#fightinh

[cardi-c]

he’s ready to throw hands

c: @spazvsp

[darksilvania]

"Kroelian MEOWTH is a completely different beast from other MEOWTHs around the Globe, adapted to the harsh life on the region it has become larger and stronger, and it is way more aggressive, reacting violently to any kind of confrontation, even when its foe is bigger than it. Its prefferred way of dealing with any situation is headbutting, to the point where what once was a shiny coin adorning its forehead has flattened and stretched forming a small helmet, which only makes its headbutting stronger and more destructive. However this constant habit of headbutting its way through life doesnt come without consequences, and the pokemon suffers from cronic headaches, that only worsen its mood and make it more aggressive. This vicious cycle of anger and pain will eventualy give way to the pokemon evolving into a new species, known as WAMPURSSLE, a fierce six-legged predator know for its strenght, speed and ferocity. Thanks to its exta set of limbs, it can attack and move at the same time without having to stop, and, if necesary, it will use its head to fight, adorned with a sharp, diamond-shaped gem, that is as hard as steel. Unexperienced trainers are adviced to avoid this pokemon in the wild, for it will not go down without a fight, and will attack both pokemon and trainer alike." ???-MEOWTH -Fighting -The Scratch Cat pokemon -Ability: Headstrong* - Anger Point(HA) -->Evolves at lvl 28<--

???-WAMPURSSLE (Wampus-Persian-Tussle) -Fighting -The Wild Cat Pokemon -Ability: Headstrong* - Anger Point(HA)

*Pokemon attack increases after taking recoil damage, also recoil damage is halved.

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Kroelian MEOWTH and WAMPURSSLE are based on a couple of American cryptids that are part of what is known as Fearsome Critters, a term used to describe any mythical or folkloric creature from early lumberjack tales that were said to inhabit wilderness of North America MEOWTH is based on the Splinter Cat WAMPURSSLE is based on the Wampus Cat

[minignf]

OKAY UR IN LOVE WITH HIM TOO???? GET IN LINE ALEC

[andrewknightley]

hawke: ser thrask u are the only templar i respect

thrask: i kidnapped your sister even when we agreed in waht we want

hawke: nevermind

[ayumunoya]

I don’t know how to be kind enough to myself to allow me creating art again, I used to be but it’s harder and harder everyday to be kind even when it causes me to go slowly insane.

[concessionstantinople]

Who will win: waiting for my brother to get off the computer so I can play video games with my dear beloved vs my warm cozy bed

[sheila--e]

sorry if i ever sent u a message when i just woke up and im still delirios...

[maryse127]

Watching someone play Final Fantasy VII Rebirth and Why are Tifa's boobs breasting so boobily during the fitness minigame??

[jacevelaryonswife]

Golden and Silver, my new colors | part four

Aemond never thought that a little thing like you could have such a firm pulse, but the discoveries about his beautiful wife were just beginning along the night.

∴pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Wife!reader

∴warnings and a note: angst, intense fightinh, english is not my first language. There's a bit of book!aemond here, don't be so surprised by some of his actions and words.

golden and silver masterlist

The arrival of Princess Rhaenyra at King's Landing was responsible for removing much of the doldrums present in the corridors of the Red Keep, much for the murmurs, accusations and public murder in the throne room. Like her children and uncle-husband, the heiress of Viserys I didn't seem so excited about returning home, especially in the conditions that followed her departure from Dragonstone. Family drama, you thought, something the Targaryens seemed to sow in every generation. However, the princess was not the only one unhappy, your husband Aemond also seemed to share the feeling, especially in relation to Rhaenyra's eldest children. He also seemed restless, which caused him to be hyperfocused on certain things. You noticed that two days ago he overdid himself in time and effort during training, that his fists were clenched as you dinner together — much to your dismay — and that his gaze seemed even more centered on your figure. That last one you'd noticed since your earlier outburst in the bedroom, when his eye burned over your body not so discreet over the next few days, but it wasn't enough for you to care.

