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Luke can’t remember who exactly told him about TikTok. It was maybe one of his students or he might have overheard it mentioned in a passing conversation. Whatever the case, when he was in need of a quick distraction from marking his student’s work he figured why not? and downloaded the app.
At first, he only ever watched videos. Mainly teachers having to deal with their students and queer content creators. But that got him thinking... What if he made some videos like that too?
He tossed the idea around, even talking to Din about it to get his take on it.
Din had shaken his head with a fond smile. “You’ve honestly got the personality for it. Plus, you’re funny. Sometimes.”
That had earned Din a swift kick to the shin and a kiss on the cheek.
So, again, Luke figured why not? Nothing could be worse than his and Din’s engagement getting in the papers.
He posts his first video on a Friday afternoon, having zero followers. It’s a short little segment of him talking about some of the funny things his students did that day in class.
A week passes and five videos in, Luke already has over a million followers and people raging in the comments asking for more.
Oh god, what have I done…
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@djarinclanof3
impromptu bachata with my husband
#husbands #bachata #dance
[We’re given a view of a lounge set up: one couch, a coffee table, a flat-screen TV on a TV cabinet and a carpet. Enter Luke. Montage of him pushing the furniture around which includes tripping over the half-rolled up carpet, slipping on his socks while trying to shove the coffee table to the side and nose-diving when he pushes the couch too hard, loses his grip and is too late to catch himself on his hands.
Just as he’s setting up his laptop on the TV cabinet, we hear the sound of keys unlocking a door. There’s footsteps and Din enters wearing a suit including a satin grey waistcoat. He sighs as he kicks his shoes off and that’s when he notices the shuffled furniture. He grins.
“It’s been a while.”
Luke shrugs. “All the more reason to do it.”
Din doesn’t question it. He shucks off his jacket and loosens his tie, dumping them both on the couch. He unbuttons the top two buttons of his shirt and rolls up his sleeves but leaves the waistcoat on. Luke selects a song on the laptop. A Latin remix of Charlie Puth’s “Attention” starts to play through the speakers.
Din bops his head a little, getting into the beat. Luke does a little shimmy that has Din chuckling. They approach one another, Luke doing a suggestive body roll. Din grabs his hands, raising them up above their heads. They come nose-to-nose, Din giving Luke a quick kiss before pushing him back out.
I know that dress is karma, perfume regret
You got me thinking 'bout when you were mine, oh
And now I'm all up on ya, what you expect?
But you're not coming home with me tonight
They start the basic step sequence, Din taking the lead. He spins Luke under his arm, pulling him close and grabbing his hands again to do a big sweeping gesture over their heads. Luke leans into the movement, letting his body roll, hips popping.
Din spins around so his back is to Luke, Luke’s hands resting on his shoulders as they do the next step sequence. Luke does an around the world roll of his hips. Din spins back around and ducks into the cage of Luke’s arms, nose running up along Luke’s torso, hands feeling out his back until they’re face to face again.
You just want attention, you don't want my heart
Maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new
Yeah, you just want attention, I knew from the start
You're just making sure I'm never gettin' over you
With a quick pop of his chest, Din and Luke go back into the basic step sequence, Luke’s leg trapped between Din’s thighs, hands feeling out Din’s broad shoulders. Din spins Luke under his arm again three times at rapid speed, Luke’s head flicking around so they can face each other again. Luke does another suggestive body roll, his chest flush with Din’s. They both smile as Din leads him through the last step sequence. With his hands supporting Luke’s lower back, Luke bends backwards, back arching as his hair brushes the floor. He straightens up with one last body roll as the song ends. They’re both panting, cheeks flushed and grinning at one another.
Din’s leaning in, about to kiss Luke when Luke says, “Smile for the camera.”
Din pulls back, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He looks to where Luke is pointing and sighs. Luke laughs as Din hides his face in the crook of his neck out of embarrassment.
“Not again…”
Luke only laughs harder.]
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supernova
WOW WOW WOW is it hot in here or is just me???
catlady39
Dayuuuuuuuum hubby’s got some moves!
solonation
I literally screeched when he did that little kiss before they started dancing I can’t
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questions my students ask me part 7
#kindergarten #teacher
[We see Luke set up at his desk in his classroom. On the wall behind him are drawings and paintings done by some of his students. His hair’s a mess with blobs of paint on his face and glitter everywhere.
“Questions my students ask me part 7,” he groans, hiding his face in his hand. It causes the paint on his face to smudge even more. “This one’s bad guys, I just… I still haven’t recovered.”
Luke takes in a deep breath and just when he’s about to scream the video cuts to the next shot.
“So as a few of you may know I am related to the Naberries.” A picture appears behind Luke showing an old family picture of him when he and Leia were about ten posing with their parents, Senators Padmé and Anakin Naberrie, who are both dressed impeccably. “And it turns out that my one student’s mother is a big fan. She literally admitted at a parent-teacher meeting that the only reason she enrolled her kid here is because she knew this is where I worked which…” Luke winces. “Okay, looking back should have been the first warning sign.”
Resting his elbow on the desk, Luke cradles his cheek in his hand, staring off somewhere into the distance. “So I don’t know if she’s actually training her kid to ask these questions or if the kid just overheard their mom fangirling but we’re getting ready for nap time when this kid pulls on my pants to get my attention. I look down and say, ‘Hey kiddo, what’s up?’”
“And I kid you not!” Luke slaps his hand on the tabletop, giving the camera a wide-eyed look of almost-fear. “This kid looks me dead in the eye and asks, ‘Does your dad sleep naked?’”
Luke face plants into his desk with a groan. He twists his face so his cheek is smooshed against the tabletop, looking at the camera with a grimace.
“HOW DO YOU ANSWER THAT WITH ANY MODICUM OF PROPRIETY THAT’S ALSO KID-SAFE?!”
Peeling his face off the table Luke gives the camera a tired look. “So of course I just improvised and, me being me, I’ll take any chance I can get to make fun of my dad so I tell the kid he sleeps in a nightgown with pink fluffy bunny slippers and a nightcap and if you stay up late enough you’ll see him shuffling around with a candlestick in his hand.” Behind Luke another picture pops up this time of Ebenezer Scrooge in his old Victorian nightgown and sleep cap.
“So just a note to all parents…” Luke grips the phone with both hands, staring the camera down with the utmost seriousness before he shakes it frantically. “PLEASE THINK BEFORE YOU SPEAK! Kids soak up this shit like sponges!”
With a shake of his head and a world-weary sigh Luke ends the video.]
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Baking cookies with my son
#baking #fathersonbonding #disasterwaitingtohappen
[The phone is propped up far enough back on the kitchen island to give a wide view of the full kitchen. The countertops are spotless, not a speck of dirt in sight. There’s a collection of baking supplies in the foreground. Luke is standing in front of the island with a little boy aged eight with a mess of curls and big brown eyes. He’s on a step stool to give him some added height. They both have aprons on and are smiling at the camera.
“Alright!” Luke says, clapping his hands together. “Today we’re attempting choc chip cookies. I have my son Grogu here to assist me,” Luke gestures to Grogu who waves at the camera.
His hands move in quick sure gestures, saying something to Luke in ASL. Luke blows a frustrated raspberry.
“Sorry, here to supervise me so I don’t burn the kitchen down,” Luke corrects.
Grogu grins, nodding his head in satisfaction.
Luke looks at the camera and grimaces. “Let’s see how this goes.”
Cue a montage of Luke and Grogu attempting to bake choc chip cookies to the song In The Hall Of The Mountain King. The further along the montage plays the faster and more frantic the song and editing becomes.
