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[slow-burn. eventual smut, 18+. MDNI.]

* indicates smut.

↬      ❝  your hands shove hard into his breastplate, fingers immediately aching at the impenetrable hardness of the armor. “just to be clear, I did not do this for you.” you spit coldly, glaring upwards against the glare of the sun. the Mandalorian normally stands more than a foot taller than you, but soon he’s so close that you see yourself in his visor, a menacing finger pointing down the bridge of your nose. at his words, your whole body trembles. "do not put your hands on me." his voice is threatening, deep, low. "ever." ❞

part i - salvation

part ii - gratitude

part iii - ka’ra

part iv - compromise *

part v -

part vi -

part vii -

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Expectations

Din Djarin x Afab!reader

Word Count: 2,300

This is gift No. 2 for @pedrostories Secret Santa 2022 for the wonderful @prolix-yuy 🎁🎁🎅(Gift No. 1 here)

Her prompt was "Didn't go as expected"

Summary: Over time your employer becomes your lover. Din exceeds your expectations in every way possible. But when it comes time to finally see him...Din did not expect for you to be the one terrified to see his face.

A/N- for the sake of this story, the creed has no loop holes.

Warnings- 18+ mentions of fingering, oral and PiV. Injury. Time skips.

Din was never what you expected. When you went to work for him you expected the job to be short lived. He had a reputation in the guild for being the best but maybe not the most liked. You mistook his silence for callousness, when in fact, it was simply a sort of shyness.

"Are you afraid of me?" He flat out asked after weeks of you not mentioning things you needed, depriving yourself and keeping conversations short. He noticed.

"No. I don't know. I…I don't know…you're quiet and I don't want to piss you off. This is your ship, your rules, your credits." You sat in the dim hull on your makeshift bunk.

He shifts his weight before he speaks. "I'm used to being alone and I understand most people don't live as simply as I do. I'm worried…about you. We're partners now, I need to know if you need something."

Keeping things professional, you replied, "You're right. I'll be a better communicator. I'm sorry." But you were still surprised,"You worried about me?"

Din nodded, "I know you're here for your mechanical skills but I need you to have my back, can't do that if we're not…aligned. It gets dangerous out here." He motions between the two of you.

The next day you handed him a list and when you landed at your next stop he helped you get the supplies you needed for comfort.

It was so simple, but suddenly he was much less intimidating.

In those early days you did not expect him to be gentle. He was always so tough about his own injuries. He never even let you help him. You assumed he'd have a 'suck it up' type of attitude when you finally got your own that warranted assistance.

He heard you scream and he flung himself from the cockpit, down the ladder, to your side.

"What happened?" He was urgent.

You groaned through heavy breath, unable to answer. Unsteady on your feet.

"Look at me. Breathe. What happened?" He was calm, his hands rested on your shoulders. The timber of his voice grounded you.

"Soldering iron. I dropped it, tried to catch it, so stupid." You grunted. You shook.

"Let me see." He carefully pulled your clenched fist towards him. He attempted to uncurl your fingers. But the pain had your whole body in a knot. "Easy. Breathe easy."

You wavered and leaned into him, ready to lose consciousness. His voice was so gentle in your ear as he guided you to sit somewhere softer. Your eyes were shut tight as you rocked, trying to find a rhythm in the waves of searing pain in your hand that radiated up your arm, deep to the bone. You hardly noticed Din leave and return.

He spoke softly right in your ear. "Breathe steady okay. You're okay Kiddo. Look at me."

You opened one eye and looked into his visor, you mumbled, "Kiddo?"

"It just came out. What's that?" He pointed, you looked, drawing your attention away as he stealthily thrusted your hand into a bowl of something cool and slimy.

You squeaked but kept as still as you could. You leaned forward onto his metal chest. Your stomach lurched.

"You burnt the shit out of your hand. Dank farrik." He didn't sound angry, like you expected. He was concerned.

Tears fell silently down your cheeks.

His voice was comforting, protective, "Any better yet? Please say something, I hate seeing you cry."

You sniffled and looked at your hand that soaked in bacta. His hand absentmindedly rubbed your thigh before you watched him take his gloves off. He plunged his hands into the bowl of bacta and carefully uncurled your palm. You winced, "Ah!"

"Sorry, sorry, we need to make sure it makes contact."

You stared at his bare flesh.

"Did you think I was a different color?" He wiped the bacta off his hands with a towel. You could hear his smirk.

"I didn't think…I didn't think anything." You cleared your throat.

