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I wonder if the art direction of andor has purposely set luthen's monologue on that corridor to go in line with the saga's symbolical use of them. I think they did.
I remember someone pointing out how setting scenes on these large, suspended corridors were used to show the time left before the end of the period the scenes are set in.
how, in the duel of the fates, they're quite broad because the clone wars, sort of, start there (even if clones aren't still in the picture, there's the first jedi vs sith fight in a thousand years, and droid army makes its first appearance on naboo, even if it was the gungans who were fighting and not the clones)
but when ahsoka fights maul they're reduced to the bare minimum that can allow a fight to happen there, and we know there's a very little time left before order 66
now, luthen's is quite broad. the rebellion is still forming, they're still deep into the empire's regime.
but in the empire strikes back, when vader fights luke it is already reduced: the rebellion has organized and has already blew the death star up
plus, when vader tells Luke that he is his father, the corridor is way way smaller, as if by saying it, vader has somewhat given luke the key to destroy the empire (that his, his father's love for him, or luke's ability to bring the good side of him)
I'd add that they used this in rogue one too. the way it's not only a little broader than the fifth episode's (because the rebels haven't blown up the death star yet) but it is crumbling, because they almost didn't make it: the shields were still up, the destroyer hadn't hit them yet, and jyn would've died without cassian killing krennic etc.
and maybe even in a new hope? when obi-wan shuts off the tractor beam to free the millennium falcon (and r2 with the death star plans and luke who will destroy the death star). look how narrow the corridors become.
maybe this is a stretch and they only set the scene on suspended corridors because the visuals look Very Cool and that's it, and I wouldn't blame them, it is indeed cool af to see
#star wars#andor series#rogue one#andor show#a new hope#the empire strikes back#the clone wars#the phantom menace#star wars meta#theuserdilemma#de wanna wanga
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It’s a bib for tuna! De wanna wanga!
#get it? its a bib for tuna#bib fortuna#star wars memes#star wars#star wars meta#star wars prequels#prequel trilogy#sw prequels#star wars shitpost
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wrt the prev post this is a reason why when i play the sims i think the idea of modding sims into having genitalia so baffling. it's always the most airbrushed vulva in the world and some dildo sized and looking cock models. yeah the funny 3d dolls that are customizable to look like anyone, with cartoonish expressions, that pee on the kitchen floor, and say de wanna wanga all have genitalia as if designed by a daz studio porn artist on deviantart. but that's also a complaint i have with alpha style cc too, but this is funnier to me
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[Album of the day] Bantha Rider - Binary Sunset Massacre
Mos Eisley, Tatooine Warsaw, POL // 2020
[Genres] stoner rock, doom, heavy psych, instrumental
[Themes] it's been long enough, I am legally allowed to post more Star Wars metal
[FFO] Hoth
[Thoughts] De wanna wanga, uba karkin' peedunky.
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[From the band/label]
Art - Drums
Chris - Guitar
Bart - Bass
Recorded, mixed and mastered at Kongo Studio by Jacek Stasiak
#album#full album#album of the day#Bandcamp#music#underground artist#underground music#underground metal#stoner rock#doom metal#stoner doom#heavy psych#psych rock#psychedelic rock#instrumental metal#star wars metal
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"De Wanna Wanga"
😔😔✌️
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Who wants to read the first part of a Mando x Reader fic I’ll probably never finish????
If it had a title it would be “For a Few Credits More”
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For you, the fall of the Empire had come too late. It was still an event worthy of celebration and you had done so, joyfully and wholeheartedly along with your fellow farmers and miners in Mos Eisley.
And when the voices had died down and the drinks stopped flowing, you had found a space to quietly and somberly remember the man who had died so you would be here today and not in the ground alongside him.
To say you’d always been “different” felt somehow shallow and silly. To say you’d been cursed was perhaps more true to point. You knew little of your life before the age of five, only that you were born to the lights and bustle of Coruscant and when your parents had died during the Resistance conflict with the Empire, you were shipped off to an orphanage who in turn packed up and moved to the Outer Rim planet of Lah’mu. The Empire paid incentives for settlers to take on the harsh landscape of the planet, the orphanage using its charges as little more than hired hands.
You hadn’t minded the dark rainy skies, finding they were easier on your light sensitive eyes, a genetic gift from your Miraluka father, who had been born with none. But that was not the only gift he had granted you with.
