Tech Without His Helmet.

i know i’m probably super late to this but i never noticed that hunter was wearing his old tunic LOL

😱😂💕

The reason Echo needed to be doubled up in a pod.

Immediately thought of this when I saw him start to sadly paddle with his one hand

DAMN RIGHT

Ahsoka Tano is a six foot two carnivorous space ninja with magic powers. She’s a horned, fanged super-spy who’s been fighting in wars from the frontlines since she was a preteen. It’s always a good day to remember that at sixteen Ahsoka Tano decapitated four full grown Mandalorian warriors; that she fought General Grievous, bested Darth Maul in single combat, evaded and sabotaged the Empire for decades, travelled through time, and may or may not be a deity of the Force. That she survived the annihilation of her people and walked away with kindness and compassion in her heart. What I’m getting at is that Ahsoka Tano, both immovable object and unstoppable force, is a gods-damned hurricane, a Valkyrie with two laser swords and a cocky smile, and if she does show up in live action they’d better well appreciate her.

The first time Hunter shampooed and conditioned. XD

This is why Cyare had to start washing his hair.

“this armor is the best” “no this armor” i think we all know the correct answer here ✋🏻

Yummy

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Tech is so patient with his little sister, and if you look closely he is often very smiley around her and I love that for him.

Reunion, chapter four | Commander Wolffe x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2.1k

Chapter warnings: smut- soft!Wolffe, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, slight Dom!Wolffe???, slight dirty talk.

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The rest of your week with Wolffe passes by in a blur, much to your chagrin. However, you take solace in the fact that it’s been a blur of happiness, laughter, and an entanglement of naked limbs. You can’t even remember when you’d last felt so happy or so at ease.

You awake on your final day together with a smile etched across your features, the sun’s glow warming your face as the sensation of steady breaths fan against the back of your neck. It’s how you’ve become accustomed to waking now, the feeling of strong arms encapsulating you, legs intertwined with yours as if you’d ever attempt to escape. You squeeze the firm muscles of his forearm, relishing the feeling of his heart beating against your back. He rouses with your movement just slightly, mumbling a rough ‘good morning’ into the shell of your ear. You smile into your pillow and whisper a soft greeting in return. The deep baritone of his voice in the morning still causes your heart to skip a beat.

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The faces of Commander Wolffe.

I love this beautiful man your honor.

Currently trying to get SO to watch Arcane.