"I want you to lay down. Don't move your hand from this bowl." He brushed a stray tear off your cheek.

…

When the kid came along, that's when you finally got a full glimpse of the man behind the mask. You both needed no convincing it was the right thing to do. Saving Grogu. It didn't go as expected of course. He lost his tribe but he gained a clan. He gained patience. He didn't change so much as he revealed the paternal side that was always there.

…

Your first time didn't go as expected because it was unexpected. It just appeared, like arriving to a planet out of hyperspace. You knew where you were going, it'd been inching closer for months, but it still amazed you.

"The kid is asleep. Finally." You plopped down in the copilot seat.

"You're great with him." The streaks of hyperspace painted Dins armor. He watched you.

A slow smile crept over your face, "You're staring again Din."

"I know." He leaned back, his legs spread. His gloves were off. You both stared at each other in silence, calibrating your desires, synchronizing your heartbeats. In the silent void you found the invisible thread. It tied you to him and as though your body was on autopilot you found your way to his lap. His fingers slid into you as though it was their only purpose. Your mouth around his length was where it was always supposed to be. And when he finally entered you…the whole universe was an abstract concept except for the two of you.

…

Everything finally made sense. Except one thing. The Creed. Your love was clear, so you thought. But you had…a fear. You told Din one day you'd be ready. You'd let him show you his face. You expected to be ready but you're not and Din insists you are. You're on your way to Tython. He wants to show you now. The boy is sound asleep.

You're sobbing. The tears spill faster than you can mop them up. "I'm sorry. Din. I'm shallow. I'm a piece of shit."

His voice is low, "You're not. Don't say that. I..I just..I can't. My creed is my life and this is the way it is."

You want to rip your hair out, you pull on the flesh of your cheeks as you wipe away your tears. "What if…can I, maker it sounds dumb. Can I feel you? In the dark? Can I feel your face?"

"No. We've been over this."

"The only way, the only way, is if I vow to be the last person to see you? If you take off your helmet and show me, with my eyes or by touch, that's it. If I...perceive your face, I marry you or you're soulless and cast out?"

"Yes."

"How can you not see how cruel that is?!" You pace the hull. "You love me?"

"You know I do. You love me too. I know you're ready. Stop pacing!" Din raises his voice and clenches his fists.

"DON'T YELL AT ME!"

"I'M NOT! MAKER…" Din stops himself with silence. He fills the moment with a chuckle through his modulator.

"It's not funny."

"This isn't going how I expected," He huffs, "I'm supposed to be the nervous one here kiddo. I'm supposed to be scared." His hands rest on his hips.

"Aren't you?" Your face twists in wonder.

"No," he says with confidence. "What do you like? Tell me what you hope I look like."

You sniffle and stop pacing, "What?"

"You're a shallow piece of shit…" Din raises his hands, "Hey, your words. What do you like in a man, what is attractive to you?"

"What!? Really?"

"Really."

You sit on a crate and wipe at your drying tears. "You go first."

Din shifts and laughs under his breath. "Fine. Okay. I uh, I Iike green Twi'leks."

"Everyone likes green Twi'leks Din, they're beautiful people. Blonde, brunette, thin, fat…human Din." You roll your eyes.

"I don't have a type." Din flips his palms up and shrugs.

"That can't be true!"

He laughs as he speaks, "It is!"

You glare at him.

"You're my type." He crosses his arms.

You roll your eyes at him and try to hide your smile. "There isn't anything you can think of?"

Dins finger taps his elbow as he thinks, "Okay…well…Remember when you got your hair stuck in that rotator part and you had to cut it."

"Yeah?" You look at him confused.

"I thought you looked really beautiful with short hair. So…maybe that's a thing. But,I also like it this way. So…" He shrugs again, trailing off.

You shake your head, "How are you so impossibly sweet..." you sigh, "Din, that's too easy."

"Why?"

"Because hair is changeable. I can't change my nose or my eye color or the shape of my mouth. You'll be stuck with this face."

Din is quiet. He approaches and stands in-between your legs. His voice is soft through his modulator, "I don't want a different nose. I like your nose, your eyes…" you watch his hand and then close your eyes as his thumb grazes your lips.

"I like pale blue eyes," Din's hands rest on your thighs. "But I really love brown eyes. I like a full head of hair, sandy blonde or dark…mmm yeah, I like dark hair and brown eyes best," Your eyes are still closed. "I'm sorry but he's gotta have all his teeth."

"Benefit of the helmet, I have a perfect set and my nose has never been broken."