Luke starts off pouring nearly half a bag of flour onto the counter instead of into the bowl. Grogu giggles silently before blowing a puff of flour into Luke’s face. Luke sputters, his bangs now powdery white. He huffs, blowing his fringe out of his eyes and only causing more flour to cloud about his face. Grogu’s clutching his stomach in silent laughter.
Luke and Grogu each break an egg into the bowl, Grogu performing the task with ease. Luke, however, ends up with more eggshell than egg in the bowl and tries to scoop it out with his fingers with great difficulty.
We see Grogu attempting to sneakily grab the container of chocolate chips while Luke reads over the recipe. Luke, without even having to look up, grabs the container and puts it on his other side far out of reach. Grogu pouts.
Jump forward and we see Luke’s the only one in frame, still puzzling over the recipe. A hand slowly creeps up into frame above the countertop. It reaches out blindly, feeling along the counter until it finds what it’s looking for, snatching the chocolate chips. Luke notices too late and swears as a head of curls goes sprinting out of the kitchen with its stolen goods. Luke’s hot on Grogu’s heels, yelling “DON’T EAT THEM ALL!”
Luke and Grogu return to the frame, chocolate chip container significantly emptier than before. They’re attempting to use the electric mixer as that is what’s recommended in the recipe. They’re both eyeing the machine as if seeing it for the first time, heads tilted in confusion, and chins cupped in an eerily similar manner. They share a look.
“Do you know how this thing works?” Luke asks, pointing to the mixer.
Grogu shrugs.
Luke sighs. “Guess we’re winging it!”
Jumpcut to Luke switching the mixer on and the batter goes flying everywhere, hitting the wall, the counter, the ceiling and both of the bakers’ faces.
Luke scrambles to switch it off but can’t figure out where the button is while the machine is on. He ends up having to pull the plug out at the wall, panting heavily as his eyes dart about, taking in the mess they’ve made.
There’s a tense silence.
“We’ll just stir it by hand,” Luke says. “Sound good?”
Grogu nods, a dollop of batter dripping from his hair and onto the counter.
A quick cut has Luke swearing, muttering, “I forgot to turn the oven on. Wait… How do you turn it on?”
Cut to Luke struggling with the roll of baking paper. He can’t seem to figure out how to tear it along the sharp edge the box provides. He ends up dropping the roll multiple times and at one point it pops out of the box, rolling across the floor and unfurling one long stream of baking paper in its wake. Grogu ends up having to do it for Luke who claps with a look of awe on his face as his son tears a clean sheet from the box and places it on the tray. Grogu beams with pride.
Quick jump cuts show Luke burning his hand multiple times while trying to work the oven. He keeps aborting swear words, what with Grogu in hearing range, waving his hand and blowing on the sore spot to try and cool it down.
While the cookies bake Luke and Grogu clean the kitchen in an attempt to get rid of any source of mess. This includes Luke having to stand on the island to clean the ceiling, holding Grogu up by the armpits so he can reach the higher parts of the shelves that got splattered, and the two of them dancing to some Mariah Carrey whilst washing the dishes.
With the cookies done, Luke burning his hand because he forgot about using an oven mitt to take out the tray, they consider their results. They’re a little lumpy and burned in places but still somewhat resemble choc chip cookies.
They share another look before each grabbing a cookie.
“On three,” Luke says. “One, two, three!”
They bite into their respective cookies, chew, then immediately spit them back out again.
Luke pulls a disgusted face while Grogu tries to wipe his tongue of any offending cookie leftovers.
“That is not sweet at all! I can barely even taste the chocolate, it’s so salty –” Luke pauses. His face scrunches as the cogs turn. The camera slowly zooms in on his thinking face. “Wait a second…”
Luke scrounges through their baking supplies and groans. He shows the container of what looks to be sugar to the camera, hiding his face in his hand with embarrassment.
“This is salt,” he bemoans. “Not sugar.”
Grogu claps his hands together, getting Luke’s attention. He signs something and Luke slowly grins.
“That’s a brilliant idea.”
They both look at the camera at the same time with mischievous smiles.
Cut to a handheld camera shot of Grogu offering a plate of their cookies to Din.
“Look what we made!” Luke says cheerily.
Din eyes the cookies in suspicion, eyes darting between Grogu, Luke, and the plate. “They look… interesting.”
Grogu brings the plate a little closer to Din’s nose in suggestion.
Din sighs but doesn’t argue, picking up one of the less-burnt cookies. He shares a quick look with Luke who’s trying to smother his laughter.
Din bites into the cookie, chewing on it thoughtfully. You can see the moment the saltiness hits, however he powers through it and gulps it down. His face is scrunched up in disgust, but he still offers a thumbs up and what is maybe supposed to be an encouraging smile.
“It’s pretty good…” he says, not sounding the least bit convincing.
Grogu and Luke don’t try to hold in their laughter anymore. The camera shakes with Luke’s laughter.
“We switched the sugar with the salt,” he admits.
Din groans, hanging his head back. “Of course you did.”]
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cowboycobb
I can’t stop laughing oh my god. It just goes from bad to worse!
daisychains
This honestly made my day, thank you <3
stormpilot3000
YOU MADE ME SNORT MY TEA THIS IS SO GOOD FROM START TO FINISH
CaraTheDune
Smh Pretty Boy you really are a Pan disaster (pun intended). You’re lucky Din’s good at cooking.
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djarinclanof3
I know. At least I’m cute, right?
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CaraTheDune
Questionable but sure, if that helps you sleep at night
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djarinclanof3
RUDE!
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pansexuality
#queer #pansexual #storytime #comingout
[An ask box in the top left corner reads: hi, hope this isn’t rude but how did you know you were pan?
Luke’s currently sitting on his back garden porch with a cup of tea and Artoo curled up in his lap. It’s late afternoon, the light golden and making his hair almost glitter.
Luke clears his throat dramatically. “Alright, storytime!”
“So I grew up in a political family situation where reputation is everything and let’s just say that heterosexuality was the only sexuality ever mentioned within the gilded walls of that cage.” Luke takes a dramatic sip of tea from a mug that reads “I Ace Everything I Do” in purple and black letters. “But we don’t have time to unpack all of that!”
“Anyway, so I had no cooking clue being gay, let alone pan, was even a thing. The first time I met a gay couple was when I was maybe fifteen and helping out at my uncle’s farm. His neighbours were this lovely couple who often dropped off any extra veggies they couldn’t use for my aunt to cook with. I noticed how close they were and asked my aunt why they were so friendly with each other thinking they were maybe brothers and she explained that they were married.”
Luke purses his lips, eyebrows rising. “To say my mind was blown was the understatement of the century. So, I do what any normal kid does. I Google this shit and lo and behold there’s more than one sexuality!” Luke gasps dramatically as if in shock. “Shocker, I know. Turns out all those times I thought I was jealous of my male-presenting peers was actually me finding them attractive. BUT! my heteronormative hard-wiring was like NOPE CAN’T HAVE THAT and told me I was jealous of the aspects I found attractive instead.”
Another noisy sip of tea. “It took me a couple of years to come to terms with the fact that I was very much not straight and having a family that’s constantly in the press and going to work in the air force didn’t really help with that. I only really got to experiment and visit more queer-friendly spaces when I went to college and this is only at, like, age twenty-two.” Luke’s expression softens, tone turning serious. “Ultimately everyone’s discovery is different and it’s okay if you’re unsure or questioning. It’s also okay if you maybe identify as pan or bi now and then maybe later down the line you identify as something else. Sexuality is a spectrum, and we are constantly changing and growing. Above all else, don’t be afraid to love yourself.”
Luke tilts his mug to the air in a toast. “And that’s that on that!”]
