Anyone Else Notice That Spn Is Ending Exactly 10 Years Later Than It Was Supposed To?

Roach in Las Almas what will he do

The target I work at has a skeleton that’s been our mascot. His name is Mr. Bones. We pose him every night.

Then we gave him a jacket and let him fold clothes

And then we let him get a nice drink at Starbucks

Sometimes work can be too hard on him

Everyone, especially our guests, love Mr. Bones and take pictures with/of him. I will keep everyone updated on his adventures

LISTEN, I WILL DIE ON THE HILL OF STANNING MACE WINDU AS AN AMAZING JEDI. I love that each Jedi is amazing for themselves, that each one is the best Jedi they can be, that being a True Jedi is about what that means for them themselves, but if you asked me to point to a Jedi that embodies so much of their philosophy and compassion and all the best of them?  Mace Windu is on that list in a heartbeat. Mace was a stern-face person, yes, but he cared very deeply about the Jedi Order and about the people around him.

Look at his face, as he’s worried about Yoda!  THAT IS SOMEONE WHO CARES DEEPLY. He also cared about standing up for the last Zillo beast in existence, even when he knew that there wasn’t much chance he could do anything.

He also cared about protecting and saving the clones around him.

He also cared about Anakin–he defends him to Obi-Wan in the Attack of the Clones deleted scenes, telling Obi-Wan to trust him.  He banters with Anakin while overseeing the cadets in The Clone Wars.  He believes Anakin immediately in Revenge of the Sith, even after Anakin accepted Palpatine’s nepotism.  He tells Anakin to stay back when they go to arrest Palpatine because he’s protecting Anakin. Even when Anakin was being kind of a shit when he wasn’t granted the unearned rank of Master (and had just accepted Palpatine putting him onto the Council, rather than earning it himself), Mace is never more than mildly stern with him at most.  Frankly, Anakin deserved a lot more than someone being mildly stern at him (he may not have asked for Palpatine to put him on the Council, but he accepted it and then was upset when he wasn’t granted the rank of Master, yeah, no shit Mace told him to take a seat). He cared about Prosset Dibs, who tried to murder him because he was falling to the dark side, and Mace turned around and said Prosset was as much a victim of this war as anyone, that he shouldn’t be faulted for it, that it was their duty to bring him back to the light.  They sent him to work in the Archives, where he was presumably free to continue to make his own choices.

He advocated for leniency and rehabilitation for Boba Fett, rather than having him sent to prison as a child, even though he was ignored. He struggled with the Jedi being drafted into the war, because they weren’t meant to be soldiers in this way, but the Republic seemed to need them, people were going to die if the Jedi didn’t step up to help, and yet Mace still clearly struggled with this decision because there were no easy answers and he cared deeply.

THAT IS NOT THE FACE OF SOMEONE WHO DOESN’T CARE. Mace also has his softer moments, look at his gentle warmth with the young Twi’lek girl from Star Wars Adventures:

He had a fun side–he was a theater actor and I would have paid CASH MONEY to see that!

He and Yoda had an absolute JOY of a friendship–that conversation they have about what Queen Julia sees in Jar Jar just reeks of two old friends who have spent decades ribbing each other. Or look at the gif above where Mace is deeply worried about Yoda! Or  ANY TIME THEY SIDE EYE EACH OTHER. THEY ARE SO MUCH FUN.

Mace was also incredibly patient with Jar Jar–yes, he expressed some frustration at times (but literally everyone does with Jar Jar, from Qui-Gon to Obi-Wan to Padme to Bail, he takes time to grow on you), but he warmed up quickly to Jar Jar and was so gently warm with him by the end, when Jar Jar says they make a great team, the respect and affection in Mace’s voice when he says, “Indeed.” is plain to hear. And that’s not to say Mace was perfect, he absolutely had to struggle to get to where he is, and that’s one of the reasons I admire his character so much. He wasn’t born with his cool and calm demeanor, he had fire and anger inside of him–

Because he cared–he was angry at what was happening on Mathas, to its people, the way they were being scammed by a conman pretending to be a Jedi, he was angry about the misuse of the name of the Jedi, and that was something he genuinely had to work on. Cyslin Myr says, “A fire burns inside you, Padawan.  That, in itself, is not inherently wrong.  It is my job to help you temper it.  This is why I chose you to accompany me on missions.”

