Not Din Just Nodding Like Uh... Okay. Yeah Totally.

not din just nodding like “uh... okay. yeah totally.”

bye

please have marcus take ms. granada’s place.

Saw this on Robert Rodriguez’s Facebook. We Can Be Heroes is getting a sequel, and that means we might possibly get more Daddy Marcus Moreno😍😍😍😍😍🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

@jobean12-blog @persephone-of-tartaros @marvelgirl7 @ohpedromypedro

You were a clan of two…

thank you sm 😭❤️🥺

i have promised a reunion AND I GAVE DIN BACK HIS HAPPINESS. I HAVE REDEEMED MYSELF FROM MAROON’S PAIN 😂

sanguine | din djarin

pairing: din djarin x f!reader

warnings: mentions of violence, angst, yodito’s name spoiler, face reveal, sexual references but aren’t toooo explicit

a/n: this is part two for maroon. 

i made up a planet because i couldn’t find a planet that wouldn’t be obvious to hiding Mandalorians, ya know? I’ve never written smut before and as much as I wanted to include it, I’d just ruin it BUT I’m learning lol. also, happy new year to everyone! I hope this year brings you joy, health, and happiness. please enjoy and let me know what you think!

masterlist

No matter how long it has been, you are always thrown back to the day you lost everything. Your necklace is a constant reminder of the death of you. No matter if you’re at the market buying the supplies you’re running dangerously low on or if you’re in the midst of stitching up a laceration - your hand always finds its way around the symbol of pain.

Keep reading

fraaaaankiiiieeeeeeee 😭❤️

his hands are miracles

Pairing: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x F!Reader

Warnings: None. Frankie is just a little flirty and calls you “good girl” ;)

A/N: I was struck with the need to write about Frankie whittling. Y’all tired of me talking about his hands yet?

The title comes from a quote by Katja Millay: “His hands are miracles. I can watch them for hours, transforming wood into something it never dreamed of being.”

[Frankie masterlist]

Frankie was up early–early enough to hear the birds when they just began singing. He rolled over and smiled at your sleeping form. One hand was tucked under your head and the other seemed to be reaching out to him. He was tempted but he wouldn’t wake you just yet. Instead, he took a quick shower and threw on some comfy clothes before heading down to the garage.

—

You reached out for Frankie but only found an empty space. You sat up and called out for him before rolling out of bed and walking to the window. His pickup was still parked in the driveway so he hadn’t left. Unless he went for a walk.

Then you opened the window and heard the faint sound if music playing. It sounded as though it was coming from the garage. You smiled and grabbed one if his hoodies that had somehow become yours and made your way downstairs.

You walked as quietly as you could so as not to disturb him. You walked through the door and found him at his workspace, knife in hand, as he blew away some excess wood from the branch he was working on. His head moved to the music for a moment before he stilled as he held the branch up to his eyes to see his work better. You stepped closer but still kept your distance.

He switched out the bigger knife for a smaller one, twirling it expertly as he whistled to the music. He tightened his grip on the branch–you could tell by the way the veins in his hand became a little more pronounced. The sleeves of his hoodie were rolled up so you could see the sinew of his arms straining as well.

Keep reading

Din Djarin: (ง'̀-‘́)ง 

Pedro Pascal: (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*✲ﾟ*｡⋆