Wake Up Besties The Dinluke Faves Collaborated !!!!
Wake up besties the dinluke faves collaborated !!!!
To which @swedenis-h had this super sweet comic idea and I wanted to do it justice :D
Comic sketches (courtesy of the lovely @swedenis-h)
Oneshot (courtesy of me lol)
Dusk on Tatooine had always been filled with heady purple and the last licks of sweat the day tried to cling to, the day like an overenthusiastic mastiff trying to be led away.
Two dots of red on the horizon, a flickering fire- Tatooine shed its warmth like washing slobber from skin. The day’s heat lingered, and lingered… and vapourised without warning.
A flicker of silver, a spark of gold.
The smell of hot circuitry, huddling closer to the fire. Luke tried to stay still as Din removed the wiring tool from the open wiring panel of his robot hand.
“It’s beautiful work.” Din complimented gently, lowly, his gloved fingertips tracing the palm lines of Luke’s prosthetic hand. Almost as if he was tracing the lines of a map, learning the routes by heart. Luke imagined it would feel really nice, if there hadn’t been a dull edge of metallicism to every sensation from that hand.
“It doesn’t…” Luke fights a frustrated noise, feelings stuck in his throat like backed up Tatooine traffic. His throat tightened.
A breath.
“It’s not.” Luke admits finally, gaze shifting to meet Din’s. A warriors fire sparking in his eyes for the tiniest moment as he resigned himself to unravelling this particular insecurity for Din the way he had cracked the circuitry of his robotic hand wide open.
Young, immature. The harbingers that were supposed to breed wisdom and maturity… may have only just hurt the people he loved.
How could it not have? With Han’s sight affected for the rest of his life and Leia having nightmares about watching the empire take Han away…
Forces, he’d been so stupid. Too wrapped up in the thrill of getting to finally use Force for good to realize the time had been wrong.
Would the situation had resolved itself without his intervention? Had Luke lost his hand for nothing?
“This is going to sound weird…” Luke trailed with a reluctant smile, struggling with the words- embarrassment reigning them in until they crowded in his mouth. Hesitancy to lay bare; a fog he couldn’t shake. “But…”
He grimaced.
“It’s not your hand?” Din asked, ripping the words right out of his mouth. Luke blinked back at him, surprised.
Luke gulped thickly, but the tight knot of emotion wouldn’t unravel.
“Yeah.” Luke murmured reflexively, casting his gaze down- back to his hands. They were both held aloft in front of him, palms up. In theory there wasn’t much visible difference between them, but…
“Mine had calluses,” Luke began, his voice cracking at the admission as his eyes darted to where the calluses used to be. “from my work at the farm.”
An image of his hand before the injury conjured itself in his vision, like an overlay, as he studied the robotic one. Sticky blackness climbed his insides, his skin crawled.
A ghost he was haunted by day and night.
Din paused in his ministrations, and the silence yawned and waned in the space between them.
Luke was drawn back in.
“It had scars from working on ships,” Luke explained, his left, real, hand reaching out to point to the vulnerable stretch of skin around his wrist and the skin on the other side of his hand. It was pale in a way that was uncharacteristic of Luke’s tanned skin tone. The skin looked less durable than the rest of him on the robot hand, a constant chink in his armour.
A breath. Luke could see the ghost clear as day, like a sort of glitchy holo projection.
“It also matched my left hand.” Luke’s voice was small as he stared at the robot hand, the gaping hole where the circuitry he had been showing Din spilled out. The visible circuitry when he fixed it made it both more and less easy to see the hand as his, paradoxically.
Luke had almost lost more than his hand.
The price of his hand was nothing compared to the company of his friends. His loved ones.
He knew that.
He knew that.
But why was there such a bitterness there? A guilt and shame- the robot hand meant more than just a second chance at mobility; it meant an unspoken forgiveness from his loved ones.
And Forces, that was hard to digest.
Leia, Han and Chewie had almost died that day. It would have been his fault that their stars had blinked out, and Luke would probably never forgive himself for it.