Because Mace’s heart hangs heavy to see the suffering of these people, he’s angry that they’re hurting this way, and he has to temper those feelings. Mace Windu is not an angry man, not because he is unfamiliar with anger, but because he has faced himself and strengthened himself and tempered himself, through his faith, through his religion, through his culture, through his connections to others, through his self-reflection, through his Jedi beliefs. Mace is a character whom I love dearly because he’s so much of what I admire about how he’s defined himself, how much he cares about those around him, how he continued to offer compassion even when he knew it was futile, whether it was fighting for the Zillo beast or Boba or offering battle droids a better path, Mace Windu believed in the ideals of the Jedi Order and was true to his faith. MACE WINDU WAS AN INCREDIBLE JEDI AND AN INCREDIBLE PERSON. AND ALSO THE CUTEST BB YOU HAVE EVER SEEN OH MY GOD:

Across the Way

Chapter One: New Places, New Faces

Ao3

MDNI

Pairing: Ghoap x fem!plus size!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: You go to Scotland with high hopes for your future. After all, you have the bakery you always dreamed of and a whole new life to live, but after a chance meeting with a very pretty man and his service dog, a new element is thrown into that life that you never saw coming.

Johnny stirs awake with a grunt as Riley’s wet nose bumps against his hand. There’s a very slight ache behind his eyes - the kind that marks an oncoming migraine. He groans, not wanting to open them to the invasive sunlight that will inevitably make it worse. Then again, that’s the only way he can get any preemptive pain medication in his system. He still makes a noise of complaint when he finally peels back his lids.

“Feelin’ alright?” Simon rumbles, setting a glass on the nightstand along with two little pain pills. How he’s able to tell what kind of morning Johnny’s having before even he can is a true mystery.

Johnny just grunts back, rolling onto his side to grab his hearing aid out of the nightstand drawer. Normally he wouldn’t bother with putting it on with a possibly impending migraine, but he figures he can chance it. They’ve been lessening in the past few months. Somewhat.

“Plans for the day?” Simon asks as he pulls on one of his work shirts. “Up for coming to the shop?”

The little clock beside him blinks out five in the morning. Even after being retired for nearly three years, neither of them can manage to sleep in late whether they have to be up or not. “Gonnae take Riley out tae the park. Might drop by.”

“Don’t push yourself too hard.”

“Me? Never.” Johnny flashes his husband a grin.

Simon just rolls his eyes in response. The rest of their morning is quiet, as most are when Johnny isn’t up for talking. It’s a comfortable silence, one they both came to appreciate long before this current chapter in their lives. One that developed on cots and in tents and the wreckage of war zones.

It’s just how they are.

Being essentially a stay at home husband was not how Johnny pictures his thirties. Being disabled was not how he pictured… any of it. He thought he’d be up for Lieutenant by now. Thought Simon would have taken over as Captain of the 141. He’s learned not to be bitter about it (with Simon’s and some professional help).

He can’t complain too much. He’s alive. He gets to be with his family. With Simon. With Riley in this run down dog park throwing around a ball that she dutifully chases and brings back with the pride of a great hunter bringing home a prized beast. He gets to go home to a place that is truly his, with a big comfortable bed and a man he fought tooth and nail to fill it with.

It’s a small life but he’s learned that small doesn’t mean unimportant.

Christ who knew turning thirty would make him a damn philosopher.

“Alright, lassie, time tae go.” Johnny crouches to shuffle Riley’s harness and leash back on. He knees pop and his back protests the movement. It’s a mercy that they were able to get such a lovely service dog. She’s such a good pup, always at the ready and happy to obey.

Except now, as she begins to tug insistently at her leash with her full weight - or at least as much as she can use without hurting him. It isn’t like her. He clicks and commands her to heel. She tugs harder and whines. It isn’t an alert that he knows - maybe it’s one that they don’t need often? He lets go of the leash, following as she quickly jogs away.

He circles a few bushes in pursuit, coming to face one of the large trees on the outer edge of the park. There’s a girl leaned on it, breath coming in and out heavy. She starts to slip forward a bit before Riley props her up, stabalizing the girl in much the same way she does Johnny when he gets faint. He speeds up his steps, holding out his hands on either side of the girl in case she falls.

“Aren’t you a good girl?” She coos at Riley quietly. American. Huh. He watches the girl dig in her pocket for something, eventually pulling out what looks like a to-go salt packet. She tears it open, throwing it back like a shot.

“Ye a’right?” Johnny asks, tilting his head.

