let’s see how many transphobics we can weed out
pairing; frankie morales x reader summary; just some meet-cute fluff with frankie. you work up in a restaurant near where frankie likes to go backpacking. over a few months of talking, you start to catch feelings. rating; g warnings; a little bit of light angst? which is resolved pretty quickly. word count; 4.3k
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yall better be just as outraged about this as you were about notre dame
summary: Taking a bath with Din leads to a lovely question.
pairings: Din Djarin x Reader, The child
warnings: nudity but no smut, fluffffffff, baby yoda eating a butterfly (!?)
words: 1089
MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES
She is gone. His heart stops beating and he takes a deep horrified breath. Din sits up on their shared cot and lets his gaze wander through the razor crest as if she would appear out of thin air. But she is nowhere to be seen.
Quickly, the mandalorian leaves the bed in full armor. He didn‘t take off his beskar, even though (Y/n) told him many times that this can‘t be comfortable. It can be indeed bothersome sometimes but they were only laying down for a short nap.
Din looks everywhere but (Y/n) isn‘t in the razor crest. She must be somewhere outside, on this strange planet – all alone. The child is looking at the mandalorian with his big eyes and cooes when his father picks him up.
With the help of his helmet, Din can see (Y/n)s foot prints and follows them with quick steps. His mind starts to wander and think about every terrible thing that could have happened to his love. But those thoughts disappear when he runs inside a cave and finds her naked in a well.
The sun shines through the open cave ceiling and illuminates (Y/n)s beauty. She looks like one of those mythical nymphs with her wet hair and peaceful face.
Din sighs relieved and starts to smile. Only when he sets the child down, does (Y/n) notice him. She jumps a little and tilts her head aside. There is no need for her to cover her nudity because the water is murky.
“Did you check it for monsters?“, Din asks as he starts walking towards the spring, followed by his son. His helmet notices no other living forms than (Y/n)s.
“Did you just look at my ass?“, (Y/n) asks almost appalled but grins nevertheless. She loves to tease her mandalorian lover. Slowly, she swims to the edge of the well to greet her son.
“No.“
“You did! I saw it!“
“You can‘t even see my face!“
Both laugh. (Y/n) splashes water at the child who giggles happily. But then the child discovers a butterfly and runs after it.
“Why don‘t you come in and join me?“, (Y/n) asks the mandalorian warrior and follows him with her eyes. Din walks around the well and kneels in front of his love. He places one of his gloved hands on (Y/n)s face and caresses her cheek with his thumb.
“He will be alright“, (Y/n) says as she follows Dins worried gaze towards their son. The mandalorian sighs and walks to the pile of clothes belonging to (Y/n).
While the female watches the child trying to catch the butterfly, Din starts taking off his beskar and clothes. After some time the only thing on his body is his helmet.
The moment the water touches Dins aching body he sighs and closes his eyes. He can‘t remember the last time he felt so calm.
The mandalorian walks to his love and wraps his strong arms around (Y/n)s waist, leaning the forehead of his helmet against her shoulder. (Y/n) wraps her delicate fingers around Dins hand and raises it out of the water, kissing the tattoo between thumb and index finger.
One of her lovely giggles make Din look up an watch his son swallow the last bite of the yellow butterfly. He sighs deeply and lets his free hand wander all over (Y/n)s body, caressing every inch of it.
“We should give you more food so that you don‘t have too eat insects, ad‘ika“, (Y/n) realizes and pets the childs little head when he arrives at the spring. Din smiles at the mandalorian nickname.
The child yawns and loses his balance, almost falling inside the murky water. Luckily, Din has fast reflexes and catches the little one before he can touch the water.
“Nap time“, the mandalorian says with his modulated voice and leaves (Y/n)s side. He places the child on a makeshift bed out of his clothes. His cloak gets draped over the childs small body and only after a few seconds he is asleep.
“At least his eating habits make him fall asleep quickly“, (Y/n) whispers with a sweet smile next to Din and caresses one of the childs ears.
After some time she turns her full attention back to the mandalorian who is leaning against the edge of the well. His arms are wide open on the edge and almost inviting (Y/n) to come closer. The beskar helmet is slightly tilted backwards and reflects the blue sky.
(Y/n) swims to her lover and places both her hands on the mandalorians chest. Droplets of water roll from his neck until they meet the water surface.
“Do you trust me?“, (Y/n) asks after a while and stares at the visor of the beskar helmet which moves from looking at the sky towards her face.
“Of course“, Din responds immediately, not understanding why his love would ask him such a question. He watches (Y/n) close her eyes and move her hands from his chest to his helmet. Din jerks away out of instinct. The female takes her hands from the cold metal with an expression full of regret. But then the mandalorian takes her small hands in his and takes off his helmet with (Y/n)s help.
