Tony Stark meeting Shuri for the first time goes a little like this in my mind??
Shuri not terrified, Shuri is brave and stubborn and knows she’s smarter than Tony. But she also knows that up until now Tony’s been under the impression that he’s the smartest and he’s the best. So she’s worried, not of him turning out to be smarter, but of him being insulted by her genius.
And they meet and Shuri show’s him her work and he stay’s ridiculously quiet through most of the ordeal, only asking questions here and there. Watching her work with the sand tables as she explains each item in her lab and Tony watches closely.
And then, she stops, cause she’s shown him everything and told him what everything is and she just looks at him and waits for the ‘this is child’s play’ comment and to have to defend herself against a man who doesn’t know shit.
And slowly Tony lifts up his sunglasses and his eyes are fucking shining and his grin is huge and he looks at her like she’s the best thing to touch planet earth and he just mutters, “I’ve never had to say this, but explain that again, and slower.”
Monsters
and mermaids and cyborgs and such are big for disabled people cause
folks are all “you’d REALLY replace your parts with these horrifying
things? mechanical replacements, monsterous horns and fish tails and
stuff?” and we’re like “DO THEY WORK? DO THOSE PARTS GIVE ME PAIN? NO?
SIGN ME THE FUCK UP AND STOP JUDGING ME, BRENDA, I GOT MERMAID SHIT TO
DO”
bless the fandom and the fic authors who turn the minor/underdeveloped/just there for the plot/just a romantic interest female characters and turning them into complex, utterly human, and badass queens we know they deserve to be
One person sleeping with their head on the other person’s lap. Getting all drowsy-snuggly when they’re too tired to see straight. Being tucked in and kissed on the forehead before they pass out. Gentle touches while they drift off. Trusting the other person to watch over them and make sure nothing happens to them while they’re out.
Just… sleepy intimacy, man.
Sleepy intimacy is one of my favorite things, and I think the last point is why – it’s all about trust. Trusting someone enough to let your guard down. To lower your defenses. To be vulnerable.
That kind of trust is not always given easily, which is what makes sleepy intimacy so heartwarming.
I get the distinct feeling that the assumption with Temple Jedi that all non-Temple Jedi are pushovers is a nasty fib put into motion by one Knight-centric asshole that unfortunately gained a little too much traction (or Palpatine got wind of it and absolutely adored the idea of the Jedi slicing themselves up from the inside out, so he did his subtle Sith encouragement magic to keep the ball rolling on that one).
(Or maybe it’s Yoda’s fault. I wouldn’t put it past him to assume one type of Jedi is the best Jedi, and considering how long he was their leader? Well…)
I am now so here for an AU where the Council was like “Fine, he can be a Jedi but he can’t stay here”, so Kidling Anakin was shipped off to some out of the way AgriCorps base where that little sand-blasted munchkin learned about green growing things and loved every minute of it.
Qui-Gon would have made sure to send him to someone he trusts, even if they aren’t on the best of terms. Hello, Master Feemor training Anakin!!!!!!
My second thought is bonding time with clones and Jedi.
Cody walks into Kenobi’s office on the Resolute, his arms
full of discarded cloaks. It’s a mess of fabric, bunched up
decoratively to make the pile look even larger than it is (though if
one takes even a second look, they’ve been through the basic
laundering sonics that all the troopers’ gear gets. Or maybe not.
Cody can be an asshole that way). He dumps them on a bemused Kenobi’s
desk and informs him AT LENGTH how it is not standard operating
procedure to discard equipment willy-nilly, and reads him SEVERAL
nastygrams from the quartermasters. Obi-Wan dutifully listens,
folding every last cloak, both grateful for the break from all the
paperwork, and for the fact that Cody cares
enough to bother.
To his credit, Obi-Wan TRIES not to
lose his cloak for awhile.
(he’s not nearly as successful as
he’d like.)
Aayla Secura and Bly both lecture
each other about being reckless on the battlefield. While on said
battlefield. Possibly for pulling the exact same stunt. It is highly
against protocol that a General/Commander risk themself like that.
Neither of them sees any irony in
this.
Rex Has A Talk with Ahsoka about
following regs when it comes to charging
headlong into danger. They have some sparring and practice drills on
How To Keep Your Damnfool Unarmored Jedi Head Down Sir.
Ahsoka later on primly has words
with her master about how he Needs To Keep His Head Down and maybe
don’t charge into battle. Anakin sputters and protests that he
knows what he’s doing, promptly gets mildly injured, and has to
endure Ahsoka’s very loud lack of not commenting.
He goes to kvetch at Rex about this.
Rex manages not to roll his eyes,
then goes through the same routine.
It actually does stick. Somewhat.
Wolffe goes to his general to
protest that it really is not standard procedure that the
men have so much downtime while investigating…what ARE they
investigating on this ridiculous resort planet, Sir?
Plo Koon manages to keep his sigh
internal, then fires off some bullshit about how the Council sent
them to look into…corruption. And scurrilous activities. And.
Suchlike in the area.
(He is a member of the Council, the
men desperately need downtime, and since they’re in this quadrant
anyways, he’s happy to fill out the reams of paperwork regarding
the “unfortunate but necessary repairs” to the cruiser that will
give them a few days of rest. If he can convince them to take it.)
(Wolffe doesn’t buy it entirely,
but he ends up happy anyways because Hondo is active in the area and
Wolffe ends up personally
able to deck him.)
(Plo considers it all a win.)
Yoda spends some time leading
meditation with Commander Thire and a few other Coruscant Guard.
Thire is finally the one to speak up. “Sir, is this…regulation? I
mean, isn’t this a Jedi thing?” When Yoda asks him how a trooper
would spend some time unwinding – with that glint in his eyes that
the clones don’t recognize as sign of the Temple’s oldest and
wiliest troll – the men exchange looks.
Yoda’s not hugely adept with
a pistol at the firing range,
but still MUCH better than many of the clones expected. The carousing
that goes on afterwards becomes the stuff of legend at 79’s, the
Guard headquarters, and several holo channels of dubious repute.
~end
*cackles with delight, and adds to their plot bunny fodder tag*
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