Din: Grogu, When I Tell You To Stop Eating Frog Eggs You Gotta Stop, Okay?

finally made my own rendition of that ai action figure trend COMPLETELY MADE BY MEE 😆

ai sucks, let's all pick a pencil and draw

also sorry if tracing over the logo is bad but i cannot for the love of me draw it myself

speed draw:

ive seen some fics about teaching marc how to cook/bake, but I feel like marc can already cook??? like he clearly had to be independent from a young age and that probably included having to make his won meals since his mum clearly wasn't going to and his dad looks exhausted </3

-m

YES YES YES YES

MY BOY IS THE NEXT GORDON RAMSAY OKAY.

you’re like dead on the money with the independence thing. cause there was no way in hell his mom was making him food, and his dad was probably always at work.

so one day when his mom is passed out in her room, and the time is nearing 7 o’clock, marc takes the money his dad left him for pizza, and instead goes to the convenience store. he’s either buying kraft dinner or cup of noodles/mr noodles (I don’t know which brand the us uses🤷🏼‍♀️), and yeah, he kinda burns it and it doesn’t taste great, but it’s something.

from then on though, he becomes determined. whenever him and his dad went grocery shopping (cause once again, his mom ain’t doing shit), marc was always slipping in ingredients for recipes he found in old cookbooks. he’d pocket pages of recipes, lists of different spices to use—anything he could get his hands on, he tried. his favourite things to make as a kid were chilli and spaghetti, but he’d also learn to make matzoh ball soup and challah. and because kid marc still loved his mom, he definitely made extra in case she was hungry (not that she ever did, but he always made a place for her at the table) :(

truly, I could on forever about this. but in short, marc spector is the most amazing cook you’ve ever met. and yes, he loves taking you out to dates at restaurants, but he’d much rather make dinner with you.

✨the-archxr thoughts✨

this is canon idc

something fluffy with the trio from the sequels? but no reylo pls

“So, what’s the point of this?” Rey asked, tugging at her jacket. “And do I have to be dressed up?”

“It’s a costume,” Poe replied, adjusting his belt. “For the party. It’s fun. Everyone dresses up, and then we have a party with treats.”

“Treats?” Rey asked, her eyes widening.

Poe grinned. “Yeah, treats. Like cookies and chocolates.”

“This is so baggy!” Finn protested, messing with the poncho that Poe had forced him into. “Why do people wear such baggy clothes?”

“We just need to wear them for a few hours,” Poe assured him. His face fell slightly and he added, “I mean, we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Rey and Finn looked at each other. “We want to do it,” Rey declared, reaching up to properly tousle her hair. “So, when do we go?”

“Are you ready?” Poe asked BB-8. The responding trill was a bit indignant, but BB-8 rolled out anyway. Rey stifled a giggle.

“Are you two ready?” Poe asked Finn and Rey.

“I guess,” Finn replied, adjusting his poncho one last time.

“Let’s go get some treats!” Rey declared, taking Poe and Finn’s hands and dragging them out the door.

The party was in full swing when they arrived. Jess laughed when she caught sight of them. “Finally found people to help you live your dreams, Poe?”

“You just wish you’d thought of such great costumes yourself,” Poe shot back.

“Can we see these great costumes?” a voice asked from behind them.

Rey and Finn both looked at Poe before turning around. Leia was standing behind them, an eyebrow arched. To one side of her was Luke, who had a hint of a smile on his face, and on the other side was Han, who was clearly trying very hard not to look amused. Chewbacca was making no such effort, and even R2-D2’s beeping sounded amused.

“Kids all across the galaxy dress up like the heroes who took down the Empire,” Poe said with a winning smile. “I thought Finn and Rey deserved a chance to do it too.”

“So you three dressed up as us,” Leia said flatly.

Poe looked at Finn, dressed up as Luke, and then at Rey, dressed up as Han. “I think we did a pretty good job of it.”

“Did you draw the short stick, kid?” Han asked. “No one else wanted to wear the dress?”

Leia smacked him upside the head.

“No, I insisted,” Poe replied, adjusting his long white dress. “Besides, Finn rescued me from the First Order dressed as a stormtrooper, and then Rey flew a droid with a secret message back to the Resistance in the Millennium Falcon. I think it’s pretty clear who’s who.”

Luke grinned. “But Rey is a Force-user from a desert planet, and Finn almost left before coming back to help his friends.”

“You’re not arguing Poe being me?” Leia asked.

Luke shook his head. “No, I think he’s pretty much got you covered.”

BB-8 trilled indignantly. “Really?” Poe demanded. “After how hard it was to get you to agree to that paint job, now you’re offended people aren’t admiring it?”