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hunnybunny
I keep forgetting Luke’s a Naberrie wow
moronsexual321
It’s really nice to hear more coming out stories that aren’t during high school. Thanks for this
kweenleia
Love you baby bro x
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djarinclanof3
I’M OLDER THAN YOU BY TEN MINUTES (also love you too x)
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@djarinclanof3
my cat likes my husband more than me and I hate it
#cats #thebatrayalhonestly #husbandthings
[We open on a shot of a white and grey spotted cat snoozing on the couch peacefully.
Luke narrates: “This is Artoo, my cat and resident blanket hog here in the house of Djarin.”
Cut to a video of Artoo sleeping on Luke’s chest, Luke stroking the cat while he purrs like a lawnmower.
“Now, most of the time, Artoo’s pretty cuddly. He’s also very intuitive of when I’m needing some comfort.”
Cut to Artoo hopping up onto the kitchen island with a small “mrrp!” where Luke’s pretending to be sulking.
“He’s honestly been my best friend for as long as I’ve had him.” Quick montage of pictures of Luke with Artoo including Artoo headbutting him, sleeping on Luke’s head and biting Luke’s hand. “I love him to bits and he loves me. But that all changed when Artoo met… him.”
We see Din enter the lounge, coming home from work. Artoo immediately runs up to him to curl around his ankles with a loud “MEOW!”. The camera zooms in as Din leans down to tickle Artoo under the chin with a quiet chuckle.
“Ever since these two met the well-balanced scales have been tipped and I hate it.”
“Not only have I lost my usual cuddle buddy –”
Insert grainy video of Artoo sleeping on Din’s chest late at night that then cuts to Din having an afternoon nap on the couch with Artoo snuggled against his side.
“– but I’m starting to suspect that he likes my husband more than me which, honestly, is such a betrayal I can’t even. Here’s the evidence I’ve collected so far.”
And so begins a montage of Artoo betraying Luke.
We see Luke’s finger crooking in the corner of the camera, Luke whispering a quiet “Pspspspsps.” Artoo gives the finger an unimpressed glare. Not a second later there’s another “Pspspsps” somewhere off camera and Artoo goes sprinting across the room to where Din is kneeled down. Artoo purrs happily while headbutting Din’s palm. The camera turns to see Luke’s unimpressed scowl.
Cut to Artoo happily snoozing on Luke’s chest. They’re on a big double bed, Luke idly stroking Artoo. However, there’s a creak and someone else sits on the bed. Artoo’s ears perk. One of his eyes peeks open and he instantly scampers off of Luke to go and cuddle with, you guessed it, Din, who’s just laid down to read a book. He doesn’t even tear his gaze away from his book, simply lifting his arms and allowing Artoo the space to get comfortable on his chest before turning the page of his book. Artoo purrs louder than a car engine in his new sleeping spot. The camera shifts back to Luke who’s pouting.
Cut to a handheld shot. Luke approaches Artoo who’s sitting on the back porch in a patch of sunlight. He’s on his back, paws in the air, tail flicking. Luke’s hand reaches out. He’s barely brushed Artoo’s stomach before the cat pounces, biting down hard on Luke’s hand. The video changes to another handheld shot of Luke walking down the stairs, calling out “Artoo? Artoo, where are you?” The camera enters the lounge to spot Din sitting at the kitchen island with his laptop in front of him. Artoo is draped on his back in Din’s lap, Din stroking his tummy while he does some paperwork. Artoo looks absolutely blissed out. The camera turns and Luke shakes his head, clear betrayal evident on his face.
Cut back to the first shot of Artoo snoozing on the couch. Luke whispers to him, “This isn’t over fuzzball. I will win back your affections if it’s the last thing I do!”]
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@djarinclanof3
for all the homophobic a**holes out there
[Luke is sitting at his dining table. Behind him is a glass sliding door that allows for a peek into the back garden. His mouth is set in a firm line, brows furrowed slightly.
“Alright, so one of my latest videos talked about being queer and having worked in the air force and of course somebody wasn’t too pleased about it. Now, they deleted their comment before I could screenshot it but it’s still up here bobby2600.” Luke taps his temple. “So Imma address it.”
“Yes, there are queer people in the army, yes we are just as capable as you at doing our job. I don’t condone war and what it stands for but that doesn’t make the bravery of the soldiers who choose to put their lives on the line to protect others any less valid. Especially if they’re queer and entering a space they know is not accepting or tolerant.”
Luke releases a long, low sigh, looking somewhere off-camera for a moment. “I actually had a bit of a fling with someone in my old squadron and, news flash bobby, we were all men.”
“We were very lucky that our squadron was open-minded and accepting. Those guys were…” Luke tapers off for a moment. He bites his bottom lip as if thinking about something. “They were some of my closest friends and I still miss them dearly. And I know that my squadron’s acceptance is not typically the case when it comes to other spaces within the army. But the fact that they were accepting, the fact that I was queer, did not lower our competence on the battlefield. Caring does not make you weak. It’s quite the opposite. Caring makes you so strong and gives you a reason to get up each morning.”
Giving himself a little shake, Luke focuses back on the camera. His blue eyes are ice-cold, voice low but firm. “So the next time you want to slander my fellow queer veterans who are putting their lives on the line to keep you safe bobby2600, I’ll be the first in a very long line to put you in your place.”]
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hot chocolate taste test with the bestie
#hotchocolate #tastetestchallenge
[The video opens in a small kitchenette with bright blue walls and dark laminate countertops. Luke is standing with a woman with vitiligo and blue and white dreads piled up in a messy bun atop her head. She’s wearing large bronze earrings that dangle prettily from her ears. They’re both smiling at the camera.
“Hey, guys!” Luke says, giving a quick wave. “So as some of you know I am a bit of a sugar addict –”
“A bit?” the woman teases. “Skyguy, you’ve got a problem and you know it.”
Luke rolls his eyes, but his grin is still bright. “You’re just as bad.”
The woman shrugs neither denying nor confirming the statement.
“Anyway,” Luke continues, “I’m here today with my friend Ahsoka and we’re gonna blind taste the different hot chocolate brands we’ve had throughout the duration of working together here at the school and see who gets the most right!”
“You’re so going down,” Ahsoka murmurs with an evil grin.
Luke huffs. “We’ll see about that.”
A quick montage of the two of them boiling the kettle, Ahsoka hip-checking Luke who hip-checks her back only to nearly get shoved off his feet with Ahsoka's push. She gasps in shock, grabbing Luke's hand to stop him from falling entirely. They both burst out laughing.
Ahsoka is up first so she puts on a sleeping mask that reads #NOT TODAY while Luke prepares four different mugs of hot chocolate.
Luke places them in front of Ahsoka who reaches for the first mug. She takes a dainty sip and immediately answers with, “Cocomama.”
A green tick appears above her head.
The next mug she has to take two sips. Her lips purse to the side as she contemplates her answer. “Nestlé?”
Another green tick.
On the third one, she becomes stumped. Her nails clack along the countertop as she thinks. She nearly finishes the whole mug before she gives her answer.
“Swiss Miss?”
A big red X appears atop her head.
The last one she doesn’t even hesitate, saying, “Silly Cow, 100%.”
Another green tick.
Ahsoka slips the mask over Luke’s eyes, ruffles his hair then ducks out of reach of his hands before starting to prepare her selection. Luke hums to himself, dancing a little while he waits.
The mugs are placed in front of him and Luke reaches blindly for the first one, nearly spilling it on the counter. Ahsoka snorts, quickly reaching out to help him hook his fingers in the handle.
“I had it!”
Another snort. “Sure you did.”
Luke takes a swig and swishes the liquid in his mouth, nose scrunching in concentration.
“That’s Ghirardelli, I think?”
A green tick flashes above his head.
On the next mug, he takes one sip and then immediately spits it back into the mug much to Ahsoka’s glee. “Ack, ew, that’s definitely Tim Hortons.”
