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they-bite · 1 year

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miscellaneous things i appreciate about wendell & wild:

-the nuance built into kat’s punkness. yes, she absolutely is a contrarian rebellious teenager, but it’s also genuinely how she’s always been. it’s not portrayed as rebellion for rebellion’s sake, it’s kat’s way of reasserting her identity and her connection to her parents when she’s spent years having her choices stripped from her.

-how many of the characters like kat. raúl sees a kindred spirit. siobhan wants to be her friend and is being kind in the way she knows how. sister helley reaches out to her even before she becomes a hell maiden. wendell & wild are in awe of her. ms. hunter doesn’t let her position prevent her from treating kat like an individual with agency and importance. it’s heartening that kat, a character defined by guilt both personal and state-issued, is coming into a setting where people genuinely want to see her thrive.

-the future sequence where it’s revealed she stays in rust bank and helps restore it to its former glory made me cry. it’s what they all deserve.

-no one has any “it’s my style” excuses for whitewashing when w&w gave us a litany of black characters with individually distinct features.

-even the demons have more emotional intelligence than your average corporate CEO.

-“you don’t get to smack me”

-when all that’s left of the memory monster is the memory of losing her parents, kat hugs it, letting it dissolve into her. she’s acknowledging that the choices she’s made and the things that’ve happened to her have gotten her to this point, but she’s absolving herself of the guilt — embracing her past instead of hating herself for it.

-raúl’s struggles as a trans boy aren’t framed as oppression porn. siobhan’s accidental deadnaming is just that — an accident— and undoubtedly one she’ll learn from in the future. his mother supports him without reservation. kat doesn’t even make note of it. they could’ve easily added catty smiles, tired sighs and “wait, you’re trans?” moments, but they didn’t. raúl is a human being whose transness informs his life without being crushed by it.

-siobhan’s arc is wonderful. she doesn’t become kat and raúl’s personal savior, she doesn’t angst over what she has to do, the story never becomes about her — but she uses her position (read: her class privilege) to do what she can. she becomes part of the solution.

-i know the last two points read like “duh, everyone should be doing that” but it’s such a relief to have a film get these things right, unapologetically so and without a core of virtue signaling. it’s nice to not have the stories we want told held for ransom, then declawed by producers because pissing off uninspired rich people would be bad for business.

#wendell and wild #wendell & wild spoilers #w&w #kat elliot #siobhan klaxon #no i will not shut up about this movie thank u

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firstfullmoon · 11 months

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hi pauline - my friend is trying to get into poetry (and reading in general) but hasn't really read much, and i was wondering if you know any poems/poets that are good for a beginner?

oh man I remember the first thrills of poetry creeping up on me. here is a list of good poems for beginners that have been sweeping me off my feet for years and will hopefully do the same to your friend. most poets mentioned here are really great for beginners in my opinion so feel free to explore more of their works

“Wild Geese” by Mary Oliver

“The Thing Is” by Ellen Bass

“How to Not Be a Perfectionist” by Molly Brodak

“A Blessing” by James Wright

“Having a Coke with You” by Frank O’Hara

“What the Living Do” by Marie Howe

“Gate A-4” by Naomi Shihab Nye

“Stolen Moments” by Kim Addonizio

“Ode to Friendship” by Noor Hindi

“Wish” by W. S. Merwin

“The Great Blue Heron of Dunbar Road” by Ada Limón

“Elegy for My Sadness” by Chen Chen

“When I Tell My Husband I Miss the Sun, He Knows” by Paige Lewis

“For M” by Mikko Harvey

“Try to Praise the Mutilated World” by Adam Zagajewski

“Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong” by Ocean Vuong

“[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]” by e.e. cummings

“Small Kindnesses” by Danusha Laméris

“Good Bones” by Maggie Smith

“The Peace of Wild Things” by Wendell Berry

“Please Read” by Mary Ruefle

“Grass Moon” by Matthew Dickman

“O Small Sad Ecstasy of Love” by Anne Carson

“Mountain Dew Commercial Disguised as a Love Poem” by Matthew Olzmann

#long ass list I apologize #w #poetry compilation

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theres-a-body-here · 1 month

