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#please this child is so gender
cosmichahn · 1 year
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LOVE GROWS
Din Djarin x GN!Reader —☆
ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ about: Grogu wanted to see you, and frankly, he isn't the only one who does.
ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ warning/s: none that's disturbing! (no canon typical violence) this oneshot will include love confessions, so yes. (was listening to love grows by edison lighthouse while writing this.) a few mando'a words, but the translations will be shown at the end!
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ִִֶֶָָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ note/s: hello! it takes a while for me to finish writing, and it's my first time writing for din djarin. this might be a little out of character, but i swear i'm trying to write properly for him.
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The distant cooing of Grogu echoed around the ship, pointing at a small crown made of dried and preserved flowers that hung near his hammock. His big black eyes pleading.
It's a free moment anyway, and it's just little Grogu and his dad lurking through the galaxies. Only the engine of the ship functioning is heard, along with his little coos, begging for his father's attention.
Din looks behind him, leaving the controls on autopilot for him to go to his little one. He stands up, seeing Grogu patiently waiting for him to get closer as his little hands wave over the flower crown that felt as if it was protecting him from his nightmares; seeing as it's hanging by his bed.
He can't resist the little bundle of joy's pleas, and he of course will bring him to one of the places that bring the two of them that feeling of home and comfort, adamant that Din refuses to admit it, Endor.
The Mandalorian loves seeing his child happy and comfortable; if Grogu was happy, so was he. Just the two of them against the world… but lately Grogu seems off. Din stressed over not knowing what was going through his mind that sometimes he hoped to have the ability of a jedi to communicate and at least see Grogu's mind.
On the way to Endor, Din welcomes Grogu to sit on his lap, even leaving a little seatbelt for him so he wouldn't fall. It's a quiet journey with only the little one humming a tune that showed his excitement. A tune you once sung to him as he slept in your arms.
Soon enough, the two touch down at the Forest Moon of Endor.
Grogu starts to race Din to the exit, his little feet being too fast. Beneath the helmet, he just smiles. The twinkle in his little Grogu's eyes made his heart swell.
It's evening as they arrive, so patiently, the little one waits for Din outside of the ship. “You're too excited, kid." He chuckles, following behind as Grogu heads for the familiar little cottage that felt like home. It wasn't their house per se, but the person who lived in it was what made it feel like home.
“Grogu?" The warm and familiar voice greets, opening the door before he can even knock with his little hands. 
You. A Jedi.
Wind chimes echo and twirl through his big green ears as he swiftly hugs and tugs on your leg. You carefully pick him up as he snuggles in closer. “We've not seen each other in a while, little one. D'you miss me already?" He nods, tapping on your cheek, engulfing in the warmth.
“Sometimes I think he likes you more than me." Din jokes, crossing his arms afterwards. Somewhere lingers his smile. You can feel it. But you've not seen it, sadly.
“Mando, Mando… He just missed me." You shrug, inviting him to join you inside.
As you hold Grogu in your right arm, the first place you head to is the kitchen, remembering that you just made a batch of wildberry pie. Surely this would satisfy his appetite. A body so small, an appetite so big.
You sit him on one of the chairs, placing the plate of pie in front of him. His smile grows, making his little teeth visible. Before taking a bite, he looks at you happily, giving you a thanks.
While he is busy eating and enjoying his meal, you sit beside Din who was quietly sitting on the couch. 
“So," You give him a suspicious but cheeky look. “this is the third time this month. Odd, isn't it?" Usually they would go here once a month, or sometimes rarely as bounties were always happening.
“Grogu just wanted to see you." Din replies, feeling an invisible lump in his throat before handing you an envelope with little drawings on it that was definitely Grogu's doing. “I have something for you by the way. Well, we." Indicating him and Grogu.
You take it carefully, appreciating the fact that the crayons you gifted the last time they were here got well used. Grogu tried to eat it once, leaving you and Din in a panicked state.
“You sure that's not the only reason?" Teasing him as you poke his armored side a little bit.
“...Yes."
“Ok." It's soft how you said it, and you actually do miss him and want to see him. You miss him everyday which was an overstatement, but you love it every time he and Grogu were here. “Well, it's never too bad to miss a friend."
