Not Really A Spoiler, In Case Anyone Wants To Skip Past This Who Hasn't Seen The Latest Episode.

I've honestly been toying with the fact that I may be autistic for the last year or so but I refuse to get a diagnosis because of how ableist jobs can be regarding things like this. Unless you need medication or financial support, I agree with all of this. A few of my other health issues have backtracked my career and education when I was in my late teens/early 20s and that should never have happened. I needed the help and medications but it still was frustrating to have to decide when and if I was going to lie about them to employers when interviewing for jobs.

By the way. Before you rush to get a professional diagnosis for a Brain Thing you should really weigh your options. Like do you just want to "prove it" or will this actually give you access to treatment you can't have otherwise? Are the treatment options available worth having the government know you're neurodivergent? Because sometimes it's better to keep things off the record because unfortunately we still live in a very deeply ableist society and you might not want to have more real material oppression stacked against you than you have to

Thank you, baby ❤️ This is what happens when your eyes are old and you're trying to read something after two work all nighters 😂

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@quica-quica-quica Whiskey  365

@prolix-yuy Whiskey  Cognitive Dissonance

@write-and-buried Ezra  The Appreciation of Fine Liquor

@brandyllyn​ Ezra  Into the Shade

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@foli-vora​ Marcus P  Traitor

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Mandalore Reunited? (spoilers)

After marinating in the ending of this season the last three days I think another issue I have is over how people are just... okay with the darksaber being destroyed that easily. I've seen people argue about the symbolism of it no longer being needed to reunite Mandalorians and lead, but I honestly think it'll do the opposite and I'll be surprised if I'm wrong with any upcoming season/show that reflects on the planet's future.

Bo-Katan led to the planet's current state after disagreeing with her pacifist sister on how they should rule the planet. For Satine, it was with peace. For Bo, it was through their warrior heritage. The problem with Bo now being Mand'alore after so long of trying is that... we still haven't seen her character growth. She hasn't atoned for what she's done nor has she been honest and open about her actions with the people who's about to rule. The show could/should have had Bo mention Satine and, in a single sentence, both honor her dead sister's wishes and show her growth by verbally confirming that she was going to lead by combining their ideas of democracy to form a perfect balance of both. Bo-Katan just last season was still racist with terroristic tendencies and that doesn't just... go away. There was a reason why her fleet abandoned her the moment she couldn't get back the darksaber for the Nth time.

So my problem overall with it is that we don't KNOW if Bo has reunited Mandalore yet. Lighting the forge, Axe battle crying his nationalistic pride, and the Mandalorian version of clapping doesn't equate to peace amongst Mandalorians. If anything, it reminded me of how we all united to help one another during and shortly after the horrors of 9/11. For a moment, we all were just people helping each other. Then came the surge of xenophobia and Islamophobia that presented itself in a way that we hadn't seen before and it only got worse since. Yes we had xenophobia, religious prejudice, and racism before; but everything after 9/11 just felt... different. More intense.

Will that happen with Mandalore? It may not. But I have a hard time believing, after so many years of division and prejudice, that the Mandalorians from Din's covert, Bo's fleet, and the Survivors would magically get along no problem. There's already Mandalorians, like the survivors, who were there before the Purge and their nostalgia may make accepting any different political outcome difficult. You have Bo's fleet who believe you have to be pureblood to rule or be considered a Mandalorian, and then you have Din's covert whose strict ideas of The Way are reminiscent of a spiritual community that anyone can be baptized into and not born into. If that were the case we wouldn't have wars or conflict, or even have future conflicts in Star Wars.

Are Mandos going to be okay with others not wearing their helmets all the time? Are Mandos going to be okay with sharing space with people who never take off their helmets? What is the weight of Ragnor's baptism for those not in the covert? And if there's no darksaber anymore to determine who the ruler is, then what are the plans moving forward for leadership? There's technically never been an established order of leadership, the planet had always been led by Warlords and Satine was (I believe) the first to inherit her father's titles after his death and that was extremely controversial. Paz and Axe couldn't even peacefully argue over a game of SW chess, it's naive to assume a moment of unification to take back a planet will erase that decades long prejudice. Not even Din has been able to get over his droid thing that he's had since he was a kid.

Honestly, putting it to words, I won't be surprised if this caused another civil war. The prior one was fought between the New Mandalorian peace movement and traditional nationalists (Satine vs Bo) and with three very different sects of Mandalorians uniting on the planet for the first time in years, I can't fathom the peace lasting long. I can't imagine people not arguing about what The Way is, or overcoming decades long prejudice and resentment after the purge all because they got a planet back.

It's sweet and idealistic to imagine this would be the case, Mandalore as a planet deserves it. Future Mandalorians deserve to not live under warlord leadership. But that would require Bo to not only overcome her own prejudices and the lack of patience she has for diplomacy (ex: the robot bar and the Ugnaughts), and it'll take time for us to see if she learned anything from Din and his people during her time with his covert. And although Bo not needing the darksaber to rule or unite the planet and its people is a sweet idea rich in symbolism, it's naive to accept it as a final truth when Mandalore and Bo-Katan's complex histories loom over the future of the planet regardless of turned leaves and open minds.

Again, I might be completely wrong. Maybe they took the easy way out and decided, for once, Star Wars can just leave out the Wars part regarding Mandalore? Maybe Bo did learn her lessons and with The Armorer she's able to find a middle ground for everyone? Maybe everyone is able to put things aside for the planet and won't need Din and Grogu to come and play diplomat between everyone again? I guess we'll see, and despite all of this, I am excited and curious to see the future of Mandalore moving forward in this show and others (and movies!) that take place in the future.

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The Death Toll of the Earthquake that hit Turkey and Syria may have reached 20,000 people, and that’s outside of all those who are injured and lost.

If you could donate PLEASE do!!!

Here’s a post full of charities you could donate to, but I’ll add my own trustworthy ones here:

Islamic Relief:  teams are on the ground right now providing emergency food assistance, shelter, medical supplies to hospitals and clinics, as well as blankets and tents for those made homeless by the quake in Turkey and Syria

Molham: The team at Molham are currently on the ground helping displaced families in Turkey and Syria who have been affected by the earthquake   

Turkish Red Crescent: The team are distributing essential aid to those affected by the earthquake across Turkey.

The White Helmets: The team are on the ground in Northwest Syria searching for survivors and removing the dead from the rubble.

Turkey Mozaik Foundation: Attempting to provide immediate relief and medium to long term recovery to survivors of the earthquake. 

MSF: remaining in close contact with the local authorities in northwestern Syria and with the authorities in Turkey to extend their support where it’s needed. They’re providing essential life kits to displaced people in the region

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KINKTOBER DAY 5: Fucking Machine -Part 1

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Set between seasons one and two.

