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padawansuggest · 4 months

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JediTok

Obi-Wan: *filmed walking but on 2x speed with a destination in mind and fairly quiet*

Caption: ‘I told master I was bored and he gave me some great suggestions for what I can do’

Obi-Wan: *walks past training salles with padawans working on saber forms*

Obi-Wan: *walks past a large cafeteria with doors open to show lots of different species eating together*

Obi-Wan: *walks past a room with a sign in ten different languages saying ‘aquatic rooms ahead, if you didn’t know that, you are lost, please find someone to guide you if you cannot guide yourself’*

Obi-Wan: *passes a training room with obstacle courses and rock climbing walls and mats for learning force jumps with a few kiddos tumbling and others safely learning to slow their falls with indulgent masters helping them, pauses, stays a good 15 seconds on 2x speed to watch them before leaving again*

Caption: ‘that was always the funnest training type when I was little, I remember falling on my friend and we both had bruises for a week’

Obi-Wan: *walks past what looks like the entrance to a library, noting a stern looking master flirting/arguing with a black and red Mandalorian, who keeps trying to get past her into the room*

Caption: ‘that’s master Nu, she’s very protective over her archives, and that’s her not-boyfriend that keeps trying to get in to see them even though the senate says he’s really not supposed to be in the temple’

Obi-Wan: *walks past what looks to be a temple summer garden with masters and littles all meditating and playing*

Obi-Wan: *spends a whole minute of the video walking around the room of a thousand fountains*

Caption: ‘my friends and I ‘camp’ here sometimes, and sometimes master Yoda catches frogs in here but we aren’t allowed to encourage him to eat them in front of the younglings 😂’

Obi-Wan: *walks past an amused adult at the creche entrance, waves, walks past multiple classrooms and playrooms, occasionally sidestepping a little while they giggle at him because he’s filming himself*

Obi-Wan: *eagerly bouncing on his toes as he gets further into the creche, till a laughing master lets him into a nursery*

Obi-Wan: *sets the camera down in a way that he can film himself settling back into a rocking chair, letting the master carefully hand him one of the babies swaddled up*

Caption: ‘yeah. The temple has a lot of things to do if one is bored. This one is my fave’

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #incorrect star wars quotes #subtle Jaster mention okay they’re just playin she lets him in the library all the time #JediTok #spacetok #Obi just wants to cuddle a baby is that so wrong????#he didn’t even show you all the fun different gardens and animal rooms and initiate Grogu starting a rebellion in them #he didn’t even show you all the craft rooms!!!

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omgahgase · 7 months

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idk man but i just picture din as this amazing cook who can whip up an delicious, healthy meals for grogu out of like 3 lame ass ingredients and luke is just never allowed in the kitchen bc he somehow burned water so din told him one day "i'll do all the cooking" and he does. and he's good at it.

but give this man a recipe for a cake or pie? no. absolutely not. he will serve you a blackened brick and think nothing is wrong with it. din's homemade cookies? this man is a mandalorian, he'll make the spiciest space chocolate chip cookies you've ever tasted. and that's if they make it out of the oven edible and not charred. not even grogu can stomach his baked goods. boba, cobb, and fennec have all told him that he's a terrible baker, and din's response is always, "you guys are just picky."

"yeah, vod, i choose to keep my teeth. not chip them on those abominations."

"bo is right—"

"don't call me that."

*chuckles* "bo is taken. call him booba."

"can it, shand."

din just shrugs and plops his horrendous snickerdoodles on the coffee table like they didn't just rattle the entire surface. meanwhile luke is in the kitchen with han saying that he "absolutely baked this bread! i'm capable of it!"

han takes another slice and gives luke an incredulous look, eyebrow arched and overly bushy. "sure, kid."

"i did!

"this is best kirffing bread i've ever had. it tastes like the holy land and carbs had a baby. i don't even believe if there's a holy land, but dank farrik, this bread can take me there."