Remembering the scraps you found when you were looting a couple of abandoned places, you stand up. “Oh! Wait here, I have something for you too." He gets surprised by your sudden movement, but he just waits patiently for you anyway.
“It's a music thing that I found, you just have to insert it in your ship's radio thingy… If you have one of those of course." It looked like a port that could play telegrams like the ones he gets from reports from Karga or Cara. “I designed a little music box to enhance its sound and liven up a room." Ok, you are psyched to let Din see this item you made, and frankly he isn't complaining. It even catches Grogu's attention as he was about to finish his entire plate.
From a random storage room, you pull the music box out then insert the port, the beat of an unfamiliar tune playing. “I don't even know who Rosemary is." You say, seeing Grogu start to sway to the music.
Oh, but love grows where my Rosemary goes…
“So, Din, what do you think?" Questioning him as you get all excited. “Is it nice? It's nice, right?"
“The kid likes it. It's nice." He crosses his arms, the distant light glinting from his helmet as he nods.
The little jedi walks to your leg as he lifts his arms up, wanting you to carry him. Upon shaking your hips to the beat, Grogu looks at his dad.
“No," Din says, crossing his arms. He makes an attempt to intimidate the both of you, but instead, you and Grogu look at each other then giggle. “I will not dance."
Grogu can feel a small, sly smile that begins to grow on Din's face.
A couple of moments pass with you constantly having to carry Grogu because he wanted to dance in your arms and teasing Din when the two of you saw him shake his hips a little bit. Those couple of moments left Grogu tired after a whole day in the hyperspace, longing to see you then relieving that longing shortly.
Din carries Grogu in his arms, leading him into your bedroom where a small hammock hangs beside your bed. Just for him. For Grogu.
Afterwards, you and Din talk in the kitchen, sitting across from each other in the dining area.
“So, that was fun.” You smile, looking at the cup of juice swirling in your hand. It was an exhausting whole day for you, running around doing errands, and ending your day with a surprise arrival by the two people you would trust your life with when this whole galaxy arrived, was the best way of resting from a draining day.
Din knew that when he got Grogu, he knew little to nothing of becoming a father, let alone that of a child who was to only be a bounty for him. But when time passed, the longer he spent moments with Grogu, he knew that he could do it. Or at least try to. The Child wasn’t the only one who benefited and learned from the situation and days they’ve been together as Din also learned in ways which he kept mostly to himself. He wasn’t alone. He’s not alone anymore.
Meeting you was an accident to him, but it was a good accident. It was an evening a couple of years ago where the Razor Crest landed near your house, obviously disrupting your peace. It was a tiring day like this and you just wanted to rest, but it was pouring heavily. You kept your guard up, of course, upon hearing a knock that you assumed was from the recently crashed ship.
You looked annoyed, but still asked him of his intentions. Apparently his ship had a couple of malfunctions where he needed a few parts. Luckily you had extra scrapped stuff that you were about to give out to some Jawas that would visit the place in a few days. A couple of the pieces were what he needed, and you just sold it to him.
He left you that same evening, meeting you accidentally once more at one of the bars where he actually was about to catch a bounty. The rest was a loop of meeting each other in surprising places and somewhat unconventional places until the two of you became friends. Not close friends, but still friends.
“It was fun.” He nods, seeing a glint from his helmet, the kitchen light reflecting on his beskar. He’s quiet, primarily keeping his words short even after knowing each other for quite a couple of years now.
No one says anything after that. It's a comfortable silence between you and Din, like always. You just look at him and wonder what he's thinking of right now. Tilting your head a little on the side while you settle your cup on the table, you furrow your eyebrows.
“Why are you looking at me like that?" Din asks suddenly, tilting his head the same way you tilted yours.
“Nothing."
There's a sense of longing that always went around your head. A longing for him, for some reason. You want him, although for certain he does not want you the same way. You already settle with an early heartbreak, and yet you want to risk every year you've spent seeing him, wanting him to be aware of what you really feel.