He’d just dove in unthinkingly, all of his mind on the need to save them that he hadn’t thought it through-
The robot hand was just one big scar he’d never be rid of. One big forgiveness he wasn’t sure he deserved.
Why was blind, reckless, heroism worth any forgiveness?
Luke would always be haunted by his old hand- the one that had just always been a part of him- it followed him when tinkering and sparring, the loss a thing of endlessness.
A gloved hand grabbed out for the wrist of Luke’s real hand, cutting Luke’s absent movement short. He’d been unknowingly tracing the places his right hand used to have character and definition. Startled, Luke’s thoughts fell away.
“I-I… I sound insane.” Luke back-pedalled, feeling self-conscious and awash with a hot and sticky shame at the vulnerable oddity about it. Fuck, he’d opened up too much there-
A tug.
“These are my real hands,” Din’s warm voice followed, and Luke looked up at him with a moment of flustered confusion.
Din looked down at his own gloved hands, studying them anew. “The ones you see now.”
“I know their weight. Their durability.” Din flexed his hands like he was about to pick up a rifle.
“The ones underneath the gloves, I haven’t seen as mine for a long time now.” Din admitted softly, looking at his hands now like they were foreign to him. “They were soft, and reaching for something that doesn’t exist anymore.”
Oh.
And then-
Oh.
Din had lost his parents, but he was talking about the new relationship with his hands that his gloves gave him after the loss of his home. The gloves being used both to bring about vulnerability for others while protecting the vulnerability of Din’s open and wanting palms from his youth.
The side of himself that never had the opportunity to mature slowly. The side that grew up too fast but there would always be a sliver of, crying out for home.
Luke blinked, looking back up at Din.
“They were hidden away with a pain I never want to feel again.” Din’s voice wavered, and Luke unconsciously reached out, cradling one between his cupped palms, resting it on his knee.
“Yes, these hands have seen my mistakes, but they’ve seen my successes, too.” Din reached out with his other hand, trailing it along the territory of the faux skin of Luke’s robot hand with a reverence that made Luke’s face hot with something. Something between tears, appreciation and gratefulness.
Perhaps all three.
“The hands I know now were a gift.” Din concluded, looking Luke right in the eye. Luke could puzzle out his message now.
“A second chance.” Luke finished for Din, and he nodded affirmatively.
Not a mark of forgiveness. A possibility to start again.
“They may not have the scars to prove it, but they are mine. Just as much as the hands under the gloves.” Din softened, gloved fingertips lingering around the fleshy part of Luke’s robot wrist, near the open wire access panel.
Luke felt himself flush, flattered by the way Din so deftly applied such a simple yet all-encompassing type of logic to find a solution.
There was earnestness to it, fresh and raw. A hopefulness.
“Hm.” Luke hummed back, letting Din’s truth wash over him and settle, clinking, next to the old one.
Perhaps Luke had been thinking about the robot hand all wrong.
He took in Din with their hands still intertwined in the space between their knees, a pang of warmth filling him.
Look not to the past, but to the future.
Luke smiled. How Jedi of him.
Din’s helmet looked back down at their joined hands, and then back up at Luke.
All of a sudden, Luke was very aware they were still holding hands.
Luke blinked, blushing a deep red, letting go at the same time Din did and pulling his hands in to his chest like they had been burned.
“Thanks for the hand-” “Yeah! Uh-”
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How did Rex get his name?