Another green tick.
“Still don’t know what you have against them,” Ahsoka sing-songs, grabbing the mug from him and taking a sip of it herself.
Luke shakes his head with a grave look on his face. “You don’t wanna know.”
The next mug has Luke stumped for a second. Like Ahsoka, he nearly drains the entire mug before making his guess.
“I’m stuck between Great Value and Kroger… Imma go with Kroger.”
Another green tick. They’re now tied.
Ahsoka does a drumroll on the countertop while Luke takes a sip of the final mug. She ends it when he brings the mug back down. He smacks his lips and smiles.
“Oh, I see what you did there. Private Selection which is a Kroger-exclusive brand!”
Another green tick, Luke wins.
Luke whips the blindfold off with a grin. Ahsoka rolls her eyes, pretending to be put out but the two are already sharing a smile as they reach for the still-mostly full cups of hot chocolate.
“Well done,” Ahsoka says, clinking her mug to Luke’s.
“Same to you!”]
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the bob ross challenge with my son
#artchallenge #bobross
[Set up on the back porch are two easels with a small table inbetween them laden with paints, a range of brushes and two glasses of water for rinsing. It’s a sunny day, Artoo laid out just in the corner of the frame in a patch of sunlight.
Luke and Grogu are standing at either easel with flat wooden pallets in their hands. They’re positioned so that the camera can see what will be on the canvases, but the easels are angled just slightly away from one another so Luke and Grogu can’t see what the other is painting. Luke’s fringe is clipped back with a few hair clips and Grogu’s wearing an old T-shirt with paint on it.
“Okay!” Luke says. “It’s summer holidays and Grogu and I were feeling rather bored, so we thought we’d give this audio-only Bob Ross challenge a shot, hey bud?”
Grogu nods enthusiastically.
“Grogu’s been following his tutorials for a while now to work on his landscapes, and he told me about this challenge a few people did on YouTube, so we figured,” Luke shrugs. “Why not, what’s the worst that could happen?”
Grogu signs something that has Luke bursting out with laughter.
“Grogu says ‘Famous last words’!” he translates with a snort.
“We had Din choose the video so we both don’t know what we’re gonna be painting but we both have the correct colours needed. Thanks for the help Din,” Luke winks at the camera. “I have a little remote so we can pause if needed. You ready buddy?”
Grogu gives a thumbs up with a gap-toothed smile.
Luke rolls his sleeves up, preparing for the oncoming mess that is no doubt to take place. “Here we go then!” He presses play with his remote.
A montage begins of Luke and Grogu painting by following the audio of Bob Ross’s art tutorial. In the corner of the screen, we can see what Bob’s video looks like, the rest of the frame showing Luke and Grogu with their backs to the camera, their canvases on display.
Grogu seems rather confidant as he follows along with painting the sky, using crisscross strokes with his large paintbrush to create an even fade between darker and lighter blues.
Luke, on the other hand, is a little clumsier with his strokes, starting with simple straight back and forth motions across the entire canvas. He frowns when he hears Bob Ross say, “Keep up those nice crisscross brush strokes.” He turns to look back at the camera with a look of betrayal. “You could have said that from the beginning, Bob!” he cries.
Grogu’s shoulders shake in silent laughter at his father’s outburst.
They move onto the trees next. Grogu swaps out his brush for a feathered brush, mixing together a lovely light violet colour. He does straight lines first to mark out where the trees will go and then starts feathering them to add the foliage.
Luke didn’t get the memo. He hasn’t changed to a smaller brush and is still using his large brush to stab at the canvas in an attempt to make a tree line. Grogu peeks at Luke while he’s at it with the frantic stabbing motions, looks back at the camera and shakes his head in admonishment before turning back to his own painting.
“Okay, now grab your two-inch brush and give it a quick clean,” Bob instructs. Grogu dips his brush in the water and bangs it out on the edge of his easel. Luke startles at the aggressive noise.
“What are you doing?!”
Grogu holds up the brush, showing that it’s gotten rid of most of the excess water.
Luke looks down at his very watery brush. Some of the paint is starting to drip down the handle and along his hand. He wipes it away before it can drip into the crease where his prosthetic starts. “Oh…” He hesitantly does what Grogu did and ends up splattering watery purple paint all along his face.
Grogu giggles silently, Luke sputtering.
“Oh yeah, laugh it up,” he mutters.
“Now we’re gonna create a sense of mist down here,” Bob continues. He’s using his two-inch brush again in gentle brush strokes. Grogu feathers out his tree line, making it look misty and fading it neatly into the colour of the sky.
Luke, on the other hand, is back to the stabbing motions and ends up dislodging his canvas and causing it to fall. It hits the porch with a clack! and Artoo goes sprinting back into the house with a frightened yowl.
“Sorry, Artoo!” Luke calls after him before looking back to the camera with a deadpan expression as if he was in The Office.
They start on the mid-ground doing bushes in the same purply blue hues. Grogu’s layering them so it creates a good sense of depth. Luke’s are all too close together in hue, so the painting looks flat and rather cartoonish almost.
He steps back to look at his canvas, head tilting one way then the other. He looks back to the camera. “Doesn’t he usually do, like, I dunno, a mountain or a lake or something?”
Grogu signs one-handed saying, “Usually, yes. But I asked Papa to choose something a little different.”
Luke gapes at him. He plops his pallet down so he can sign with both hands frantically whilst speaking. “NOW YOU TELL ME?! I’ve been making room for a mountain!”
Grogu shrugs, a mischievous smile curling his lips.
Luke points his paintbrush at Grogu menacingly. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
Again, Grogu shrugs.
They start on the next layer of bushes, now in yellows and browns.
“Now, do one little bush at a time, don’t get too greedy,” Bob warns.
Luke grimaces at the camera. His canvas is overloaded with yellow and brown blobs.
“I think I got a little greedy…”
“Now let’s put a barn over here,” Bob says.
“Where am I supposed to put a barn, Bob?!” Luke cries. He gestures wildly to his canvas. “I have too many bushes!!!”
Grogu, unperturbed by his father’s distress, picks up a pallet knife and starts plotting out where his barn is going to go. Luke frowns when he sees what Grogu’s using.
“Is that a knife?!”
“Pallet knife,” Grogu corrects. “Use the flat edge to spread the paint.”
Luke arches a fair brow in question but tries to follow his son’s directions.
He shakily plots out a 2D house with a pointed roof and a little chimney. Grogu’s is more realistic looking, with lighter brown streaks to suggest planks of wood and a rickety roof.
“Let’s put some colour on this rascal,” Bob says vaguely.
Luke frowns again, paintbrush hovering over the canvas, unsure of where to go.
“Wait, does he mean down here or back up there?” He gestures to his still white bottom of his canvas then his bright blue sky. “Cause that’s looking flat…” He stares at his canvas in confusion before hanging his head back with a groan. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING BOB?!”
After that Luke sort of gives up and just starts filling the too-empty bottom of his canvas with more blobby trees and bushes. All the while he sings, “This is definitely not what he’s dooooing.”
Grogu finishes off with a flourish, having added a path with a fence running along it and more detailed tree branches in the foreground. Luke’s is a downright mess and he’s still busy splodging paint along the bottom while Grogu starts washing his brushes and cleaning up his station.
Cut to them both being done. Luke’s face and hands are covered in paint, his hair in disarray from nervous fingers scrubbing through it. Grogu’s got a tiny splodge of paint on his nose but otherwise is as clean as he started.
“Right, ready to compare?” Luke asks.
Grogu nods.
They pick up their canvases and on the count of three turn them to face one another.
Luke’s jaw drops as he takes in Grogu’s masterpiece. “Buddy??? That looks amazing! What the heck!”
