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sabineshin · 9 months

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i cant get over how they really thought mando s3 would to over well. there’s just no real way they actually thought most viewers gaf about bo katan enough for her to take the leading spot and din djarin (the actual main character) having no arc, growth, or anything of purpose.

it’s just so baffling to push aside the main character in favor of another character who had only been in a total of 2 episodes before this season. i’m so serious when i say i’m not interested in seeing bo katan or really any of the mandos in s3 ever again. after 3 shows of absolute shit writing i just have had enough with her in particular lmao. like i’m sick of things happening to her with no build up and the viewers are just supposed to roll with it. a character across three different shows and in each show she’s fighting someone different to become mand’alor. ENOUGH‼️‼️‼️

and i think the part that made s3 even more grueling was the complete lack of chemistry din and bo had. i was excited to see s3 to see DIN, and to see how his story would progress - he had no progression, and most of his scenes were with a character who he has no chemistry with. i’m not even talking about romance because i don’t think that’s what they were trying to do in s3 at all, they didn’t even have chemistry as friends. their scenes made me feel uncomfortable af and by episode 6 I was skipping around the episodes to avoid the awkward scenes.

in the end the entire season felt awkward because this show has always been about din djarin and grogu first and foremost, and they were both noticeably pushed to the side this time in favor of a character whose had their chance multiple times. if they want to focus on bo katan, then they need make a show about her and not just decide she’s the main character now on another character’s show. and i need people to stop with the “the mandalorian was never about only din djarin/it’s called the mandalorian not din djarin” bullshit because y’all know DAMN WELL din djarin has been the lead since s1. it opened with him and has followed HIM since. even in s2 when a bunch of characters were introduced, it still felt like it was his show and he had an actual arc. it wasn’t until s3 when he was noticeably not the focus anymore.

anyway. i’m happy s3 ended with him not bothering to say goodbye to anyone and just going to nevarro with only grogu so they can start nazi hunting for the new republic. this allows them to more easily get involved in thrawn’s mess and the ghost crew. i much rather him just interact with ahsoka, hera, sabine, zeb and ezra instead tbh like for one i already know din has ACTUAL chemistry with ahsoka and their scenes don’t make me feel uncomfortable so that’s already a plus. and then grogu can be BFFs with jacen or something. just don’t try that shit you did in s3 ever again jon favreau im so serious

#the mandalorian critical #anti bo katan #s3 was such a massive waste of my time

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ackermanbitch · 1 year

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i’m a very anxious bean at the moment and would love some din fluff. Maybe something where reader has a panic attack and he calms her down and holds her :’) 💕 that’s my dream at the moment tbh

sorry youre dealing with some anxiety, that shit blows :( and im sorry i answered this so so late <33 i rewrote it like four times- also im sorry if this is angstier than you wanted, i cant write abt a panic attack in a super fluffy way sbhsbvwj

din djarin x gn!reader (anxiety comfort)

warnings: depiction of an anxiety attack, hurt/comfort, fluffy ending, honestly more reader crying alone than din im sorry hsbhud

(this is pre-grogu btw)

You paced the hold of the Razor Crest, arms wrapped around your stomach.

He said five days. Two days to get to the bounty, one day to catch him and two days to get back. That's five days. It's been seven. You know somewhere in the back of your mind that he's most likely fine, just late. He's strong and he's smart and one of the best damn bounty hunters there are but he's just a person.

A person covered in beskar.

Also a person with weak points.

You brought your palms to push against your eyes, some weak attempts to stop the tears that were already rolling down your face. You stopped your pacing, your breath picking up fast and blood rushing in your ears.

He's been this late before.

Barely standing on his own two legs and dragging a mauled bounty behind him. You could never get that imagery out of your head, the sight of him collapsing at your feet, the blaster shot that revealed itself when you peeled back the cloth that covered the spots his armor couldn't.

What if he couldn't make it to the Razor Crest this time? What if he was face down in the desert only a few miles away, staining the orange sand a dark red?

You should just get your shit together and go look for him but your feet were glued to the floor, your palms still pressed against your eyes, unrelenting tears flowing down your face from beneath them. Heavy sobs wracked your shoulders as you tried to conjure some logical reasoning as to why he's most likely fine but you just couldn't. You'd convinced yourself he was lying out in that sand, his skin gone cold with life fleeting from those eyes that you'd never even seen.

God, you'd never see his eyes. You never even wanted to until the possibility that you never could presented itself. You fell onto your ass, crying harder with your hands over your mouth instead of your eyes, staring blearily at the ladder leading up to the cockpit. All you could do was sit here and cry while Din might be fighting for his life, you are so pathetic.

That word blared in your mind over and over and over again as you cried on the floor, gasping for breath every few seconds. Your head started to pound from the endless crying, your stomach twisting as well.

A hissing and a clunk sounded behind you, a familiar, comforting noise that signaled the opening of the hatch. You scrambled to your feet, stumbling slightly as Din oh so casually strolled into the Crest, no mauled bounty behind him, no blood pouring from his side.

"What happened?"

"Where's your bounty?"

Your words overlapped but he answered your question first nonetheless, "The client was nearby so I didn't bother with bringing him back just to freeze him in carbonite. What happened?"

Seeing him talk so calmly about something you were just sobbing on the floor about was slightly sobering.

"Nothing- happened. I was just-... it's been seven days. I thought it would only take five." You croaked, your voice cracking on your last word, the utter embarrassment forcing your gaze to his dusty boots.

Din sighed lightly, bringing a gloved hand to the back of your neck and pulling you into his armor clad chest, less pulling and more meeting you in the middle.

"I'm sorry." You mumbled into the space between his pauldron and his neck, "I get so worked up so quickly, and two days is pretty fucking late-"

"I know."

You brought your arms up around his torso, gripping his cape until your knuckles burned. As much as you tried to will them to stop, tears sprung back into your eyes anyway, "Maker, I am so pathetic. You're gone for two-two extra days and I break d-"

"You are not pathetic, you're thinking realistically if anything." He cut you off, one of his hands beginning to run up and down your back in a soothing rhythm. "Even I would get nervous if you were that late."

You stayed silent for a moment, momentarily letting up your death grip on his worn cape. "I really thought something was wrong, Din. That.. I don't know, it was so dumb." You cried, every thought of him lying dead in the sand flooding your head once more.

He gently pulled your head from its place on his shoulder, instead bringing his helmet to rest against your forehead. "I'm okay, cyar'ika. I promise." He held one hand against the back of your head, another on your bicep. "I'll give updates next time, okay?"

You frowned slightly, pulling back. "Or I could just... go with you?" You smiled hopefully, "On every hunt, not just some of th-"

"You're pushing it."

You laughed tearily, pushing a hand against his helmet to escape from his embrace but his arms didn't let up, pulling you back against his front.

"And I thought I missed you." You muttered, not minding this side of Din one bit.

#din djarin x reader #pedro pascal x reader #mandalorian #mandalorian x reader #mando x reader #hurt comfort #din djarin comfort

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