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader (from The Mandalorian)

Summary: He did his best to ignore the sounds of moans and groans of sentient species fucking or getting fucked by machines, but they only made him harder. Din subtly tried to rub at his cock while following the droid, but the thing heard him groan and stopped, looming down at him with unreadable eyes.

“Are you sure you don’t wish to pay for my time?”

“Not interested, just show me the room.” If the droid had been a person, he would have felt bad about how gruff his voice was, but the droid only nodded and proceeded to open a small room that was vacant despite many false pussies on display begging to be fucked.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: unprotected sex, rough sex, fluff and smut, romantic angst/tension, yearning, unrequited love (or so he thinks), PIV sex, robot brothel, Din tries to get over his feelings for you by recalling a fling he had years ago but it doesn't help, explicit sexual description of Din's one night stand with an OC made up for the story (in case anyone doesn't like reading stuff like that in reader inserts), semi-public sex

Word Count: 5,416

Throughout his lifetime, Din had faced a number of problems. Some came with the territory of being a Mandalorian, some from being a bounty hunter, and others from the consequences of his own actions. His beskar and Creed often attracted problems, his large heart often caused problems, and his stubbornness in his older years often kept him from solving his problems. And you? You were his biggest problem.

He had reluctantly agreed to share a ship with you after the Crest was destroyed and he and Grogu were reunited. The N1 Starfighter was fun, but over time he came to admit that it wasn’t practical. So he stored the small ship on board your much spacier one and opted to use it more for leisure than for work.

At first, Din wasn't sure how switching off jobs was going to work. But it came far more naturally to the both of you than he had expected. When Din was free to bounty hunt, you tagged along and waited his time out on the ship or in the nearby towns. When he wasn't working, he preoccupied himself with fixing up your ship or finding small work nearby while you were out. It brought in the credits a lot faster, and Din could admit that it was nice sharing a space with someone who respected not just his Creed but his silences and space as well.

Din wasn’t sure when he started to find you attractive, but his infatuation was becoming a bigger problem day by day. Din found subtle ways to touch you when moving past you on the ship or at a market regardless of how much space he actually had, and he tried hard not to linger or stare but it was hard. When you were nearby, he was pulled into your gravitational pull and he couldn't look or keep away for long.

It was a problem.

He convinced himself that his attraction was temporary. Space was lonely and with just you and the kid as his companions, it was bound to happen. And just like the stars before you, his feelings too will fade into a distant memory.

He’s such a fucking fool.

Din was far too into his own head to even consider whether or not you were also interested in him. He’s never been good at picking up cues like that, and although he’s no stranger to sex, romance was always a weak spot for him and often led him to make choices that worked against any blossoming feelings he had for a potential partner. So he resorted to what he did best with problems such as these: he withdrew into himself.

Din cut back on the touches, the lingering, and found excuses to be elsewhere on the ship. But the distance he created only made his feelings more intense, and with the ship being yours, he was constantly surrounded by the reminder of your existence.

He knew he had to either leave or scratch the itch he had for you or risk ruining this friendship and partnership. All he had to do was wait for the next planet to find a brothel while you were on one of your jobs and he could satisfy that need, maybe make it a habit every few months or so if needed. To Din, it was a solid plan and the hope of it had him in a better mood.

Luckily for Din, he didn’t have to wait long. One of your jobs led you both to the planet M4-78, one he hadn’t heard of, and one that surprised him he hadn’t. The planet, although some-what populated, was mostly run by droids. 

His knee-jerk reaction when exiting the ship was to take out his blaster, and even with your coos of reassurance, it was hard not acting like a startled loth cat with every droid citizen he encountered. Din knew he had to get laid and get the fuck off that planet. And luckily for him, there was a brothel on that god-forsaken planet and he immediately took off for it once you left and Grogu was down for his nap.

Unluckily for Din, because of the underlining fact that the planet was run by droids, that meant the brothel was run by them as well. 

Din didn’t know what he was expecting when he walked through the metallic doors, but being greeted by a tall droid with a snatched waist, curved hips, and a pussy on full display was not it. Nor the fact that not only was the brothel ran by droids, but the prostitutes available were only droids as well.

If Din ever had a midlife crises, it had to have been in that moment. Here he was, a man known for loathing droids, made to decide on whether it was more dignified to walk out sexually frustrated and risking lashing out at you and others because of the humiliation and lack of release, or giving in to his desires (and dare he say curiosity) and coming out of this better than he had felt in awhile.

That’s how he found himself rejecting the pussy droid’s services but allowing her to lead him to a backroom that was more affordable (and less shameful) for Din so that he could get in and out as fast as he could.

He did his best to ignore the sounds of moans and groans of sentient species fucking or getting fucked by machines, but they only made him harder. Din subtly tried to rub at his cock while following the droid, but the thing heard him groan and stopped, looming down at him with unreadable eyes.

“Are you sure you don’t wish to pay for my services?”

“Not interested, just show me the room.” If the droid had been a person, he would have felt bad about how gruff his voice was. But the droid only nodded and proceeded to open a small room that was vacant despite many false pussies on display begging to be fucked.

Din didn’t budge until the door shut behind him and he moved into the room tentatively, feeling extremely out of place but unable to ignore the need for release. The room was a siren call to his desires and Din decided he could hate himself later for his decision.

A variety of species were carved into the wall to look like the women were bent over and had pushed the back of their thighs, ass, and lower back into a hole for strangers to fuck anonymously. Even Din had to admit he was impressed with the variety.

Wookie, Twi’lek, Zabrak, Chiss, Togruta, human… if the species was sentient, their female sex organs were on display, waiting to be used any way the client wished. And Din’s feet betrayed him by taking him all the way to the human fleshlight, hovering over it and staring it down like a prize worthy of worship.

Of course, the skin was wrong. It wasn’t your shade and it didn’t have the same texture. But eyeing the little fob on the wall next to the sex object, Din knew he just had to swipe his vambrace over it to pay for the time he wanted and make any changes he wished to better suit his needs. Which meant he could make the human rump in front of him look exactly the way he imagined you’d look, and the idea of it made his cock twitch violently and ooze more pre-cum than he knew he was capable of producing. 

Before Din could swap his vambrace, he backtracked hard to the bright orange Twi’lek rump instead which even had lekku sticking out of the wall where the head would be if the pussy was attached to a real person. 

Din gazed down at his temporary ‘companion,’ if he could even call it that. Just as he was impressed with the species available, Din was impressed with how realistic the mount was. The lighting helped fake the idea that the object belonged to a real person, but with his helmet, he was able to pick up on how slightly off the color and texture was of the skin. 

But for a moment, he could pretend. And for a moment, he could try to resist the temptation of you even if he desperately wanted to go back to the human fleshlight and indulge in all of his desires. But the fear of that making his feeling worse rooted him in place behind the Twi’lek pussy.

