They All Do Make Some Valid Points *shrugs*

I'm imagining afterglow Luke and omg he's so sweet and beautiful 🥺

anon, i’m gonna do you one better: imagine it’s the very first time you’re seeing him like this. the “grand finale” has occurred, you’re both lying there staring at the ceiling and panting as though you just tried outrunning a herd of fathiers. it was messy, it was clumsy, and it might have ended just a little too soon-but you loved every second of it. you can hardly believe it happened-with him. and as you look over to gauge his reaction, it seems luke can’t either.

he roughly runs a hand through his hair, blinking rapidly, and starts giggling. it’s the sort of giggle that spills out like a gush of spring water, almost effortless and full of ebullient joy. he cracks a toothy grin. “…wow,” he says somewhat hoarsely, cheeks a healthy shade of pink. “that was…” briefly he covers his face with both hands, searching for a word that apparently doesn’t materialize. “wow.”

“yeah,” you agree, turning on your side to really drink him in. luke mirrors your movements, forming his bent arm into a makeshift pillow. the gazes lock, hold, and you let your eyes travel along the body that’s no longer a mystery. in a little while, when you return to your quarters and your lonely bunk, you’ll ruminate on the exact taste of his salty sweat; the veins in his magnificent large hands; the wild, desperate look in his eyes as you fumbled with each other’s clothes; the sounds he’d made during the act, those shaky breaths and whimpers, the low moans and pleading that sent shock waves right to your center.

but for now, this is enough. to lie together companionably and enjoy the afterglow of it all, bask in the warmth of luke’s slightly tanned skin and the affectionate way he studies you. “you alright?” he asks, snuggling a bit closer.

“oh, i’m fine,” you hum, leaning in so that your noses practically touch.

“was it good?”

“you were wonderful. really.”

maker, he’s beautiful when he smiles. “so were you.” quick as hyperspace he plants a kiss on your parted lips. “really.”

shaking your head, you chase after the promise of another anointing from that sweet mouth and insist “luke, you’re too nice to me.”

he happily gives it to you and replies, “this is ‘being too nice,’ huh? well…i guess i’ll just have to keep doing it until you believe you deserve it. you free tomorrow night?”

you frame his impish face between your palms and bestow loud, smacking kisses on every part until he’s laughing and squirming against you. sometimes it still feels like a dream, his choosing you. “i think my schedule just magically cleared up.”

cal loses the bet btw

I am both

#artists

Doubt I’m gonna marry Luke Skywalker or Din Djarin but hoping everything else comes true

If you see this on your dashboard, reblog this, NO MATTER WHAT and all your dreams and wishes will come true.

I'm curious. Reblog this if you know how to cook

I don’t even care if it’s macaroni, ramen or those little bowls you stick in the microwave. Please, I need reassurance that most of the population on tumblr WOULDN’T STARVE TO DEATH if their parents couldn’t fix them food or they couldn’t go out to eat. 

I just finished The Last Jedi.

And I choose to ignore canon and instead imagine Luke living a happy retired life with his Mandalorian husband and green space gremlin son, thank you very much.

I present to you, your usual Preeschool teacher x Single Dad au.

Thank you Dinluke server

Hey, Im Bon, this is my sideblog bc i got shadowbanned on my main…