shoots up, charged.

But it isn’t coming from the Anakin front of you, rather from a few feet away from the both of you.

You meet the dark look on your Anakin’s face, his armor glinting in the pale, sterile Coruscanti sunlight.

You haven’t even blinked, but he’s next to you in mere six steps, Ani’s hurling toward the ground, and you’re in Anakin’s arms, warm, cold, safe and scared.

“Anakin.”

He looks down at you, and he melts.

“It’s okay, he wasn’t doing anything wrong.”

You turn to Ani, who’s now on his feet, his stance as same as your Anakin.

“We need to leave,” he states to his armoured copy, stark.

“He’s right,” you turn back to Anakin, “We’re in danger, Anakin, the Chancellor is the Sith—”

“What?!”

He recoils, looking back and forth between him and you.

“Sky, he’s messing with you, don’t listen to him—”

“Are you serious?” scoffs Ani, balling his hands into tight fists.

“You’re the one to talk—”

The sky suddenly turns dark, lights blinking awake in the buildings outside. Clouds fog the tallest skyscrapers, crackling with blue lightning.

The floor beneath you trembles, and you look at the end of the hallway.

There’s a man in a dark robe that you could’ve mistaken for a statue. But his eyes are a burning yellow that remind you of the flames of your Master’s funeral pyre.

The hooded figure bristles, and you can feel his sickly smile on your skin, feel the two Anakins next to you tense as the cold finally settles on their shoulders.

The name shouldn’t click in your head, but it does.

“Sidious.”

Silence rings in your ears.

“On three,” whispers Ani.

His fingers grasp yours and, from the corner of your eyes, Anakin holds your left hand as delicate his shock and anger can allow his metal arm to be.

“One, two—”

You take toward the window. 

“—three.”

CRASH !

The air r i p s with a violent blue and purple, and glass tears at your clothes as the air whips at your face and you freefall against the cold steel and stabbing rain.

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to be continued...

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cross-posted on AO3

part one | two (here) | ....

[faivsz]

anakin eating a ronto morning wrap

[cacodaemonia]

Waxer/Boil rec list

I'm just copying this from a post I made in the Waxer*Boil community about a month ago:

Here are some recs from my recent(ish) bookmarks on AO3. I've listed eight of them, so I'm putting them all under a cut:

"Far Into the Night" by @lizardberries, rated T, Force-sensitive clones and hurt/comfort!

Summary: Putting his hands on either side of Boil’s face, Waxer leans their foreheads together, closes his eyes, and opens their connection even more. The emptiness flows into him, and Waxer braces himself against it, calling out for Boil through their link as loudly as he dares.

Boil doesn’t answer.

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"dropstone" by @theproblemwithstardust, rated T, huddling for warmth!

Summary: Boil is adjusting the wrap on his hiking pole when something hits his back with a soft fwump. He tenses, half expecting one of the planet’s large predators to break through the tree line. But instead of growling and heavy footfalls, there’s a quiet snicker and the telltale squeak of snowshoes.

Or, Waxer and Boil visit an ice planet

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"Friends Don't Set You On Fire" by @elismor, rated T, Corrie!Waxer and Boil!

Summary: Five times the massifs brought Corrie Waxer and Boil together (and one they did not)

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Everything Sings" by @aerjnn, rated M, meet-cute!

Summary: Boil lets himself into the room where a clone—not Wooley—is passed out fully clothed in Wooley’s bed and snoring like a ronto. This’ll be the sharpshooter's roommate, he guesses. Must’ve come back with the first wave. Boil sighs, tosses his jacket on the narrow bed, and heads back out onto the third floor landing. Leaning out over the little balcony to the courtyard, he breathes in deeply, filling his lungs with air that’s still warm in spite of the rain earlier. And still filled with possibility.

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"'Til the Sky Falls Down on Us" by @lizardberries, rated M, mission fic with a love confession!

Summary: This is a terrible time for this—they’re both cold and hurt and miserable, they’re fairly certain no rescue is coming for them, and they could be discovered by the enemy at any time. But when Boil thinks of the few moments after the grenade blast when Waxer wasn’t moving, when he couldn’t tell yet whether Waxer still had a pulse, it suddenly feels incredibly important—he doesn’t want to go out with anything unsaid between them. He doesn’t want to die without letting Waxer know how much he means to him.