Din swiped his vambrace and when the screen popped up for preferences, he was quick to turn the Twi’lek from the bright orange it originally was to a vivid teal, ignoring the purple options with a shuddering thought of his romps with Xi’an back in the day, and adjusting his companion further until her lekku had pronounced purples stripes and her thighs were littered with freckles. 

Din took a step back to admire the mounted pussy in front of him, a near-perfect copy of a fling he had had years ago who became one of his favorite go-to memories when space got lonely and he only had his hand to keep him company. 

It had been a bit after his run with Ran and not too long before Grogu came into his life. A pit stop on a tiny planet used as a halfway point for many travelers into the galaxy and out. A planet where people passed through but never stayed for long.

While waiting for his ship to be fueled and fixed, Din had stepped into the town's only cantina with every intention of ordering a drink and making it clear he didn’t want to drink it or be talked to. And it mostly worked. That is until SHE walked in. 

The teal Twi’lek was all legs and curves, a body fit more for a holo actress or exotic dancer than whatever the fuck brought her to that backwater planet. Her teal skin and green eyes glowed whenever they were caught in the rotating lights in the dim cantina, her teeth white and sharp, and her smile wicked in a way that had made Din yearn for the ability to kiss without breaking his Creed. Her breasts, although small, were round in her swoop neck tank and her short skirt paired with the length of her legs left little to the imagination. 

Like many men in the cantina, Din was a moth willingly caught in this woman's flame. And all it took was for her to catch his stare from his shadowed place in a booth, a quirked lip, and a subtle head nod for Din to abandon his seat and follow her into the back alley where she promptly dropped to her knees and snatched his member out of his pants before the door behind them could fully shut.

Din remembered the way the Twi’lek had gazed up at him with those big green eyes, lips tight around his cock, and the way she squeezed her breasts up to cradle his balls as she sucked him off. She had been beautiful in the cantina and was just as beautiful on her knees with her features highlighted by a singular streetlamp pouring in light from just down the way.

Din had stroked her lekku and face reverently. And when she swallowed his cum like a champ, Din had her bent over a crate, ass up, skirt shoved over the roundness of her ass, and legs pressed tightly together to pronounce her fat pussy further just like the mount in front of him looked now. 

Din slipped his fingers down the slit of the fleshlight, admiring how wet it got from his touch, but also unable to not compare it to the real thing he had known so intimately at one point. But that was then and this is now and he had to get back to the ship before you did.

The Mandalorian unclipped his belt and opened his flight suit, allowing his stiff cock to pop out and hit his stomach with a dull ‘thud.’ Din hissed at the feeling the air felt against his member, whimpering at how sensitive and red it was against his belly as it oozed even more pre-cum. He took himself in one hand, the other gliding up the thigh and right ass cheek of the mount in front of him. The pussy was dripping now, and Din forced himself back into the memory of the alleyway and how the Twi'lek's pussy shone in the dim lighting much similarly.

Just like how he had before, Din at first notched his cock at the entrance, but then dragged the head down to rub her clit with it then back up and let it slide through the ass crack as if he were aiming for that hole. He recalled the way the woman froze and moved to correct which hole she wanted him to fuck when he grabbed her arm and lowered his member to slide home into her wet channel, holding her wrist on her lower back and locking it in place.

Din groaned at the feeling of the fleshlight around his cock, surprised at just how real it felt, and grunted at how tight it was gripping him. He couldn't even compare it to any partner he's had, it was the equivalent of what you'd expect a pussy to feel on a porn actress. Something that is so undeniably good that reality may not hold a candle to with the expectations created, but somehow this did. And that both excited him and soured his mood all at once.

Focus.

With the mount lacking arms, Din had to settle his hands on the fake Twi'lek's hips and focused once more on grounding himself within the memory. And it didn't take long for him to snap his hips at the same hard and fast pace he had fucked the Twi'lek with. Din closed his eyes, feeling the weight of his balls slap against the fleshlight's lips, and allowed himself to indulge in the wet heat. In the background of his mind, he remembered the breathy moans his fling let out along with the occasional high-pitched whimper that made his cock twitch and pound even harder until she made the same sounds more frequently until he could tell she was close to coming. 

Holding her hand in place, Din took the other from her hip and slowly dragged his hand up and down her bare skin, the loving gesture a complete duality to the rough fucking he was giving her. In the alley, his fingers found her implant. Din knew he won't find the same implant in the fake pussy, but his fingers still followed the same path they had with the real thing. 

Lost in his thoughts again, Din watched as the teal skin suddenly changed to your color and tone. Din still imagined himself in that alley, but the figure he was fucking and gazing down at was yours. The twi'lek's sounds changed octaves to better suit the ones Din was used to hearing on your ship. Her moans and whimpers faded into the ones he had heard when you had accidentally dropped a tool on your foot or how out of breath you got when you had to jog to keep up with his long strides. 

Din's grip on his fantasy weakened, and when he remembered gazing down at the way the Twi'lek's ass jiggled with every hard thrust, suddenly it was your ass doing the jiggling instead. It was your body clinging to the metal beneath you. Your body that was bent over the crate in an alleyway and taking his cock like you were born for it. Your face and hair that was doused in sweat, not the shiny lekku from recollation that turned to gaze up at him with your cheek pressed to the cold metallic surface of the crate. It was your mischievous smile, not the fling's wicked grin, and wink that reminded him of the implant he had just felt in his memory and had Din cumming harder than he had in his life into the prosthetic pussy, and the sudden jetson of his hot seamen triggered the mount's own just as it had triggered the Twi'lek's orgasm as well, feeling the fake pussy's trapping muscle camp down at him to milk his cock until it relaxed enough to let his cock go.

Catching his breath, Din was shocked at just how hard he still was despite the impact of his orgasm. The evidence of his memory and fantasy overlapping dripped around his penis and down his balls before falling to the floor below where a drain was strategically placed. Din glanced at the monitor and saw he still had 20 minutes remaining of his session and he shook his head hard, his years of discipline kicking in with very little effort. 

Din had taken the woman two more times in the alley, dragging her from the crate to be pushed into the wall where he fucked her from behind, and then propped up on the crate where Din held her legs wide with his elbows as he plowed into her, her breath fogging up his visor, and her trapping muscle locking them together for a minute before letting him go once her body recovered from her own climax.

Din kept his eyes squeezed shut, slamming himself into the fleshlight, doing all that he could to focus on the smallest details within the memory. But that didn't stop the Twi'lek from continuing to turn into you and making the same sounds as you, no matter how hard he kept ripping himself from the fantasy and back into his one-time reality, recounting the way the Twi'lek gripped his cock and her tits bounced and lekku swayed with each rough thrust.