In addition, your recent exclusion routine was somewhat affected by the arrival of the princess, as the king wanted his family constantly together at lunches or dinners, which was particularly stifling at times and fun at others. It took all of your self-concentration not to chuckle at the annoyance visible on the faces of the Targaryen and Velaryon princes, especially in relation to your husband, you would love to laugh openly at him, much because everything you knew about Rhaenyra Targaryen and her family came from biased information from your parents, avid supporters of the Green Queen's entourage. However, the princess and her children have been nothing but kind to you on the short occasions of mingling. Which brings you to the current situation: the princess's return dance.

The event was outrageously lavish, with music, food and drink throughout the hall. You've always loved showing off your good looks and fancy dresses at these times (any time really), and particularly today your urge to show off was even more intense. Your husband was also careful about his appearance, with perfectly tailored clothes, absurdly well-groomed hair, and a freshly woody smell that unfortunately belonged only to him. In your nights of intimacy that aroma was one of the most pleasant things to feel, besides the soft hand that he rested next to your face, or sometimes, touching your cheek. You don't know why you brooded over those memories, but the bitterness in your mouth was enough to push them away. That said, when Aemond entered your shared chambers and found three servants assisting in your tidying up, he was faced with a dilemma: what to do about you?

Your dissatisfaction with him was openly said, and according to you: there was no way to change. He didn't want to let you down, not anymore, not when the guilt crept up on him. It was torturous to have self-knowledge that he was responsible for the failure of the marriage. So for the last few days he's put up a continual fight towards you (when he wasn't thinking about the Strong bastards or his bloody sister). What should he do? Keep the situation the same or try to remedy it? Try to get closer to you? Trying to be a better husband than his father was? He didn't know what to do, so he decided to ask:

“Do you want me to wait for you?”

You didn't deign to look at him.

"No."

It was humiliating to lower his head and nod silently, but he submitted to you and left the room, his breath catching in his throat. Aemond never thought a little thing like you could have such a firme pulse, but the discoveries about his beautiful wife were just beginning along the night. It wasn't a surprise that he wasn't one for celebrations, not even the smallest ones. His chosen spot was strategically at the far end of the table so that he could abstain from his surroundings, though it was also Aegon's favorite place to slip away unnoticed. He wasn't a dancer either, which proved both a burden and a constraint for you to remain beside him at the table without whirling around the room out of respect for your married status and your boring husband. No more.

That night you needed more time to get ready, from the long shower to choosing your jewelry. Your extravagantly golden dress was embroidered on the finest fabrics to compose the intricate and luxurious textures and layers. Your large gold earrings fell from your ear and stood out against your mostly loose hair, perfectly matching your dress and shoes. You were stunning, truly perfect. A broad smile filled your features before leaving your chambers, accompanied by Sir Koren along the way. You didn’t notice the long look he left fall into your figure at the sight of you, and unfortunately it would have done your ego some good to have picked up on that little slip. However, such a feeling was quelled when the eyes of everyone at the table fell on your very presentable figure. From your husband to dear Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, being greeted by a knowing and simple smile on your part.

“Sorry for the late.”

"No problem. You look splendid, my dear,” Alicent said.

“Thank you, my queen,” you said, “my king, my princess,” she greeted.

The princess delivered a welcome compliment before you sat between your husband and Princess Helaena, not sparing a glance at the man beside you. He seemed to look at you too much, truly surprised at how ethereal you were tonight. His mouth dried for a moment, hands itching to hold your waist tightly. His beautiful and dazzling wife, so graceful and tempting. Therefore, when the king arose to greet the presence of his daughter and heir to the throne, Aemond placed his hand on your thigh (knowing you wouldn't like it) and leaned over to whisper:

“You are stunning, my lady.”