R2-D2 beeped his compliments, and BB-8 preened. The blue paint job did look a little strange on them when Poe was so used to their normal orange, but it was necessary to complete the costume, and he’d specifically chosen a paint that would come off easily. Besides, BB-8 idolized R2-D2 enough that it hadn’t actually been that hard to get them to agree to dressing up like him.

“You don’t have a Threepio,” Han remarked. “Or a Chewie.”

Chewbacca roared and went over to stand next to Rey. Han gaped at him. “Seriously?”

Chewbacca tousled Rey’s hair and gave Han a very smug look.

“Now it looks like you don’t have a Chewie,” Rey said, sounding just as smug as Chewbacca looked.

“You can keep Threepio, though,” Poe said. He didn’t mind working with the droid on occasion, but his neuroses definitely started getting on Poe’s nerves after a while.

“Does this mean I can pass off some of my paperwork to you?” Leia asked. “Since we’re apparently so similar?”

“Only if I’m in costume,” Poe joked, hoping Leia wasn’t about to pull a stack of datapads out of nowhere and foist them off on him.

“We should stop hogging you three,” Luke said, giving them a smile. “Have fun at the party. And those costumes are really spot on. Han, that jacket even looks just like yours.”

Han studied Rey’s jacket, his eyes narrowing slightly. “That looks just like the jacket that went missing three days ago,” he said suspiciously.

Rey and Finn, who had both seen Poe sneak the jacket out of the laundry, shot him a nervous look. Poe winked.

“Run.”

They scattered instantly, and Han started yelling for them to come back, and Poe couldn’t help but laugh, feeling younger than he had in years. He’d promised Finn and Rey that this would be fun, and it was. He hoped they were enjoying themselves as much as he was.

And maybe Jess was right in teasing Poe about fulfilling his dreams, but even still, he couldn’t help but think their costumes were pretty great indeed.

mom and dad

ruined surprises (moon boys x f!reader)

PAIRING: Steven Grant & Marc Spector & Jake Lockley x F!Reader. WARNING(S): N/A. SUMMARY: When (Y/N) goes to work, she accidentally leaves her phone at home. Steven, being as helpful as always, retrieves her phone to hand it over, so she has it during her shift. However, a few things pop up on her phone that have him a little bit occupied.

Having an early morning shift, you were up and out of bed before the sun had even started to bleed through the windows. You were quick to get changed into your work clothes, only taking a small moment to gaze at your boyfriend's sleeping face. He looked so relaxed, and you were glad your movement from the bed hadn't woken him up - you did not want to ever be the reason he was disturbed from the only time where he was truly at peace.

Taking that little moment would cost you your phone, but you were none the wiser as you left the flat without it, leaving it on the bedside table by accident. Your job didn't really allow you to use your phone, as you were facing customers most of the day, but the main reason you would normally have it on you was to make sure that your boyfriend, and his alters, were okay. And they were also your main emergency contact should anything go wrong at work - but that was mostly to keep Steven and them in the loop, thus keeping their anxiety at bay.

An hour or so passed before Steven found his eyes being attacked by the sunlight coming through his curtains. Groaning, he turned and subconsciously reached out to touch you, only to find a cold, empty spot on your side of the bed. Blinking in confusion, Steven sat upright in the bed you shared, his head swivelling around anxiously as he automatically assumed the worse.

"She's at work, remember? They had her take someone else's early morning shift."

"Oh right, yeah... I totally forgot, didn't I?" Steven sighed in relief, thankful for the fact that Marc and Jake were there to remind him when things had changed. Marc more so than Jake, because Jake tended to keep to himself and simply observe.

The familiar sound of your ringtone broke through the air, causing Steven to jump out of his skin before he quickly turned to look at it with wide eyes.

"Oh dear - she forgot her phone!" Picking it up, his eyes squinted as he tried to read the letters on the screen. Tess? Who was Tess? Had he met them before? Before he could figure out if the name rang a bell, the call stopped and your phone screen went back to black.

"You guys don't happen to know a Tess, do you?"

"Hm, no... it doesn't ring a bell. What about you, Jake?"

Jake simply shrugged in the mirror, his head shaking side to side as he wordlessly answered their question.

"Maybe you should open up her phone? See if it's anything important?"

"I can't do that! She'll - she'll kill me!"

"We can always blame Jake?"

"Ni se te ocurra!" Jake glared at Marc for even suggesting that, and it was obvious he was holding himself back from slapping him on the back of his head.