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hey um trans dude here um looks at u w my big round eyes. could you do some characters of ur choice reacting to their trans male partner wanting to/getting a phalloplasty? im working to get one myself which inspired me to send this ask

I love my trans followers

TW: A homophobic slur, Mentions of surgery and Dysphoria/Dysmorphia

Characters: Ramattra, Asgore, Mohg, Wendell

Wendell is more of a crackpost

Ramattra

When you tell him, he'll be quiet as he thinks for a while

"I'll be back," he says as he abruptly stands and leaves the room

Your heart sinks as you fear the worst

He comes back within minutes and drops a book into your lap before sitting next to you

Confused, you flip it open only to yelp and drop it

It's a dick catalog

An Omnic dick catalog to be exact

He chuckles as he likes it back up

"There are a few exquisite models here, pet. Let's get you one."

He flips to a page and shows you

It's the model he has

Your face burns, hiding your face in your hands as you lean on him

"You're awful," you whine

You peak through your fingers

"Do they have glowing ones?"

"let's see"

Ramattra will be there throughout the surgery, making sure nothing goes wrong

If you ever feel dysphoric, he'll immediately start to comfort you

"Sweet, beautiful boy, I'm so proud of you"

Asgore Dreemurr

He's so happy for you

Be prepared to be pulled into a crushing bear hug

He's with you every step of the way

He'll sit down with you and plan out everything. From the days before the surgery to the aftermath and recovery

However, he'll be sure to mention any monster magic options for you to consider

Whatever you pick in the end, he'll support you

Plenty of kisses and cuddles throughout the process

He knows surgery is scary for humans, so he's sure to make you comfortable every chance he gets

Tea, snacks, and massages galore

After you get your surgery, Asgore will be a nervous wreck

Doting on you like a mother hen, he won't leave your side for a second

Mohg, Lord of Blood

The moment you tell him, he'll have his followers work on finding ways to give you a dick

Riiiighhttt after you give him a few heirs

Unless you don't want to

He'll be pouty but ultimately respects your decision

Him and Varre are your biggest support pillars before and after the process

Mohg literally doesn't let you do anything by yourself

He carries you around everywhere you need to be

"You shouldn't waste your energy, dearest"

Varre will be even worse

"What size would you prefer your phallus to be, lambkin?"

After the surgery, Mohg will keep you in his bed for a long time

Even when you're fully healed, he'll insist you stay resting

Cage his arms around you and nuzzle close like a clingy puppy

Wendell

He's a bit confused, but after explaining it to him, he'll definitely be your number one supporter

"Is there a dick store we go to or...?"

Yeah he's still a bit confused

He'll cling to you during matches and ask you tons of questions

Even during gunfire

"OMG, can we get matching dicks?"

Please be patient with him

If there's time between the storm moving, he'll be sure to give you lots of attention

"MY BOYFRIEND'S GETTING A DICK!"

He screams out in the empty building you two are stocking up in

Or so you thought

"You homos make me sick," a voice calls out, the clacking of heels hitting the floor echo through the area

You two turn to the voice

"INTERNATIONAL POP SENSATION ARIANA GRANDE?!?!?!?" You both exclaim in unison

"Yuh," she says, whipping her hair as she aims a bazooka at you two

#male!reader #trans reader #ftm reader #male reader #Wendell x reader #wendell fortnite #asgore dreemurr x reader #asgore dreemurr #asgore x reader #ramattra x reader #ramattra #mohg lord of blood #mohg x reader #elden ring x reader #overwatch x reader #fortnite x reader #undertale x reader

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Creator Spotlight: Pablo Lobato

