#you place me on your shoulders so i can grab the stars ( han solo ; stillsolo )

[techniiciian]

📏 we've compared heights a thousand times but gimme the visual anyway. gimme vader + ani, matt, and han sandwiching luke (with love)

matt vc: we could be standing in order from tallest to shortest if SOME members of this family wouldn't bicker. looking at you gramps & dad! at least papa is the cutest we all gotta protect him, even though he could wipe the floor with all of us. . .

@skysaunter & @stillsolo

thank you for indulging me in my antics. i will never get over how tall everyone but luke is. i guess the tall gene really did skip a generation.

[techniiciian]

would a sanlo cook these bugs better? matt wonders to himself as he snatches up a few finger thick, crisped millipedes and stuffs them into his mouth. matt studies his old man, munching thoughtfully, as weighs his options. should he tease his dear dad or to leave him be? unluckily for Han, this round of creepy crawlies is pleasantly delicious, and that's enough to help Matt make his choice.

his lopsided grin grows all the wider as he lifts his own glass of blue milk and reaches across the table to clink glasses with the brandy in his father's hand before he takes a swig.

"maybe —" hazel eyes twinkle with cheeky amusement, "—i'm more death starian than corellian."

his shoulders shake with barely contained laughter as he continues, "gran'pa seems to think i might even be more tatooinian, like him."

another three lanky crisped bugs make their way into Matt's mouth, and he chews them down with a wide smile that speaks of playfulness. maybe he'll be more corellian with his food choices tomorrow. today at least, his adventurous appetite seems to be anything but.

@techniiciian asked:

matt looks up at han with nothing less than utter disappointment in his eyes. he chews, a bit reluctantly, at the overly crunchy bug he’d stuffed into his mouth only seconds ago. “it doesn’t taste as good,” he mummers before forcing himself to commit to his action and swallow down his mistake, “as grandpa made it sound like.”

             𝙷𝙰𝙽 𝚂𝙻𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝙰 𝙳𝚁𝚈 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺 ,  though the gentle curl of his mouth spoke of genuine amusement.  ❝yeah?  maybe now you’ll listen to me when i say: no corellian eats bugs.❞

❝y’know, i’ll wager my last credit that there’s no sanlo back there.  must be a buncha eksters running the kitchens.❞

but what did he expect from an old, run-down diner he’d found floating in the outskirts of the expansion region almost fifteen years ago?  well, better service for one, and maybe a discount for customers brave enough to navigate the station’s poor excuse for a docking bay…  after casting the plated assortment of crisped multipedes and horned krevols an appraising sneer that mostly imparted disgust, han settled into their booth tucked into the corner of the establishment, a glass of brandy in one hand and his right arm draped over the tacky cap.

❝your grandfather…❞   han flung out a hand, a stiff, restricted gesture that failed to retrieve the right words.  words that wouldn’t somehow make it back to his father-in-law and possibly cause another tiff that would end with han sleeping on the couch for the next few days.  ❝is tatooinian,❞ he finished lamely, before clearing his throat.  ❝’sides, no corellian gluttonbug’s gonna taste like deep fried kreetle, and i would know.  luke used to go nuts for the stuff.❞

[techniiciian]

@stillsolo sent an ask:

technical machine character development meme.

bubble beam. what’s a fond memory your muse has from their childhood?

( bc i love you, you get this. no i'm not ashamed. )

the little boy sits eagerly next to his father, eyes wide with excitement and curiosity as Han drones on about how loud pulling apart a velcro strap can be.

there's nothing but serious in his father's face ( Matt, however, misses the gleam of playfulness in the smuggler's eyes ) as he takes the two pieces of tightly locked together velcro straps and pulls them apart in a long ripping crackle.

Matt agrees with a rather enthusiastic nod that yes, velcro is oh so very loud. a wide, lopsided grin shines up at Han as his bright hazel eyes, so much like Han's own, shimmer in delight. the little boy waits as patiently as he can, legs kicking in the air where he sits on his father's lap, for Han to finally tell him the secret to removing velcro in a quiet, stealthy way.

as his dad readies himself, Matt can't help but think how smart and clever and nice his father; and how lucky of a boy he is to have such secret knowledge bestowed upon him.

Han level's a gaze that all but seems to say, 'you ready, kid? watch carefully.' then in one instant moment the man lets out a sudden short yell as he rips the velcro pieces away from another as fast as he can.

Matt can't help but descend into startled laughter and giggles, kicking his feet in utter delight at how silly the entire action was. oh his daddy was so funny ( and oh so smart! he'd been right, no one could hear the velcro over such a loud yell ). still fitful with giggles Matt reaches his hand out with a polite ask to try the same technique, eager to learn and be as good as it as his father.

the sound of his giggles mixed with han's laughter and the crackles of velcro still cause Matt to smile to this day. he finds he can't help but the brought to that memory each and every time he's faced with the clinging material.

it is however, a shame, that Matt took the lesson so seriously - Han really should have told him it was all a silly little joke.

[techniiciian]

tag dump

for my family and our empire ( skysaunter & stillsolo ; imperial sith verse )

every wound shaped him ; every scar built his throne ( anakin skywalker / darth vader ; skysaunter )

someone i look up to no matter how tall i grow ( luke skywalker ; skysaunter )

you place me on your shoulders so i can grab the stars ( han solo ; stillsolo )