Even after cumming hard into her the third time, Din remembered just how hard he still was, and how she giggled when he ground his hips into hers rather than shaming him for how badly he desired her. Din couldn't remember the specifics of how he got from the cantina and to the hotel where the woman was staying, but he did recall the teasing glances and touches she gave him on the way to the building. The way she would stop abruptly and grind her ass into his crotch as if ensuring he was still hard.

And Din especially remembered the moment when the elevator door shut, how he wrapped his arms around her from behind, shoved her skirt up, ripped her panties clean off of her, and punched his cock into her the moment he had his member free. Din remembered the way he thanked whatever god was out there that they made the Twi'lek as tall as she was for him to do this with so easily.Din had kept his eyes glued to the screen as the elevator shot up to the floor she was staying on, slamming into her over and over again, barely leaving her cunt for long. One hand clutched her right breast, the other covering her mouth, his head pressed against hers to hear the muffled noises she made with every hard thrust he gave her.

Just as her floor approached, Din grunted and shot his fourth load into her and stepped away, allowing the skirt to fall back into place just as the doors opened to reveal a human female and Chiss male waiting for the elevator. Din placed his hand on his fling's lower back and guided her out on shaky legs, not bothering to acknowledge the couple regardless if they picked up on what had happened or not.

Din ground his hips into the fake pussy, remembering the way his hand had dropped from her lower back to squeeze her ass and patted it, encouraging her to lead them to her room. Watching her hips naturally sway had Din mesmerized, and he had become instantly hard again when he saw his seed finally dripping down the inside of her thighs. It had taken everything in Din not to take her right then and there against her hotel door. 

Din was barely able to keep his hands off of her when the door finally opened and shut behind them, his helmet adjusting to the darkness of the hotel room. He recalled it being small, but modest, with a shockingly good view from the wall wide window. In his moment of distraction, the woman had stripped herself of her clothing and shoved Din onto the bed where he happily fell on his behind, ready to just admire the view in front of him for a moment.

The planet, because of its lack of permanent residents, had far less pollution and therefore a much clearer sky. The window reminded him of his view from The Crest, and he allowed himself to fall into the scene that he's had forever etched into his mind of just how stunning the Twi'lek was in that light. But when Din opened his eyes, instead of seeing the woman from his one-night stand, you stood in her place. And he wasn't sure if he was impressed or horrified that his mind could imagine you so vividly, with your nude body shrouded in the shadow of the night but highlighted by stardust. But whether or not Din closed his eyes in the present-day or in his reminiscing, there you stood in all of the beautiful glory he wished to see you in.

A beep chimed from the monitor next to the mount, alerting Din that he had ten minutes remaining of his session. But the warning fell on neglectful ear.

In his mind, Din knew it was the Twi'lek who sauntered over to him naked as the day she was born only to take out his member and mount him without breaking the eye contact she tried to make with his visor in the way. But all he saw was you, and how you would walk with that unique stride of yours, eyebrow cocked the slightest bit amused, and unable to hide that charming grin of yours as you straddled him and slid down on his cock. He knew you'd try to hide the way the stretch from that angle would make you feel, but he'd see it. With you, he saw everything. How could he not?

In the memory of his once reality, Din knew the Twi'lek rode him like she was trying to tame a wild Blurgg. The way she had thrown her head back, eyes screwed shut, breasts pressed against his breastplate, and lakkus jiggled with her enthusiasm never failed to get him hard at the image of it all. But in his fantasy, you stared down at him as you rode him. Not hard, not like you're trying to tame a Blurgg, but passionately consistent that grounded him. That commanded his attention, his devotion, his focus.

The night he had had with the Twi'lek had been intense, sexy, and animalistic. When she rode out her high after riding him, he had spun them around with his cock still rooted in her and drilled her until she came undone again. He took her bent over the bed, pushed up to the window with her breasts against the glass as he took her from behind, and up against the wall. Despite those facts, Din still couldn't stop the image of you from taking her place. And the harder he fought it, the weaker his resolve became. And when Din realized it was futile to fight what his heart, cock, and head wanted; he gave in and welcomed you as his fling's replacement.

He'll deal with the shame and guilt later, consequences be damned.

Where the night with the Twi'lek woman had been intense, sexy, and animalistic; a night with you in that hotel room would have been passionate, sensual, and intimate. Yes, he would have let you ride him if you wanted to, but he would have worshiped you. He would glide his ungloved hands over every inch of your body as if you were a heaven-sent goddess, not one that inspired lustful desires and one-night stands, but one that beckoned him home to a body that was fertile with all that he could ever need. A goddess that needed to be reminded that it was HER altar he knelt at and prayed to and willingly sacrificed to.

A beep chimed, letting him know he had five minutes remaining but he was too far lost to care. 

Yes, he would have flipped you over as well onto the bed, but instead of the quick way he had drilled his hips into the Twi'lek, he would've snapped his hips in a slow but deep rhythm that would both have you begging for more but also struggling with the intensity of every stroke. He would have hitched your legs over his hips with one hand, the other bent over you with his head close to your face so that he could gaze into your eyes.

Din's hips stuttered into the prosthetic pussy when he realized that, in his fantasy, he was not only naked but also helmetless. And the idea of it didn't bother him as much as he thought it would. He had never taken his helmet off in front of anyone since he swore The Creed, but if he ever considered the possibility with anyone (other than Grogu), it would be you. Din knew that should scare him, but instead it just caused a deep ache. One that he tried to ignore through the feeling of the prosthetic pussy pulsing around his cock. 

He allowed his fantasy to act out the way he would kiss you deeply, and drag his tongue over every inch of your body as he ground his hips into yours. He allowed himself to imagine the way he'd suck hickies onto your neck and leave bite marks in places for you to find days later. Marks that he'd then darken once more on The Crest when you had hours to kill in hyperspace and Grogu was napping. He imagined your skin being salty from sweat and tangy in a way that flesh just is, but the taste would be uniquely yours. And Din knew once he had a taste, he wouldn't be able to stop devouring you any chance he got.

Din imagined the way he'd wrap himself around you until the both of you weren't sure where you began and he ended. When he fucked you from behind, it was with his whole naked body laying on top of yours, his knees spreading your thighs for him to fuck you in the same, hard rhythm while holding his face against your cheeks and whispering sweet nothings into your ear while you drooled and took what he gave you. 

Because, unlike the Twi'lek, you didn't have legs for days. No, your legs were shapely from the work you did, arms toned where it counted. Your waist may not have been tight or breasts small and perky, but you were soft in ways that Din wasn't able to indulge in. Soft in a way that had him imagining coming home to a hearty meal and a woman who loved him unconditionally for who he was, even when his own body will eventually soften with age. The Twi'lek was chiseled in ways the gods would envy, but you were sculpted by the hands of the muses who the gods would praise.

