Yeah, Poor Lepidus; He Was Only A Part Of Second Triumvirate Because Both Augustus And Antony Knew That

He is yours

Obi Wan Kenobi x Reader

Summary: Obi Wan finds out you have been hiding a secret from him for a few years.

Word count: 1.5k

You did not know how long it had been since you were in the Jedi Temple. About 5 years or so. You did not wish to return and yet here you were. The famed Jedi Master, who had been cast out, was now back.

You sighed as you walked through the halls, ignoring the looks you got. No one questioned you, they knew you had been asked to come back. But you refused. After you were cast out, you moved to a far off planet. A peaceful one and settled down. A year later, a knock came to your door.

Opening it, you found your old master there. “Kit” you greeted the man who smiled back at you. Looking behind him to see Windu and Master Yoda. You sighed and opened the door. Walking away from it, there was no point in inviting them in. They would come anyway. No point in turning them away, they would still make there way in. You leaned against your counter as the men sat at your table. Waiting for them to speak.

“I believe, an apology is owed to you” Windu started, you replied in a scoff. Blowing air from your nose and shaking your head. “You did not trade secrets… You did not break the code” Windu sighed, looking to Kit for help. “We are sorry” Kit said, looking to you. Hoping you would give him your famous smile and accept the apology. “What’s made you change your mind” was all you replied with.

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This, right here absolutely fucking delights me....

I am once again forced to giggle at the idea of Whiskey and Javi together.

Whiskey, all but a force of nature, who jumps in a fighter jet and takes off, or takes off into the jungle without so much as a can of bug spray. Whiskey, who throws caution to the wind and makes no plans. Whiskey, who laughs and says that he’ll make it up as he goes along, thank you very much. Whiskey, who humors Javi’s tendency to plan and fret for as long as he can, but in the end just decides to wing it.

Javi, jogging along behind him, annoyed and muttering to himself, two packs and an extra bullet proof vest in hand. Javi, the mother hen, who’s new catch phrase is “dammit, Jack” followed by frantically dashing out of the room. Javi, who makes grids on maps and tries to explain the intricate nature of the cartels (Jack knows all of this already. Despite what Javi, thinks, he has actually been listening this whole time) while Jack leans his chair back on two legs and watches, unruffled and bored.

literally just sitting here eating lunch and i thought about pedro looking up at you for a second after eating you out for soooo long and you’re literally dripping off his chin and he has the most shit eating grin on his face, but also it’s lowkey heart eyes as he watches you take strained breaths and toss your head from side to side, your hand gripping his forearm to ground yourself while he puts in WORK making your pussy feel like a shooting star 👀 i know that man lives to eat it i just know

PEDRO EATS PUSSY LIKE A GOD PASS IT ON

Din Djarin soft man. Din Djarin love of my life. Din Djarin sweet, sweet man. Din Djarin nice man. Din Djarin man. Din Djarin soft.

Pedro and Baby Yoda being too cute for words ♡

Sooo, the other day I made a post about how much I'm in love with Lore Olympus then noticed that I misspelled something; so I edited it and when it said that the edited version was posted, I deleted what I thought was the original only to find out that it was still the same post😅😅😅.... So here's a shorter version of that post (since I can't remember what I originally said):

Sooo, Lore Olympus is my new favorite thing ever! I love Greek mythology, mythology in general is one of my favorite things but Greek mythology (well, technically it would be Greco-Roman mythology but I prefer the Greek versions) is probably my favorite, so Lore Olympus becoming a new obsession was pretty much a no-brainer. Hades and Persephone are so pure!! Zeus is every bit as much of an ass as he always is; Hera is Queen; dude-bro Poseidon is great; Artemis is great; Hecate is bestie; Eros is the best; Hermes is also the best; Cerberus is best dog... okay, I'll end my rambling there but seriously Lore Olympus is amazing!