"han...it's just bread."

and just like that, luke discovers that he can bake like a man mad. whatever he envisions, he can make with ease. cookies, snickerdoodles, cupcakes, pastries. he can bake it without so much as reading the recipe twice and din is flabbergasted.

"how can...how do you do that?"

"do what, my love?"

din waves his hand in a blobby, misshapen circle with luke—and his disaster of a kitchen whipping up some sort of blue macaroon for grogu that din knows comes out perfect every single time—in its center.

luke chuckles and moves around the island to place a floury kiss to his cheek, smearing some left over batter into the scruff of his chin.

"call it a gift."

"is this some sort of...force thing?"

luke laughs again and din hopes he kisses him one last time bc he deserves it for bringing forth such a lovely sound.

"no, it's just a me thing."

din hums, still not 100% convinced it's not luke and his confusing, space wizard magic, offers to help. only, luke shoos him out of the kitchen, brandishing his batter ladened spoon, dripping sticky all over the floor din just cleaned that morning.

"absolutely not. the last time you helped me, you mistook the sugar for garlic powder. chewie threw up, my love. i've never seen chewie throw up.

"...that was one time."

luke pats his cheek with delicate fingers, and if din wasn't already leaning into his touch, he would've griped about the batter trickling down his jaw.

"one time too many. it's fine, i can handle myself in here. now, get going. go on, out of my kitchen."

luke hops up onto his toes to press a fleeting kiss to din's lips and—really, it should be criminal how easily luke can turn off din's brain with one simple touch bc he didn't even notice how he ended up in the living room with both grogu and the family loth-cat trying to lick the drying batter off his face.

#dinluke #din djarin #luke skywalker #star wars grogu #cobb boba and fennec are mentioned bc i just love the 3 of them together #i also really love din's friendship with them bc only they can tease him and live to the tell the tail #han also really fucking loves bread he just like me for real #luke eventually teaches din how to make grogu's fav macaroons but grogu still openly prefers luke's #omgahgase writes

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dindjarindiaries · 3 months

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The Mandalorian season 4 rumors will be going back-and-forth until we receive confirmation from Star Wars itself. It's best, then, to not get invested in any idea until they put out confirmation as to whether season 4 is happening or not.

#will this stop me from clowning? probably not #but i won't mention it here so y'all don't get disappointed if it doesn't happen #the mandalorian #the mandalorian & grogu

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agentscamander-romanoff · 1 year

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Almost all of Star Wars protagonist didn't have normal childhood and grew up earlier than they should have.

Anakin was a slave and later was brought up to the Jedi Order. He left his mother,even though he would prefer not to.

Ahsoka was fighting the whole WAR,when she was 14.

Ezra's parents were taken away from him and he had to live on the streets.

Din's parents were killed by droids'army.

Grogu had to witness Order 66.

Boba's father was killed in front of him and he started to work ,so that he would survive.

Rey was left on the desert planet,hoping that her parents would come back,working all day,so she wouldn't die from hunger.

Jyn witnessed her mother's death and then became a child soldier.

The only protagonist,who had quiet "normal' childhood were Kazuda,Luke and Leia,but Leia and Kaz were kids of senators and I think had a lot of pressure,because of it(Also Leia was kidnapped),so Luke was almost only one who had normal childhood(except Reeva incident)

All this protagonist were just kids with stolen childhood.

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lil-ace-of-spades · 2 years

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Last year, I drew a Chef Din for a joke I no longer recall.

I also drew this for a DinLuke AU where Luke falls asleep anywhere and everywhere after using the Force for extended periods so Din carries his boyfriend around whenever that happens. Yes, Luke is wearing Din's sleep shirt :)

Bonus:

For that one AU where everything is the same but Grogu is a pineapple and Moff Gideon is an evil botanist. It all started when someone shared a pic of Giancarlo Esposito with the vegetables he picked from his garden.