Pablo Lobato was born in Trelew, Patagonia, Argentina, in April 1970. He studied graphic design at Universidad Nacional de La Plata, as well as Painting and Engraving. He moved to Buenos Aires to work as a graphic designer in the editorial field. After five years, he got bored and decided to give one more chance to his true love: portraits. Represented by Anna Goodson, he started working as a collaborator in magazines and newspapers: Rolling Stone, The New Yorker, Wired, New York Times, Entertainment Weekly, TV Guide, and The Village Voice, among others. His work has been featured in Illustration Now Vol.3 and Portraits! by Taschen editorial. Lobato has taken part in numerous collective exhibits in Argentina, the United States, Italy, Chile, and Portugal.

Check out our interview with Pablo below!

Can you take us through a day in the life of working on a project like Wendell & Wild?

I worked on this project during the lockdown because of the COVID pandemic, so I was home all of the time. My days consisted of zooms with director Henry Selick, work, play with the kids, work, make dinner, watch a series on Netflix, work, and more work. While everyone was trying to figure out what to do with their free time, I was working like never before.

What was the inspiration behind the character designs in Wendell & Wild, and which character was the most challenging or interesting to develop?

Each character was inspired by different people or things. Wendell and Wild are caricatures of Keegan Michael Key, and Jordan Peele. The inspiration for Kat was a blend between the Afropunk movement and ancient African masks. Manberg could be an Israeli Marlon Brando.

What do you wish you had known when you first started out creating art that you know now?

How to be a character designer!!! This was my first time, so I had to learn in the process.

What is one habit you find yourself doing a lot as an artist?

I find myself looking for new things all the time, finding new directions to go in, and making mistakes.

How many unfinished/WIP pieces do you have? Care to share a sneak peek..?

Hundreds!!!!!

How has your style developed over the years?

At the beginning, my work was very sketchy—very rough. Then, I started using the computer, and everything was cleaner and more geometric. Now, I think I’m going back to more organic shapes.

What does your work set up look like?

It’s a mess. Please don’t ask me for pictures. I will never show it.

How has technology changed the way you approach your work?

It was a big change when I first started using the computer. But technology keeps growing, and I’m using the same old software as 20 years ago.

Who or what on Tumblr inspires you and why?

I appreciate the diversity that Tumblr has. Thousands and thousands of different art projects popping in front of your eyes. It’s like a brainstorm on your screen.

Thank you so much for stopping by, Pablo! Check out his work with Netflix’s Wendell & Wild over at @netflix!

#creator spotlight #artists on tumblr #pablo lobato #wendell and wild #netflix

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shelbgrey · 8 months

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Comedy short: who broke the coffee pot?(Bones)

Paring: reader x jeffersonian staff

Summary: cam wants to know who broke the coffee pot.

A/n: bones requests are open!

MasterList

Cam called a staff meeting today... No one would have ever predicted that it would be about a broken coffee pot. Not a corpse, not a piece of broken bone, but a broken pot.

They all stood around the broken coffee pot confused, in the coffee maker it's self was large beaker from the lab in place of the pot. All of us minus Bones, she was aggravated she was taken away from her work for this.

“So...” Cam said crossing her arms “Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.” she said softly looking at everyone.

Everyone stayed silent as Seeley and Lance walked in confused. Lance walked up next to y/n looking at the broken glass. Before he could ask what happened y/n sighed when she saw everyone's silent panic and spoke up.

“...I did. I broke it.” y/n said trying to save who's ever ass broke it.

Cam shook her head and sighed “No. No you didn't, you don't even drink coffee. Dr. Hodgins?”

Jack looked insulted that she would even mention him, did he not relize how many beakers he's broken in the Lab? “Don't look at me. Look at Wendell”

The blond look bewildered and gave Jack a dirty look before turning to Cam. “What?! I didn't break it.”

Jack hummed and looked at Cam like he cracked the case “Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?”