You open your eyes to meet his visor. You lean your forehead against his, "Din, I'm sorry. I'm just so scared of hurting your feelings and ruining your life. I wish appearance didn't matter to me, I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't. Close your eyes again. Keep going."

"Ugh. How do you know? Fine. Thin lips creep me out. I love a strong nose. In fact a broken nose adds character…so…negative one point for you Mando," You feel Din back away from you.

"It's points now?"

"No, I guess not. I like a kind face, but I like strong features, and a strong jaw. I don't really like beards and messy whiskers all that much."

"But those things don't count right? That's changeable."

"Fair enough."

You hear a hiss and throw your hands up over your face and groan. "Din. Oh maker…Din." You start crying again into your palms. Your body shivers from the anxiety.

"You're the bravest, smartest woman I know," Din approaches and grabs your wrists carefully, "shush, come on, it's okay. Just touch. Okay? We'll go slow."

You steady your breathing, "okay…okay yeah, I can't believe this is happening. Okay," Din eases your fingers up.

"It's been awhile since I shaved…so, keep that in mind." Din brings your fingertips to his lips and he kisses them delicately.

You smile, you feel the grit of his whiskers, gasp and pull away.

"They won't hurt you."

Almost laughing, "Din I know..okay. I'm just gonna go for it." And with that you slap both palms onto his cheeks and he laughs. He pulls away and cackles. The tone of his laugh outside of the helmet makes you forget your fear.

He's wheezing, "Sorry, sorry, that was weird for me. This is…I'm a bit overwhelmed now."

And without realizing, you've opened your eyes. Din is catching his breath and looking to the ceiling. He's raking his fingers through his hair. His face is scrunched up to show all the lines around his deep brown eyes. His dark helmet hair sticks up at the crown.

"I'm an idiot," you say simply.

"You're…"Din looks from the ceiling, his eyes meeting yours,"not."

"I am."

Din stands frozen. He watches you watching him. Your tears fall silently now. Of course, this is the face that goes with that voice and that body.

You've patched him up. You've seen much of him. You've felt, most intimately almost all of him. Every part but where his creed forbids. That T visor has kept so much from you. You don't get to sleep by his side every night, you've never showered or swam together.

You raise your hands. You want to try again to feel his face. Din takes your cue and approaches.

You cup your palms over his whiskered cheeks. You swiped your index finger down the length of his nose.

Din closes his eyes, while you take him in with all your senses.

He wants to ask if he's what you expected. If you're willing to still love him. His mouth moves but no words come out. He tries again, "Am I…what you expected?"

You wrap your legs around his hips and run your fingers through his hair. You're excited, all the moments kept from you are in your future. "No."

"I'm sorry Kiddo."

"Why?"

"I'm not what you expected."

"Oh..oh Din. You're better." You laugh under your breath, "I'm sorry, I disrespected your creed, I get it...this is very profound. I'm unbelievably honored…unbelievably," You pull your legs around him tighter.

"You still love me?"

"For the rest of my life. I'll love this face, you, for the rest of my life." You kiss the tip of his nose and then his forehead, his cheeks. You drag your lips to meet his. He shivers. "Are you okay? Tell me."

Your foreheads touch as he nods, he speaks softly, "I…I really want to kiss you. But…"

You press your lips to his and take your time, kissing softly. You ease your tongue delicately in-between Din's lips and enter his mouth. Carefully he returns your favor. Your fingers weave into his hair as his beard scratches your face. You pull away, "But what?"

He smiles, "But nothing."

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Fanfiction Authors: HEADS UP

(Non-authors, please RB to signal boost to your author friends!)

An astute reader informed me this morning that one of my fics (Children of the Future Age) had been pirated and was being sold as a novel on Amazon:

(And they weren’t even creative with their cover design. If you’re going to pirate something that I spent a full year of my life writing, at least give me a pretty screenshot to brag about later. Seriously.)

I promptly filed a DMCA complaint to have it removed, but I checked out the company that put it up – Plush Books – and it looks like A LOT of their books are pirated fic. They are by no means the only ones doing this, either – the fact that “”“publishers”“” can download stories from AO3 in ebook format and then reupload them to Amazon in just a few clicks makes fic piracy a common problem. There are a whole host of reasons why letting this continue is bad – including actual legal risk to fanfiction archives – but basically:

IF YOU ARE A FANFIC AUTHOR WITH LONG AND/OR POPULAR WORKS, PLEASE CHECK AMAZON TO SEE IF YOUR STORIES HAVE BEEN PIRATED.

