Well, In That Case I Suggest We All Go Out Partying With The Good Mr. Lord!

only i can touch you - javier x reader

Javier doesn’t like when people touch what’s not his - even if its for work.

whattup i am javiers filthy little whore. smut is below the cut its also on ao3 and if you like it consider buying me a ko-fi

Javier Peña didn’t like to share his girl. He didn’t like other men looking at you, thinking of you, nothing. He was protective, understandably so given his job. But when you had to go out on the field he was even worse. He was your shadow, he didn’t take his eyes off you. Which was terrible, considering you and him were tracking down people related to the biggest narco in Columbia and he needed to be focused on the job. You tried to get the ambassador to not assign you to someone else but she wouldn’t budge because he was on the other end insisting that the two of you stay together, along with Murphy.

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good evening friends this is a psa that i am massively in love with javier peña

I think the creators of the Mandalorian seriously underestimated how batshit feral the internet was gonna go for one (1) armored man holding a baby

And I will never get over it...

Tenochtitlan :’(

i will try haha -🥦

Right

Church of England: Today is the feast day of Thomas More, when we remember the Reformation martyr-

Thomas More’s ghost:

8 (least fav ship) for BNHA

Hmm... Actually, I'm unsure about that one... Maybe any hero x villain, if those even exist

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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Not generally, but now I do

Do you ever think about how many of the items now considered priceless artifacts were once commonplace items? The coins we now marvel at from behind the glass at a museum were once tossed around, stepped on, and traded around. The pottery painstakingly pieced back together was somebody’s favorite wine jug. The decorative pin now rusted and bent once held together the shoulder of someone’s chiton. History is simply a trail of ordinary people going about their day, and I think there’s an odd sort of beauty in that.

Narcissa Malfoy, at her trail: *crying* So I-I killed. So I maimed. So I destroyed one innocent life after another. Aren’t I a human being? Don’t I yearn, and ache, and shop? Don’t I deserve love... and jewellery.