“Thank you, husband,” you didn't look back, waiting intently for the king's speech to end so you could taste the wine. From your seat and disinterest, Prince Aegon's covetous gaze went unnoticed, himself unconcerned by the setback to his younger brother, who was intently probing Jacaerys and Lucerys across the table. You chose to eat slowly before going to the center of the hall, not exaggerating the amount of meat pie to avoid discomfort when dancing. During the meal, you complimented Princess Helaena and her basic green dress. It was an ugly design, with even uglier fabric, but she looked lovely tonight. Poor girl, you thought, even as she managed a shy smile and returned to her introspection.

Though you was destined not to be at the table overnight, a twinge of nervousness cooled after burning in your belly at the thought of your family's angry reaction. The same reaction that would make you laugh satisfeid later. So, such concerns gradually ceased to plague your mind, sipping wine one last time before leaving the table without warning, leaving your second family and husband behind. Even though most were very busy with their private affairs, especially the members of the black princess party, your attitude was noticed by the green queen, the drunken prince and your husband, Aemond one-eye.

And oh! How you've missed the thrill of flying like a butterfly across the hall, not entirely concerned with duty and all that other nonsense.

Your friend Kalena was with your spouse's family members, waving at you as she went back to chatting with her husband's mother. Meanwhile, Drusilla, another friend of yours, spotted you without difficulty in the crowd, walking towards you with a glass of wine in her hand.

“What is this dress? I swear if my husband died right now I’d find a way to seduce Prince Daeron just to have one of these.”

You let out a snort before laughing out loud, twirling around to display the golden magnitude that hugged your body. "It's one of the few perks, actually, besides the spices in the baths."

"Stop! You're making me dream,” she complained, “how are you? And your lord husband? Is he still a door?” she asked quietly.

“I'm fine, and he can fuck off,” you replied firmly, making her eyes widen.

“Since when does the most polite court lady use such bad words? Has living with Prince Aegon tainted you?”

Your eyes roll back in amusement. “The prince contaminates any environment, but that is the last thing I want to think about right now.” You looped your arm through hers and pulled her toward the center, moving in time with the upbeat music. The next few moments were followed by smiles and joy, though Drusilla withdrew minutes later to join her husband.

However, young Wes Tullington of approximately 13 years old politely approached to ask for your company in a dance. A restrained smile and a raised hand was all the answer he needed to respectfully guide you across the room. Perhaps all it took for the other lords to lose some of their fear of approaching Prince Aemond's wife was the bravery (or madness) of one young man, for as soon as the music ended other lords of varying ages appeared in the room. ray in a kind of discreet line, which made Prince Aegon chuckle at the table and rise to stand beside his brother's rigid body.

“How can you be the smartest while being so stupid at the same time? I mean… just look at her. I wish I was so lucky,” he muttered, aware enough for Helaena not to hear and unconcerned enough to go to your destination and make the elderly man who danced with you step aside out of respect. Oh no.

“Sister-in-law,” he greeted, still sober to your surprise.

“Prince,” you said, looking at the movement behind him.

“Are you excessively beautiful tonight, any special occasions? Or do you intend to surprise my brother later?”

There it was.

“The arrival of the princess seems like a special enough occasion,” you replied.

“A pity indeed. Although this dress is appropriate for ladies of your condition, I preferred the green one where you can see the tops of your breasts.”

And then, you finally looked down on him. "I'd rather wear your Flea Bottom mistresses' clothes than wear green again."

“Wow, is my brother such a bad husband? What a shame,” he scoffed.

“At least you have perception, one real quality.”

He chuckled and lowered his gaze before leaning against your ear. “If you want to have fun with someone who knows how to satisfy a woman, you know where my room is.”

The junction between disgust and anger stamped your features. How vile he was. “I think you should make such a proposal to your wife, my prince.”

Indeed, poor Helaena.