She nods and takes a long, deep breath. “Sorry, I have a…thing.” She waves her hand around her head, straightening up and turning to face him. She’s cute. Insanely cute - with big eyes and soft body. Lovely curves from head to toe. Johnny may be a married man but that doesn’t mean he can’t apprecaite a little, right?

“Donnae apologize. I’ve got a thing, tae.” Johnny grins and points to the scar on his head where his hair never quite grew back.

She gives him a soft smile. “Well, you’ve got a good dog. I’ve never had one alert like that.”

“Aye, she was tuggin’ hard. Must’ve been a pretty bad spell. Ye sure yer okay?”

“Yeah.” Her braided hair falls about her shoulders. “Just didn’t eat enough before I went for a walk and then I stood up too quickly…”

“Och, standin’, my age old enemy.”

She giggles quietly, pressing her fingers over her lips to cover them. It’s pretty, the way her round face gets even rounder with her smile.

“Johnny.” He holds out a hand, flashing his most charming smile he can muster. It’s a little more tired these days - the corners of his eyes crinkle more than they used to. The girl takes his hand, so soft and warm and small in his, and breathes out her name quietly. Almost bashfully. So cute.

Unfortunately his phone chimes, interrupting the moment before he can ask her more.

“I should be off, ye sure yer okay?” Johnny lets his eyes take over her, not just her body but also checking that she is, in fact, okay. Her eyes seem clear, stance steady, not too pale or too flushed. He’s no medic but he’d say she’s going to be fine.

“Yeah, yeah. Thank you.” She crouches slightly, slowly moving to look at Riley. “And thank *you* ma’am.”

Johnny watches her walk away, pausing to make sure she doesn’t stumble. He’s not sure what compels him - maybe it’s the solider in him still wanting to watch for the safety of those around him. It definitely doesn’t have anything to do with the way her wide hips sway as she makes her way down the path.

Johnny can’t stop smiling as he makes his way to the shop for some reason. It wasn’t even all that impressive of an interaction, but something about it really warmed his heart. Maybe it was just meeting someone else with a *thing*, as she put it. There really isn’t anyone else in his life who needs as much support as him - certainly not many adults in this small town who need assistance on the whole. It’s rare to meet someone who gets it, however briefly.

“Wot’s got you so chipper?” Simon quirks an eyebrow as he enters.

The door bell chimes above his head. Riley trots off from Johnny’s side to her designated bed in the corner of the shop. Away from the food but close enough that she could easily get wherever Johnny might be. One of the regulars even made a plaque for her that his Da screwed on the wall.

“Met a nice lass today in the park.” He shrugs. “Pretty little thing.”

“Ah, your great-aunt’s prayin’ finally do you in?” Simon chuckles as Johnny ducks behind the counter to rest a hand on the small of his back.

“Aye, finally realized I should turn tae a life of lassies an’ biarns. Yer great arse has no power over me now, foul demon.”

Simon chuckles. There’s something about it that always does Johnny in. A low rumble he can feel in his very bones. “Glad to see you’re feelin’ better.”

Johnny hums. “The warm weather helps, fer whatever reason.”

“Good. You see the shop across the street?”

Johnny turns, looking out their front window. The construction has been going on for a few months - various workers milling in and out. Neither he nor Simon could figure out what they were putting in until small signs were put across the windows announcing the new location to be The Honey Bun Bakery with an opening date at the bottom. A bit cutesy for their taste, but a new bakery in town is exciting. The last one closed because the owners got too old and had no one to take over. His mother has been buzzing about it since the signs were first put up.

The biggest mystery is the owner. No one has seen hide nor hair of whoever owns the place. There were movers taking things into the attached apartment on the floor above about a week ago, but no one has actually seen the resident. He or she is a ghost. Gossip has filled the town, of course. Especially among the older folks. That’s another thing his mother has been fluttering about.

“Already opening day, eh?”

“Yep.”

“We should check it out, then.”

Simon hums. “We’ll go after the morning rush if you’re up for it, hm?”

“Aye.”

“Johnny?” The shorter man jumps as Simon’s hands rest on his waist. He’ll never get over the intensity of Simon’s eyes. For a man who keeps his emotions locked in the deepest parts of him, he sure carries a lot of it in those pretty dark pools.

“Aye?” The word comes out breathier than he means it to.

“You look sunburnt.”