Wendell started to get annoyed, he rubbed his fave then pointed to the broken glass “Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.”

Jack shrugged “Suspicious.”

“No, it's not!” Wendell said shaking his head. Cam, who just wanted an answer sighed right back and looked towards Seeley who interjected.

“If it matters, probably not, but Lance was the last one to use it.” y/n and Lance both looked at him shocked.

“Liar! I don't even work here!” Lance said stepping away from the group.

“Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart last night?” Seeley asked in joking matter, he wasn't really trying to blame him.

“Because Brennan asked me to get her a cup of coffee while I got y/n her tea. They were both working late last Everyone knows that, Booth” Lance quickly said and his story check out.

Angela sighed and put her hands up “Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Cam”

Cam stoped her and held up the lose handle “No! Who broke it!?”

Everyone stayed quiet, they all shared glances just waiting for someone to crack. Jack's eyes fell on Bones who was now checking her watch.

Jack glanced at Cam “Cam Brennan's been awfully quiet.”

Bones gasped, shocked anyone would accuse her of such accusations “really Dr. Hodgins?!”

Everyone starts arguing after that, the squints and the scientists that is. Lance and Seeley stared, still confused on what just happened. Cam just snickered and walked over to the boys. “I broke it by accident. It burned my hand so I punched it.”

Seeley and Lance started chuckling when they saw y/n throw a hand full of coffee stirrers at Wendell and Jack.

Seeley chuckled. “I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a skull on a stick.”

*Later at the Bureau*

“crap!” James sighed as the sound of glass shattering filled his ears, he quickly looked around for witness hoping no one saw him break the coffee pot in the break room.

Caroline sighed and pulled out her phone from a distance, James didn't see her dialing Cam's number. “Cam, tell me how you handled the coffee pot situation at the jeffersonian”

#Bones x reader #Bones imagines #Seeley Booth x reader #Lance Sweets x reader #Camille Saroyan x reader #Angela Montenegro x reader #Jack Hodgins x reader #Bones headcanons #Temperance Brennan #BONES imagines

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milfbrennan · 6 months

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bones sexuality headcanons

yeah i dont have proof (except angela) i just Know. call it my lesbian spidey senses. disclaimer that those are MY headcanons, you can have your own opinions on those ofc

main characters:

brennan: bi (preference for ugly men... but i digress). she probably started exploring her sexual orientiation in college and came to the conclusion that she's attracted to every gender to varying degrees. she's probably tongue kissed angela a few times pre season 1

booth: cishet ally! ⭐️ he's a bit confused but he's got the spirit, i'll give him that.. bi wife energy start playing whenever he walks into the room

zack: gayboi with a bad case of hero worship for dr brennan. naomi from paleonthology made him realise this isnt really what he'd like to excavate, if you get the gist... ;) (ew)

angela: imo? bi, but it's up to anyone. canon queer and i'm very happy about it

hodgins: bi. putting my foot down on this one- to me, hodgela is bi4bi. one day early into the series angela goes "why is everyone so hot... being bi is so hard" and hodgins is like "yeah, tell me about it" and they have a Oh, You Too? moment

cam: distinguished (ex-disaster) pan. she's all cool and collected now but in middle school she was probably stuttering whenever she saw a pretty girl

sweets: pan. boykisser. i just KNOW. that man is not heterosexual. probably had a few boyfriends in high school too

aubrey: bi? preference for women but in an alternate universe he and sweets are a thing

goodman: token straightie along with booth except i actually like him even tho even tho he took a 2 month sabbatical and never came back

squinterns:

clark: bi. a bit repressed and only realised it after breaking up with nora but as long as he gets there it's fine

daisy: pan. absolute girlkisser. she has the wlw equivalent of whatever zack felt for dr brennan. swaisy is a disaster pan couple.