You dreamt of a man. Older, wiser than most and with a gracefulness to his moments and his thoughts you’d had never seen before. Through the dreams he had found you and explained to you the existence of a force. An energy that lived through all things, that lived in him, lived in you. Lived in the planet and the plants atop it as well as the rocks beneath.
Caston Rik was his name and he bought you from the orphanage, braided three strands of hair at the base of your neck where it could be pushed back and hidden easily... and called you “Padawan”. The word brought forth memories of a shining temple, of gold and silver and an age of balance and peace. It also brought a feeling of taboo, of dread, for even if you had never heard of the Force, you knew the word “Jedi” all too well tied to the word “Inquisitor”.
And that was how it all came to end. Fifteen years old and orphaned again by the red plunge of a saber through Caston’s heart.
You took everything he taught you, everything you had learned and buried it down beneath the sands of Tatoonie, your newest home.
Farming was pretty much the same no matter where you were in the verse, even if it was for metal parts instead of plants or moisture. Junk trading was an easy enough job. You’d learn how to spot a good compressor, a functioning booster or so-so thrust coil. And it felt good to take something back from the Empire, to build something new and beneficial for the people rather than a Destroyer or a blaster.
You’d spent years enough now on Tatoonie that you appeared every bit as native as the rest, skin warmed by the sun. Not much happened at Mos Eisley and you had begun to like it that way.
And that of course is always when things would go spectacularly to hell.
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It all started with a ship. Not a fine piece of machinery, but a ship all the same. Held together with metal and sheer force of will. You spent only a passing moment eyeing the haul and the several imperfections that dotted it's surface. Evidence of shoot outs. Of tight squeezes. Of in general, either some pretty fine piloting or some of the worst. Depended on how you judged success.
Peli was hunkered down near the landing gear, flanked by a few droids as sparks flew around her. At your approach she paused, flicking up her welding helmet to reveal a soot streaked face you’d come to know and admire.
“Still kickin’ huh?” she said with a smile, turning to look at the scrappily constructed bag you dragged behind you.
“Those my parts?”
“Those your parts.” you said, smiling with pride.
“Let’s take a look! You, take this--” she handed the welder to one of the droids, “Don’t weld yourself to the haul. Guy hates droids, remember? Alright. Let’s see what you got.”
You followed Peli to a work table, picking up the bag and setting it with some care onto the surface before the older woman untied it and pulled out the product within.
“Not bad, not bad. You sand spray off the rust?”
“Always do. Corrosion wasn’t too severe to start with that deep inside the Destroyer.”
“How far’d you crawl in that thing?”
“A ways.”
In truth, it hadn’t been difficult at all when one could simply reach out, find the device they were looking for and then move aside debris and fallen haul walls with your mind. But that wasn’t a trick you were prepared to share.
“Surprised it ain’t been picked clean alrea-- sweet damn!” Peli exclaimed, pulling out a smooth metal barrel about the size of a small keg.
“Is this…?!”
“Alderaanian white. Probably the last container in the whole galaxy.”
“This was in there?!”
“Yep. Commander’s quarters under about three tons of scrap metal. Figured you knew someone who could help me move it and we’d settle on a percentage.”
“Hell, it ain’t a part, but it’ll buy some! You got it. Let me talk with some folks and we’ll get a buyer.”
You nodded, “90 percent finder fee.”
“70.” Peli countered without so much as looking up from the container.
“85.”
“80 and I throw in a speeder.”
“Done.” you said with a sharp nod, taking the hand Peli offered you with a smile. You could probably have easily bought a speeder with the funds, but Peli’s quality was without question in these parts. The wine would make a tidy profit hopefully, enough to maybe book passage closer to the mid-rim.
Your senses sharpened, honing into a presence that you’d failed to notice approaching. That was odd. No one snuck up on you, no one. And yet when you turned, there was… no one there.
There was a tugging at your boot, drawing your eyes down to a tiny green creature with bat-wing sized ears.
The creature cooed happily, lifting up its hands and jumping a bit as a child did when it wanted to be picked up.
“Um…” you turned to Peli for guidance but found the woman busy working through the other bits and parts of your bag. Looking around and seeing no parent, you gently bent down and picked the small creature up.