Yes, he would have pushed you against the glass for the world to see, but instead of your breasts, they would see your bare back so he could fuck up into you and gaze into your eyes with the galaxy highlighting your figure in a beautiful blue silhouette. Two celestial bodies in one. And when he was done with you, your body was slick with how many times he made you cum, skin riddled with evidence of his kisses, his own seed dripping out of you... he would remain inside your body as he curled around you in a protective embrace, arms tightly around you, and allow his breathing to match yours.

Din's mind finally wandered from his fantasy and back to the memory where, after he fucked the Twi'leck on every surface of that hotel room, he had allowed himself to lay on the bed with her draped over him and his cock wedged inside of her. He remembered how he waited until she was sound asleep for him to roll her over gently and carefully slip out of her, watching her closely so as to not wake her and sighed when she flinched but didn't wake up from the lack of weight within her pussy. 

Din, like the shadow he is, had adjusted himself and slipped off into the night. He had gone back to his ship, paid his fees, and took off never to return to that planet again. There had been times he had hoped to run into the woman again, but he never did and it was for the best. But times like these made him wonder if maybe he should try to find her if you couldn't feel the same for him, but that had been years ago and she most likely had settled down by now.

Din spilled into the prosthetic pussy with one last sigh and, after a moment, allowed himself to slip from its warmth just as the timer beeped. Din watched his seed spill out of the pussy and drip down to the floor, his fingers ached to push it back in, but the cleaning cycle of the fleshlight had started to douce the inside, and soon his seed was replaced with cleaning fluids for the next customer.  

The Mandalorian sighed and resisted the urge to lift his helmet enough to rub at his eyes and the bridge of his nose. Instead, he tucked himself back into his pants and looked himself over to ensure he wasn't bringing back any evidence of his transaction home to you. His heart fluttered in excitement at the thought of being in space with just you and the kid again, but he had to admit the whole transaction left him feeling empty and lonely. If not even his memory could help him get through this, Din wasn't sure what could.

Leaving the prosthetic pussies behind, Din walked through the door and made his way down the first hallway of many to find his way out when a noise had him stop in his tracks.

The brothel earlier had been filled with faint moans, groans, and wet slaps coming from the private rooms he had passed when he first arrived. But a single moan caught his attention and Din went as still as he normally did on his hunts and listened. And he didn't have to wait long before he heard the same breathy moan again and realized the sound he recognized as your own. Were you there as well? Din's heart raced, torn on leaving you to what you came to do and pretending he had never been there to witness such a beautiful sound, or tracking down your sounds and listening in on just who you were imagining was fucking you the way he had done himself. 

The latter won over, Din's feet moved on their own before he could make up his own mind on what to do and they led him down two halls until he was right outside the door where your breathy sounds and soft moans were the most prominent. He amplified the sound on his helmet, heart hammering in his chest when he realized that the sounds really were yours. He couldn't tell just what kind of treatment you had paid for by sound alone, but his cock was hard and demanding to know what was fucking the girl of his dreams when he was right here with a perfectly good cock of his own. But he couldn't intrude, not when he didn't know what you were there for or who you wanted to be with.

But just as Din swallowed his pride and turned to leave, there was a hitch in your breath that had him freeze in his tracks, and another that made him turn around with every intent of finding a way in. You had moaned his name.

"Din."  

PART 2: Coming soon

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I have no idea why this fic took me as long as it did, but it kicked my ass regardless of this being the first story I was inspired to write for Kinktober 2022. I was genuinely shocked to not find any fics on robot brothels or sex machines with how horny this fandom is, and I had to change that. I think it's so cool we have worlds where we can fuck sentient alien species and we have robots who can sass us in beeps but we haven't written about robot pussies and dicks?? God has abandoned me and I'm okay with it if it means getting more potential fics like this so ENJOY.

I also didn't edit the end, so I'll be fixing the mistakes in the next day or two. In case anyone was like "damn bitch you write like this?" Nah it's 5 A.M and I have lost all control over my life so you're welcome.

Imagine ranting to Din while he repairs the Razor Crest.

finally, it’s written! this request has been sat on my list for a while, so to those who requested it, thank you for your patience! requested by: @ackermanbitch​ and an anon! written by: archie

this is inspired by @yournewwriter‘s gentle prompts: moving you by the waist.

If there was one thing you could do, it was talk.

At first, Din hated it. He hated how you’d walked into the Crest like it was your home when he was only offering you a lift to a nearby system, he’d hated how you’d talked the whole time… and he hated how he’d accidentally grown fond of you.

He became glad to offer you a temporary place by his side when your situation shifted and you needed a residence, but there was no way he was expecting you to stick around for this long and still have so many stories to tell.

Somehow, tuning into your rambles both passed the time and helped him focus. He could fly easily with your words taking up a different space in his brain, and all the hours felt so much shorter, like he’d been travelling the universe beside you. You somehow kept him cheerful and engaged, even in the tough times. You had a natural knack for knowing what kind of story to tell, how to echo and fix his moods with your own experiences, which gave him an outlet for his own emotions. 

And that’s how it was right now, his mood utterly foul as he worked on repairing the Crest after a sticky run-in, but his scowl was placed on hold. Or at least, directed to Mr Narvo, your old, snail-esque colleague in that restaurant on Corellia.

“I swear, I hadn’t done a thing wrong. The order was correct, I did everything to match what the stupid customer had asked for, but he really just– You know what?” You wandered by him as you talked, frustrated and pacing as all the irritation from working at that restaurant came right back. “I think he’d decided that it would be a bad day for me already. He slithered in and just knew he was gonna try and get me fired.”

You paused your pacing, facing the beskar-clad warrior as he retracted an arm from inside the ship’s panel.

“-And he just kinda blinked at me. You know that eye thing?” Your hands, which had been flapping around animatedly, lifted to hold invisible spheres above your head. “Like the antennae lean forward and just look at you and squint and- honestly it’s so annoying because I can feel how he’s judging me but like? At least my eyeballs aren’t half a metre above from my head, right?”

“Right,” came Din’s voice as he dipped into a toolbox, proceeding to reach back into the side of his ship and twist some valves. His voice was a dry monotone, but he hadn’t once told you to shut up yet, so that was all you needed to continue your spiel.

“Right! So I just- I don’t mean to be rude, but I kinda do- I couldn’t keep it in, okay?” Din halted your pacing and handed you the metal tool, reaching into the Crest again. “… I told him to go stick his eyeballs in the dishwasher.”

Din paused. He turned to look at you. You were almost sure he’d tell you that it was a low blow, or that it wasn’t worth such a threat, but his modulated voice rose with a question. “And did he?”

“Wh- No, Din. Why would he-“

He shrugged one shoulder, stepping away to rummage in the toolkit once more. “That guy was purposely villainizing you, day after day. The least he could do would be-“

“If the universe was a decent place he’d be blinking bubbles, I know,” you chattered on, wandering once again. “But unfortunately, the universe is horrible, Narvo is still out there terrorising colleagues and-“ You stopped dead, peering down at the helmeted man, busy with his tools. “He got me fired.”