As they started to argue back and forth, Steven bit his bottom lip in thought before he found himself opening up your phone. He knew the pattern you used, and he had never thought about using it to open your phone before. But the random name in your phone, and the fact you had forgotten it at home, made Steven worry about your safety. His head had a tendency to make up the worst kind of scenarios, especially now that you were involved in his life.

A text from Tess popped up on your screen, prompting Steven to press on it and open it up. From there, he could see your whole message history between yourself and this Tess.

"Tess just sent her a text. It says: 'Y/N, sorry I tried ringing you, I forgot you had taken that extra shift today. I was just wondering if you were still looking to meet up?'" Steven frowned as he spoke, his words a little unsure until he finally managed to grab his glasses and put them on his face.

"It just sounds like she has plans to meet up with a friend. Nothing to worry about." Marc tried to be reassuring, but it was obvious Steven was nervous for you and your safety.

"Scroll up a bit - see if she has anything to hide." Jake spoke up, quirking a brow from the mirror as he crossed his arms. While Steven would normally ignore Jake's suggestions, he could not help but follow suit and start slowly scrolling up to read your messages.

"Woah... woah woah woah!" After each 'woah', Steven's eyes grew wider and wider, to the point you could easily confuse him as some kind of humanoid Pug.

"What is it, Steven?"

"I bet it is something saucy."

"Please get your head out of the sewer."

"We all share the same head, hermano."

"... Touché."

"No no, guys, shush - this is serious!" Steven rushed to the mirror, holding the phone by it so they could see the screen as well. It showed an exchange between yourself and Tess, where you were getting advice on how to surprise your boyfriend with some sexy lingerie. There were even Pinterest pictures of various options, which honestly would make all three of them drool at the sight of you.

"Wait... this actually is saucy. How the Hell did you know?"

"Lucky guess?"

"Guys... we ruined her surprise for us... she's totally going to hate us for this." Steven whined, throwing his head back as he felt guilty all over again.

"No no, Steven, we're fine - everything is fine! We can just pretend this never happened!"

"If anything, hermano, she will still look sexy as Hell - even if it isn't as much of a surprise as she may have wanted it to be."

"Jake's right. She may not even surprise us until a few days from now, anyway, so we may actually forget? Maybe this Tess, or whatever her name is, is just wanting to meet with (Y/N) today to help her pick out some lingerie?"

"Is it not a little weird that she's talking about this stuff with a friend we have never met before?" Steven frowned in thought, as did Marc and Jake. Steven did have a point, but the message history seemed to only really focus on the lingerie. How had the two of you even met? Steven scrolled all the way up to the top, only to let out a long sigh of relief.

"Oh, never mind, this Tess Black works at some kind of lingerie shop, and it's near (Y/N)'s work. Now it all makes total sense." Chuckling in disbelief at his own worriedness towards the situation, Steven facepalmed. "And here's me thinking the worst..."

"Well, at least now we know."

"Yeah, but Marc... she's actually going to kill us if she finds out we were snooping in her phone. Especially if she finds out after making a load of effort to show herself off." Steven can't help but grimace at the thought of you getting angry at them. He had never seen you be proper angry before, and he was almost frightened of the prospect of it happening all because of him.

"Just don't tell her. Unread that message from Tess and just pretend that you didn't see anything. Jake and I will keep our mouths shut as well."

"Yeah, don't worry too much about it, hermano. We've got this."

"Yeah... yeah, we've got this." Steven tried to put on a confident smile, but it was awkward and felt weird on his face. Listening to Marc's advice on setting the message as 'unread', Steven turned off your phone and pocketed it. "Can one of you front for when we get to the shop? I-I don't know if I can keep the truth from her..."

"I'll do it." Jake was quick to answer, causing Marc to quirk a brow and Steven simply nodded before he found his eyes rolling back and he was inside of the mirror, Jake taking his place inside of the host body.

It wasn't long before you had clocked the fact you were missing your phone. You were patting at your pockets helplessly, a frustrated sigh leaving your lips, before you spotted a familiar figure make his way into the store. At first, you thought it was Steven, but when you noticed the cap and the slightly wary look in his eye, you could instantly tell it was Jake.

"Hey, princesa. You lose something?" He grinned at you, waving your phone in your face. Grabbing it, you grinned back at him, thankful that he had been thoughtful enough to bring it over to you while you were still at work.

"Thank you for bringing it. I got worried for a second there that something might have happened at home, and I wouldn't have been in the know." Your large grin turned into a more sheepish smile as you rubbed at the back of your neck.

"It's not a problem, princesa. It was Steven's idea, anyway, he just had... something to think about, so he couldn't front." Jake's explanation, and the pause within it, seemed a little off to you, but you simply kept the smile on your face, none the wiser to the events that had taken place between you leaving the flat and Jake coming into the shop, your phone in his hand.

