Whovianwar - Cannon Has No Place Here

Quick question,

What's a good paint to go over tape? I got asked to paint a welding mask for someone at work and we laid duct tape over the face but I don't know what type of paint would work best, anyone have an idea?? I got no idea where to start......

“Be careful who you trust, Sergeant. People you know can hurt you the most.”

Someone sent me an ask gushing about some Boba Fett’s lines from the show and I typed up a whole “I KNOW RIGHT” response and managed to delete the whole thing. 

And it’s not like I’ve listened to certain bits of dialogue repeatedly or made MP3s or anything but if I HAD here are the lines I would have chosen: 

Careful, princess

Easy there little one

Power up those shields, princess. I’ll put on a good show.

Any requests??? I’ve got Audacity fired up and ready to go. 

Purge trooper cody and Obiwan for @thelastbattlecry so this is entirely his fault

In his spare time (ha) Elijah likes to code little apps for mobile devices that he releases under a pseudonym. Mostly highly intricate and difficult puzzles and games, there are also throwaway apps that he makes and never updates. For certain apps, he deletes the programs entirely after a certain time (like if the hype dies down or it becomes too buggy to fix) and either remakes it or just forgets it entirely.

There’s a website someone made that includes full, free to play, desktop versions of the games he’s already deleted that people like or still enjoy. Elijah fully supports the one who runs the site, even offering to pay for the domain for them.

The apps themselves are always free to play and absolutely never play ads.

Soap: What did you do on break, Lt?

Ghost: Rode my bike and slept in an alleyway behind a bar.

Gaz: Checks out... (leaves the room)

Ghost: ...

Ghost: Want to know what I really did?

Soap: (immediately interested)

Soap: Yeah!

Ghost: (pulls out his phone)

Ghost: (shows picture of him having someone cuddled up next to him, both under a blanket, two switches in hand, both on the Stardew Valley logo screen)

Soap: (his smile falls immediately)

Soap: Wh—

Ghost: I played Stardew Valley with the missus.

Soap: The mi—?!

Ghost: Planted crops, went to the mines...

Ghost: (swipes through more pictures of them playing)

Soap: (stunned silence)

Ghost: Upgraded the house for the missus, made some town friends... (screenshots of more gameplay)

Soap: Wait—

Ghost: Even fishing. (shows a picture of him catching a legendary fish)

Ghost: The missus doesn't like fishing. (clicks his tongue) Caught them all though. (nods to himself)

Ghost: (smirks) Want to know why I'm telling you this?

Soap: (still stunned, but nods)

Ghost: Because nobody will believe you.

Ghost: (starts deleting all pictures in front of Soap)

Soap: (pained gasp)

Soap: Ye monster.

Footprints in the Sand

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All you’ve ever known is the loneliness and brutality that comes with spending your days on Casterly Rock in a family that is feared throughout the seven kingdoms. But what happens when an unlikely pair of lovers narrow their eyes on you and show you that an open heart is more important than the iron throne and love runs deeper than blood?

Pairing: Oberyn x Ellaria x Lannister!Reader Current WIP Word Count: 45,100 Rating: NC-17 / R - (Chapters with ** have smut/sex) typical canon violence, blood, sex, orgies, polyamory, death, torture, betrayal, etc. etc. 

Part One: Snakes Cannot Fly Part Two: A Proposition Part Three: Less Part Four: Breathe** Part Five: …Don’t** Part Six: Conquest Part Seven: River Part Eight: Young God** Part Nine: You Should See Me In a Crown Part Ten: Start a War Part Eleven: Dorne** Part Twelve: Hunger** Part Thirteen: A Dornish Lady** (Coming soon)

More to come…

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Mmmm 😍😍😍

oh WOW

I wholeheartedly agree

Please do not post anything about The Rise of Skywalker until atleast Saturday night. Do not ruin things for the rest of us that have not seen it. Spoilers will be shot on sight.

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an: very merry christmas to @drmsqnc and belated happy birthday~ I didn’t have much time at all but I still hope this makes you smile Vina~

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“I can’t believe you did this.”

Markus’ happy expression flattered slightly at your dull words.

“If you don’t like it—”

You almost shoved him. The fact that he even questioned whether or not you would like this was insane. Of course, you liked it—loved it, in fact, because it was truly that stunning.

“Don’t talk to me right now,” you said, turning towards him. His gaze was warm, but slightly worried, as it took in your expression. “Markus this—it’s incredible. How long did it take you?”

His expression smoothed with your words, a small grin twisting the corner of his full lips. A soft brush of his fingers registered against your cheek and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch, into the comforting warmth of his touch.

Markus was like the sun.

There was something about him that just pulled you in, drew your attention towards him. You could understand why androids followed him so willingly, why even humans listened to him and no one else but him. He was special, he had the charisma that you couldn’t quite escape or remain indifferent towards. You could understand all the androids that were willing to lay their lives down for him. Sometimes when he spoke, you felt like that too. Like you could follow him to the edge of the world without a second thought.

He was beautiful and warm and determined and—

He was too much. This was too much.

“It doesn’t matter how long it took,” he argued firmly but softly, and you rolled your eyes at his reply. “As long as you like it,” he added again, and you could read the self-cautious tilt to his words.

Your heart swelled at his worry—at his clear display of vulnerability. He was always self-assured and strong in front of everyone but you. When it was you two, he let his cast crumble away to dust. With you, he could just be himself.

“This is the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen Markus,” you told him and gave his large hand a reassuring squeeze. “I can’t believe this is supposed to be me. Are you sure—”

“Very,” he interrupted softly, and taking your hand in his brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss against it. “I wanted you to see yourself how I see you. Strong, smart, beautiful. I wanted you to know that I think you’re…incredible.”

Warmth bubbled in your chest and you turned your eyes away from his in clear show of embarrassment. How he could he say stuff like that with a straight face, you didn’t understand.

The portrait stood in front of you on a display. The colours were rich and beautiful; a delicate mix of reds, greens, yellows and oranges. The portrait was warm and earthy; almost ethereal in its wild beauty. It was a side profile that made you appear like some woodland nymph. If this is how Markus saw you…

“You need to be stopped,” you whispered weakly, shooting an irritated look his way when you heard him chuckle. It was a deep and warm sound, warming you despite the bitter cold outside. “I think I’m going to have words with Carl—”

He didn’t let you finish, tugging you slowly towards him, and kissing you softly. It was slow, gentle; with his arm curling around your waist and his lips pressing against yours with a passion that made your breath hitch. His embrace was a cocoon of safety and love, and you would not trade it for anything.

You pulled back first, desperate for breath as he grinned at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

“Merry Christmas, (Name).”