fisher: pan- and i wont have it any other way. he was 100% checking sweets out when he came over to b&b's in s8, so i like to think when hodgins asks sweets "what is it with you and interns?" in 9x23 he's including fisher

wendell: bi and in a lab au he's dating vincent thank you

vincent: english twink and i think he and wendell should kiss in the lab lost & found

arastoo: straightie but we still love him. pan wife energy since he and cam are married

finn: god, i have No Idea but i have a feeling he doesn't either

wells: aro, and maybe ace too, but fyi even if he wasn't no one would want him

jessica: ... i used to say lesbian but i kinda let the jaubrey of it all get to me... pan vibes perhaps? i'll have to think it over. in another universe she and daisy are a thing too btw

other characters:

caroline julian:... lesbian. no i will not give an explanation for this one. sham marriage and all.

karen delfs: big pansexual energy coming from this random profiler?? i like her

villains: (do not take those seriously, but also...)

pelant: unlabeled. getting strangled by hodgins awoke something in him but he didnt have the time to figure it out between 8x01 and 9x04

taffet: very VERY mean lesbian

epps: heterosexual incel

broadsky: internalised homophobia over booth, clearly

kovac: the man pretended to be married to his sister. i'm not sure i even wanna know

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malehypnofantasy · 4 months

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The restaurant will not open until 5 PM, and Michael knows that. But Master said he's been waiting for him inside the restaurant, so he walked to the security and casually mentioned Master's name, and the burly security guard simply let him pass through the entrance.

As he glanced across the open layout of the restaurant that beautifully blended the indoor and the outdoor, he found a group of men all kneeling on the floor with one suited guy sitting comfortably on the cushioned rattan chair, his hand gently pushes a bobbing buzzcut head of a taut US Colonel that seemed to be quite comfortable sucking on Master's dick. Michael approached the crowd of the 8 men and coughed with his baritone voice

"Master, pardon me for being late,"

"It's okay. You know your punishment after all. Professor Briggs, Mr. Wendell, please help me,"

And just like that, the suited businessman and also the hunky economics professor grabbed Michael and tackled him to the ground. They then stripped themselves off while also ripped apart Michael's clothes. Master glanced at them one more time and then instead grabbed Michael's arm

"I think you'll look cuter sucking my dick. Take this buzzcut bimbo instead, you two," the Master said as he comfortably slapped the colonel with his socked feet and then make Michael dropped to the floor

"Do what you do best, boy,"

And he simply obliged as he opens his mouth and let the slick uncut cock of his Master impaled his throat. A rather typical slow day for the Master that starts to get weary with his collection, hence the planned party later where he will convert more people to be his dumb muscle toy to play with

#male mind control #male puppet #male hypno #male hypnosis

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gothamslostboy · 7 months

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Can i request bones characters and their pets headcannons?

OMG YES OF COURSE YOU CAN

Brennen

She’s against pets in general but if she had to pick one she’d choose a monkey

But after researching it and realizing she doesn’t have the adequate amount of time to care for one she lets booth get a dog

Has to be one that’s known for its intelligence tho

Booth

A dog man through and through

Specifically a high energy breed he can take for runs

Also likes to play fetch with it

Teaches it tricks

Constantly gets lectures from Brennen every time he says they have the smartest dog

Wants to let it lay in the bed but Brennen says no

He sneaks the dog up after she goes to sleep sometimes

Wendell

I bet you’re thinking dog huh?

Yeah you’re right

He has a American pitbull terrier he adores

Buys her sweaters for the winter

Takes her out to those dog friendly restaurants to play with Booth’s dog while they hang out

Cam

Cat lady 100%

Either a Siamese or a hairless cat

Spoils it with toys and treats, but makes sure it stays at a healthy weight

When no one is around she speaks to it in a baby voice

Arastoo

A cat he found at his local shelter

He doesn’t know what kind of cat it is

Has to take allergy pills because he developed an allergy after he already was attached