Grogu beams at the praise.
Luke looks down at his canvas with a confused pout. He turns it one way, then the other, then completely upside down. He shows the new angled version to the camera.
“I think it looks better this way actually.”
Grogu nods in agreement.
“Wanna compare it to Bob’s?” Luke asks next.
The camera cuts to a handheld shot of Luke and Grogu rounding the laptop where the Bob Ross video had been playing. Luke takes one look and bursts out laughing.
“Mine looks nothing like his!” he yells in despair in-between his laughter.
We’re given a still shot of Luke’s painting compared to Bob’s from the video tutorial. They couldn’t be more different. In comparison, Grogu’s is a near-perfect match though still unique with his own flair added to it.
Luke stands with his hands on his hips, sighing as he looks at his painting.
“Well, bud, I think we both know who won. High-five.”
The two share a high-five and it’s at that moment that Din arrives home.
“Luke, Grogu?”
“On the porch!” Luke calls out.
Din peers his head through the sliding door. “You guys still painting?”
“Just finished,” Luke says. “Wanna see?”
Din rounds the canvases and takes a look. He ruffles Grogu’s curls. “You’re a real wonder, kiddo,” he murmurs quietly in awe.
He then looks at Luke’s. He covers his mouth with his hand, trying to bite back his laughter.
“Be honest,” Luke says, grimacing at his mess of a painting.
“It’s… colourful?” Din supplies.
Luke sighs, thunking his head against Din’s shoulder. “I’ll take it.”]
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birdiebye
This was so cute!!! Grogu’s really got some amazing talent!
grandpagreef
Well done kiddo, you’re on your way to being the world’s next greatest artist! Good effort Luke!
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djarinclanof3
Smh thanks Greef
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prosthetic
#proesthetichand
[An ask box appears in the top left reading the following: hope this isn’t rude but is your right hand a prosthetic?
We start on a handheld shot. Luke is out walking in a park, talking a little breathlessly. “I just saw this, and the quick answer is yes, my right hand is a prosthetic! I’ll explain more once I get home!”
Cut to Luke adjusting his phone so it’ll stand on its own, his tongue peeking out in concentration. He’s sitting at the kitchen island. There’s a small toolkit to his left.
“Alrighty! Now that that’s sorted, let me explain.” He holds up his right hand, flexing and curling the fingers. “This right here is in fact a prosthetic. Most of the time I wear long-sleeved sweaters to hide where my arm ends and it begins but Imma show ya’ll now.”
Luke rolls up his sweater and points to where there is a defined line halfway down his forearm.
“So, I won’t go into all the details of why I have this little contraption,” Luke continues. “But I figured I’ll give ya’ll a peek under the hood for all you techies out there as this is a pretty advanced prosthetic.” Luke coughs, the words “thanks Dad, I guess” wheezed between them.
He picks up a small set of tweezers from his toolkit. “For those who are a little on the queasy side, I suggest maybe not watching this. It can look pretty intense for someone who’s never seen it before.”
Luke carefully picks at the layer of skin over his prosthetic to reveal two flaps. He opens it up to reveal the mechanical inner workings of his prosthetic. It looks like something out of a sci-fi film.
Picking up his phone with his left hand, Luke brings the camera a little closer so it’s at a better angle.
“So, as you can see each of those mechanisms are connected to a finger.” He wiggles his fingers individually, each switch twitches in correspondence. “And it’s also connected to my nerves system, so I’ve still retained some feeling in this hand, though it’s obviously not exactly the same as the real thing.”
The camera shifts again so it’s just on Luke’s face. “I am very lucky, honestly. I know not everyone has access to this kind of technology which honestly still doesn’t make sense to me. People who are physically or mentally disabled shouldn’t have to pay more for things that should be made easily accessible to help them with day-to-day things. But that’s a whole other video. Luke offers the camera a half-smile in goodbye.]
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sibling challenge – twin edition
#siblings #siblingchallenge
[We open on a large, pristine white room with large floor-to-ceiling windows and sleek, modern-looking furniture. Luke is sitting on the couch with a beautiful woman with a heart-shaped face and rich brown eyes, her hair piled atop her head in intricate braids. She’s dressed in a creamy white blouse while Luke’s in a soft sky-blue sweater. With the two next to each other you can see a slight resemblance between them.
“Hey everyone! So, for those of you who don’t know, this is my little twin sister, Leia.”
Leia rolls her eyes. “You’re older by ten minutes.”
“It still counts!” Luke argues with a chuckle. “We’re gonna be doing the sibling challenge. Neither of us knows what the questions are. My friend and brother-in-law Han is gonna be reading them out for us.”
The camera shifts, turning to reveal its holder being Han. He offers a charming smile.
“Eyes here, love,” Leia teases.
Han rolls his eyes but turns the camera back to face the twins. “You ready kid?” Han asks.
Luke offers a thumbs up in yes.
“Alright, who’s messier?”
Leia immediately points to Luke. Luke grimaces but points to himself too.
Han chuckles quietly. “Who’s Mom’s favourite?”
The twins each indicate themselves then when they see their sibling’s answer jab one another in the ribs in retaliation.
Han interrupts with the next question before the scuffle turns into a full out war. “Who gets in more trouble?”
They both point to Luke. “Especially when Han is involved,” Leia adds, smirking to the camera.
“Hey!” Han protests before giving a huff. “Who’s funnier?”
They both point to Luke again, Luke looking smug this time.
“Who’s more dramatic?”
Leia keeps her fingers directed at Luke. Luke sighs and shrugs, pointing to himself too. “I blame the Skywalker genes.”
“Who’s going to wreck a car first?” Han asks, though there’s a smile in his voice as if he already knows the answer.
Luke is rather smug as he points to Leia. Leia sighs but relents, pointing to herself too.
“She failed her driver’s test four times, twice in one week!” Luke crows with laughter.
Leia gasps in betrayal, cuffing Luke upside the head. “Don’t expose me like this!”
“Who’s lied to Mom and Dad more?”
The twins point at each other then gape at one another in shock.
“Oh, don’t lie, you’ve totally lied more!” Luke proclaims.
“Says you Mr. Tell Mom And Dad I’m Sick So I Can Go To This Party,” Leia counters.
Luke gives an indignant sniff, sticking his nose in the air. “Not my fault I was more popular in high school.”
Leia’s eyes burn with rage. She looks about two seconds from strangling Luke when Han asks the next question, “Who cries more?
Leia boops Luke on the nose before poking him in the chest. Luke sighs but also points at himself in admission.
“He’s a big baby, all men are,” Leia whispers conspiratorially to the camera.
“Who’s more popular?” Han asks.
Luke points to himself, Leia points to herself. They share a look, stick their tongues out at each other and then laugh.
“Okay, last one,” Han says. “Who’s more likely to set the house on fire?”
Luke hangs his head back with a groan. Leia cackles as she points at him and lifts Luke’s hand for him to point to himself too. She grins at the camera, saying, “Five separate times.”
“Hey, I still retain that the toaster was haunted!” Luke cries.
Leia only laughs harder.]
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who knows who better?
#whoknowswhobetter #husbands
[Luke plops down next to Din who’s sitting reading on the couch. Din notices the phone in Luke’s hand and eyes it warily.
“What is it this time?”
“Who knows who better quiz!” Luke replies cheerily.
Din sighs as he marks his place in his book and puts it away. “Okay, how does this work?”
Luke grins.
Cut to only Luke in the frame. He’s speaking a little softer so Din can’t hear his answers.
QUESTION 1: FAVOURITE COLOUR
“Favourite colour! Mine is that silvery-blue colour the ocean becomes when the sun is setting. Din’s is the same blue as my eyes.” Luke winks with a flirty smile.