So good.... Seriously, read it

calamitous love and insurmountable grief

Pairing: Ezra x female!reader

Summary: Ezra returns home after a long time away.

a/n: i’ve been wanting to write a fic with this title ever since the song came out. i think this is perfect for it. anyway, let me know what you think!!

warnings: angst, sexual themes (+18), miscarriage mentions

word count: 3.6k

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The dry leaves crunch beneath their boots as they walk down the small earthly road. The cold air makes him shiver, although he tries to hide it from her. She did tell him to buy an extra jacket at Central, but he didn’t listen. He was too eager to come back here.

To come back home.

Ezra didn’t plan to stay away for long, but the events that took place in the Green stalled him too much. One thing led to another and when he realized, three years had passed since he had left.

Three years since he left the planet with the promise of one last job. Three years since he last saw your face, stained with tears, begging him not to go. His heart clenches at the thought and the regret eats him up on the inside. All that time in that stupid toxic moon, there wasn’t a day he didn’t think of you. There wasn’t a night he spent wishing he was back here, with you in his arms as he read to you.

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LMAO DID YALL SEE

Did Y'all SEE

That shit RH is trying to pass off an apology??

As always, this will be tagged with his full name, his last name "#RH" and "#h*ywoodgate" (without the asterisk and with the "a".

OKAY. So this little bite of the "apology" right here?

( ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)

Okay, big guy. Try this.

As for providing clarity to my mistakes actions/intentions, I would like to state admit: I never set out to hurt anyone I did not think about what my status as a white cis man in a place of power would hold over these young fans. I flirted with and had sexual relations with members of the community manipulated members of the community into having sex with me. I am continually saddened to learn that my actions have contributed to anyone's pain, especially as my interactions, as inappropriate as they were, always came from a place of what I thought was a shared connection I did not think about the long term when acting on these inappropriate affairs and the blame is fully on me and not on those I mentally abused into this cycle of manipulation and coercion by way of blackmail and guilting, no matter how these women once may have felt. I recognize that I am in a place of great power of them and the fault is fully mine.

Maybe, instead of shifting the blame onto the victims-

TAKE FUCKING ACCOUNTABILITY FOR YOUR SHITTY ACTIONS.

What’s in a Name?

A/N: This is quite possibly the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever written in my entire life. But it’s soft. Because Marcus Pike is soft and deserves all the love. Granted, I’ve only watched The Mentalist all the way through once, so…do with that what you will. 

Pairing: Marcus Pike x F!Reader (no y/n)

Rating: PG for mention of guns??? I just want to be on the safe side. Idiots in love. Falling in love with someone and not knowing their name. Cliche use of a Quote from Romeo + Juliet.

Word Count: 3.3k 

Summary: The five times Marcus Pike tries to learn your name and the one time he actually does.

Pike was unlucky in love. He knew it. He had started to accept it when things fell apart with Lisbon. His friends and fellow agents, the assholes, actually took pity on him and said he’d find the right person eventually. He just didn’t anticipate having to meet her over and over again.

… that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet... (Romeo + Juliet)

Sometimes, every once in a while, he actually hated his job. Sure, he got to go undercover, stop criminals, right some wrongs, and be called ‘agent’ on top of it. But, right now, listening to some sycophant rant and rave about the “superiority of Cubism over Dadaism,” he wanted to switch careers. There was supposed to be a sale of a stolen Cézanne happening at this gallery in Los Angeles and Pike had suspected the guy with the too-tight three piece suit and bad transatlantic accent was the ring-leader of the whole theft and re-sale. He just needed to not spork his eyes out until he saw money pass hands from the agent he’d sent in to pose as the buyer and the thief-turned-art-asshole. He thought it would only take an hour or two, busts like this usually did—but this guy loved the sound of his own voice so much that he had been going on a tangent about 20th century art movements for nearly four hours now and had somehow gathered a bit of an audience, too, debating with others, and the like. It was exhausting just listening to him.

“If you give me ten dollars, I’ll spill some red wine on his shirt and he’ll be forced to leave.”

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9: I will not be using a loophole. As always, I will be using the main hole, or no hole. I choose no hole.

Jack: You just said “hole” way too much, Doctor.

Rose: And that’s coming from Jack.

9: Yes, that is concerning.