Sweets

A hermit crab he keeps in his office

Gets an artist friend to paint new shells based on sci fi movies he likes

Before he picked a name he was calling it buddy, which just kinda stuck

Angela

Likes many animals, but not keeping them

Only got one after Michael-Vincent kept begging

Ended up getting a hedge hog

It curls up in her lap while she paints or draws

Hodgins

Has the hedgehog with Angela obviously

He lets sit on his shoulder when relaxing

Built it a fucking MASSIVE enclosure in their house

This lil thing has so much to play with it’s insane

After a year or two of owning the hedgehog, he convinces Angela to get a tortoise

Who he also spoils

Zack

He bought a beta fish one day bc he thought a pet would make him less lonely but he was scared of all the other species at the pet store

He named it Archimedes

Originally just had it in a glass bowl

Bought it a proper tank after Hodgins explained how bad that is

Hodgins also went with him to pick out things it could hide in

Daisy

Honestly I’m not really sure

Maybe a hamster when she was young

But never got another pet after it died bc she was so sad

Loves Lance’s little hermit crab though

Says hi to it every time she stops by his office

Fisher

An iguana

He brought him into work once and cam made him put it in Hodgins’ bug room

Takes it for walks

It wears a black spiked collar with its leash

Vincent

He has two ferrets and and a set of Guinea pigs

Talks to them for hours telling them all the facts that pop into his head

Carries the ferrets around his body (neck, shoulders, arms, etc)

Talks about them like they are his human children

#bones tv show #bones tv #bones show #glb bones #temperence brennan #seeley booth #wendell bray #camille saroyan #lance sweets #collin fisher #arastoo vaziri #daisy wick #angela montenegro #jack hodgins #zack addy #vincent nigel murray #bones headcanons #headcannons

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burntheedges · 4 months

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to know the light

Din Djarin x gn!reader | word count: 2.1k | ao3

summary: to go in the dark with a light is to know the light.

a/n: this is for the @pedrostories Secret Santa event! I hope you like it, ro!! @lincolndjarin It ended up way more introspective than I planned, but I think it’s still pretty fluffy. The summary is a line from a poem by Wendell Barry, which is quoted at the bottom in full.

tags/warnings: fluff, a teensy bit of angst, introspection, winter, food mention, reader has no description

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There are times when Din is grateful for the helmet.

On days like today, when the sunlight reflecting off the snow drifts is bright enough to burn spots across your vision, when the cold is so sharp you feel like the muscles in your face are frozen and immovable, when the tips of your ears and the bridge of your nose are bitten by the icy wind, well — it’s been a long time since Din actually experienced any of those sensations for himself.

But he almost feels the ghost of them against his skin, watching you.

He watches you squint against the sun and blink away its reflection on the pristine snow, eyes watering. He stands just inside the Crest and touches your face with his bare hands, warming your skin from playing with Grogu out in the cold. He gently applies salve to your wind burns, frown hidden by the helmet as he frets about his inability to protect you from such unjust enemies as cold weather.

He watches, and he wonders. What does it feel like, to have the icy wind howl across your face? To always raise a hand to block the light of the sun? It’s been so long since he’s dealt with such normal, everyday, human concerns. It’s like he’s feeling them for the first time, every time he experiences one through you.

Din loses himself imagining it again as he wades through the snow drifts that are stacked high along the path between the Crest and the nearby settlement. He knows, intellectually, that the midday sun reflecting off of the snow around him is bright and harsh, even as his visor corrects the glare. He knows, as he feels it zip through the small gaps in his cowl and nip at his neck, that the wind is frigid and biting.

But he also knows that the landscape is beautiful. You’d said so, just this morning, as you stood on the open ramp of the Crest and shivered. You’d been bundled up in your warmest clothing and wrapped in a blanket, cradling Grogu against your neck. Din had watched as both of you gasped, awestruck by the sunrise over fields of snow and ice and frost-covered trees, all completely untouched in the morning light.

After you’d gone inside, Din had looked out over the same landscape and wondered what he might be missing.