If you had more boldness in you, the ideal answer would be the neglected condition of the sweet princess and his wife, but you didn't want to sour your night too soon or look for trouble with a lecher like Aegon. So you just endured him for the end of the song before you quickly walked away, deeper into the hall when a hand landed on your shoulder.

“My lady, may I have a dance?”

Prince Jacaerys asked, expression sympathetic and one hand raised.

Aegon's gaze soured a little, turning to see a disgruntled Aemond across the hall. Oh boy, he was sure to get into trouble later on, but maybe little Jace Strong's attitude could ease his situation. Maintaining considerable eye contact with his brother, Aegon lost himself in the corridors as he left you and Rhaenyra's son together, your hands together as you accepted being spun around by him. You didn't care about your parents' disgruntled expressions and the deadly fury built up in your husband's slender body, which had such clenched fists and a piercingly angry look. He hasn't stopped looking at you since you left. The Tullington boy's attitude particularly amused him, but those who followed were an affront, especially when you allowed yourself to laugh at whatever they had said. And then, Aegon happened, the disrespectful little shit needed to act as usual. He was already irritated enough and intended to bring you over to the table to stand next to him on the pretext that dessert had arrived, knowing that you had a sweet tooth, but then, one movement sent him over the edge. Your bitch sister's bastard son had the nerve to lay a hand on you, asking for a dance. And most aggravating of all: you accepted it.

It wouldn't look like this.

He didn't wait long before sneaking off the table and over to the two of you, avoiding making a scene in front of his father, who was literally falling apart. With heavy strides, he gripped your waist and stood at your side in a threatening stance to face Jacaerys, pure venom oozing from his next words:

“My lord Velaryon, I would like a moment alone with my wife,” his nose wrinkled as he pronounced the surname.

Jace watched him intently, almost too seriously, pulling away with both hands at the same time.

“My lady, it was a pleasure”, he greeted, walking back to the table.

The idea of asking your husband if he decided to start dancing crossed your mind, but you knew better that indifference was the only answer he deserved, so you allowed yourself to be led back to the table by your husband's heavy hand in your waist, just to see the berry pie being served. Did he bring you into this? Certainly not, but it was somewhat welcome. As you sat down, Aemond placed a possessive hand on your thight and held it throughout the meal, never once wavering from the grip. He nibbled on the pie a few times, but mostly the entire time you spent savoring the sweet, the prince looked at you intently. However, you had no intention of sitting any longer, you just didn't count on having your hand locked on your thigh — which was effective in getting the message across. He didn't want you to leave. But that was his problem, not yours.

You returned the intensity in the gaze firmly, facing him for long seconds before getting up, still looking at him, and returning to the hall.

Aemond felt like he could drag you out of there in front of everyone, and he really wanted to do that and pin you against the bedroom door. Cornering you. And that's exactly what he did next. Standing up like a hunter and taking you discreetly by the arm, making your eyes roll at first before realizing what was happening.

“What do you think you are doing?” You asked.

No answer. You could act like a spoiled child and stomp your feet on the ground, but by the way his jaw was set and fire seemed to come out of his nostrils, you had no doubt he'd have you on his shoulder in front of everyone. Sir Koren followed you, keeping a considered distance from Aemond's fury. He chose not to answer your question until he reached his room, striding along the corridors of the red fortress. You weren't scared, furious yes, how dare he?

When the door closed behind him, his body made a prison with the wood, caging you in.

“What do you think you are doing, lady wife?” he demanded.

You didn't respond, making him push to lean your body against the door fully with his.

"I made a question."

“Am I your lady wife now, lord husband?” Your tone was calm, but prickly.

“Is this about it? Is this whole scene because of that?”

"A scene? Do you think I allowed myself a joy because I wanted to get your attention? I thought I made it clear that I don't seek your approval, my prince, not anymore,” you replied, but it wasn't enough for either of you. “But if we can agree on something, yes, you’re the main reason for this, after all, if you hadn't been a shitty husband, I would probably remain flying around like a fly anxious for crumbs of your affection. If there's anything I should be grateful to you for, the only good thing you've ever done for me is open my eyes to a world beyond endless subordination. So thank you, Aemond.”