You can search for your fics by title, or by text from the description (which is often just copied wholesale from AO3 as well). If you find that someone has stolen your work and is selling it as their own, you can lodge a DMCA complaint (Amazon.com/USA site; other countries have different systems). If you haven’t done this before, it’s easy! Here’s a tutorial:

HOW TO FILE A COPYRIGHT COMPLAINT FOR STOLEN WORK ON AMAZON.COM:

First, go to this form. You’ll need to be signed into your Amazon account.

Select the radio buttons/dropdown options (shown below) to indicate that you are the legal Rights Owner, you have a copyright concern, and it is about a pirated product.

Enter the name of your story in the Name of Brand field.

In the Link to the Copyrighted Work box, enter a link to the story on AO3 or whatever site your work is posted on.

In the Additional Information box, explain that you are the author of the work and it is being sold without your permission. That’s all you really need. If you want, you can include additional information that might be helpful in establishing the validity of your claim, but you don’t have to go into great detail. You can simply write something like this:

I am the author of this work, which is being sold by [publisher] without my permission. I originally published this story in [date/year] on [name of site], and have provided a link to the original above. On request, I can provide documentation proving that I am the owner of the account that originally posted this story.

In the ASIN/ISBN-10 field, copy and paste the ID number from the pirated copy’s URL. You’ll find this ten-digit number in the Amazon URL after the word “product,” as in the screenshot below. (If the URL extends beyond this number, you can ignore everything from the question mark on.) Once this number has been added, Amazon will pull the product information automatically and add it to the complaint form, so you can check the listing title and make sure it’s correct.

Finally, add your contact information to the relevant fields, check the “I have read and accept the statements” box, and then click Submit. You should receive an email confirmation that Amazon has received the form.

Please share this information with your writer friends, keep an eye out for/report pirated works, and help us keep fanfiction free and legally protected!

NOTE: All of the above also applies to Amazon products featuring stolen artwork, etc., so fan artists should check too!

I have two things I'm supposed to hear from tomorrow so fingers, toes, and eyes crossed!!

I'm actually one of those people and only found out about 2 years ago. But I was told it's flipped, the majority of people have one but a small population doesn't. I think in pictures, sounds, and more visually than others do rather than hearing my own thoughts played in real-time.

reblog to diminish the horrors from the person you reblogged from

”getting thicker skin” is great in theory but I think for some people “get better at handling your thin skin” is gonna be way more helpful advice. I have strong emotional reactions to criticism and they might never go away, but i can continue to try and handle each situation maturely and that’s the important part. Sometimes irrational feelings are chronic and living with them is better than trying to beat yourself up into not having them.

The reluctant adoptive parental figure to wayward kids.

The moment a character, of any gender, is suddenly handed the responsibility of being responsible for the livelihood of not just a child's wellbeing but like anyone younger than them who suddenly looks up to them as a parent I'm like "that's my spouse and those are my kids."

If you had to pick, what’s the ONE trait in a fictional character that makes you immediately go “oh this one’s mine”

reblog this if you’re jewish or your blog is a safe space for jewish people

in light of recent events as well as a new rise in creating nazi ocs I think this post is an important one to have on your blog if you stand behind your jewish followers or are jewish yourself.

@ mutuals rb this w how tall you are i wanna know

i’m 4’11

do me a solid and just reblog this saying what time it is where you are and what you’re thinking about in the tags.

reblog to hug me

🎶✨️when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)🎶✨️

I gasped when I got this! My first ask!! Hi!! I love you!

I'm so sorry this took so long to respond to, but I have absolutely overthought which songs I wanted to share that have been on repeat for me lately.

1. Dead in the Water by Spelles

This song got me through some tough times recently. It captures that feeling of panic, isolation, rejection, and resentment of someone you love hurting you and reminds you to take back that power and be the person you need at that moment rather than relying on someone else to do that for you.

2. Heaven Sent by Parker Millsap

This song hits home for me being queer and from the deep south. Especially with some recent drama between myself and my family this past week. I love Parker's voice and the vulnerability he portrays in his songs and the vividness of his lyrics just paints such beautiful pictures and this song makes me cry every time. I get halfway through singing along before I start sobbing.

3. Priest by William Crighton

This kinda ties in with the first two songs' theme-wise about taking back power and finding freedom in doing the right thing even if it's hard to do or might result in your downfall. His voice is so emotional and powerful and you can feel his relief in the chorus over his choices in the song that makes a normally dark song light and happy and hopeful.