Din stopped his hands, visor raised up at you. Of course you couldn’t see his expression, but you didn’t need to as his disbelief met your ears. “It worked?”

“I know!?” You toyed with the tool, the weight falling from hand to hand, gripping it with each as if to decide which hand would better suit hitting Narvo in the eyeball with it, mouth running a mile a minute all the while. “He went straight to the manager, clearly he’d been building up some bullshit case of all the things I’d apparently done wrong— which I always had a particular reason for, by the way, and they were never even against the rules—”

The irritation still buzzed in your veins, even if it was months ago. What started as your attempt to take Din’s mind off the frustration from a damaged ship had turned into a surprise therapy session that seemed to uproot some sort of inferiority complex, and now you were just airing out your issues without even being aware of Din bustling around you.

“Like, I’m a good worker, you know? I take pride in that because I actually care about what I put into the universe, I strive to make this shitty place better for the people, unlike Narvo. He was just there to feed his own-”

Gentle hands on your waist had you startled, and your gaze shot up to the visor, eyes wide and an unmistakable heat to your cheeks. He’d never touched you like this before.

You couldn’t help leaning into his hold, heart beating like crazy-

A gentle pressure from one hand had you stepping aside, and then it was gone.

He leant past you, reaching into the metal hood of the ship. You’d parked right in front of it without even noticing, far too wrapped up in the fury of your tale.

“Keep going,” he spoke, and you fumbled to find your words again, fiddling with the tool in your hands.

“Wh- What was I saying again?”

A gloved hand reached back to take the tool from your hands. “He was just feeding his ego by preying on you. It’s better to keep away from characters like that.”

Your stride finally came back to you and the story continued in your mind, but the sure flutter in your chest was going at full force. “Right, I learned that by now.”

“You want me to put a hit on him?”

You scoffed. “Din, please. …But if we stop off at Corellia, he’ll shit himself when he sees me with a Mandalorian.”

A soft breath of laughter, so quiet you almost missed it. “Then that’s our next stop.”

Everyone's Feelings are Valid Regarding Mando Season 3

As a neurodivergent teacher whose students are on spring break, I finally have the time to weigh in on the Mando Season 3 debate after seeing how divided the fandom is. This mini essay is meant to be a logical and safe middle ground for everyone, to remind everyone that your feelings are valid regardless of what they are, and that even if your opinions/feelings are valid that doesn't meant they're fact or justifiable to police how others think and feel.

This contains spoilers for Mando S3, Rebels, and Clone Wars and is written while I'm high on benadryl so approach at your own risk! I may go back and edit this and edit out/rewrite points to make them more succinct or add points others may have that should be included and don't want anyone to feel gaslit if they see any changes they don't recall seeing before.

1. More Than Two Ways to Feel

From what I gather, the two main opinions on this season are either it's a great season and anyone who disagrees is what's wrong with Star Wars, or that this season is a disappointing let down after waiting so long for Din to return. Both are valid, but since Star Wars fans tend to see outcomes in extremes, I want to point out that those aren't the only two options available, you can also:

be disappointed with this season while continuing to be a huge fan of the show

and

enjoy this season while recognizing the writing and quality isn't up to the standards the show had set in previous seasons or even the promises it made with this one.

The Mandalorian was the first piece of live action media since the Clone Wars that sparked the interest of even non Star Wars fans because it offered something new and exciting to a world and lore we're all familiar with that doesn't demand you to know 50 years of Star Wars history nor does it jeopardize characters and storylines long time fans are protective of.

Because of this, it's easy to forget that Star Wars fans are now sharing The Mandalorian with casual Star Wars fans or even exclusive fans to the show without having any interest in exploring the SW universe further through other forms of media.

I'd argue the first instance of this being taken away from casual fans was in The Book of Boba Fett by requiring them to view it to stay i in the know for Season 3 along with the return of Cad Bane who, for fans of the cartoons, flipped out seeing his live action form. But for those who only watched BOBF as fans of Mando, a lot of viewers were like:

Bo Katan, Ahsoka, Luke, and Boba Fett's resurrection in Mando were written in smoothly that excited long time SW fans familiar with them while allowing casual fans to enjoy the story because said characters stood on their own as supporting roles without taking away from their their origins. But throwing in characters like Cad Bane and even other Rebels/Clone Wars characters into Season 3 of Mando, it doesn't give casual fans a reason to stay or feel satisfied if they're not in the know with these beloved niche of characters.

And because of this, it's easy to unintentionally police said fans with how strongly you may feel as someone with deep rooted knowledge of the franchise.

Casual fans of the show shouldn't have to be spoiled or talked down to for not sharing the same enthusiasm as other fans because they don't know who a character is/their importance to the SW universe or for having differing opinions and feelings over a show that wasn't originally built on any previous Star Wars lore. And older fans who love all SW lore who are disappointed are allowed to feel let down after 3 years for this season to not be how it was advertised just as fans who are loving this season shouldn't be mocked for enjoying the ride regardless of where it goes. We're all valid here.

2. Mando Has Always Had Side Quests, but Not Without Plot

If I had a dollar for every

"Mando has always been about side quests! Why are people complaining about this format NOW?"

comment I read, I'd have enough to maybe... have a nice meal somewhere.

Has the Mandalorian been told through side quests? Yes and no. It's been 3 years since the last season aired and I think a lot of people will look back at the previous 2 seasons with vague memories of Din and Grogu traversing through time and space as father and son while helping wayward future friends and getting their asses handed to them by alien animal species when it wasn't quite like that.

The first season starts with Din being hired after a particularly easy job to hunt down a difficult quarry. Din requires the help of a moister farmer to get to the kid since he can't land the ship close enough to the mark without setting off security, and discovers said quarry is a child. He spends the rest of the season getting the kid back to the Imps, saving him from the Imps, blacklisting himself from his job, unintentionally setting up his covert for a massacre, trying to lay low and find a safe place for the kid to grow up so he can go back to his old life only to realize he can't as long as the kid is wanted, and proceeds to take on a few jobs to feed them and avoid the Empire until he's called back to deal with Karga's ambush and getting sucked into a trap intended for Grogu and the season ends with Grogu now being Din's foundling and his new mission is to bring Grogu home.