Your words were overly cutting, but they didn't make him back down.

“Do you think this is a game and you can openly tease me without suffering consequences?”

“And what consequences would I suffer? What will you do? Lock me in the fucking room?” You scoffed. "I'd rather throw myself out the window than let that happen."

His hand snapped aggressively on the door behind you.

“And what the fuck do you want? What do you want me to do? Kneel me at your feet and beg for forgiveness?”

That was too much for you.

“I already said exactly what I want, but maybe I overestimated your intelligence.” Your fists clenched and how you would like to punch him in the face, even if it was in vain. “I've spent months trying to get close to you, be your friend, be your fucking wife, only to be met with indifference, loneliness and a child I don't even want. For a while I thought I was being pathetic to persist, but I realized that this is what normal people do when they want to build a good relationship. They care, they try, and I tried for a long time before I realized the problem wasn't me, it was you, the problem was always you, Aemond Targaryen,” you exploded. “I don't feel the slightest desire to forgive you, nor my mother for pushing me into this union and nor the queen for making me insist. I just want you to get out of my life and take all this shit with you. Is this what you wanted to hear? That I hate you? Well here it is: I fucking hate you! And there is nothing in my body that wants to change that.”

The fury brewing in the prince's heart was gradually replaced by something unspeakable. There was guilt in his chest, but it wasn't the only feeling. How could he be so wrong with you? How did things get to this point? When did he become the problem? He knew all these answers, since all of his actions were conscious. He deserved all the heartache you poured out. And he truly hated himself for it. He hated himself so much that he cupped both sides of your face and lowered his face to yours, bringing your foreheads together as he closed his eyes. He could feel a part of his wall cracking, but he didn't want to stop it.

“I'm really sorry,” he said your name, leaning even closer to your body. “I'm sorry that I was purposely absent and I didn't strive to be the husband you deserved, that you needed. I was nothing but insensitive, reckless, selfish and stupid for making fun of you and I know that nothing I say will ever be enough to heal the trouble I've caused, the scars I've caused, but I'll try at all costs. days remedy this and be the husband you deserve. I'm really sorry. Please. Just give me a chance. Give me the opportunity to make things right. I'm not asking for your forgiveness, just the chance to prove my word.”

That was all you wanted to hear. A few weeks ago, maybe. But why does it look so inviting now? Why did you let a few tears escape as you pushed him out of your space, too upset to want him near and too in need of any physical affection, whatever. Why did he take so long?

“Spend three months trying, maybe I'll consider accepting your proposal,” you said bitterly, turning towards the bed.

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[andrewknightley]

anyways posting on other place the benji art i cannot here ú_ú link in the notes check the tagging etc etc

[pinyeti]

luffy's relationship with momonosuke felt oddly familiar, and then I realized it reminded me of how ACE USED TO TREAT LUFFY

taking him seriously, not cutting him slack for being a child, forcing him to step up, FIGHTINH him

I can't help but feel like he sees him as a little brother, and he's big brothering him the only way he knows how and it just kills me that ace is living on this way and momonosuke's dad being on Roger's pirate crew? maybe in some other world they'd both be fighting the 8 year old

it kills me

[yb-cringe]

It’s 2 am I should be sleeping but instead of sleep brain there is just VEGERETISH. Not even coherent thoughts at this hour. Just what if Eret and Vegetta fought a bunch of withers together for fun. Technically it’s because Eret needs Nether stars for beacons because they wants to make another big gay beacon thing BUT Foolish finds wither fights annoying and Eret is still too nervous to approach anyone else for help. So starts fighting them herself. Vegetta sees her get the achievement and is like “why is this crazy guy fightinh a wither what the fuck”

Goes to check it out. Cut to his jaw dropping when this crazy book nerd is tanking withers in nothing but vanilla gear. No modded weapons or armor!!! She says they get in her way!! What the fuck! What the fuck!!!

