Are You Fucking Kidding Me!!!!??!

Mandalorian version of Cinderella where the Cinderella figure is a little foundling who was taken in by a noble clan but only for appearances, they're actually mean to them and don't bother training and outfitting them the way they absolutely morally should, but they're plucky and persistent and learn everything they can by observing and practising alone, and then one day there's an announcement of a grand fighting tournament in honour of the new Mandalore, and everyone's very excited and sprucing up their armour for the occasion and the foundling asks if maybe they could go and they get cruelly laughed at and told that of course they can't go, they have no family and therefore they have no armour

so the foundling is left behind while they all go off to have fun

but THEN the Fairy Armourer appears and says "You SHALL go to the tournament!"

and like

picks up a bucket and it magically becomes a beskar helmet

completely outfits them with transformed household objects and sends them on their way with the standard time limit warning, in this case until sunset

they go to the tournament and it is wonderful and they WIN FIGHTS and catch the Mandalore's eye and get invited up to spar with them!

and it's a Very Romantic Fight but just as they've got the Mandalore pinned down they realise the golden light of sunset is shining off their beskar and they have to scram

so they're running off and they trip and lose a shoe and just keep going and that's all the Mandalore finds

and fortunately the Mandalore was a bounty hunter before ascending the throne so they quickly hunt down the mysterious and beautiful stranger without having to ask a lot of randoms to try on a shoe, and they live happily ever after!

I feel like we always see parents who are 100% super supportive allies, or parents who are horrible and cruel.  At least in media or in the most popular stories.  But I feel like that ignores just how many people have parents where you just have no idea?  And even if you think they’ll accept you on a surface level, you don’t know if they have a breaking point.  Especially if you need to go on hrt, or request they change the way they think about and refer to you.  Sure they’re liberal and all, or centrists, or “tolerant”, but how far does that stretch?

I think most closeted LGBT+ kids live like this, wading around in the grey area.  I’d like it of more of us knew that was normal, I’d like if we talked about it more.

It's Anakin, what were you expecting...?

Or, the Anakin & Padmé Meme, a tragedy(?) in four parts.

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tbh at this point what i want most from SW time travel fic is for it to result in the jedi having a big ole academic conference about it

Anakin is so sweet wtf he genuinely wanted to make Wrecker happy by letting him set off the detonator, such a tiny thing but he was on his own part of the mission, saw something and thought “Wrecker would like this I’m gonna get it for him” wtf and he JUST met him. He really does care so much about people and have such a big heart, I’m gonna miss my nice boy when he goes dark side in a few weeks 🥺

Feral Obi-wan after nearly losing Cody:

Feral Cody who thinks he killed Obi-wan:

Fox, aiming his blaster to Palpatine’s head: this government does not spark joy!

Glitch was supposed to be a throwaway character but now I’m Attached™️ and in the process of making him a whole squad.

Empire-controlled Kamino is a lot stricter than in the Jedi days, no hair cuts, no tattoos, so when he’s busted out he absolutely goes wild. At one point Waxer has to intervene because he’s fried his hair from bleaching and re-dying it too many times (as a medic he should know better but...), so he settles on shaving different patterns into the side.

All right folks! Chapter 5 of What’s Done is Done, “Reunion” is up now!

I just had to draw this scene, I couldn’t get it out of my head.