“De wanna wanga. Hi chuba du naga?” you said, but to your surprise, the child did not respond, simply tilting his head and squeaking.
“You don’t speak Huttese, little guy?”
“Ah! No. He’s just a baby. Doesn’t speak a word yet.” Peli said, noting your visiter. She looked around with a frown.
“Must have gotten away from his dad. Where did that hunk of beskar get to?”
You gave Peli a confused frown of your own, gently bouncing the child in your arms to his delight as he squealed and shrieked happily. Before you could advance forward to ask Peli more about the baby who had wandered into her shop, a voice, modulated and terse called out.
“Put him down.”
Now Peli’s words made sense. Beskar. Lots and lots of Beskar. It was impossible not to hide the awe in your eyes as your mouth threatened to drop open at the sheer weight of credits this man wore on his body.
The Mandalorian strided forward, hand on his hip. The child in your arms resisted your attempts to put him down on the floor below, fussing and holding tight to your sun bleached clothes.
“Put him down.”
“I’m trying.”
Peli spoke up thankfully, “Relax, Mando. She’s good people. Brought the parts to fix your ship right up.”
If the Mandalorian had relaxed, it was by so small a fraction it was lost to your eyes. His hand came away from his blaster though and that was all that mattered. The child settled once again, content to remain where he was.
“You shouldn’t go up to strangers.” the Mandalorian’s voice was low and chiding, directed at the child, who blinked up at him with a smile. Seemingly unimpressed (it was hard to tell beneath the helmet) the Mandalorian held out his hands expectantly. The child made a faint noise but did not go to him.
You heard the click of the Mandalorian’s tongue against the roof of his mouth as he reached out further still and you tried to pass the child into his waiting hands. The child screeched in fury.
“Fine!” he said with a huff and brushed passed you without a second glance, “But don’t wander off again.”
The child giggled and turned its large dark eyes up to you. Something… something inside your heart softened at his face, feeling something familiar and nostalgic somehow despite never having seen a creature like him before.
With his small hands, he reached up towards your face and you felt obligated to lean down, to let him press his tiny palms to your cheeks. He cooed happily and closed his eyes… and the Force moved within you for the first time in more than half a decade.
#star wars#fanfiction#star wars fanfic#mando x reader#mando x f!reader#din djarin x reader#din djarin x f!reader#i mean i can barely call it that because THERE IS LITERALLY NOTHING ROMANTIC ABOUT THIS SCENE#reader is a force sensitive person#and a little bit trained#honestly its less a reader and more an OC but reader fic gets read more than oc fic#the Mandalorian#the mandalorian fanfiction
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WARNING! MANDALORIAN S.2 SPOILERS!
cool i needed to rant
things i did in the end of the last episode:
- cry when i realised that grogu was going to have to leave mando’s side and since attachment is forbidden to jedi they might never see each other again
- scream loudly when i saw the combination of TheChanelBoots™️, a green lightsaber, and one black glove
- inhale very loudly when luke took off his hood and because good looks run in the skywalker family and i am a disaster of a bisexual
- start crying again when grogu didn’t want to leave and mando took off his helmet
- scream when i saw R2-D2 because honestly he’s bae
- cry about my favourite family of mando, boba, cara, grogu, fennec and fett being broken up
- laugh at bib fortuna, who has not been ageing well, and say ‘de wanna wanga’ in my best impression a la RotJ
- fan my face energetically with both hands when fennec and boba show up because i was that excited
- screech when i saw the ‘The Book of Boba Fett’ thing
- get yelled at by my family for being vv emotional
thus ends my rant
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some andor sketches because the narkina 5 arc was absolutely mind-fucking
#they're so crooked lmao KINO ESPECIALLY#sorry I just couldn't figure andy serkis' face. it's different from anything I've ever drawn#I'll draw him so much that my muscles will learn it and then he'll be forever alive in my art <3 :'))#jfjdjdjs I hate that cassian's nose is too long I fucked up#and i tried a new brush and it looks cool in the program but awful when it gets to the phone#whatever. they were just a 1-hour sketch each; so I guess I shouldn't complain#andor series#andor#cassian andor#andor show#kino loy#star wars#star wars art#art#de wanna wanga#theuserdilemma
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i just remembered that i had had my tablets browser open on de wanna wanga for like a month in january
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