Cut to Din alone in the frame. “Luke’s is that weird silver blue of the ocean at sunset.” He sighs, cheeks starting to pinken. “Mine’s the blue of his eyes. They’re pretty, okay!”
QUESTION 2: FAVOURITE FAST FOOD
“Mine is Chinese,” Luke says, “Din’s is anything spicy.”
Cut to Din who’s cupping his chin thoughtfully. “Uhhh, Luke’s is probably either Chinese or pizza. Mine’s this spicy completo from this one Chilean food stand I like.”
QUESTION 3: BEST FEATURE
Luke scrubs a hand through his hair, causing his golden strands to stick up in odd directions. “Mine’s probs my eyes. Din’s is…” he pauses, eyes narrowing as he tries to think on it. “Din’s is… god, I can’t choose just one fuck… uhhh dammit, I’m just gonna say it. He’s a DILF. Sorry, not sorry!” he cries, throwing his hands up in the air as if to say what can you do?
“Luke’s is his eyes,” Din says without hesitation. “But his smile is also just... wow. And don’t get me started on his hair. Mine... uh, maybe my tattoos?”
QUESTION 4: WORST FEAR
“Mine’s a plane crash,” Luke says. “Happened once, don’t want to experience that again anytime soon. Din’s is fire.”
Din rubs the back of his neck, not really meeting the camera properly with his eyes. His voice is a little softer this time. “Luke’s is a plane crash, but he still loves flying. Mine’s fire.”
QUESTION 5: FAVOURITE MOVIE
Luke is wiggling in his seat excitedly for this one. “This old B-grade sci-fi film from the seventies called Star Wars. I was obsessed as a kid and Din even got me a limited-edition lightsaber toy for our first Christmas! Din doesn’t have a favourite movie, he’ll watch anything.”
Din chuckles in fond amusement. “Luke’s is Star Wars, no competition. I don’t have a favourite though musicals are pretty good, I think. Mainly because Luke sings along every time and for those of you who don’t know, he’s got a pretty good singing voice.”
Cut back to a shot with the two of them in the frame.
“Aaaah, so close! I lost by one,” Luke groans.
“What the heck is a DILF?” Din murmurs in concern.
Luke shakes his head, but he’s also grinning a mile wide. “Congrats on winning.” He gives Din a quick peck on the cheek. Din’s cheeks start pinkening again. He eyes the camera and plucks the phone out of Luke’s hand. The screen goes black, Luke’s laughter the last thing we hear before the video ends.]
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daisychains
Please don’t tell me I was imaging Din’s little blush!
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haroldthegreat
Oh he was 100% blushing no doubt
CaraTheDune
You’re so fucking whipped Djarin
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djarinclanof3
He’s literally my husband – Din. Yes, yes he is ;) – Luke
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coincidance – Threepio edition
#dance #youcanreallydance
[ The beat of “Coincidance” starts playing.
We first see Luke in an over the shoulder shot, the other person dancing with him unknown. He’s bopping his hips to the beat and shimmying his shoulders while grinning.
He mouths along with the song, saying, “Wow, you can really dance!”
Cut to an over the shoulder shot to reveal a man with bushy eyebrows dressed in a full traditional butler’s penguin suit. He’s moving surprisingly agilely for a man who looks to be in his late sixties. He follows Luke’s lead, bopping his hips and shimmying his shoulders as he mouths back, “Wow, you can really dance!”
The camera cuts back to Luke, the song singing, “He went,” and on the hard beats of the drums, Luke pops his chest and pelvis in an exaggerated twerk.
Cut back to the butler as the song sings again, “He went,” and on the hard beats he executes an expert robot dance move with his arms and body.
Cut to a shot where we can see them both together. They move to the rhythm, legs kicking in and out in tandem.
“We’ve both been dancing all this time, what a coincidance!”
On the last line, the butler jumps up into Luke’s arms who catches him expertly in a bridal style pose. They both pout seriously at the camera to finish the dance off before bursting out laughing.]
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honeybunny
This is hilarious but also is the man really a butler or was the suit just for show?
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kweenleia
Oh, he’s a butler. In fact, he’s our beloved childhood butler. On that note @djarinclanof3 ARE YOU TRYING TO BREAK THREEPIO’S BACK?!
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djarinclanof3
Han was supposed to do it with me but he cancelled last minute. Threepio offered!
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kweenleia
Smh you’re lucky he didn’t break anything otherwise we’d be having a *very* different conversation
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meet the family!
[Luke is holding his phone as he walks down the stairs, the camera facing him. He’s dressed in a short-sleeved black button-down shirt with a white flower pattern on it. “So as some of you have seen in my previous videos, family Sunday suppers are a big thing here in the Djarin household and I thought I’d introduce you guys to the rest of our family. Let’s do this!”
NYC Larceny from Ocean’s 8 plays in the background.
Luke narrates as he walks about the house, the camera zooming in on the faces of his family and coming into a freeze-frame before listing their nickname and some of their characteristics in bold text.
“First off, we’ve got Uncle Boba.”
Zoom in on a burly-looking man with more scar tissue than skin sipping on a mug of tea. He looks up and scowls at the camera, the image going into a freeze-frame.
Codename: Boba Tea
Characteristics: Ex-bodyguard who’s bored with retirement. Don’t let the scars fool you, he’s actually a big teddy bear but only if he likes you.
“Next, we have Fennec, his mentee.” Luke whispers conspiratorially, “She’s the cool wine aunt.”
The camera swivels to focus on a Chinese-American woman dressed in all-leather and sharp red eyeliner perched on the couch. She’s smirking at her phone while holding a glass of red wine. When she notices the camera on her she flips it the bird with an unimpressed glare.
Codename: Sharpshooter Shand
Characteristics: Might know her as fennectheshard on Twitter who bashes misogynists for fun. Don’t mess with her because she will make you regret it. Uses death threats as terms of endearment.
The camera then whips to someone sitting on the TV cabinet. He’s a handsome man with a silvery beard and hair, a red bandana tied around his neck and a bright blue cocktail in hand.
“This is our beloved Uncle Cobb!”
Cobb notices the camera and grins, offering it a flirty wink and a toast with his glass.
Codename: Cowboy Cobb
Characteristics: Biggest flirt you’ll ever meet. Is a literal cowboy. He owns several fringed jackets, cowboy hats and even a pair of leather chaps…
“Next to him you’ll usually find Auntie Peli,” Luke continues, the camera shifting slightly to reveal a woman in greasy coveralls and a head full of frizzy curls leaned up against the wall. She also has a blue cocktail in hand with a cute pink umbrella in it. She offers the camera a smirk.
Codename: Motormouth Motto
Characteristics: Can make a sailor blush with her creative cursing. Best mechanic in town. Don’t play poker with her, she will empty your pockets.
Luke moves away from the lounge to enter the dining room where three people are already seated at the table chatting between themselves. The camera focuses first on a black man with a silvery beard and a warm smile.
“This is Greef!”
Greef pauses what he’s saying to give the camera a friendly salute.
Codename: Grandpa Greef
Characteristics: Yes, he’s the Attorney General. Spoils Grogu Rotten. He’ll always deny it but he’s everyone’s grandpa and acts like it too.
The camera then shifts to the woman sitting next to Greef. She’s well built with broad shoulders and dark hair swept to one side in a loose braid. She smirks at the camera, flexing an arm in a show of just how much muscle she has.
Luke chuckles. “This is Aunt Cara.”
Codename: Caralicious
Characteristics: Biggest disaster lesbian this side of anywhere. Will crush you with her thighs. Is always up for an arm-wrestling competition.