“There's something I have to tell you." If now is not the time, then surely that time will never come. It's a risk you're willing to take. “Follow me."
You lead him behind your house where a big tree sprouted in the middle with evergreen leaves, a couple of blue and violet leaves. The atmosphere looked warm, lights illuminating from your house.
“What is it that you want to say?" Din stands near the tree, you follow to stand opposite of him. He anticipates on what you have to say, truthfully he wants to hear such things from you.
It's never common for him to experience such attachment the way Grogu has, but something about those years of meeting you felt as if though he never wants to stop seeing you. He doesn't want to lose you in spite of the fact that he never was yours, nor were you his.
You're a Jedi. He's a Mandalorian. No amount of judgment could withhold such a partnership. Unless he's willing to risk it, unless you're willing to risk it.
Din can't shy away from the fact that his love grows. It continues to do so, and it blooms everyday. He is not admitful of this. Perhaps the vulnerability he is to display to you would give you a sign. You, to him, are different from the rest; with the exception of Grogu, of course. Din knows you would understand that.
“Din, I would go through the deep and dark undergrounds of Mandalore's ruins if it meant that your happiness would be the reward." You clear your throat, feeling that invisible lump that you want to cough out. “You know that, right?"
He grew silent. You immediately regret this. Under all of that hard exterior, that stoic stance, his covered face, is a soft, gentle person.
“I-" The flame in your chest is about to burst, each pump of your heart is firing your body up. Palms sweaty, skin tingling, you don't notice the slight yet noticeable trembling of your body. “Din, I-"
“Cyar'ika," Your eyes grow wide at him, your breaths still unkempt, your eyebrows filled with worry and shame. “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum."
A slight chuckle of nervousness left your lips, your eyes a bit panicked, relieved, but why? “Din, you know I don't understand Mando'a."
“You're lying." He's right. You've been secretly studying Mando'a ever since he gifted you a box of tools after one of his bounties. It's not the most romantic or symbolistic gift, but Din knew what you liked; he kept mental notes of every detail about yourself that you've talked about.
Although you were learning the language in secret, you've slipped a few times. He's heard you speak in Mando'a at times where you've fallen asleep in his ship whenever you joined him every now and then. Din found it cute.
“Yes, I learned Mando'a." You admit, a little embarrassed. Your hands start to cover your face. “It just…It made me feel closer to you."
You feel his hands touch yours that cover your face. “Cyar'ika, every memory of you makes me feel as if I'm just a step away." It was true. Din felt closer to you with every scene of your beautiful smile, your natural self that had grease and dirt all over from fixing things and scavenging. He adores you.
Din pulls your hands away from your face, holding them both gently as his thumbs circled your palms. He tilted his head to you so as you did, your forehead touching his helmet.
“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, Din." (I love you, Din)
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burningtheroots · 11 months
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ALSO. so excited for dndads s3 since the other two seasons i entered the fandom once they started/finished and people’s designs were kind of finalised. And now i get to be there when it starts so ragdhdhhd
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peaches2217 · 3 months
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Transfem Luigi! Nonbinary Luigi! Genderqueer Luigi! Demigirl Luigi! Bigender Luigi! Genderfluid Luigi! Androgyne Luigi! Genderflux Luigi!