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"Table Manners" by @petrifiedforests, rated T, vampires!

Summary: “Ah,” Waxer says, startled. “Uh hi! Are you Boil?” Boil nods and kind of awkwardly gestures to his comm. “If you have a bit, you signed up for, you know…” “Ohhhh, snack time. You’re hungry?” Waxer realizes, grinning when he sees Boil’s instinctual grimace at his phrasing.

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"Horticulture" by @valkeakuulas, rated E, tentacle smut!

Summary: Despite this having been his idea, Boil couldn’t help but feel a little nervous as he stared at the large, slowly swaying plant.

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"Three Long Summers Went By" by @bilbosmom-belladonna, rated G, flashbacks to the war and post-war happy ending!

Summary: At the table, Waxer was hovering over a pile of small tooka dolls. As Boil approached he picked one up and held it out. “Look at this!” he cried as he shook the purple and yellow doll. “It looks just like it!”

“Just like what?” Boil asked, glancing warily at the vendor who was eyeing them suspiciously, their head-tendrils waving in a menacing cloud around their head.

“Numa’s toy!” Waxer replied excitedly. “The one she had at her house. She had to leave it behind when the gutkurrs found us.” He gave the doll a little squeeze and it squeaked, just like Numa’s had. Waxer locked eyes with Boil, his face eager. “We have to get it.”

Boil raised an eyebrow. “Why would we do that?”

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Enjoy! :D

[doodlingfoolishness]

The Bad Batch visit Batuu for Ronto wraps, as a treat 🥹 Drawn on location in Disneyland today ❤️💀🖤

[wornouteggman]

X-Men go to Disneyland for the First Time

first post! tag along for more delusions, asks are always open -alex

Cyclops

not just the group dad or the paranoid leader but a secret, third, worse thing

this guy has a stomachache the whole day you can't convince me otherwise

has carrots in his backpack?! and trail mix?!

yeah laugh it up until you're standing in a disney line for 45 minutes and you start getting peckish- oh nowww you want to appreciate him

please do not put him on that stupid Pinocchio boat ride he will puke

gave everyone a map at the beginning of the day and is exceptionally stressed that he's the only one with one at the end of the day

Jean

half of her job is making sure Scott doesn't walk into a pole and the other half is making sure no one gets lost

SHE MAKES SURE EVERYONE HAS A "it's my first time" PIN

all the people around her is overwhelming- not just in a powers way but in a general sensory overload way

likes the classic stuff, loves the snow white ride

she's not too invested in things like disney but she likes doing the touristy stuff upfront (they're popular for a reason right?) which is why she's the first to buy a set of mickey(minnie?) ears

her favorite part of the day is watching the fireworks with Scott, letting herself get almost misty-eyed as she listens to the swell of music, Scott's arms wrapped around her securely

Storm

certified churro enjoyer

weirdly enough loves the dumbo ride?

"Ororo. You can literally fly why do we have to go on th-" "Party of six please"

get her ass away from star tours, she will have a panic attack

the one who pulls up games to play during wait times. she is comically bad at charades

likes the parade!! makes sure to have nice seats on the sidewalk to watch it happen!

a part of her inner child is healed going around disney enjoying the day with her weird mutant family

Rogue

she does a little dance in her seat at the end of the haunted mansion ride with all the partying ghosts (she gets excited to see which ghost is hitchhiking with her) (she loudly whispers the entire intro to the haunted mansion word for word to gambit every time they go on it

her and jean are the only ones to get mickey ears, Rogue going for one of the dessert-related ones (I'm going to project a little bit and say she gets the churro ears)

takes photos with every single character she sees

silly photos with gambit in front of the disney castle

incredibly cranky when it comes to long lines!! her and scott teaming up and eating trail mix from his bag from boredom (Scott picks out the m&ms and gives them to her while he eats all the nuts and granola)

Gambit

HIS FAVORITE RIDE IS INDIANA JONES IDCIDC

okay him and Rogue would have way more fun in california adventure but I fucked myself over and wrote Disneyland so now I have to suffer the consequences of my actions

he's sooo pretentious about the quality of the beignets

competitive teacup ride, him and rogue are teacup spinners

he really likes Batuu and the star wars stuff in general, I can see him liking the ronto wraps

HATES the millennium falcon ride if he's not the pilot. will skulk.