#dinluke #star wars #the mandalorian #din djarin #luke skywalker #grogu #clan of three #skydalorian #dinluke fanart #star wars fanart #the mandalorian fanart #dinluke meme #star wars meme #the mandalorian meme #art #mein art #every time someone mentions a fun idea/au i sometimes find myself doodling it #i still do it of course ;)#but i don't post them on here at all nyeheheheheh

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materassassino · 2 years

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Return of the Terrible Lego Comics!

On Tatooine...

Somehow, polite conversation happens???

Some time later, on the way back to Mos Eisley...

(They did invite them for Life Day. Hilarity ensued.)

#star wars #lego #dinluke #the mandalorian #din djarin #luke skywalker #grogu #baby yoda #boba fett #fennec shand #the book of boba fett #bobacobb #well mentioned anyway #star wars lego #terrible lego comics #pixie plays with lego #not happy with the hair they used for fennec at all #i've got something better on the way

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the-obiwan-for-me · 1 year

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If you’ve been following me at least since early March, you have had a front row seat to my descent (at first slow, and then a full tilt plummet) into DinBo madness. I didn’t plan on shipping these two idiots and I am not happy about it. But here I am, deep in the Pit.

Like a lot of Mandalorian fans (and people who enjoy watching shows that make them irrationally angry), I had MANY issues with the last episode, least of which was a decent conclusion to Bo and Din’s new found friendship (whether you want to smash them together and make them kiss or not, we can all agree that these two are now besties for life, right?). So, I was possessed and wrote nearly 10,000 words trying to make something slightly better out of the trash we were given at the end. Including; copious amounts of Bo being sad about Satine AND saying her name, Bo owning up to Death Watch, Fenn Rau mentions and love, Bo knows Jedi, the Armorer isn’t a great person, actually, and SO MUCH MORE.

Maybe now I have exorcised this demon and can get back to other things....

....or not.

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willowcrowned · 1 year

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trying so hard not to be an unbearable cunt about this season of the mandalorian just because I thought tbobf was a massacre in the worst way. everybody say good luck willow on not being an unbearable cunt

#I’m just still so UNBELIEVABLY pissed about the way they managed to undo two seasons worth of building themes in one episode #the conclusion—i.e. grogu deciding to go back to din—was totally fine but the lead up was. ugh #they needed so much more time for it #like. for instance. a season of television #and having them start mando season 3 pretty much without mentioning the din-grogu stuff that happened in bobf #felt to me SO unsatisfying #like they were trying to get back to the paradigm so they can sell more baby yoda plushies #without thinking about. you know. the core of the show #which is their relationship #star wars #the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers

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luthienne · 1 year

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the whiplash pedro pascal must feel going from the last of us script i just know that when i wake up i’ve lost something… i’m failing in my sleep… that’s all i do, that’s all i’ve ever done to the s3 mandalorian script *watches a droid drop a bust onto another droid* now that’s using your head

#or w/e that cringy line was #not even mentioning the rest of the terrible writing for ep1 #and it would be. whatever. fine i guess. if this is all the series was ever supposed to be but the steady #infantalization of audiences is so apparent. and what’s worse is that the bar for these projects is on the floor #the mandalorian post-episode discussion was like GROGU CUTE SPACE SQUIDS PEW PEW #like of course they're not going to do better if the overwhelming response is that no one actually cares abt interesting stories being told #as long as there is sparkly cgi and quippy one-liners and marketable little creatures #and it’s not like they’re not capable!! andor is right there

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beheworthy · 9 months

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Thor takes care of Gorr's daughter because Jane asked? Does he take care of her to get over Jane or does this situation have nothing to do with Jane?

Yes, Thor takes Gorr's daughter in because Jane asked. Jane is his whole entire reason to do this.

He's not trying to get over Jane. The lesson is to keep loving even after losing the person instead of shutting your heart to it.