Her eyes stay closed because she would never dare to hurt Dins trust. The mandalorian puts his helmet aside and while one of his hands pulls (Y/n) closer, the other caresses her neck. Her wet hair still feels soft against his fingers.
With happiness filling her whole body, (Y/n) grabs Dins face and starts to laugh with a few happy tears falling from her closed eyes. It‘s not the first time for her to touch his face but it feels magical every time.
Their foreheads and noses touch. And then finally, their lips meet in a passionate and fierce kiss. They can’t stop because the feeling of the other so close, is what makes them feel whole. Din never thought he would ever trust someone but here he is, kissing the person he loves the most.
“Marry me“, Din says between kisses and widens his eyes because he can‘t believe he just said that out loud. He is thinking about it every day but never really thought he would ask (Y/n).
Although (Y/n) is shocked, she doesn‘t open her eyes but stops kissing her lover. Silence fills the cave and the couple stops every movement – their foreheads still touching. Before Din can apologize, (Y/n)s lips lay on his once again.
And she whispers the word yes again and again – with so much love.
It is currently 6:14 am where I am. I’m in the mid west of the USA. Crying over that fact that I will lose my rights as a woman. My husband who is also awake and getting ready for work. Can’t grasp the dread I feel.
Im terrified and I feel sick. I just wanted to have a home and maybe some kids. But that is definitely NOT going to happen. I’m terrified to have children now. I already can’t afford to live and it will be even worse.
I hope that the people who didn’t vote will get to know that their vote would’ve mattered.
My husband has in not so many words told me I’m being dramatic because I have been looking at visas to work in other countries. I already wanted to leave America. This bullshit just solidifies my want to leave.
(If anyone who is non American can give info on visas for your country it would be appreciated.)
On another note: ⤵️
This is the one and only time I’m coming back to post on tumblr. I stopped posting or wanting to post because there was a ton of fandom drama on this hellsite. (What’s new)
ANYWAY!
To my fellow Americans who are also terrified I’m with you and I’m here for a chat if you need someone to talk to. If you feel you can’t talk to anyone you can talk to me. I’m giving you the biggest hugs I have to offer!
We WILL get through this! I know it!
This is why I don’t tell 99% people im bisexual
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I think we’re all aware of how much of a hold Rough Day by has on the Din/Pedro fandom. It’s had countless pieces of fanart, recommendations, fan videos, and so on. It’s everywhere. You can’t go on any social media platform without seeing it. It’s basically its own fandom at this point; some fans are so loyal to the fic that they claim that it’s the “best” of Din fics and compare other people’s writing to it.
And now, people are comparing my art to it.
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first person fic: I-
me: I did nothing. you are not me. fuck you.
second person fic:
me: oh shit maybe i did do that
Pairing: Marcus Pike x F!Reader Rating: M Word count: 3,000 Notes: So, this took a lot longer than I anticipated. Sorry about the almost month-long wait between chapters! This chapter is sort of a roller coaster of sorts but I think a lot gets established in this one. Reblogs appreciated! Warnings: The dinner from hell, mutual pining, awkward situations, kissing, swearing, food mention, alcohol mention
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Despite the fancy survey, changes to the UI and TOS reveal we’re getting the service in the future whether we want it or not. Obviously, Post+ is a terrible idea that is trying to bank revenue on user content. Unlike patreon or onlyfans, tumblr’s primary focus is on FAN content. The legality of this is NOT in the users favor and as the new tumblr TOS states, said users will be entirely liable for whatever legal matters arise.
Besides filling out the survey, it’s time to show tumblr we mean business and show our displeasure by hitting them where it hurts.
Ad revenue.
We’re proposing a 24 hour log off as phase one of this protest.
AUGUST 6th, 2021 12 am Eastern Time (US) 5 am Greenwich Mean Time 6 am Central European Time 8 am Moscow Standard Time 1 pm Australian Western Time 2 pm Japan Standard Time 3:30 pm Australian Central Time 4 pm Australian Eastern Time
AUGUST 5th, 2021
11 pm Central Time (US) 10 pm Mountain Time (US) 9 pm Pacific Time (US)
THE END TIME IS 24 HOURS FROM START TIME!!!
So no posting, no queues, no likes, and no reblogs!
Like this post and share it AS MANY TIMES AS POSSIBLE. Use the hashtags #tumblrlogoff2021 or #postplusprotest on ANY and ALL social media.
Maybe, maybe not. It’s an attempt at doing SOMETHING.
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