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– tfln | @ jyn

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1. why is your name on a gluestick in a plastic baggy stuck to my door?

2. i just threw up again because I opened my eyes... i resorted to taking the twi'lek dramamine because I feel seasick from walking. not helping.

3. it was all good till you had ppl chasin shots of ciroc with fucking applesauce

4. i had to replace her ruby bliel with red vitamin water. so if she’s alive, you can thank me

5. that isn't the worst part. it got even more awkward when he read me a poem he wrote about his dead cat.

6. do you remember yelling out "insecurity makes my pussy dry!" unnecessarily loud at the cantina?

[carmesi]

( when wanda had said that she needed a break from earth, a respite from all the bullshit that she had gone through as a sokovian, an avenger, and a fugitive, she hadn't meant going off-planet. but rocket had been there, offered the possibility for adventure in the 'great beyond', and in not wanting to be stuck in the limbo of the aftermath of thanos, she had agreed.

what had started as a little misadventure with the guardians soon became wanda's own exploration of the world beyond earth; she had no where to return to, but she still kept a radio attuned to rocket's signal—should she ever need help, she could always call in the guardians. that much made her feel a little more grounded. but, otherwise? she was on her own.

time has passed without much importance for wanda, her days measured by the amount of fuel on the tank of her borrowed space-ship. it's a ratty old thing, but it works fantastically well, and the controls were easy for her to learn. it just needs some fine-tuning once in a while. right now is such a time. she has landed in a planet with a name she can't quite pronounce (so she chooses not to), and while she initially thinks it's a fuel situation again, she is forced to admit to herself that it isn't. not when one of the pieces under the hood is smoking and it looks like she's got a leak from a broken tube somewhere. with a sigh and a scoff, wanda pushes her way towards the settlement, wondering if the scrapyard or the tavern would find her a finer choice in assistance. rocket had tried to teach her the basics, but wanda knows when she's out of her league.

wanda is lucky despite her misfortune, finding a spot of vendors by the scrapyard.

.... )

Nyeta. ( this much jawaese she knows. ) I don't want — I don't want the latest model. I just need a fix.

( it's clear she's been at this a while, the sun scalding up ahead. she rubs sweat from her forehead, sighing as the jawas present her with more and more expensive options. )

I don't un-der-stand you.

🪐 tfln / @ ascetical

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next time a random bus filled with jawas pulls up to the bar, i'm not getting on it.