However, I've reiterated time and again that this whole thing with the child was beyond lazy storytelling and a criminally manipulative and laughably pathetic attempt to cash in on the 'gruff hero with cute child' trope going on these days. For example, Pedro Pascal and Baby Grogu, Pedro Pascal and Ellie Williams, Chris Hemsworth in the Extraction series, Kratos and Atreus, Geralt and Ciri, and the attempts in recent Marvel content.

It fails on all accounts in Thor4 because it's not *picks up microphone* earned. We know nothing about this child. We don't see them interact, have friction, have resentment against one another (her father died because of him and his girlfriend died because of her - you already had the foundation you doofuses), and eventually make the choice of choosing one another. It just cuts to them being cute to manipulate the audience and I hate it with every fibre of my being.

Contrast this with Din thinking of Baby Grogu as an assignment and then making the choice to save him at the expense of his job and life. And Baby Grogu making the choice to heal Din when he saw him get hurt defending him, risking exposing himself as a Force-sensitive despite the horrors it has caused him.

This is engaging, impactful storytelling that has pathos and emotion attached to it. It makes us care about Din and Baby Grogu bonding and their cute moments together are earned. And the ending of Thor4 where Thor and Gorr's daughter (yes, she doesn't have a name) are bEiNg CuTe is the opposite of that.

So, it doesn't matter to me if this is for Jane or not. I refuse to accept it. I hope it gets retconned the way Thor's eye being gouged out was.

#answers #anonymous #thor #thor odinson #jane foster #thor x jane #gorr's daughter #anti taika waititi #the mandalorian #din djarin #grogu #the fact that she's not given a name gives me hope that this whole thing will never be mentioned again

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kalevalakryze · 9 months

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nuhoyir

pairing: bo-katan kryze x the armorer

characters: bo-katan kryze, the armorer, din djarin, grogu, ragnar vizsla, axe woves (mentioned) , sabine wren (mentioned) , ahsoka tano (mentinoed)

warnings: none

notes: based off this post!

Ruling Mandalore was not an easy task for any one person, but… well, Bo could not deny the fresh air at the feeling of seeing all of the people together. Every building risen besides her fellow Mandalorian, Niteowl, Child of the Watch, Bounty Hunter, even those who’d had to remove their armor to survive, as they’d flocked back to their Home in the time it took to rebuild. There was no shortage of things to be done, for the Mand’alor, or The Armorer, who hadn’t once left her side.

It was a new feeling, for sure, one that took a long time to get used to, but when she bounced ideas, plans, and even random nonsense off The Armorer, she was not ridiculed, she was not being suddenly impeached and thrown away like trash. Instead, The Armorer helped her see open gaps in her thinking, helped her understand how each decision would effect all points of view, instead of the ones she was used to worrying about.

Even a year after retaking their home, things still weren’t perfect, to say. Mandalorians still fought, and she’d found herself pulled into her own brawl or two, but Skira, who’d finally stepped away from the helmet every now and then, had helped Bo see that there was a strength in walking away, that shed already proved herself, she didn’t need to keep doing so.

Of course, both women found themselves in their old habits all too often. The habits they’d adapted to to survive were harder to drop than anything. When armor orders started rolling in, and she was still trying to train her apprentices, Skira often needed pulled away from the forge at night, needed help putting down the hammer and washing away the soot from the day. Bo managed to find other armorer’s, not nearly as skilled as Skira, but they’d known enough to keep their own armor maintained, had helped create their children’s armor from beskar alloys, and they were able to handle a large majority off training, until Skira’s schedule could open enough to move everyone a step forward. Even with her own adepts working on armor with her, she was only human, and Bo would still find her in the forge until late at night every couple of months.