5 year old CT-7567, running excitedly towards Cody the moment he sees him entering the CC cadet barracks: Cody! Cody! Fox gave me a name!!! Cody, surprised since Fox had initially opposed taking in '67: Really? That's great vod'ika! CT-7567, practically bouncing on the tips of his toes: Yeah! He said it means 'King' in a really old language used by ancient Jetii! He said it fit me because of two reason! Cody, curious: Those being? CT-7567, pausing to think: Well… He only said the one, not the second... But he said I had the makings of a great leader! Cody, a little suspicious: That's awfully kind of Fox. What did he name you then? CT-7567: My name is Rex! Cody, well aware that 'Rex' is a popular name for pet massiffs and dogs: Cody, looking towards Fox who has a shit eating grin: Cody, unwilling to shatter Rex's innocence well before time: … That's a great name Rex… Wear it with pride vod'ika… Rex, grinning from ear to ear: I will! -runs off happily to go tell his batchers- Cody, watching his little brother go: … Cody, looking back at Fox once Rex is gone: You motherfucker... Fox, cackling: I wasn't lying. He's got the makings of a great leader… Fox: It just so happens that he's also a little bitch that bites. Cody: Start running.
All I have to say is this: if Steve isn't wearing eyeshadow in this ^ picture, I am going to riot. Steve with lipgloss? Chef's kiss. Steve with lipgloss /and/ eyeshadow? Too sexy to be real.
Headcannon that Eddie sleeps naked. It was one of those days where Eddie stayed up late and decided to sleep until noon. He was woken up by the knocking on his door. They lived in a house now, and Wayne had his own room, so he didn't have to see it when Eddie stumbled sleepily into the living room butt ass naked. Eddie opened the door grumbling.
Eddie: Who could possibly be trying to come over at this ungodly hour?
Steve: *standing on the porch and holding Eddie's vest, shocked* Uh, it's almost noon??
Eddie: Yeah, it's almost noon. So, what are you doing here, Harrington? Hey, is that my vest?
Steve: *unable to find his voice as he he stares at Eddie.*
Eddie: Hello? Earth to Harrington?
Steve: *throws the vest at Eddie* For your modesty, dude.
Eddie grins and slips on the vest, winking at Steve. The other man stuttered, blushing, then ran off to his car and drove away.
Eddie: *scoffs* Dude acts like he's never seen a naked man before. *A door opens from inside.*
Wayne: Goddamnit, Eddie! What have I told you about answering the door in your birthday suit?
Eddie: I am wearing my vest!
Wayne: Put on some more clothes, boy!
Bonus
Steve’s face when he saw Eddie:
Okay, folks! Here's a little warning for those who're lucky enough to not have experienced this yet. When I first opened my Tumblr account, I kept getting followed by porn bots. They usually have empty blogs, and a profile photo of a sexy woman. If you get followed by one of those, block them immediately. Just block them as they follow you. Also, make sure you just block anyone who posts content that makes you uncomfortable. This morning, I tapped on the profile of a like, because I suspected that it was another porn bot. I definitely think it was, except the blog wasn't empty. There was actual porn, in video format. I reported it, and blocked that user. It is not a bad thing to block people who post sexually explicit materials. It is a boundary that you can set for the sake of your mental and emotional health. I know most users on Tumblr are probably wise to this by now, but please reblog this post. Because when I first joined Tumblr, I wasn't. I would've loved a warning about the porn bots.
Welp, here I am again, rambling on Tumblr cause I can't ramble about it irl. Hope this makes somebody smile!
So, here's my thing. We all know that if the og party, none of them were "mr. popularity." We also know that they were bullied by what's-his-name- troy, right? And when Max joined the friend group, she might have been picked on for associating with the nerds. After the events of season 2, or even before everything goes down, I imagine that the party, now including Max, is getting chased around by troy, and they somehow end up near the high school gym.
As they're trying to figure out where to hide, Dustin has a thought: wouldn't Steve Harrington be in basketball practice right about now?
Meanwhile, Steve is just trying his best against the absolute beast of an athlete that is billy hargrove. He's already having a hard time focusing, but then he hears the door opening.
"Steve!"
He pauses, and turns his back on hargrove to see Will, and all the kids who were involved in last year's shitshow, plus a red-headed girl he hadn't seen before. With the exception of lil' Byers, everyone is talking over each other.
"whoa, whoa, whoa," he says. "Slow down, guys. One at a time. What's going on?"