A hand pinches Cara’s flexed arm, causing her to yelp and send a pout to the woman next to her. The woman smiles serenely at her and then at the camera. She has a warm presence about her but there’s also a sharp glint in her eye. Her and Cara are wearing matching wedding rings on gold chains around their necks.
Codename: Sleeping Beauty
Characteristics: The lovely Aurora, Cara’s wife. Looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you.
Luke then walks towards the sliding doors where two figures are spotted having a smoke outside on the back porch. They both turn at the same time. The woman on the left is tan and lean with a resting bitch face. The woman on the right has cropped red hair. She releases a puff of smoke from her mouth while staring at the camera dead-on.
“On the left, we have Aunt Koska and on the right is Aunt Bo-Katan,” Luke says.
Codename: Koska the Grave
Characteristics: Don’t worry, that’s just her face. Doesn’t say much but when she does, you can bet it’s gonna be one hell of a throwdown.
Codename: Bo-Katan – she won’t let me give her a cool nickname :(
Characteristics: Everyone’s favourite no-nonsense aunt. Probably related to royalty though that’s yet to be proven. Is my actual unofficial aunt (it’s a long story…)
A green flash comes running from the back garden back into the house. Koska and Bo-Katan aim their cigarettes away as Grogu comes sprinting up to Luke. He smiles up at the camera with a gap-toothed grin while holding up a frog he’s just found.
“And ya’ll of course know Grogu!”
Codename: The Child/Womp Rat
Characteristics: Adorable. Sugar addict. Will always get what he wants. Artist extraordinaire.
Luke then turns the camera to face himself. “You all know me.” He pulls up a peace sign and pokes his tongue out jokingly.
Codename: Space Twink
Characteristics: Literal ray of sunshine. Sugar addict x2. Can’t cook for shit.
Luke snickers as he quietly creeps with the camera back into the kitchen. “Let’s get the hubby, shall we?” Din is too distracted cooking to notice Luke. He’s just put the wooden spoon in his mouth to taste test the sauce when he notices the camera on him. He offers an embarrassed smile, still with the spoon in his mouth.
Codename: Mand’alor the Reluctant
Characteristics: No.1 DILF. Looks like he could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll. Certified himbo.
“And last but not least, Artoo!” Luke cries as he tilts his camera back to the kitchen island where Artoo is napping.
Codename: The Betrayer
Characteristics: Always hungry. Blanket hog. Attention whore.
The camera turns back to face Luke who’s beaming. “So yeah, that’s everyone! Hope that’s shed a little light on our family!”
“Oi, Pretty Boy,” Cara jeers off-camera. “Put down your phone and come arm wrestle with me!”
Luke shrugs, offering the camera a wink. “Duty calls.”]
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Din finds Luke curled up on the couch frowning at his phone.
“Hey, you okay?” he asks, draping his arms around Luke’s shoulders and giving him a quick squeeze. Luke leans into him, humming slightly.
“I’m okay,” Luke sighs, “But I got this comment on one of my videos where I talk about being Pan and I’m a little stumped about how to answer.”
“Can I see?”
Luke angles the phone so Din can read the comment.
“I think they saw I was drinking out of your ace mug and thought I might be ace too. I want to help, obviously, but I don’t really think I’m the right person to do it, you know?” Luke continues.
The words are escaping Din’s lips before he’s even really settled on the idea. “I’ll answer it.”
Luke shifts, turning back to meet Din’s gaze properly. His eyebrows have risen, blue eyes wide in shock. “You... you will?”
“Yeah,” Din says with a shrug.
“I know you don’t really like the camera…”
“I don’t. But this is important,” Din says. “Help me record it?”
Luke’s lips twitch into a small smile. “Of course.”
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asexuality
#asexuality #queer
[The camera fumbles for a second before Din’s face comes into view. He’s sitting at the kitchen island. He finds it hard to match the gaze of the camera completely.
“Hi. Um... for those who don’t know I’m Din. I’m Luke’s husband. I don’t usually do this whole thing. Luke’s much better at it than I am. Anyway, Luke got this ask and we talked about it and decided I might be a little more... qualified to answer than him.”
An ask box pops up reading: im a guy who’s questioning if im ace and im really fucking scared bc ppl always expect guys to want sex
“I’m biromantic asexual,” Din says. “Like Luke, I was kind of late to the party when it came to figuring out my sexuality and along the way, I’ve had partners who invalidated my asexuality for the same reason mentioned above. Society pushes the notion that men constantly want sex. It’s actually a really scary statistic that boys are expected to have lost their virginity by the end of high school already.”
Din takes in a deep breath, shifting a little in his seat.
“I’ve also been a victim of an attempt at sexual assault with a partner who thought they could “fix” me. She was a woman. Having to go through that and the legal action I took against her afterwards was... a really scary, long and arduous process.”
“Having to explain and justify myself over and over again so people understood the situation and recognized it as a sexual assault case was harrowing. It took much longer to get her convicted than it should have simply because people assumed that because I’m a man I should want to have sex when my partner wants to.”
Din’s eyes flick up a moment, locking onto something just behind the phone. He seems a little surer now as he speaks.
“For a long time, I refused to let myself pursue any relationships because of that situation. And then I met Luke.”
Din’s lips tick in the corner in an almost-smile.
“Luke respects my boundaries and my asexuality. He...” Din lets out a soft chuckle. “He honestly seemed too good to be true at first. It took time for him to break down my walls. But as we got to know each other I slowly began to put my trust in him and now... well, here we are four years later and I couldn’t be happier.”
“The point I’m trying to make is that, yes, being male-presenting and ace can be difficult. And while society might try to make you think you’re broken I am telling you now: you are not broken. And you are just as deserving of love as allosexual people are. It might take a bit of searching but... when you find your person who respects you and your boundaries... hold on tightly and don’t let go.]
Din releases a shaky sigh as he lowers the phone. Luke is giving him a small, sad smile across the kitchen island. He’s been standing there the entire time while Din records, a silent support.
Wordlessly, he reaches out and takes Din’s hand in his own. Din squeezes it.
“Was that okay?” Din asks.
Luke kisses Din’s knuckles. “That was perfect. I’m proud of you.”
“I’m proud of me too...” Din whispers.
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photoshoot with Chewie
#photography
[Luke appears smiling at the camera in a handheld shot. He’s in the passenger seat of what looks to be a minivan. He has to speak a little louder to be heard over the roaring of the car engine.
“Hey, guys! So, today’s gonna be a little different from my usual stuff. Long story short, my friend Chewie is a professional photographer and unfortunately, his model dropped out last second and when he told me the theme,” Luke chuckles. “I honestly couldn’t refuse. So, I offered to step in and we’re currently on our way to the shoot sight. Say hi Chewie!”
The camera angles to show the driver of the minivan who turns out to be a seven-foot giant with more beard than face. He’s sitting slightly hunched in his seat so his head doesn’t bump against the ceiling. He raises his hand in acknowledgement but otherwise keeps his eyes trained on the road.
The camera shifts back to Luke. “Chewie said I could record the whole process and share it with you guys so here we go!”
Using a whip pan transition, we cut to a reveal shot of the shoot sight. It’s in a warehouse. To the left, a white backdrop is being put up and lights are being shifted into place. On the right is a hair and makeup station. The camera shifts to show Luke who waves before angling the camera up, up, up to capture Chewie who offers a small smile.
Cut to a time-lapse of Luke sitting in hair and makeup. The layers of mascara and the use of some eyeliner really makes the blue of his eyes pop. His hair looks fluffier than usual giving him a boyish charm.
Another whip pan and Luke’s being dressed in the first outfit. It’s 70’s inspired with a slight sci-fi twist. He’s got a black tunic on with a large triangular collar, tight brown riding pants cinched high on his waist and black knee-high leather boots. He’s also got a leather gun holster strapped to his right thigh with what looks like a futuristic blaster gun. He gives the camera a smile and an excited thumbs up.