Looking at it now, he feels the sudden desire to know so strongly that he has to close his eyes and clench his fists to keep them still. He’s becoming a hoarder, and he knows it. Recognizes it, but can do nothing to stop it. He’s greedy, gathering little moments to his chest and holding them there, protecting them. Cherishing them.

He’s hoarding the moments when he looks at things with his own eyes. Without the helmet.

It feels dangerous. It feels like testing his limits, like inviting in a feral lothcat and letting it wind around his legs. Like any moment someone will come in and catch him looking. But every time he looks at you with his own eyes, the outline of you is burned onto his retinas like the sun spots he imagines the bright snow burns on yours.

Eyes still closed as he walks steadily down the path, Din thinks back to the moment from just this morning, when he woke next to you in the bunk on the Crest. He releases the memory from his tight, protective grasp, breathing it in and letting it fill his lungs. He sinks back into the feeling of opening his eyes and finding your face in front of him. The curve of your cheek, the slope of your neck. The whisper of your breath in your sleep. He’d wished, just for a moment, that he could lift your blindfold and look at you in full.

Din’s heart races nervously at the thought, even now.

The memory of that moment, of his eyes tracing paths across your skin with no barrier in the way, glows like an ember inside of his chest. It warms him and it burns him all at once. It’s enough that he barely feels any chill at all as he finally steps around a bend in the path and the small settlement spreads out in front of him.

Din takes a moment to carefully tuck the memory away before he steps across the invisible boundary into the town, alert as always in unfamiliar surroundings.

The town, whose name he has not yet learned, is fully overgrown to bursting with blue and silver decorations for the annual winter festival. It’s the reason you and Grogu had set out without him just hours before while he worked on a few repairs, sorely needed before they could fly to the next planet. He’d watched the interest spark in your eyes and the joy take over Grogu’s face and had nodded immediately, as soon as you suggested exploring the town and seeing what the festival was all about. He can't resist you, not ever, but especially not when he can see the excitement shining on your face. He wishes, briefly, that he could add a memory of your eyes, alight with wonder, to his collection. He pushes the yearning away before he can dwell on it.

Walking through the town, Din tries to imagine what you and Grogu were thinking as you did the same. What did you notice? What drew your eye? He lets his gaze dance across the arches woven from ribbons and winterblooms, down the paths strung with twinkling lights, over the happy faces of the crowd. He knows you were probably smiling, utterly charmed by everything and everyone around you, delighted to explore something new. He can picture it like you’re walking right next to him.

Soon enough, he turns onto the main square. It wouldn’t be noticeable to most, perhaps just you and Grogu, but he is arrested by the sight in front of him, so taken aback that he pauses, just briefly, actually surprised into stillness. The fountain dominating the center of the square has five frothy tiers that reach high above all of the buildings around it. It is completely frozen — almost like they sent it cascading upwards and stopped it at its highest point, preserving it in time. It shines like clear glass in the bright light of the sun. Even the tiny spouts of water dancing in complicated patterns around the edges of the fountain are frozen perfectly, like delicate lace. Din recognizes, somewhere deep in his mind, that he would not have let something like this capture his attention before he met you. The knowledge tugs at something deep inside of his chest, and his hand twitches, almost rising to rub at the spot. He blinks, momentarily stunned, before smoothly continuing his forward motion and scanning the square around him. Looking for you.

It doesn’t take him long to find you.

You and Grogu are at the fountain — you’re sitting on its edge, framed by the graceful slopes of frozen water behind you. You're watching and smiling as Grogu dances along it, waving his tiny hands and swaying. Din notes, distantly, that he’s dancing to the music coming from the stage across the square. He watches as you laugh and play with his son, offering him your gloved finger to help him spin in little joyful circles. He can almost hear Grogu’s giggle from 30 feet away.

