Wait wait wait wait wait...

You’re telling me we actually got like—

5 full minutes of helmetless Din screen time—

And we all just... survived?

Well, sort of.

I did gasp like a Victorian Maiden. Tho the scenario of the helmet-removal was a lil uncomfortable to witness and def traumatic on din's end (😭) it broke my heart and I wish this happened in better circumstances.

But we're on a "if I don't get those coordinates now, I'll lose the kid forever." level of desperation here and- yeah...

I wish it will happen in infinitely better circumstances.

ACTUALLY READ THE LEFT TEXT GUYS I- 😭😭😭💜💜💜💜

This is now the second Friday since season 1 of the Mandalorian ended and I am not ok. Like, wtf am I supposed to do? Go to work? Be productive? Act social?

Download and re-watch the show over and over again, repeatedly watch all your fave moments, continuously browse the Mandalorian tag in tumblr, cry to your pillow at night, listen to the Mandalorian theme song to perk up.

Cycle, repeat.

P.S. use earphones for maximum baby noises. :^)