#stealfromcorporations

a little sizeable pang of homesickness in the chest as he walks through the New Orleans Square, which is specifically modelled after the french quarter

Logan

free him from this hell

"oh but he secretly enjoys-" no he doesn't.

barely made it past security, as the... you know... adamantium fused to his bones make the sensors go off

jean steps in and says he's got several joint replacements. it's humiliating (for him)

I get the vibe that he's scared of the peter pan ride when you're in the ship "flying"

bristles like a cat tbh

once he's sat at the hungry bear restaurant chowing down on a burger he calms down a little

complains about the california heat incessantly

would rather die than admit that a part of him looks at the families on the carousel and gets deeply sad❗️

[simslegacy5083]

Not So Berry (Straud Descendants) Gen 9

Today's (9/11/2024) Episode: Cantina Memories

After a hard day’s “espionage” the newlyweds found their way to the theme park’s Cantina for a drink in memory of Luigi’s dearly departed uncle.

“Its so weird being back here as a guest” Luigi said as he led Noemi into the familiar establishment. “I wonder if anyone I worked with is still around.”

“Luigi!” a friendly voice answered his question. Ralla came around from behind the bar, wearing a familiar cantina uniform. “How long has it been?” He couldn’t help but return a rueful smile – of course they’d run into his old flame.

“Honey” he joked, “Meet your new best friend,” chuckling at the confusion this comment prompted on the faces of both ladies in question.

“It’s a long story” he continued as the bartender began mixing them some drinks. “Noemi, you remember I told you about Ralla? My favorite co-worker from back in the day. Ralla, Noemi and I are here celebrating…” he started, but got no further.

“Your Honeymoon!” she smiled, laughing at his surprised gasp as she pushed the first drink towards Noemi. “It’s not Force Vision, your Uncle Paul kept me up to date on your exploits and prepared a list of drinks that should meet with the approval of your lovely lady… and your doctors.”

At the look of grief that passed over his face, she nodded. “He predicted that the last time he was here. I guess his timing was spot on, then. He was a regular, and a friend who will be missed.” She started mixing another cocktail. “How does a skinny jet juice with a splash of green milk sound to you, Lu?”

“Sounds like old times!” he replied. “You know how much I like that combo. I can’t regret my new career and family, but I sure do miss the taps here.”

“Yeah, good luck finding these trademarked ingredients in any normal bar” she said, winking at Noemi. “Did he tell you about the one night we had nothing but virgin drinks to dispense because the previous shift quit and took almost all the spirits with them on the way out?”

Noemi smiled shyly. “Lu’s told me a few stories of the fun times you guys had during his internship, but he didn’t mention that one.” She was secretly feeling left out by all the talk of past events she hadn’t shared but was doing her best not to be jealous.

Her cloudy drink and some more small talk eventually made her a little more comfortable. When the bar began to get busy, she and Luigi stood up and left a tip for his old friend. Ralla waved at them as the pair headed out: “It was great seeing you – make sure to come see me again before you go!”

Walking hand in hand through the cool night, Noemi smelled something tasty, and the pair stopped to order a Ronto wrap for dinner.

“OK, tell me who Ralla was to you again?” she asked as they found a table. “She seemed to be trying to emphasize your time working together, but it felt like maybe you two were more than friends? It's been such a long time since we’ve talked about other relationships from our past.”

“Yes, we dated briefly.” he confirmed. “I liked her, but she and I really weren’t on the same wavelength, nothing like me and you.” he reached out and gave her hand a gentle squeeze, smiling softly.

“Wavelength? Is that what the kids are calling it these days?” Noemi grinned. “My friend Kenzie told me you’d be a perfect distraction from my “situation” with Kiana when she saw me checking you out that time Professor Silva invited us to observe the team in action. She practically dragged me to your station and bet me 10 simoleons I wouldn’t have the courage to talk to you. If you hadn’t looked so cute mansplaining computers to the robotics team she might have won!”