You turn your head, and Din moves smoothly to the right to partially shield himself behind a column of flags on the side of a booth. They’re woven from the same ribbons he’s seen decorating every building and booth (and person). He takes the opportunity to simply observe you and his son enjoying each other’s company. He realizes, once he lets his eyes drift away from your faces, that you’re each wearing crowns of winterblooms. He smiles as he imagines the looks on both of your faces when you saw the fountain for the first time.

He knows that as much as he watches you, you also watch him. And so he isn’t surprised when, only a few moments later, you look up again and look right at him, even partially hidden as he is. The smile that blooms across your face has him moving before he even realizes he’s taken a step.

Not towards you, though. Din starts to smirk as he moves, letting his instincts take over to conceal himself in the crowd. He knows you’ve lost sight of him, glances back to find you looking over the crowd with narrowed eyes. You stand, shielding your gaze against the bright winter sun with one hand, but you’re already looking in the wrong direction. He starts to grin and feels the anticipation surge down his spine as he moves slowly around the other side of the fountain.

A few moments later he steps to the side of a small group of dancers and brings his hands up to snake around your waist from behind, pulling you back into his chest. You gasp and Grogu squeals, delighted. Din knows in that moment that if anyone could see his face, they’d know exactly how he feels about you. He wouldn’t be able to hide it, not without the protection of the helmet.

“Din!” You’re laughing, head thrown back to rest on his shoulder. “How do you always do that?” He tucks his face into your neck and enjoys the feeling of you easily sinking into his embrace. He chuckles lowly in your ear and murmurs, “I’m a hunter, cyar’ika. You know how.”

You release a breath and spin in his arms. “You don’t have to hunt me, you know. I’m already caught.” You raise one eyebrow at him and bite down on your smile. He moves his right hand up to cup your cheek and gently frees your bottom lip, smoothing his gloved thumb over it.

“Maybe I just need to be reminded, sometimes.” He can hear his own tone, and notes that it’s thoughtful. Almost wistful. He knows you can hear it, too, and watches as you tilt your head to study him.

You smile again. “Then you should hunt me whenever you like.” You wrap your arms around his waist and step closer into his embrace. “I will always be happy to be caught. To remind you.” He leans forward to press his forehead against your own, briefly, just long enough for both of you to feel the kiss before he steps back.

“How’s the festival?” He looks down at Grogu, who is smiling up at both of you with his little arms raised. Din stoops to pick him up and his son starts babbling what he assumes is the tale of their day so far.

You laugh again. “Well, I think that sums it up.” He shakes his head and huffs out a laugh. “There’s a ceremony in a little while, with lights and food, apparently. We thought we might stick around for that before heading back.” He nods, agreeing with your plan. Grogu cheers.

Din sits on the fountain next to you and listens as you share what you’ve done in your hours apart, and what you have left to explore before the light ceremony. What Grogu liked and how much of the festive blue food he’s eaten (which is, as always, impressive). Where you got the crowns of winterblooms and what has been your favorite thing about the festival so far. What you’ve seen and felt and heard and tasted.

He listens, and looks over the square, tracing your path through your story. He watches in his mind’s eye as you stop at that booth, as you taste those cakes, as Grogu dances with the crowd of children by the small stage. He can see the moments play out in front of him through your eyes and your words and your memories. He’s helpless against the soft smile that takes over his face.

Din knows what he sees through his visor is different from what you and Grogu see, and a small part of him mourns that difference, sometimes. But an even larger part of him has come to understand that knowing it through you is a gift that he never could have asked for, never would have known to look for. He’d never even thought it possible to know the world through someone this way. To know anything or anyone this way.

There are times that Din is grateful for the helmet, but more and more often, lately, there are times when he wishes, with a fervor that frightens him, that he could experience life without it.

But he’s learning to see the galaxy through your eyes and through the eyes of his son. And for now, at least, that is enough.

…

To go in the dark with a light is to know the light. To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight, and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings, and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings.

Wendell Berry, 2007

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