The second season focuses on Din trying to hunt down fellow Mandalorians to help him reunite Grogu to the Jedi, the first episode while on a job reveals that his quarry had seen a Mandalorian on Mos Pelgo which led him to meet Cobb Vanth. The only reason Din stayed is to take back the armor and agreed to earning it back by killing the Krayt Dragon for them and the Raiders. The second episode has Din playing Taxi in return for information about Mandalorians seen on Trask (where Frog Lady was heading). Din agrees to help Bo and her clan to raid an Imperial ship and her information leads him to Ahsoka two episodes later. Because the Mon Calamari's repairs were inadequate, Din goes to help Karga destroy an old Imperial base in return for repairs. He finally finds Ahsoka and helps her confront Elsbeth in exchange of training Grogu (again, I'll circle back to this as a Season 3 plot point that fell through). She decides she won't train him due to Grogu's attachment and anger in his heart for what he went through and points Din to a temple where Grogu can contact other Jedi for training and from there, he's capture, Din loses his ship, he finds Grogu's location with the help of his newfound friends, and saves Grogu only to give him over to Luke while now being the proud owner of a weapon and defunct planet.

So is Mando ALL random side quests with no point? No. Each episode interwove into the next effortlessly while being a self contained episode that never failed to remind you the importance of each mission, side quest, and character that Din interacted with. And it's hard to miss the overall theme of honor, identity, and religious guilt that Din faces and questions each episode up until the end when he chooses to show Grogu his face as an ultimate act of love.

But with Season 3, I can't tell you how any of the episodes connect or what they hint at to the overall season plot and we're six (seven, if you're reading this after the episode drops) episodes into an 8 episode season. Even if by the final episode things all tie together, it didn't have the same smooth transitions as the previous seasons had nor did they remind you of what we might've forgotten information wise in these three years and that's why a lot of these episodes feel pointless compared to the urgency that Din and Grogu faced leading up to his departure with Luke. Which brings me to...

3. Season 3's Plot Failed in Season 2 and BOBF

Yet two other comments I've seen that could buy me a second fancy meal somewhere or just a fancy ass desert for a family of 4 by myself is:

Season 3 has no plot! It's pointless! It's boring!

and

Season 3 has a plot! Just because it's not about Din anymore doesn't mean there lacks plot!

And to this, yet again, I say... yes and no to both. Season 3, as I mentioned in my previous point, hasn't woven in an overarching plot like its previous two seasons and so the urgency is not only not there, but it doesn't remind you of why you need to care or stick around for Din's redemption arc (whichever that may be) or whatever is going on with Bo and the Armorer and the Empire. But I don't fault Season 3 for having bad writing necessarily, but rather throwing out their best plot point for Book of Boba Fett and (as I mentioned before) not recapping what was mentioned in Season 2.

No one can convince me that The Book of Boba Fett wasn't a ploy for Disney+ to keep Mando fans happy and excited while they figured out Season 3. I will die on this hill. It's been 3 years and I already heard fans losing hope and grumbling about it before I even joined Tumblr. No matter how loyal a fanbase is, you still lose them to other media when what they crave isn't available in a certain amount of time and BOBF was the balm to that ache for many of us despite us also simultaneously being disappointed in how they handled BOBF. Boba and BIPOC characters deserve better. But that's for another essay.

Season 3 failed the moment Din and Grogu were reunited in BOBF along with Din's new ship. This broke what made Mando so unique and special as stated in my first point where fans could casually get into Mando without needing decades of SW lore to enjoy it, and now those fans are left behind because they didn't realize they had to invest in The Book of Boba Fett to be included in the Members Only Season of The Mandalorian and that's being reflected in its ratings.

I genuinely believe if they had opened Mando Season 3 with his entrance in BOBF and led the first two episodes with Din tracking down his tribe after delivering his bounty for said information, was made an apostate, and rejected to see Grogu all in one episode... that would have given the season far more possibilities for plot than what this season has offered us in the last 6 episodes. And especially so if they recapped the important plot details that Season 2 set up but expected fans to remember after 3 years and tied those plot points in in a way that upped the urgency Season 3 has lacked so far.

In Chapter 11: The Heiress when Din is saved by Bo and her clan, he only agrees to help them with their raid in exchange for where he can find a Jedi teacher for Grogu. But what did they need that raid for? To steal weapons in order to take down the Imperial remnants that still plunder Mandalore that will help them retake their planet. Aside from Bo's castle getting blown up by TIE fighters, we're not reminded of this fact at all during this season. Din and Bo were able to get to Mandalore with ease and stroll around like it was nothing. There were no ships hovering around the planet, no secret bases, no symbols, not even recently defunct battle droids. Mandalore was painted as a planet that was free real-estate that they could've moved in to that day the moment they realized the planet had breathable air and just some old robots and troll species to worry about. There was no reminder of this being a potentially dangerous planet as an Imperial wasteland.

But Bo's castle got blown up by TIE fighters! Where do you think they came from? The threat was obvious!

...Except it wasn't. Bo was moping around that castle in broad day light, not attempting to hide. Why didn't they blow her castle up sooner if she was a threat? And even if it came out later that Bo was part of the siege to free Gideon, they should have made it less obvious because yeah where DID they come from? Sure as shit not Mandalore, and why when she's united with Din the second time in this episode? And if this threat is linked to Thrawn, as we see his return in the trailer for Ahsoka, they should have recapped Chapter 13: The Jedi where Ahsoka shook down Elsbeth for information regarding where Thrawn's location is (which leads to Ahsoka's spin off series).

So yes the plot IS there, just not written in a way that reminds fans of what was at stake leading up to Season 3 and expanded upon those threats even within just opening scenes. The Mandalorian had brilliantly made whatever the opening scene was as foreshadowing the rest of the episode's plot. Season 3 could have used those recaps, flashbacks, or even a bonus scene to something we already saw in the previous season as that reminder audiences need after 3 years to remember what the stakes are and why it still impacts Din and Grogu regardless if Bo is now going on either a redemption journey herself or is secretly the season's antagonist.

And even if Bo is meant to be a central character, Mando has glossed over the fact that she was responsible for Mandalor's downfall TWICE and was considered a traitor, a terrorist, and the reason why her sister was murdered. It's possible they didn't reveal that for specific reasons, but it feels lazy not to hint at it in some ways that let the audience wonder if Bo is meant to be an antagonist or hero this time around, especially as an established selfish, morally gray character. And it's unfair that her redemption is this easy when her laundry list of sins she committed never properly held her accountable, and even with genuine remorse and empathy, Bo still is willing to make choices that benefit her in the long wrong over the benefit of others.

Which leads me to...

4. The Mandalorian Has Always Been About Din and Grogu

"The show is called The Mandalorian, not The Din Djarin and Grogu Show. Anyone can be The Mandalorian, and besides, it's plural!"