4. Raise Hell by Brandi Carlile

I wouldn't be a good gay if I didn't include the woman who got away from me because she was older and happened to get married when I was in college but whatever. This song is just so powerful as a long song and one of empowerment that I feel like a lot of straight singers just don't quite get in their music and this is a song I can see myself maybe have at my own wedding someday.

5. Like a Stone by Audioslave

The one song on the list that's a different genre but god Chris Cornell has a spot in my heart that will forever ache with his loss. His voice always cut through me in ways that most other singers just don't with how it captures emotion in the different octaves he's able to sing at. Just such extraordinary talent gone too soon and I listen to this song at least once a week and have since he died 5 years ago.

The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy

I tried to scroll past this. I really did

Imagine ranting to Din while he repairs the Razor Crest.

finally, it’s written! this request has been sat on my list for a while, so to those who requested it, thank you for your patience! requested by: @ackermanbitch​ and an anon! written by: archie

this is inspired by @yournewwriter‘s gentle prompts: moving you by the waist.

If there was one thing you could do, it was talk.

At first, Din hated it. He hated how you’d walked into the Crest like it was your home when he was only offering you a lift to a nearby system, he’d hated how you’d talked the whole time… and he hated how he’d accidentally grown fond of you.

He became glad to offer you a temporary place by his side when your situation shifted and you needed a residence, but there was no way he was expecting you to stick around for this long and still have so many stories to tell.

Somehow, tuning into your rambles both passed the time and helped him focus. He could fly easily with your words taking up a different space in his brain, and all the hours felt so much shorter, like he’d been travelling the universe beside you. You somehow kept him cheerful and engaged, even in the tough times. You had a natural knack for knowing what kind of story to tell, how to echo and fix his moods with your own experiences, which gave him an outlet for his own emotions. 

And that’s how it was right now, his mood utterly foul as he worked on repairing the Crest after a sticky run-in, but his scowl was placed on hold. Or at least, directed to Mr Narvo, your old, snail-esque colleague in that restaurant on Corellia.

“I swear, I hadn’t done a thing wrong. The order was correct, I did everything to match what the stupid customer had asked for, but he really just– You know what?” You wandered by him as you talked, frustrated and pacing as all the irritation from working at that restaurant came right back. “I think he’d decided that it would be a bad day for me already. He slithered in and just knew he was gonna try and get me fired.”

You paused your pacing, facing the beskar-clad warrior as he retracted an arm from inside the ship’s panel.

“-And he just kinda blinked at me. You know that eye thing?” Your hands, which had been flapping around animatedly, lifted to hold invisible spheres above your head. “Like the antennae lean forward and just look at you and squint and- honestly it’s so annoying because I can feel how he’s judging me but like? At least my eyeballs aren’t half a metre above from my head, right?”

“Right,” came Din’s voice as he dipped into a toolbox, proceeding to reach back into the side of his ship and twist some valves. His voice was a dry monotone, but he hadn’t once told you to shut up yet, so that was all you needed to continue your spiel.

“Right! So I just- I don’t mean to be rude, but I kinda do- I couldn’t keep it in, okay?” Din halted your pacing and handed you the metal tool, reaching into the Crest again. “… I told him to go stick his eyeballs in the dishwasher.”

Din paused. He turned to look at you. You were almost sure he’d tell you that it was a low blow, or that it wasn’t worth such a threat, but his modulated voice rose with a question. “And did he?”

“Wh- No, Din. Why would he-“

He shrugged one shoulder, stepping away to rummage in the toolkit once more. “That guy was purposely villainizing you, day after day. The least he could do would be-“

“If the universe was a decent place he’d be blinking bubbles, I know,” you chattered on, wandering once again. “But unfortunately, the universe is horrible, Narvo is still out there terrorising colleagues and-“ You stopped dead, peering down at the helmeted man, busy with his tools. “He got me fired.”

Din stopped his hands, visor raised up at you. Of course you couldn’t see his expression, but you didn’t need to as his disbelief met your ears. “It worked?”

“I know!?” You toyed with the tool, the weight falling from hand to hand, gripping it with each as if to decide which hand would better suit hitting Narvo in the eyeball with it, mouth running a mile a minute all the while. “He went straight to the manager, clearly he’d been building up some bullshit case of all the things I’d apparently done wrong— which I always had a particular reason for, by the way, and they were never even against the rules—”

The irritation still buzzed in your veins, even if it was months ago. What started as your attempt to take Din’s mind off the frustration from a damaged ship had turned into a surprise therapy session that seemed to uproot some sort of inferiority complex, and now you were just airing out your issues without even being aware of Din bustling around you.