Henderson takes a deep breath and speaks calmly, but Steve can hear his voice trembling.
"troy is giving us shit again. Can we hide out here for a little bit? We're nerds, so he'd never thin to look for us in the high school gym."
Steve starts to nod, but pauses. Something Nancy had told him comes floating to the front of his mind.
"Isn't troy the kid who threatened to cut your teeth out if Wheeler didn't jump off the cliff at the quarry?"
Henderson and Wheeler both go a little pale, so Steve knows he's remembered correctly. He takes a deep breath to reign in his anger. Even if the kid deserved it, no eighth grader, not even this "troy" bastard, deserved to get beat up by a high school senior. Besides, the kiddos don't need his anger right now.
Okay, sorry, that became much more like an actual story than I meant it to, and I don't know how to continue it that way, but I'm not finished rambling, so. I'll continue, I guess.
Anyway, Steve gets all protective of all of them, naturally, and gets Hargrove to chase troy away, because Billy is freaking scary. He doesn't realize that Billy agrees because this punk was chasing Max, too.
Anyway, at the end of it all, the kids are kind of shaky, and Steve remembers that they all play d&d, and he also remembers that there is a particular student who dms the school d&d club. So what does he do?
He gets cleaned up, and picks up all 4 of the lads-don't ask me how, he strong jock boy, ok?-and carries them off to Hellfire. Max follows on foot, because Steve asks her if she'd rather do that, or be carried with the boys. Max prefers to walk.
Anyway, that is how Steve introduced the lads to Eddie Munson, and how both the bad boy athlete and the metal head nerd both fall for Steve, because I just can't help myself.
@gay-little-bitch
And then when Mike opens the door, who's waiting for him but El, Dustin, and Nancy. Their expressions put the fear of god into Mike, and he just turns on his heel and walks back to Steve. A shovel talk from Mom-Steve, as El calls him, might be scary, but even that's better than facing the rest of the Will Byers Protection Squad (and yes, they have t-shirts).
What are your thoughts on Steve being a good big brother/mom for El and Will and Dustin in particular? And when Byler happens, would Steve give Mike a shovel talk?
I love the idea of Steve bonding with El and Will. Idk what over but it would be so cute, and I ofc love Steve with Dustin because He is literally Dustin's brother.
I think that Steve, as his mom self would 100% give Mike the shovel talk. Mike would fucking hate it because ofc he has alove-hatee relationship with Steve. Mike would literally try to walk out of the room as Steve is talking lmao.
Yo guys, I just realized that in Stranger Things season 1, both El and Will had lion stuffies
Destined to be siblings!
I am taking your star wars and making it happy because it's too sad.
☆ brain thoughts:
》 Din was taken in and trained by Jango & Jaster instead of the Children of the Watch
》 everyone is ALIVE everyone is HAPPY and the only bad joojoo that happens is typical war stuff minus the empire, fuck you palpatine ya ain't hurting my babies
》 because this is my au and it's my rules, I say the Jedi Order have some sort of rule that only Jedi Masters can have "attachments" which Obi-Wan said fuck yeah and married the heck outta Jango. Later on with the usual Council being shit to Anakin and refusing to make him a Master, I say he ends up leaving the order and lives a life with Padme and his now mixed Mandalorian family because that boy has been through shit.
》 my favorite trope for Jangobi getting together is either of them having to return their kid back to the other because they're troublemaker gremlins and they bond over their babies, stop a war, save their clone army kids from evil old man chip and then boom they perform riduurok.
》 this is basically my excuse to draw baby Din and baby Boba together and growing up and being trained plus Boba pinning over his cute friend. They earn their armor and run off to be bounty hunters together
》 Korda Six still happened but Jaster survived because I say so and instead of trying to reclaim the title of Mand'alor he goes fuck this shit, come here son we're living the life of beroya and off they go
And that's pretty much it, my brain has been scream at me to continue this doodle I did a while ago so here it is. I have no idea what I'm doing with this my brain just wants me to draw some bobadin and jangobi doodles.