"Well, I better get going so you can focus on your job. I'll see you later though, yeah?" Jake lent down to give you a surprisingly gentle peck on the side of your face.

"Of course, see you later." You nodded, gazing up at him lovingly. "Just make sure that your calendars are free tonight, okay? I have something special to show the three of you." A sly smirk makes its way onto your lips as you lower your voice into a hushed whisper.

"Oh I'm sure you do, princesa. And we can't wait to see it."

Ready to Cry

Matt Murdock x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: stitches, injuries, lots of pent up emotions

Author’s Note: i miss him! I miss him! Why won’t marvel bring him back to me?!

Summary: You’ve thought Matt was dead for months, only to go to where he was staying and demand to see him. You’re reunited.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

Matt put his head against the outside brick wall of your apartment. He shouldn't even be here. You thought he was dead and it should stay that way. As long as you thought he was dead you were safe. Safe enough. Fisk may still come for you either way but if you didn’t have any information to give, maybe it would be better.

But he could feel the blood seeping through his fingers as he held his stomach. He could go back to the church. Yeah. He would be avoiding putting you in danger and he could get stitched up there by Sister Maggie.

Matt listened to your humming for a moment more. You were cooking something. He could hear the oven on. You only hummed when you were cooking. He nodded to himself and hopped down onto the fire escape. He wouldn’t put you in danger today.

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Matt had only been at the church for a couple of minutes when Maggie came downstairs to help him. He knew it was her by the footsteps.

“My side,” he muttered quietly. She walked up to him and usually would have made some quip about how he got hurt doing something bad but she was silent. He raised an eyebrow. “Something wrong?”

“There is someone upstairs,” she said gently. “That is insisting she sees you.” He pursed his lips.

“Karen?”

“No.” He sat up straight. There was only one other woman who would come here to see him. He didn’t even think Karen knew but he knew you did. He had told you about his past. You were the only person he trusted with that. Foggy probably didn’t want to come here.

“How does she know I’m alive?”

“I don’t think she does. If you need it, I will tell her to go away.” Matt was silent for a moment. He was bleeding out. He didn’t have time to think about this. Matt could let you go on thinking he was dead to keep you just a little bit safer. Or he could let you come down here and stitch him up and touch you. Just the thought made him feel euphoric.

“I want her to be safe,” he said.

“She may be safer knowing you’re out there,” Maggie said quietly. Matt winced as he adjusted his seating.

“Let her down.”

He heard Maggie leave and she was gone for only about three minutes. When she came back down there was another sound of footsteps following her. You slowed as you entered the odd underground space. You looked around before noticing Matt was there, sitting on the bed.

Your breath caught.

“I’ll leave you two alone. Just a reminder though, this is a church,” Maggie said. You nodded, still too shocked to move. She walked up the stairs and away.

“Thanks,” Matt said. Hearing his voice made you want to cry. He was facing the ground, his hand over his side. He could hear you sniffle. You were crying. “If you’re going to yell, go ahead.”

You rushed up to him and threw your arms around him. He winced but you didn’t hear it. You sat on the bed beside him, holding him as tightly as you could like he was going to slip away like water. You put his cheeks in your hands and you stared at him.

“I hate you,” you sobbed. “Please never ever leave again.” He nodded.

“I’m bleeding out.”

You backed away quickly, noticing the blood on his side.

“Oh!” You stood up and quickly found all the stitching supplies Maggie had out for when he came back like this. You brought them beside you and made him sit back. “Can I take off your shirt?”

He was silent for a moment.

“What do you think?” You scoffed, wiping the tears from your eyes to have clear vision. You lifted his shirt over his head and looked at the gash on his side. It wasn’t as bad as he made it sound. His breath picked up as you touched his bare skin.

He would never get used to your touch. It was kind of electric. Like every brush of your fingers could be a drug. It made him want to cry. He had suppressed all of the emotions of grief and loss and anger that he wanted to cry now. But he held it in.

“Done.”

He sat up.

“You’ve always been good at that.”

“I’ve had to get good. Though forgive me, I’m a bit rusty.” He smiled offhandedly. You put your hand on his. He held it tightly. “Why?” you whispered.

“I had to.”

“I was so angry with you,” you muttered. “That you could die and leave me here. Alone. I imagined seeing you again a hundred times, screaming at you, throwing things at you, giving you a piece of my mind.” You traced your fingers over the bruises on his chest. He was littered with cuts, stitches, yellow and purple skin. “But I knew I could never hurt you, no matter how much you hurt me,” you breathed.