Transfem Luigi
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welcometoteyvat · 7 months
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arlecchino's official title is "father" when house of hearth members refer to her ......... please just one chance please please
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rawliverandgoronspice · 3 months
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oh no I stopped working for five minutes and remembered I love he...................... ;;
#thoughts#ganondorf#I allowed myself a tiny “working on thralls outline” session#and I do love he a lot.....#trying to salute all the classics#the “will harm a child and will not even question whether that's a look”#the “absolutely unbearable cocky bastard with a dash of absolute pettiness omg shut uppppp”#the “actually scary and sadistic and morally bankrupt for real”#the “I love my people and resent my people but I won't explore neither emotion otherwise I will fall apart and there's no one to catch me”#the “the gods hate me???? fuck the gods then!!!! but like... the gods hate me or no? ;;”#the “I hate hylian monarchs so fucking much it's unreal I am going to shoot myself in the foot just because I hate them so goddamn much”#the “awww twinrova and he... they love each other <333 VS maams will you please stop injecting mental illnesses into your Big Son”#the “mutually destructive relationship with anyone who ever gets even a little close to him which 10000% includes his own people”#the “wouldn't it be fucked up and important to take gerudo objectification as an actual problem with complex psychological consequences”#the “Me A Problem with Masculinity or Men or gender? hahahahaha.... yea”#the “Impa buddy-hate trainwreck + Nabooru buddy-hate planecrash”#the “hmmmm no why is the hylian princess and I having a brief flicker of mutual recognition but we both know it's too late for amends”#and the “mystic crisis that will slowly but surely unravel a whole man if given enough time and grievances and Ls”#ANYWAY I like this story#it's wayy too ambitious for my own good#but
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the-splodge · 2 months
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we all have secret oc lore and imma be real mine is how complicated their genders are
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tragedykery · 11 months
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I hate. complicated friendships
#I love her but also.#I feel like such a bad friend for complaining about her but she’s just so. incredibly inconsiderate#like we planned to hang out ish at 1 pm today. suddenly she texts me like ‘hey I’m coming around 14:30 instead’#she knows I’m autistic too she knows how important having a schedule is for me and she pulls sth like that??#maybe it’s the fact that she’s an only child but ​she just expects the world and everyone else to accommodate for her#one time we were on a school trip and I was nauseous and I mentioned that to her and she just. made it all about herself???#like I get she’s got emetophobia but turning the conversation into a fifteen-minute-long rant about if I vomited to please not do it#anywhere she could see bc if I did she would cry and feel absolutely terrible for the rest of the day and etc etc etc#like bestie IM the one who’s sick here???#and like 50% of our conversations are just her venting at me (even more if you count the ones over text) and it’s. I don’t mind it when it’s#a normal amoun but she just treats me like an object for her to vent at and I Understand there’s stuff she can’t tell her therapist/coach bc#he knows her parents and she’s afraid he’ll tell on her if she talks about gender stuff (she’s not out) and I’m the closest trans friend she#has so I’m the person who understands it the best but it’s just. SO much#(but the moment I vent for once I just feel like she. doesn’t listen and that she thinks I’m just being too sensitive)#and that’s definitely my fault too bc idk how to communicate when she makes me uncomfortable with stuff like that#and she’s autistic too and doesn’t understand hints at all so I’d need to just State it and that feels so incredibly mean but.#there’s more instances I’m not typing out but just. ugh. I love her I really do and I feel like such a child for complaining about her on#tumblr dot com and I know I’m at fault too for not communicating when she makes me uncomfortable I’m not pretending I’m not to blame at all#but she’s self-centred and inconsiderate and. ugh#vent#elli rambles
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skylordhorus · 5 months
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oh are we gatekeeping the term tomboy now???
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mothnoir · 11 months
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btw if I see one more person calling Hunter TOH hot I'm going to hurl something into the sun
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void-tiger · 2 years
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If kids as young as 3-6 are experimenting with kissing the opposite sex ‘cause that’s what they see Mommy&Daddy doing and kids at that age mimic and it’s normal, I think they’re plenty old enough to have “Jaimie has two mommies, Susan has two daddies, Taylor has a mommy and a parent, and Henry has a parent and a daddy” conversations.