Or if Vegetta saw Eret and Foolish sketching building designs together and got jealous because he thought that was THEIR shared interest thing. What do you mean Eret designed their own castle AND L’Manberg’s walls (those are SEXY WALLS) this is so not cool.

Although. Vegetta will begrudgingly admit they seem to have good taste.

holy fuck yeah.

Eret would 100% tank withers in vanilla gear. She's so used to her other servers that all this modded shit is so weird to her-- She never uses it. It's interesting to catalogue but thats all. She prefers familiarity.

Which is very sweet and also batshit insane considering Vegetta bathes Foolish in moonlight swords and spiderclimb gear and goddammit!! shes gonna get herself killed! and thats foolish's partner!! he cant just.. let that happen

so he does Try to give her armor. gear and weapons etc. it goes Not great mostly bc eret doesnt understand why he's just trying to give her things and why he gets so upset when she says nah im good.

She continues to be frustratingly good at holding her own without vegettas help. she does begrudgingly allow him to come with her on PARTICULARLY dangerous quests. jsut bc vegetta looks like a kicked puppy when she starts to say she's fine.

[gentrychild]

AFO VS MINETA 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 🍇🤛

Listen, I haven’t followed BNHA for months now but are you telling me that after fightinh about every kid in 1-A (and apparently getting his ass kicked by the best birb), AFO is now fighting Mineta but still hasn't interacted in any way with Izuku????

[cringe-fresh-from-my-trashcan]

i promised myself i would never post any of my art on here bc i didnt want the chance for people to connect it to my main but i dont think i care anymore. my mental state has been awful, my life has been awful, its becoming harder and harder everyday to keep going i dont know hwy i even make an effort anymore. my parents are fightinh in the other room as i type this and here i am making degenerate bullshhit art like this. it is 2 am. my life means nothing anymore. i mean nothing. my body is nothing but a vessel for these characters in my brain. i will never have a meaningful relationship. i will never have friends. i do not do anything worth the effort being alive. the only thing that makes me feel anything nowadays is fucking porn of my favorite characters, i am a pathetic degenerate thing, i am no angel.

i havent slept in so long i cant do anything im so tired.

[burnadicarwoz]

OMG WATCH THIS TEASER THEY PUT OUT IM SO HYPED AAAAAAA

Dude. Like, DUDE WHAT THEY JUST DROPPING THIS OUTTA NOWHERE AND ITS SO COOL WHAT-

Uuuugghhh, I'm gonna be such a picky nerd about this but it will be out of sheer love for the series, there's just some things I need in this show.

1: substories. Obvs, but It ain't yakuza if kiryu ain't doing some over the top crap in bits of downtime. He's so cool in the teaser already, but I need to also know he's the same stone slab of comedy he always is in the games (always love seeing him wanna help others even in odd situations too it shows how caring he is)

2. That's it really everything else looks PERFECT. THE SETS LOOK AWESOME, KIRYU AND NISHIKI LOOK GREAT, FIGHTINH INTENSE, ITS ONLY A TEASE BUT I WANT DO MUCH MORE AAAAA OCT CANT COME SOONER :))))))))))

[spextronaut]

My thoughts on this week’s episode of the Mandalorian:

I really hope this episode is good considering it’s, yk, the last episode of the season

“Moff Gideon is alive” no shit Bo-Katan

I’d like some helmetless Din pls as payment for how shit this season has been

he’s so babygirl fr fr

oh shit he’s a badass babygirl good for him

GROGU SAVING HIS DAD!!!!!!! IM FUCKIJG CRYING

“I need you to be brave for me” BROOOOOO 😭😭

“You with me?” DIN SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH

if Din doesn’t remove his helmet at all I will fucking cry Pedro said we’d get more helmetless Din content 😭

R5 you fucking icon

“I’m sorry I don’t speak binary” bro. bro. fucking he. I cry

R5 my favorite anxiety ridden droid

Mandos always slay fr

mkay well that decoy didn’t fucking work

Another death from the looks of it but at least I don’t give a shit about this dude

This is some s2 shit thank god I adore he

Omfg I adore him look at this fucker what a badass

R5 KILLED A DROID WHAT THR FUCK

goddamn rockstar slide what a slay

R5 can fly?????