First off, The Mandalorian isn't plural. I just want to make that clear. The Mandalorian is a singular person and, although yes it can be anyone, it's explicitly about Din he is THE Mandalorian who walked the surface to bring back money, food, and goods to his tribe while everyone else stayed underground, hiding. Din made a name for himself as the best Bounty Hunter in the Parsec in a world where everyone believed Mandalore was a dead, unlivable planet and that

The Mandalorians, much like the Jedi, were extinct. This was reiterated in dialogue throughout the show by multiple characters, and is why Din was so special. Because when they heard about a Mandalorian it's always Din. Even gaining that land for his people, everyone will still turn to Din because he's THE Mandalorian to them. He's the one who has united people, saved towns, been the diplomat, and the reason why many characters and even Nevaro exist. He's the Mando people will recognize and hold esteem for, not anyone else even if Bo does try to take the mantle and that's because she's The Heiress, even to the likes of the Armorer, and The Armorer is the Armorer. Din will never shake that title even if he wanted to, because he's the one who's left a mark on the galaxy he lives in along with his green son, and Bo nor anyone else will be able to take that from him because they'll have their own titles in that universe to live up to whether they like it or not.

"But Din doesn't even want to be the main character in his own show! His story is over, let him and Grogu be at peace!"

That's the other problem, their stories are far from over. We already know that Thrawn is alive, Dr. Pershing doesn't understand how his science is genocidal, and Gideon is walking around with potentially his own Mandalorian bodyguards or is setting Din up. As long as these men exist and the Empire is a problem, they will hunt down Grogu for their cruel science projects and kill Din in order to achieve that. But this season hasn't reminded us of that at all and has given people a false idea that Din and Grogu's stories are over when they absolutely are not. And even if Bo is intended to take the torch from Din, that doesn't wrap up his story or Grogu's it just makes it second fiddle for Bo to either redeem herself or make everything worse again. Time will tell I guess, but do not for a moment think that Din and Grogu are safe. They absolutely are not. Lastly,

5. Strong Stories Have Reluctant Protagonists

"Who wants to watch a show about someone who's a reluctant leader? Mandalor the Reluctant? I don't think so!"

Um... you do. That's literally the hero's journey. Bilbo Baggins never wanted an adventure. He wasn't confident in his abilities and he wasn't interested in helping the dwarves succeed. He was tricked by Gandalf by a false sense of duty. Luke Skywalker was content with his life on Tatooine until his childhood home an aunt and uncle perished and he physically couldn't go back even if he wanted to. Joel was a reluctant father figure to Ellie after his own losses despite his journey starting on greed. There's so many beloved characters that don't even want to star in their own stories but that's what makes them strong characters. They're forced to go on journeys they don't want to help them come to terms with their own inner termoil or even achieve the greatest version of themselves that they wouldn't have risen to if not for their inability to go back to their normal lives before the call of the journey. So even if we're all okay with more Din and Grogu adventure stories or even okay with Bo taking over, it feels unsatisfactory for Din to just hand the darksaber over to Bo after years of trying to get ride of it and handing his son, whom he spent at least a year apart from, to whoever is available to go on unrelated missions with Bo. There's a reason why people feel unsatisfied and disappointed with this season, and it's valid regardless of what you're okay with. Mando was built on strong writing and they've forgone simple solutions to cut corners in order to spit out a mediocre season when it had the potential to be not just fun but an incredible return of Din, Grogu, and introduction of Bo if she's meant to take the mantle down the line.

One more thing!

6. Bo Isn't a Worthy Leader (added 4/12/2023)

I know this may ruffle some peoples' feathers, but hear me out. I want to remind everyone once again I genuinely like Bo and have nothing against her, and my beef is with how the writers treated her this season and have mislead non Clone Wars and Rebels fans.

Bo deserves the title! The darksaber chose her! She wields it so well, and after all that she's gone through she deserves her redemption!!

A lot of fans of the show who haven't watched Rebels don't realize that Bo at one point couldn't wield the saber, either. It was Satine who taught her how. As far as I'm aware, the darksaber requires the wielder's thoughts and actions to flow into the Darksaber to fuel its energy, which then affects the weight and has nothing to do with being the chosen one like Excalibur. Anyone can learn to wield it if Bo was willing to teach them, hell even Gideon seemed to have a good grasp on it. Din even said in episode 7 that the saber doesn't dictate who is a worthy leader, it's based on principles and honor (which Bo conveniently chose not to inform Din on how she doesn't fit that bill).

Bo, this whole season, has shown time and time again she's not a worthy leader. At least, not yet. Bo has MANY sins to make up for. As I said earlier: Bo was a terrorist, she led to Mandalore's downfall... twice (now potentially thrice), led an incursion that got her sister killed, was openly racist towards Boba Fett and others, sexually assaulted Ahsoka, and burned down villages just because she could. None of these were ever brought up in Mando and it not only made Bo an innocent woman who lost everything and just needs her people and planet back, but also erases her history without ever fully holding her accountable.

Bo has fantastic military leadership (as shown this season alone), but when it comes to diplomatic, she falls short. All of her choices have led her to losing the darksaber, losing Mandalore, getting many people killed, and her prejudices have gotten in the way of true diplomacy where Din had to step in when she was ready to give up or use force to get what she wanted. She didn't even bother to try to win her people back or make a plan to take back Mandalore, she was content staying at home and crying on her throne until Din and Grogu forced her to finally do something productive.

All of this circles back to my point on why Din being a reluctant character is important to the overall story. For someone who doesn't want to lead, he's shown the most leadership skills all season by putting others before him and communicating on everyone else's level instead of expecting them to rise to his which is a stark contrast to Bo's actions this season. He's multi-lingual, finds ways to speak to other species to make them feel seen and heard, and consistently gives up his own food and resources to those in need even if it's with a grumble at first (Frog Lady comes to mind). Everything Bo lacks or doesn't attempt, Din jumps head first in. Which is why I think there's such a divide on Bo's character this season and it's easier to say she stole the show from Din when, in reality, her desire to lead but having no leadership skills is what has drawn out the frustrating aspects of Season 3's storyline that's hard to put your finger on but might've given you anxiety regardless. Her role as Mandalore doesn't feel earned and her character feels cheated, again regardless of how you personally feel about her as a character and if you want what's best for her.

I think I had more to say but I'm running a blank now. I'm tagging @yourcoolauntie cause I know I promised to talk to you about all of this and I still plan on messaging you but figured this confined space would get everything out in one go rather than getting lost in the sauce in a tiny little chat box on here. Everyone is welcome to DM me over this, comment, challenge me, whatever you need to feel better regardless of what your stance is over the show. This isn't meant to dismiss anyone or make anyone feel invalidated as I said, just a safe space with facts that you can do what you please with to either validate how you feel or recognize where that discomfort or frustration is coming from regardless if you're enjoying this season or not. You're seen, you're heard, and I'll see you on the other side after this upcoming episode tonight.

@artificial-usagi I got you, boo.

I don't know if anyone's done this yet cause I'm not in the PP fandom, I haven't seen it, but since watching SNL I can't unsee this whenever I get the ad for it so suffer with me.

I made this in 5 minutes while I made mac n cheese don't @ me over quality just enjoy.