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transxfiles · 2 years
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every day i'm so so tempted to just shake my dad by the shoulders and say "please just realize you're bisexual already it will make things so much easier for everyone"
#he's a very firm believer of ''but EVERYONE is interested in women AND men right? like that's just standard'' and i'm beating my head#against a wall in the corner. dad please i mean this from the bottom of my heart take it from your dyke child#that is NOT the case. PS this is my dad who's also famous among my friends for reacting to my outing like...#''we're all attracted to people of the same gender at a young age and its normal i'm just sad bc this is going to make your life even#harder i wish you were able to repress that part of you and find someone of the opposite gender like i did.''#rough approximation of what he said (like VERY ROUGH approx) but yeah lmao. we have a complex relationship#fr he's actually a very good dad imo he just. man this guy needs to learn that not everyone has bisexual thoughts and that#maybe he should reexamine that part of himself. he also flirts randomly with male coworkers sometimes and im like 😭#i was in the car with him the other day and he got a call from one of his male coworkers and i put it on speakerphone for him#and was quiet - we do this all the time we're he has Important Work Chats on speaker and family members are completely present while#they're happening but we just don't say something - so the coworker didn't know i was there and it was like 24ish minutes of Important Work#Chat and then my dad said ''okay bye matt'' and the coworker said ''bye babe'' LIKE??? and my dad just was like#''haha he's one of my best friends :D'' dad please what is happening. what is going on right now what is happening.#this has gotten SO derailed from the original topic but uhm yeah.#bi wife energy but it's bi dad energy and it's just me desperately trying to explain to my dad what bisexuality is.#cricket.chatterbox
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kakusu-shipping · 2 years
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I’m awaiting Anon who self ships with Neito Monoma to return from the war.
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kirbyskisses · 9 months
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dear non-spanish speakers writing spiderverse fanfiction (or anything with spanglish),
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in spanglish you don’t switch by word, you switch by phrase.
it’s not:
“[first part of the sentence in english], [second part of the sentence in english], mi amor.”
“[full english sentence], querida.”
it’s:
“[first part of the sentence in english], [segunda parte de la frase en español], mi amor.”
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also miles is boricua, miguel is mexican. they have two different accents and use different vocabulary for certain words.
also miles is “nyourican” - a puerto rican native to new york - while his mom is directly from the island, so there are differences there, too, because his spanish is more influence by new york english. 
here’s some good references that aren’t google translate (which usually pulls from spain, a country that speaks vastly differently from latin america)
SpanishDict
WordReference
here have some random videos on different slang/spanish accents:
Puerto Rico
Mexico (1) (2)
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in spanish most words are gendered, so most feminine words end in a and masculine/gender neutral words end in o. adding ito/ita makes something cuter, smaller and more affectionate.
spanish nicknames that aren’t “mi amor”
“querido/a” - darling
“cariño” - dear (always masculine regardless, of who its being said to)
“mi princesa/príncipe” - my prince/princess
“mi rey/reina” - my king/queen
“papí/mamí” - can be used in any way; romantic, sexual, familial for one’s parent or child, or just platonically
“tesoro” - treasure
also spanish is a language that uses adjectives as terms of affection both cute ones and ones that might sound insensitive in english
gordo (fat), flaco (skinny), negro (black), blanco (white), linda (pretty), bella (beautiful), morena (brown skin), etc.
and like most languages that are not english, spanish has multiple ways of saying i love you.
“te amo” - romantic
“te quiero” - familial, platonic (although there’s nothing wrong with using it romantically)
see also:
te adoro - i adore you
te deseo - i want you
te necesito - i need you
 and, of course, they can vary regionally too.
please use this because i have read a lot of really well written things that take me out of it because the use of spanglish is terrible. don’t just go on your presumptions that spanish/spanglish works in the same way that english does.
buena suerte, gringos.
- signed your friendly neighborhood afro-latina
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metanarrates · 2 months
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less than two weeks after a law passed that bans transgender people in utah from using bathrooms that correspond with their gender identity, an elected official is already inciting death threats against a child:
the girl in question (who is cisgender) is under police protection currently after a member of the STATE EDUCATION BOARD posted her photos on facebook and implied that the girl was trans. she took the photos down after learning that the girl was cis, but the damage had already been done. the student in question had already recieved a barrage of death threats.
the board member, natalie cline, has faced backlash and state legislature has already started discussion on how to impeach state board officials, but I find it important to reiterate that the girl she accused of being trans was in fact cisgender. I doubt the backlash would be quite so widespread if this wasn't a false accusation. this behavior is being normalized and encouraged by our bigoted state legislation.
we're going to see more of this kind of thing in the future, most likely. please keep your eyes on utah
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elvesofnoldor · 6 months
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"evil is point of view" "no creatures under God are as we are", dude sounds so diabolical when he delivered these lines in the 1994 movie but put into the context you realize he was just in post coital bliss and drunk on love lmao
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