“I never wanted to hurt you. I stayed away so you could make a life for yourself, without me.”

“I could never be without you. You could be six feet under and I would still have you.” You put your hand on his chest where the worst of the injuries was. It looked like he had been stabbed, fairly deep. He winched. “Baby-” He breathed in deeply at the pet name and you couldn’t tell but it was from relief and longing. Longing to have you call him your own again. “Baby how many stab wounds do you have now?” you asked quietly.

“13.”

“Matthew Murdock!” You tilted your head in surprise. “I’m gone for a couple months and you get stabbed 13 times. For fucks sake.”

“You’re in a church.”

“I’m sorry. For freaking sake.” You put your hand on his shoulder. “I’m going to help you any way that I can. But first I’m going to let you drop that guard.” He shook his head.

“If I open the floodgates now they’ll never close.”

“I don’t care.” You kicked off your shoes and took off your jacket. “You got a dresser down here?” He gestured to the pile of clothes on the ground. “Jesus. Sorry.” You grabbed one of his shirts and took off your tight one. You put it on the ground next to his things. You walked back to the bed and nudged his leg. “Lay down.” He did as he was told. You laid down beside him, putting your head above his. You put your arm around his shoulder. He put his head on your chest.

“What we’re you making earlier?” he mumbled.

“Were you stalking me Murdock?”

“No I just..missed you.” How many times had you thought he was dead but he was just outside your window?

“Soup.” You brushed a hand through his hair. “So this is where you used to have those nightmares huh?” you whispered.

“Yeah. I can’t believe you remembered that.”

“Are you ready to cry now?”

“No but keep going, I’ll get there.” You laughed. You kissed the top of his head. He put his arm around your stomach.

“I love you Matthew. I’m not letting you go again.” He was silent. You rubbed his back, careful of any scars or fresh wounds. You thought maybe he didn’t like what you had said since he wasn’t answering. You looked down at him and noticed that his chest was rising and falling quickly.

He was crying. You brought your other arm up to him and held him with both arms. He buried his head in your chest. He sobbed. He just sobbed. He sobbed for the pain, for the grief, for the worry, the stress, the sacrifices.

When he grew quiet you realized he had fallen asleep.

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You woke up before him. He was still laying on your chest, gripping you like you were going to slip away. Your breathing changes woke him up easily. He was a light sleeper these days. Honestly he was surprised he slept through the night undisturbed.

He sat up, hair a mess. You smiled, brushing it.

“You look cute,” you whispered.

“I got your shirt all wet.”

“It’s your shirt.” He half smiled. He leaned against the wall, grabbing your hand.

“I’ve put you in danger. By letting you come down here. By letting you know I’m alive.”

“Yeah well I was in danger anyway. I can’t let you do this by yourself. I’ll help, even if it means I have to walk under the buildings you jump across.” He laughed dryly.

“You need to be realistic.”

“I am. I’m just not pessimistic.” He scoffed. You sat up and moved, sitting beside him against the wall. You still had his hand in yours. “Let me do this.” He was silent for a moment. IT was stupid. It would leave loose ends.

“I shouldn't.”

You leaned over and kissed him. It had been so long since you had kissed him. It felt like heaven. Like everything was worth it as long as this kiss never ended. Of course though, it did.

“You have to. I’m making you.”

“Karen and Foggy may never forgive either of us.”

“At least we’ll be together.”

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Foggy: The moon looks beautiful, doesn’t it? Karen, looking at Foggy: Yeah… but do you know what’s more beautiful? Foggy and Karen in unison: *sighs* Matt

THIS IS SO CUTE IM GONNA CRY

BEACH DAY - Din can be happy Grogu gave him enough time to remove his boots before he decided they should get splashing in the water and hunt for snacks ^n^

This is my gift for @firstofficerwiggles through @starwarsfandomfests I really hope you'll like it, since I really enjoyed working on something so bright and wholesome ^^

i am in dire need of dad!matt content so i decided to draw a little daddy - baby photograph moment AND NOW IM SQUEALING AT MY OWN ART AKSHSKHDJSHDKSHD

also please do ignore the abnormal hand, i cannot draw hands for the life of me

also the baby's face bcs i cannot draw faces asf

LMAOOOO THIS IS WHAT IVE BEEN THINKING TOO LIKE JEN PROBABLY THINKS "uhhhh and im supposed to know that?? "

matt was shooketh when jen didn't know him as if he doesn't operate out of a literal garbage bin in a random alley in hell's kitchen. mans got on a local newspaper a couple times and suddenly he thinks he's LA famous like no bby girl-