Bo’s survival adaptations had been mildly different. On the off chance that she could be found in her quarters, trying to sleep, she would be near fully armored. She avoided rest like a plague and chased more and more work until she couldn’t hold up to any promises she’d made. She’d be found trying to raise beams and supports, or weld brackets together, so the morning construction crews wouldn’t have to work so hard… The biggest issue had been her temper running shorter than ever the longer she’d deprived herself of sleep, until the smallest mistake in her midnight construction would have her shoving her foot into a beam until the wood would splinter and crack under the force, rendering a large material loss until Skira got a chance to step up.

Even when she did manage to get Bo to rest, the Mand’alor would adamantly refuse to remove more than her helmet, jetpack, and knee joints, would sleep ready to activate her gauntlet’s blade or grapple, had buried the blade deep into her mattress on more than one occasion when a nightmare would have her tensing and striking out. It wasn’t until Bo-Katan had dropped in her storage room, had clawed at her armor and practically begged for help removing the chest plate, that Skira had decided the best way to help her Mand’alor.

Each night, Skira would pull Bo away from whatever activity she’d holed herself into, would make removing her armor a slow process each night, and would rub out the knots and stiffness in her muscles. It became a tradition of sorts, one both women would look forward to, where Bo would wipe away the mess of the forge from Skira’s skin, and Skira would help relieve the tension of carrying more than just Beskar on her shoulders.

For the last week, both women had been wrapped up in their respective habits, neither able to spare a moment to step away, not when Din was visiting to have Grogu’s first helmet fitted, and Bo-Katan had to handle her first debate with the New Republic over the Mandalore system’s control.

When Din had landed that afternoon, it was to an all new Mandalore. They’d created a life on the surface to withstand the weather, and had also burrowed into the planet, had started to rebuild the old cities that few could remember from their lives before the purge. Grogu had been quick to run off and tag along with Ragnar, both Mandalorians more than excited to show off the skills they’d learned,

“Be at the forge in an hour, Grogu,” Din called to their retreating backs, a small smile on his lips as he headed to the forge himself, pausing at the sight of the great forge, relit and in full operation. Nearly a hundred hammers echoed a symphony as each worked on some project, but The Armorer’s helm was unmistakable. He’d made his footsteps known as he approached, though he’d made it all the way to her workbench before she’d even looked up.

“Din Djarin,” She greeted, and eve the vocoder was dripping with exhaustion, causing the silver Mandalorians’ head to move off kilter to the side. “You have come for your apprentice’s armor,” Her gloved hands patted behind her, where half finished projects were waiting.

“Armorer,” He started, because she was lifting and moving pieces in a cluttered workstation, something he’d never thought he’d see with her. “The kid can wait some time, gar shuk meh kyrayc.”

The Armorer paused her search, staring at Din for a moment. He had been afraid he’d overstepped for a moment, before she’d exhaled and nodded her head. “This is the way,” Her heart wasn’t in it, he could tell, but she obviously needed rest, and what kind of person would he be if he didn’t state the obvious. He stayed with her as she cleaned her station in seemingly slow motion, stepping in every few moments to lend a hand with moving pieces and closing different mineral treatments.

It wasn’t long before Grogu’s babbles reached his ears, and his head turned to watch as Bo-Katan entered the forge. She held Grogu on her hip, and was offering him a tired smile. The two were having some kind of a conversation, he never understood too much, even now, but it seemed like she was just content to have someone listen as she explained her stance on the New Republic’s patrol routes.

“Lady Kryze,” The Armorer spoke first, as Grogu wiggled in Bo’s arms until she got close enough for him to jump the gap between his father and her, landing in Din’s arms with a self satisfied babble.

“I assume you also were on the receiving end of the Clan of Two’s most polite ‘you look like bantha shit’ as well?” Bo spoke, her smile tugging at her lips as her hand moved to clap Din’s shoulder as he bowed his head, and rest her hand on Grogu’s head for a second.

“It appears that way,” The Armorer deflated only slightly, before her head turned to Grogu. “I see you are learning well, Din Grogu,” Her words were met with another babble, and a satisfied smile on the apprentices mouth. “I am sure Ragnar will have no trouble finding both of you a place to stay, If you have the time, until I can properly finish the armor you’ve sent me the measurements for?”