“Remind me to buy that girl something nice from the giftshop” Luigi replied “I owe her big time. Now if you’re done eating, I’m ready to take you back to the hotel and remind you just how compatible we are.”

“That sounds perfect” she said, rising to follow him to The Dwelling, giving his cheek a big pinch just as they passed a patrol.

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[burnwater13]

Moff Gideon holds the Darksaber over Grogu's head, while Din Djarin (out of frame) looks on. Image from The Mandalorian, Season 2, Episode 8, Redemption. Calendar by DateWorks.

What Do You Know?

Grogu supposed the Mandalorian thought he was afraid. Moff Gideon was standing right there holding the energized Darksaber right over his head. It probably looked scary. It definitely sounded scary. But Grogu knew something that Moff Gideon didn’t know. He wasn’t afraid of lightsabers. Not even one being held over his head. After all, he could see it. He could sense it. It was real. Which meant it could be defeated.

That was one of the first lessons younglings were taught. How to recognize and guard against the improper use of a lightsaber. It made sense. The Jedi weapon was dangerous in ways that blasters and disruptors were not. They were personal weapons and that meant you would be fighting another person, not a droid or some automated defense system. That meant you could use knowledge to overcome skill. 

One of the first things you were taught during that lesson was that when a lightsaber was still, you didn’t have to move. You used that time to study your opponent. What did you have that they wanted? What did they have that you could use against them? Were there objects that you could hide behind or use as shields. Your first job was collect as much situational data as possible. It was always to your advantage.

One of the next things you were taught was if the blade was moving,  you could take action on the person holding it with a higher rate of success, then attacking the blade itself. Push their hand back toward them. Pull their feet out from under them. Use those objects you identified in that space to block them.

Grogu’s personal plan was to use the cape Moff Gideon wore to blind him, wrap him up like a ronto ration and then turn the dang thing off and slip out of the binders, if he had to. That’s right. If Grogu could use the Force to lift up a mudhorn, he could definitely lift up the cape, the Moff, and the lightsaber itself. The binders wouldn’t stop that from happening, but it was to Grogu’s benefit to let Moff Gideon think they would. Just like it was to Grogu’s benefit to let the Moff think he was all tired out from throwing those stormtroopers around. He wasn’t. He just wanted the ex-Imp Warlord to think he was. 

Of course a lot of those same lessons had applied to many of the people Grogu had to work with and through, including the Mandalorian. The bounty hunter had been mystified by the mudhorn, but not afraid. He’d been incapacitated during their initial fight with Moff Gideon on Nevarro, so he had no idea what Grogu had done to that stormtrooper or their flame thrower. But then neither had Moff Gideon. Maybe it was the shock trooper. Maybe it was the bounty guild leader knowing more about the building’s systems. Maybe it was the assassin droid. The point was to keep those ‘maybes’ playing out for as long as possible. Uncertainty could be your friend if you knew how to take advantage of it. 

On Gideon’s ship it hadn’t been easy to sit there while he and the  Mandalorian began to spar. Grogu still needed both men to think that he was defenseless. It would be harder for Grogu to fight Gideon directly if the Mandalorian was distracted by the change in their roles. He didn’t want his friend to fear him and be driven into that unpredictable panic that often gripped people who couldn’t believe their own eyes. 

Yes, he considered the Mandalorian his friend despite the fact that they were rarely in agreement on what steps to take next and how to effectuate the change they both wanted to see in the galaxy. The Mandalorian was trained to be a warrior and relied on that training not just on the battlefield but during the more mundane aspects of life as well. Which caused Grogu no end of irritation, annoyance, and trouble.

Grogu had been trained to be a diplomat and a defender of life while maintaining balance within the Force. It wasn’t easy and he hadn’t been able to finish his training thanks to the people who created the environment that allowed Moff Gideon to survive despite the end of the Empire. Grogu would rather understand the problem and find ways to resolve it peacefully and without the loss of additional lives. He’d learned from the Mandalorian that there were people you couldn’t negotiate with and sometimes you had to identify who should be brought in cold for the sake of all the other people being able to remain warm.

Which meant that Grogu couldn’t just settle down on Nevarro or Tatooine and pretend that everything was settled. He had to carry on with the work of the Jedi and if he had to do that, a Mandalorian made for an excellent, if unwitting, ally. They would find a way to work together. 