Jumpcut and we see Luke standing at a white infinity wall. A stylist is helping settle his fluffy fringe while camera assistants fiddle with the lighting set up. Chewie is seen directing them using grunts and hand gestures only.
Cut to Chewie taking the first set of photos, Luke posing with the blaster gun. Three black and white photos pop up including a close up with Luke aiming the blaster at the camera, a medium shot of Luke with the blaster held up, thigh holster on show, and a medium close up of Luke with his arms crossed, blaster pressed to his cheek as he smirks at the camera.
There’s a quick costume change. Luke’s put in a light grey cropped jacket and pants, the thigh holster still in place. More photos appear. A medium shot of Luke with his hand on his belt, giving the camera a pout with a soft pink background, Luke posing with what looks to be a bright blue light up sword with tree brambles and dramatic lighting and a black and white square shot with Luke kneeling. He’s shed the jacket to reveal a sleeveless vest, the lighting creating a soft halo around his head.
One more costume change and Luke is placed in all-black, this time with a leather glove on his right hand. He grins excitedly as he walks over to the backdrop. We see him doing some more dramatic poses this time, hardly smiling at the camera. The images pop up. A black and white shot of Luke backlit while wearing a long black cape, the hood up. His shadow casts in front of him almost menacingly, a medium close up of Luke with his black-gloved hand raised as if reaching for something and an extreme close-up in black and white again with Luke and his black-gloved hand.
Luke enters the frame with a new handheld shot. He’s changed back into his regular clothes but his hair is still styled and the makeup is still making his eyes pop. He grins, saying, “That was probably the most fun I’ve had in a while, thanks bud.”
Two arms wrap around Luke’s waist. Luke is hoisted off his feet in a big bear hug by Chewie, Luke giggling at the affection.]
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daisychains
HOLY FUCK THOSE PICS THOUGH
CaraTheDune
Please tell me Din’s reaction when you got home looking like that
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djarinclanof3
I don’t kiss and tell ;) – Luke. I blame the mascara – Din
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@djarinclanof3
trying cheesy pickup lines on my husband
#husband
[Luke grins cheekily at the camera as a robotic female voice reads out: “Trying out cheesy pickup lines on my husband.”
Luke plops down on the couch next to Din. He’s currently reading a book with a pair of thick-rimmed glasses on.
“Do you believe in love at first sight? Or should I walk past you again?” Luke asks, batting his eyelashes at Din suggestively.
Din takes his glasses off and slams his book into his face with a world-weary groan. “That was so bad,” he mumbles. Luke giggles, hiding his face in Din’s shoulder.
Cut to Din about to take a bite of a sandwich. Luke says off-camera: “If you were a burger at McDonald's, you'd be named the McGorgeous!”
Din plops his sandwich back down on his plate with a deadpan expression. “I’ve lost my appetite after that.”
Cut to Din preparing vegetables for supper. He’s cutting them expertly with a large knife. Luke asks, “Are you a parking ticket? Cause you've got fine written all over you!”
Din eyes Luke, eyes his knife, eyes Luke again. “I have a knife...”
Cut to Din working in the garden. He’s wearing a short-sleeved shirt, showing off thick geometric line tattoos running up his arms. He’s got dirt on his hands and a smudge of it across his cheek. When he notices Luke he groans, already knowing what’s happening.
“I hope you know CPR,” Luke says. “because you are taking my breath away!”
Din stares down the camera in silence then chucks dirt at Luke. The video ends mid-yelp.]
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@djarinclanof3
serenading my husband
#singing #music #serenade #husband
[Luke’s out of breath as he speaks to the camera, bustling about the house.
“Okay, so, Din’s been feeling really down the whole day. It’s just been one of those days, you know? So I’m gonna surprise him with something special that’ll hopefully cheer him up when he gets home. Stay tuned!”
Cut to a new shot. The phone has been set up on the kitchen counter, allowing a wide view of the kitchen island and behind it the lounge. We hear the sound of keys in the door and there’s a tired sigh. Din enters the frame and it’s evident he’s tired. His shoulders are slumped, his voice thin as he calls out, “Luke? Grogu?”
Luke enters the frame. Din gives him one look and instantly knows something’s up.
“Luke?” he asks in question.
Luke grins, pointing to someone off-camera as he cries “Hit it!”
The backtrack for Queen’s “Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy” starts playing and Luke begins to sing.
“I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things.”
The lights instantly dim and are replaced with a crazy disco lighting set up. Luke struts over to Din who’s already trying to bite back a smile.
“We can do the tango just for two,
I can serenade and gently play on your heartstrings
Be your Valentino just for you.”
Luke brings Din into a mock tango, leading him more into the center of the room. He turns to press his back against Din’s chest, sliding down him sensually, hand hooking around his neck. Din’s hands rest on Luke’s hips, not minding the least bit, before Luke’s spinning back around to face him again. He gives Din’s nose a quick kiss and offers a wink.
The drums kick in and Luke struts around Din, Din turning his head to follow Luke. His expression is nothing but fond.
“Ooh, love, ooh, loverboy
What're you doin' tonight, hey, boy?
Set my alarm, turn on my charm
That's because I'm a good old-fashioned loverboy.”
Luke does a quick spin on his heel to face Din once more, placing his hands gently on Din’s chest.
“Ooh, let me feel your heartbeat (grow faster, faster)
Ooh, ooh, can you feel my love heat?”
Luke’s hands glide down Din’s chest to rest low on his hips. Luke sways his hips to the beat, knees bending as he lowers himself then straightens back up again.
“Come on and sit on my hot-seat of love
And tell me how do you feel right after all.”
Luke smiles innocently as his hands trail even lower, pulling Din close to they’re flush against one another. Din’s hands come up to cup Luke’s face. He combs back Luke’s fringe, pressing their foreheads together for a second before Luke continues with the song.
“I'd like for you and I to go romancing
Say the word, your wish is my command!”
“Oh really?” Din asks, voice husky.
Luke grins, pulling back just enough to take Din’s hands in his own and start them both dancing.
“Ooh, love
Ooh, loverboy
What're you doin' tonight, hey, boy?
Everything's all right
Just hold on tight
That's because I'm a good old-fashioned loverboy!”
On this last bit, Luke pushes Din out then whips him back in to dip him expertly. Din seems a little surprised, hands clutching Luke’s shoulders to make sure they don’t both go toppling over, but he’s otherwise laughing.
Luke’s breathing heavily from his performance but still grins down at Din, almost giddy.
“Feeling better?” he asks.
Din’s fingers comb through Luke’s hair, tucking a loose strand behind his ear before cupping his face.
“Much,” he murmurs. He leans up, giving Luke a chaste but sweet kiss. They’re both smiling into it. The videos ends.]
They part and Luke rightens Din so they’re both standing again. At the same time, the lounge lights come back on to reveal Grogu at the switch who’s also beaming.
Din kneels, opening up his arms. Grogu comes sprinting towards him and knocks into his chest. Din stands again, now with Grogu balanced on his hip. His free arm wraps around Luke’s waist, holding him close too.
“Thank you,” he whispers, brown eyes warm and smile fond.
“You’re more than welcome,” Luke grins before he goes up on his tiptoes to kiss Din again.
“I love you,” Luke whispers against Din’s lips.
“I love you too,” Din replies, holding Luke close.
Grogu claps his hands, grabbing both of their attention. He’s pouting slightly as he signs.
Din chuckles before placing a kiss on Grogu’s forehead. “We love you too, bud.”
“Always,” Luke promises.
“Now and forever,” Din whispers.
“Now and forever,” Luke agrees, sealing the promise with another kiss.