“Take your time,” Din confirmed as he shifted his son in his arms, his heavy sigh filling the air as Grogu started to pull on a loose leather tassel from his bandolier. “I may need to see how well your training grounds have come along,” And then he was dipping his head and stepping away once more, departing as the two leaders of Mandalore finally got a chance to look at each other for the first time the entire week.

“Busy week?” Bo questioned dryly as they both headed to the exit, side by side, hands brushing as they made their way to surface.

“indeed, for you as well?”

“I could sleep for the next fifty years,” Bo confirmed as they walked the familiar path to their home. A thin layer of dust had settled in their absence, but both women decided it would be an issue for a later them.

As Bo ran a bath in their recently installed plumbing, Skira handled removing her own armor and setting it on the stand in their bedroom. By the time the condensation rose from the fresher door, The Armorer was already stepping in to start helping Bo, who’d been uselessly fumbling with the straps to her chest plate once more.

They were silent as they both settled into the large tub, Skira settling between Bo’s legs, leaning back against her front as the redhead started the soothing process of helping her clean away a weeks worth of nasty work, fingers brushing her hair from its braid as carefully as she could. When she was clean, and she could feel Bo’s lips pressing into the back of her neck, more so out of finding a way to lean into her from behind, the shorter woman stood.

Bo had blinked tiredly up at her when she’d stepped out of the tub, but one glance had the woman scooting forward, water rippling and licking at the edges of the tub as Skira settled back in behind her.

The only sound in their home were Bo’s quiet groans as Skira rubbed out each muscle, staying well until the water grew cold before either of them were close to willing to leave the calm sanctuary. It was when Bo’s head had dropped back against her shoulder that Skira finally made the executive decision to get them moving, unplugging the drain while Bo gathered the towels.

When they were dry, Skira was the first to settle into bed. They didn’t need to worry about finding room for Bo-Katan’s sewer drake, thanks to Axe petsitting when he’d noticed both women’s schedules growing busy (it helped that Ragnar loved the thing, too). Bo-Katan had been quick to shut the lights off and settle into the all too familiar position in Skira’s side, their legs tangling as a strong arm draped across Skira’s broad hips. Sleep came faster than ever for either woman that night, with Bo pressed close and her breath fanning against her neck, Skira was able to nod off in peace.

Morning came almost too soon, though, Skira couldn’t be upset with the view. Bo’s hair was a sprawled haphazard mess against her chest, her nose crinkled just a bit, with her hands fisted comfortably into the blankets near her chin. A bird hooted at the bedroom window, though she could not say it was one she ever recognized. With squinted eyes, she tried to place the green feathering, but. Kept coming up blank.

“Good morning,” Bo’s sleepy voice broke her peace. It was quiet, deep, and raspy, and combined with the woman pressing further into her chest, Skira couldn’t help but to comb her fingers through messy red hair, and press her lips to a forehead, textured with a battle scar, and the lines of spending too much time overstressed. “ ‘soka's bird,” Her Mand’alor grumbled into her skin, before pressing soft kisses against her shoulder and chest. “Mentioned visiting with ‘bine,” Bo continued sleepily, before her head settled back on Skira’s chest. “They’ll wake us up if they blow anything up, back to sleep,”

And well, who was she to disobey a command from her Mand’alor? It wasn’t like she would ever be able to move to tear the woman off her chest, that would be a cruelty she could never wish on the woman whose story had once been one of warning, that she’d watched turn into one of redemption, and the story she wound up falling in love with.

#bo katan kryze #bo katan x the armorer #the armorer #the mandalorian #nitearmor #star wars #take off your helmet #ahsoka tano #axe woves #ragnar vizsla #sabine wren #they're just mentioned #din djarin #grogu #they’re just soft #i'm soft #fic writing

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