“Like, I’m a good worker, you know? I take pride in that because I actually care about what I put into the universe, I strive to make this shitty place better for the people, unlike Narvo. He was just there to feed his own-”

Gentle hands on your waist had you startled, and your gaze shot up to the visor, eyes wide and an unmistakable heat to your cheeks. He’d never touched you like this before.

You couldn’t help leaning into his hold, heart beating like crazy-

A gentle pressure from one hand had you stepping aside, and then it was gone.

He leant past you, reaching into the metal hood of the ship. You’d parked right in front of it without even noticing, far too wrapped up in the fury of your tale.

“Keep going,” he spoke, and you fumbled to find your words again, fiddling with the tool in your hands.

“Wh- What was I saying again?”

A gloved hand reached back to take the tool from your hands. “He was just feeding his ego by preying on you. It’s better to keep away from characters like that.”

Your stride finally came back to you and the story continued in your mind, but the sure flutter in your chest was going at full force. “Right, I learned that by now.”

“You want me to put a hit on him?”

You scoffed. “Din, please. …But if we stop off at Corellia, he’ll shit himself when he sees me with a Mandalorian.”

A soft breath of laughter, so quiet you almost missed it. “Then that’s our next stop.”

It almost seems like non-disabled people have a harder time accepting when a chronically disabled person will never get better - and maybe even deteriorate over time, than the affected person has.

"Aww don't lose hope"

There is no hope to be had? Stop pushing your toxic positivity down my throat when I have come to terms with my situation and am grieving already.

Losing hope is what has given me an ounce of peace of mind. This is what life is now. It's not your grief, it's mine.

why is it that in unrequited love situations its always the person who doesn’t feel the same getting villainized? especially if they were friends with other person beforehand? 

its not their fault someone caught feelings for them. 

they were just living their lives and minding their own business when out of nowhere someone is lamenting about how much their heart yearns for them or whatever and like. dude i am literally just existing how is this my problem

In lieu of a Black Friday sale, I’m instead donating 30% of all shop sales between now and Monday, November 28, 2022 to the Wôpanâak Language Reclamation Project which aims to reclaim and teach the Wampanoag language to return language fluency to the Wampanoag Nation.

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Have you guys read my Din Djarin fic Torment? Din is captured on Glavis and has to escape with a woman named Ellis (a very very vaguely described OC). It's a fast paced, survival story, written in a minimalist prose. It has the most kudos of any of my stuff on A03 but virtually no views here and I wonder if no one saw it because they had just implemented community labels and I made sure to give it one. Anyway, read it if you want something intense with a nice soft, angst filled ending. It's brutal and tender.

https://at.tumblr.com/djarinmuse/torment/1rd3m0d6ki3f

I'm heavily medicated but my migraine is gone and I'm writing a follow up to it because it's my favorite fic of mine and people have asked for it. It might be the pain killers but it's gonna be good...

My Din & Grogu comics 💚

So you're telling me my Texan drawl is the OG British? Fuck me I got them original colonizer way of speaking.

at what point in history do you think americans stopped having british accents

My new meds make my skin throw a fit. It’s not terribly bad, just a few things here and there, but it’s bumming me out because I’ve never really had too many run-ins with acne.

My four-year-old sister, however, is under the impression that it’s just “3D freckles”, and that they look very, very pretty. She wants all of my freckles to “pop out”, especially the ones across my nose; they’re her favourite.

And it puts me in this weird position where I can’t say, “No, this is acne, and it’s bad,” because I don’t want to teach her that it’s a bad to have unclear skin, you know?

Because the more I think about interactions I have with children, the more I realise that children will consistently compliment “flaws” until they’ve been taught not to.

Like, a kid at the library, whose sister has vitiligo, saw my scars once and suggested that his sister and I should be cats for Halloween, since I have “tabby skin” and she has “calico skin”. “I can be a black cat,” he immediately added. “It’s not AS cool, but they’re the spookiest.”

When I started losing weight, my little brother immediately demanded that I gain it back, because I wasn’t as comfortable to cuddle with anymore.

And my other little sister always wants to wear her paint-stained clothes to school so that “everyone can tell [she’s] an artist”.

I don’t know. I guess talking to little kids just reminds me that all of this superficial shit we worry about really is 100% made up.

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