Also have a bonus baby Fennec :)
The Music Challenge
Recently, my sibling and I had a conversation where we said what Imagine Dragons songs applied to which Stranger Things character. I'll give my take on it here, and then I challenge you to do the same. It doesn't have to be Imagine Dragons, of course, just an artist that you love. Reblog this if you think it'd be fun! Can't wait to see your response!
Steve Harrington: In a non-romantic context, West Coast. He is absolutely the kids' rock. He drops everything for them, even for the little things. (I'm convinced that he went to the game to support Lucas, and had the date to keep up appearances.)
Nancy Wheeler: Rise Up. She is always reaching, trying to move up in the world.
Eddie Munson: Machine. I love how he's so unique, and he doesn't try to hide it. He takes pride in it, and doesn't let anyone tell him who to be.
Murray Bauman: Sharks. That man is absolutely ruthless.
Will Byers: Trouble. I say that because, as the song says, he wants no trouble. That kid needs a break.
Billy Hargrove: Shots. I feel like this one just fits him really well.
Mike Wheeler: Whatever It Takes. I know we all like to hate on Mike, cause he can be a real dick, but I can't deny that he will do whatever it takes for those he cares about.
Dustin Henderson: Zero. Especially during s3, but I think that it really applies to Dustin, always feeling different because of his interests and intelligence.
Chief Hopper: I'll Make It Up To You. He wants to be better for the people he loves.
Jonathan Byers: Walking The Wire. He stays with everyone, no matter how hard things get, even if it feels like they're going to get thrown off the wire.
Joyce Byers: Follow You. She supports everyone, no matter what. Will, Jonathan, everyone.
Lucas Sinclair: Boomerang. How many times, over the course of the show, has some kind of chasm formed between Lucas and the others? But it doesn't matter if it's a disagreement about a girl, or new interest in basketball. He always comes back to his friends, just like a boomerang.
Max Mayfield: Hear Me. Max Mayfield doesn't take anybody's shit. She doesn't let anybody drown her out. She makes sure that she is heard by the people that matter.
Eleven: Enemy. With the exception of Max, everyone thinks the worst of El from the beginning. Even the og party thought she'd been an escapee from penhurst. But she proved them all wrong.
Robin Buckley: Amsterdam. It hasn't happened yet, but Robin is getting out of Hawkins. And when she does, she will thrive, and she'll make sure that Steve thrives, too, because she will definitely drag her platonic soulmate out with her.
Erica Sinclair: On Top Of The World. Maybe this song seems a little cheerful for Erica, but after seeing her roll a 20 at Hellfire, I think that she was on top of the world in that moment.
Argyle: No Time For Toxic People. For Argyle, it's good vibes only.
The Party: Warriors. They might not have built this town, but they protect it better than anyone.
Ok, I think I covered everybody important. If you think I missed anyone, go ahead and let me know. I can't wait to see what you guys come up with!
Mallet nearly leapt out of his skin.
Process of elimination, combined with previous conversations about vents, helped him realize that it was probably Tumbler. He seemed like a kind soul, if not a bit oblivious sometimes, and Mallet was really looking forward to getting to know his ori'vod. But now, with his composure hanging on by a thread, the shock of Tumbler's entrance smashed down the walls he'd so hastily thrown up.
The tears started rolling down Mallet's face faster than he could stop them.
As soon as he saw that the barracks were miraculously empty, Mallet stumbled in and nearly collapsed onto his bunk. His hands, which he'd forced to be steady for the last half hour, started trembling.
Of all the senators he'd had to run into during his patrol of the Senate building, it had to be Orn Free Ta.
He yanked off his bucket and put his head in his hands. As he tried to breathe, Mallet decided that it was better not to say anything. It had barely been a week since he'd joined the Corrie Guard. He was sure that his ori'vode had dealt with much worse over the past two years. The least he could do was keep to himself, since it wasn't an emergency.
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