tag game: (star wars)
ayy thank you for the tag @insertmeaningfulusername :D
1.ride or die ship (your otp): dinluke ofc
2. most annoying ship: i have a few on the annoying list but i won’t mention it here, don’t wanna ruffle any feathers.
3. second favourite ship: hanleia
4. favourite platonic relationship: din and the nevarro gang
5. underrated ship: reyrose tbh
6. overrated ship: ..... never mind
7. one thing i would change in canon:
the entire s3 of the mandalorian except for the part where din acquires R5.
filoni’s gotta calm down with making and putting his blorbos in everything (it gets tiring when a character has too much going on).
8. something canon did right:
making luke and leia twins.
luke training grogu.
din acquiring the darksaber and the N-1 starfighter.
han surviving the carbonite (instead of harrison’s original plan to have han die in esb).
the “parade theme” at the end of the phantom menace is similar to the “emperor’s theme” from the original trilogy.
9. a thing i'm proud of creating for the fandom
PLEASE BRAG ABOUT YOURSELF I WANT TO SEE/READ YOUR ART: i make some silly incorrect things and personal favorites are this, this, this, this and this
(the last one didn’t get much attention but i had a lot of fun imagining a whole scenario with the four of them including chewie lol)
10. a character who is perfect to me (wouldn't change a thing): original trilogy and mandalorian s2 luke, mandalorian s1-2 din, original trilogy leia and han.
11. the character i relate to the most and why: din and luke, very much
12. character(-s i hate the most and why: (i agree with you, Step) it’s Pong Krell for me too
13. something i've learned from the fandom: the fandom is huge and it’s easy to get lost and overwhelmed. find something you like about the story, then find likeminded friends and simply hangout with your small circle.
14. three tags i seek out on a03: canon-divergence, fix-it, happy ending
15. a song i strongly associate with my otp/ favourite character: i need you guys to trust me on this but just imagine all of your favorite star wars characters dancing to “get lucky”. instant serotonin
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43 + 45 for bucktommy 💕💕💕
43. falling asleep with their head in your lap +
45. running hands through hair
In the unflattering fluorescent hospital lighting, in a hard plastic visitor's chair, Evan looks wan. The light hits his face at odd angles, dragging down the deep bags under his eyes, draining his skin of its colour, its rosy vital glow.
Tommy has never seen anyone look so beautiful.
"Hey, baby," he rasps. He tries to clear his throat and ends up in a coughing fit that sets pain lancing through his body. Evan's eyes widen and in his rush to get a straw between Tommy's lips, he spills water on Tommy's chest.
"Hey, hey, it's good to see you awake," Evan says as Tommy sips his water. "How are you feeling?"
Tommy lets the straw go and tries to take stock. He looks down at himself - his left leg is in a cast from his hip down, as is his left arm. They both hurt in a dull, vague way, same as his ribs and his head. There's an IV line running through the back of his right hand. His stomach turns a little at the sight so he looks away. He's not great with needles.
"It hurts," he says, frowning. He looks back up at Evan, who plasters a fake smile on his face. "What happened?"
Evan takes his hand, carefully, cups Tommy's fingers between both of his hands without jostling the IV. "You don't remember?"
Tommy shakes his head and decides never to do that again when it makes the room spin.
"You were- there was an accident," Evan says, stroking his thumb down the back of Tommy's index finger. "You, uh, you got hit by- by a car."
"Oh." Tommy looks into Evan's eyes. They're so pretty. "Really?"
Evan smiles a little - this one is real, Tommy can tell. "Yeah. What's the last thing you remember?"
Tommy thinks, tries to grasp the memory of what he was doing before he woke up. It's hard to hold onto any one thought - it's like chasing bubbles. The second he gets his hands on one, it pops, gone. Evan likes to blow bubbles for Jee. She runs through them, twirling until each and every one is gone, and asks again, again! It's so cute it makes Tommy giggle.
"What's so funny, huh?" Evan asks. He's smiling still, kind of, but he looks confused.
"You're so cute," Tommy explains. He knows Evan will get what he means. Evan always gets what he means. Case in point: he laughs, which makes Tommy smile even more because he loves that sound.
"You enjoying that morphine, babe?"
Tommy almost shakes his head - but then he remembers he shouldn't. "I don't like morphine. It makes me nauseous." He pulls his hand out of Evan's hold and presses his thumb to Evan's birthmark. It fits his thumb so perfectly. Like Cinderella's shoe. "I like you, Cinderella."
Evan laughs for real, then, big and loud, and Tommy feels proud of himself. It's his job to make Evan happy. His hand is dislodged, but he raises it again, landing it in Evan's hair. It doesn't feel like gel, like he's used to, all he feels are Evan's soft curls, and he could get addicted to how they glide under his fingers. He pulls Evan closer, then down, so he's resting his head on Tommy's hip, and Tommy doesn't have to lift his hand so high to touch his hair. Evan's still smiling up at him.
"You look tired," Tommy says. Evan proves his point by yawning.
"I'm fine. You're the one who needs his rest." Evan lays a hand on Tommy's knee. He likes it, he always likes when Evan touches him.
"You can sleep," Tommy says. He traces his thumb across Evan's dark under-eye, making his eyelashes flutter, and on his way back to burying his fingers in Evan's hair he presses his thumb into Evan's birthmark again. "I want you to."
"Will you sleep if I do?"
"Yeah," Tommy lies. He thinks Evan sees through him, because Evan knows him so well, but he still closes his eyes and nuzzles against Tommy's hip.
Tommy focuses on brushing his fingers through Evan's hair, letting his curls bounce back into shape before he reaches them again, following the soothing rhythm of Evan's breathing. He loses track of time; it drips, slow like the motion of his fingers, slow like his thoughts that remain out of reach, and before he has a chance to notice it, his own eyes have grown heavy.
He falls back asleep in pain, still - but with Evan's head a welcome weight on his hip, Evan's hand on his knee, his fingers tangled up in Evan's hair, it's easy to ignore.
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