They both had to pay attention to what they saw, and felt, and learned. They couldn’t take anything for granted. They couldn’t assume and they couldn’t ignore. They had to put aside their own feelings and continue to do the work. It wasn’t easy and Grogu knew that he needed to the Force to be with him as much as the Mandalorian needed the strength of his Creed so they could both go the right way. The people of the galaxy were depending on them, whether they knew it or not.

[tolkienreader1996]

Polls already done: drink menu, appetizers, main courses

Please reblog so other people can order food

[veganfeast]

Plant Based Ronto Wrap

[mysimsloveaffair]

Mase, Dray, and I take Clementine’s advice for something good to eat for breakfast and try out Rontoless Ronto Wraps. I’m not sure what a Ronto Wrap is supposed to be, but it looks just like a taco. Other than that - it seems to be hyped up way too much. But our stomachs are full, and it’s time to check out the First Order District. 

[grapenehifics]

Making of Monday: Pick Up the Pieces chapter one

Easter eggs (honestly not that eggy but I don't know what else to call them):

Anakin's dialogue with the RX droid is straight out of Book of Boba Fett chapter 5, "The Return of the Mandalorian"

The RX droid himself is a character from the original Star Tours ride at Disneyland ("This is probably your first flight! And it's mine, too! Lightspeed to Endor!") Hence the joke about the RX series being intended as pilots rather than port security.

The public transportation vibes were also present in that same (Boba-Fett-less) episode, but the idea of there being a 'droid compartment' specifically I got from the Rebels episode "Droids in Distress", where Sabine fills in (purposefully badly) for C-3PO translating Aquilish to Basic.

'Ronto-less ronto wraps' is also a Disneyland joke! I swear I wasn't trying to make so many of these when I started the fic; they all just ended up clumped together in one chapter. They're the vegetarian version of a ronto wrap you can buy in Star Wars Land (I prefer it over the meat version, personally)

I'm actually not a huge fan of how much exposition ended up in this chapter. We cover Palpatine, the Tusken massacre, the Lars family, the year on the run...it's a lot of stuff for a roadtrip chapter. It all needed to happen, either to explain the basic premise of the fic and tie it to the story that came before it or to set things up for the future, but if I had it to do again I might have tried a little harder to break it up. Oh well. Absolutely none of it will come up in the next chapter, so you'll get a little break from the heavy stuff, haha.

Love how space journeys are always exactly as short or as long as the story needs them to be 💜

[star-whores69]

Decided to draw something featuring Gar and Malta and then my ADHD meds kicked it up a notch. Pictured here: Malta being unsure about the quality of the ingredients in this Ronto wrap while Gar literally could not care less

[sinisterexaggerator]

Okay, so I couldn't resist because that previous ask be too precious ;/////////////; More reactions pleeeease ♥

s/o being unreasonable jealous.

s/o giving silent treatment for no apparent reason

s/o craving for something that does not exist (HAHHA)

s/o breaking something super valuable to Shriv but by accident

s/o breaking something super valuable to Shriv for the second time but also by accident

s/o breaking something super valuable to Shriv for the third time but also by accident

s/o buying resource material/trying to secretly learn something of great interest to Shriv in secret but gets caught cause (1) s/o falls asleep with the book unhidden or (2) s/o indulging in conversation with Shriv with so much details

1) Relax, sweetheart. There’s plenty of me to go around. *Dodges pillow.* Oh, oh— that’s what you’re worried about, I see. It’s just one of those things humans say! *Dodges another pillow* No one in their right mind would want me any—uh. Wait, wait, hold on— I didn’t mean it like that! Oh, I’m definitely sleeping on the couch tonight, aren’t I.

2) *Clears throat awkwardly* So … nice weather we’re having… Did you see they’re serving Ronto Wraps in the dining hall? *Crickets* I hear Lando bought a new cape…That’s nothing new… *Drops to knees* What did I do?!?

3) You’re going to have to use your words, sweetheart.

No, different words.

4) That’s … fine. You know, I never really liked that thing, anyway.

5) Again, totally fine. Who needs it, right? *lip trembles*

6) Why are you doing this to me?!? Just tell me you hate me!

7) Well, well, well. Look who loves me.