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so……. i made a powerpoint for my best friend at our last powerpoint night…. and thought maybe u had friends to convert to dinluke as well…. feel free to use and grow the ranks dinluke army
mando: honestly if someone tenderly caressed my face— mando: I think at this point I would probably black out cara dune: … are you okay
Where.
Is the 3K fic.
About Din learning to trust R2 and consider him a friend. When does Din tell R2 that droids killed his parents. I need someone to describe R2′s consoling beeps as he assures that all droids aren’t like that.
Listen.
“Hey, hey, hey. Hold it.” Din was across the terrace in a flash. Luke marshalled a grin as the Mandalorian sprinted up to R2, who was moving at a fairly impressive clip with Grogu giggling on top, arms waving in the air.
The fun was quickly put to an end, of course. Din gently lifted up the child and sighed. “No. You keep falling off and then you come crying to me or to Master Luke. R2, you should really know better by this point.”
Grogu’s ears fell and R2 beeps were a low staccato. Luke, again, fought the urge to smile as R2 snapped at Din, making all sorts of claims about his ability to transport living creatures from point A to point B without life-endangering accidents. Plus, had the Mandalorian ever heard of fun? And perhaps more importantly, didn’t the Mandalorian trust him by now?
“I do,” said Din. “But guiding an x-wing is not the same as having a toddler ride on top of you. And there’s a huge drop down to the canyon—”
At this, Luke perked up.
“Wait…did you understand him?”
The helmet turned toward Luke, speechless.
“Have you been learning droid?” asked Luke. Now he couldn’t help but smile. “When did you start learning droid?”
The Mandalorian shrugged and marched off, Grogu peering over his pauldron and reaching out a longing hand toward R2. R2 vowed that they would ride again. Finally, as Din descended the stairs to the temple’s atrium, what came muttered out of the helmet sounded a lot like “figured it could be useful.”
Luke: I was just telling him that frogs were a major part of my diet when I was training with Master Yoda on Dagobah— Din: Oh, dank farrik, I know what you two are talking about. That was wrong, Grogu. Not good. Luke, this is what you should worry about. This is dark side stuff.
“What’s he saying?” Luke smiled. “That he’s been sensing something between us but didn’t know what it was. And now he does.” Grogu continued to babble and chirp, gesturing between Luke and Din and occasionally at R2. “And?” asked Din. “And if I can teach you how to hear his thoughts, because everyone in our clan really needs to understand each other.”
it’s the 21st day of the 21st year of the 21st century.
you can only reblog this today.
DEAD POETS SOCIETY (1989) dir. Peter Weir
Sometimes I'm doing something mundane, like fixing up my toast, and I'm hit with the memory that Dick thought your speech at Archie's wedding was about HIM, that you were in love with him, and he was 100% ready to date you, LMAO.
im glad my misfortune can entertain you in times of monotony
Christopher Tolkien explains why his father, JRR Tolkien, wrote down “The Hobbit” in the first place, when it was originally intended to be an oral bedtime story for his children.
(found in the forward to The Hobbit Fiftieth Anniversary Edition, 1987)
‘Damn the boy’
Hurray for Christopher Tolkien, forcing consistency on his father’s work since 1929.
When put into perspective, The Lorax is an apocalypse movie.
No one ever saved a life, just pushed out the date of death.