Grogu my absolute beloved

why are there people in tubes that seems kinda illegal

FUCKING JUMPSCARE JESYS CHRIST

The armorer really seems sus and idk how to feel about it

I miss when Din had the Darksaber smh

I won’t complain about Bo Katan and the armorer slaying so hard tho I love that

????? What the fuck???

Grogu really shouldn’t be here ngl

Don’s getting his shit rocked that’s always fun

Oh god not these fuckers a 3v1 is far from fair

GROGU SAVE YOUR FUCKING DAD AGAIN!!!!

if they kill Grogu. I swear on my fucking life I’m not coming back

GROGU BEAT THEY FUCKIN ASSES

Din ain’t doing too hot rn that’s not great

HELL YEAH “I’ve got this. Go save your kid” IM FUCKING CRYIJG

DIN DJARIN YOU FUCKINH ICON I LOVE YOU

THEYRE FIGHTINH TOGETHER FOT THE FIRST TIME I LOVE THIS

“You did good, kid” IM NOT CRYING NO NOT AT ALL

HE BROKE THE FUCKING DARKSABER???? I DIDNT INOW THAT WAS RVEN POSSIBLE

YES DIN AND GROGU BEAT HIS ASS

if they kill these icons I’m gonna start crying

DO NOT HURT GROGU THATS ALL I WANT

GROGU OH MY FUCKING GOD WHAT A FUCKING ICON I LOVE YOU THATS SO AWESOME YHIS SCRNE IS FUCKING GROGEOUS WHAT THE FUCK

OHHH HE EEPY 😭😭

if Grogu bathes in the living waters I will cry

OHHH MY FUCKING GOD HES GONNA DO IT WE FULL FUCKING CIRCLE RN

OHH MY GOF HE SO SMALL

“Apprentice” fuck off he’s your son

IF HIS PARENT GAVE PERMISSION. OH MY FUCKING GOD

OHHH MY FUCKING GOD

“I will adopt him as my own” FUCKING FINALLY THANK YOU THANK YOU THSNK YOU

DIN GROFU. DIN GROGU IH MY FUCKING GOD OH MY FUCKING GOD IM CRYING HES BIS SON NOW ITS CANON WAAAAA

AND THE MYTHOSAUR IS STILL HERE WHAT A SLAY

fuck off I don’t care about Bo Katan GROFU JS DIN’S SON FR FR

okay nevermind we relit the forge that’s fucking awesome

THE LITTLE LEGS ONFG HES SO EXCITED

WE BACK TO BOUNTY HUNTING!!!! THANK FUCKING GOD!!!!

IM SO EXCITED FOR NEXT SEASON ITS GONNA BE SO FUCKING GOOD

DIN GROGU 😭😭😭

IG-11 IS BACK OH MY FUCKING GOD IM CRYING IM SOBBING NOOOOO FUCK

remove the helmet. please. please I’m begging

HES GOT A FROG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

are you fucking. Not a single helmet removal all season. I’m insulted

But omfg this is a 10/10 episode I loved it so so much everyone was a badass this was such an improvement

I’m actually gonna come back for next season now since the set up for next season was great and I’m really excited for more bounty hunting shenanigans. And Bo Katan should be relocated to a more minor side character again, but I understand why she was more the focus of this season now it’s good setup for next season

Overall it was a really fun episode and I’m excited to see where they take it from here, even tho I’m disappointed that Din didn’t take his helmet off at all this season