Johnny barks out a laugh, half-heartedly shoving his husband off. “An’ here I thought ye were gonnae say somethin’ romantic.”

“You know me better than that.” Simon’s eyes crinkle in the corners with a smile as he pulls the mask to the side, pressing a kiss to Johnny’s lips.

You may or may not have slept exactly 3.46 hours last night. It’s not your fault, really. Today’s your first day. Your first real day of your new life and your new career. Years of prayers and months upon months of planning, waiting, crying, and straining have finally come to a head. You’re in Scotland, your bakery is constructed, all that’s left is to actually bake.

And sell, of course, but you try your hardest not to think about that part or you might throw up. Again.

You curse the time it takes you to shower, carefully acclimating to the heat of the shower and sitting in your little plastic seat. You want to run, to act like the a whirlwind you feel in your head. You can’t, though, it’s not worth possibly ruining the most important day in your life just because you were impatient and passed out. At least you finally got your medication situation figured out before coming over here - the perfect little cocktail sitting on the corner of your dresser.

Your hands tremble a bit as you open up one of the cardboard boxes still sitting in your living room. You’d picked out a special outfit for your first real day of owning your own business months ago - one you made sure would be here with you on opening day. Really, it isn’t anything special - just a pair of black gingham trousers and a black cotton t-shirt along with your well-loved non-slip shoes. It’s yours though, and it perfectly matches your specially embroidered apron with your little logo on the front, center pocket. It’s yours. All yours. It’s a reminder that you’re here. You made it out.

You had already done a good bit of the work the day before - putting together your doughs and shaping up pastries to proof overnight in the fridge. Now all that’s left is to actually bake them and put them out. The smell wafts through the building, covering any left over scents of paint or construction work. It feels real. Grounding. You’re here and you can feel, smell, even taste it.

You expected a few customers. Not much. High hopes and low expectations. Just a couple people here and there that noticed the new shop coming to town and were curious about it. You’d advertised as well as you could from across the pond. Maybe a little rush around the late morning when people are usually out for brunch and shopping at most.

You did not expect a constant stream from the moment you propped the door open until the late afternoon. These Scots run you fucking ragged. A constant flux of in and out, all day. All them wanting to chat, as well.

“Oh, American! Whit part are ye from?”

“Yer sae young! Just a wee bairn!”

“So nice havin’ a bakery again, aye?”

“Urr ye merrit? Ah hae a son-“

You regret not buying that coffee machine for the back room.

Just as you’re stacking display baskets to take to the back to wash up the door chimes behind you. Here you thought you were finally done for the day. You sigh. “Sorry, hun, I’m pretty much out of everyth-”

“Ye!” You whirl, only to meet those same bright blue eyes from the day before.

“Johnny!” You squeak, eyes wide.

“Why dinnae ye mention the shop?” The man grins wide - the same as the day before. Sparkling and bright and far, far more pretty than you’re prepared to deal with. His hair is neater today - not ragged from exercise with his service dog who currently sits politely by his feet.

“Ah, was little light headed. Wasn’t thinking straight.” You shrug.

“Speaking of, how’s yer thing?” He waves a hand about his head the same way you did the day prior. It’s cute how invested he seems to be, genuinely asking if you’re alright. The man looming behind him watches silently.

“Oh, I’m alright. Finer than the hair on a toad split four ways.” You grin.

The man behind him furrows his brow slightly at the expression, but doesn’t offer a word. He’s tall. Wide too and dressed in all black with long sleeves despite the warm, spring weather. His hair is buzzed neatly. There’s a severity to him only emphasized by the scar splitting his brow and the small chip missing from his ear.

“Och, this is my husband Simon.” Jihnny steps to the side and gestures toward the brooding figure behind him. “We own the butcher shop across the street.”

“No shit!” You can’t help but smile ear to ear, holding out your hand. They seem so sweet. “Well, it’s very nice to meet you. Glad to have such nice neighbors.”

Simon shakes your hand a single time curtly before stepping back behind Johnny. The severity in his dark eyes softens whenever he glances toward the other man. Cute.

“We wanted tae come see whit ye’ve got.”

“I haven’t got much left…” You tap your chin and rest a hand on your hip, wanting to rectify the dip of disappointment in the pretty man’s brow. “Oh! I’ve got a sourdough in the back. One sec!”

You skitter off, paying little mind to how silly you must look practically prancing toward the back room. Originally, you’d planned to save this for yourself tonight as a job-well-done treat but it feels more gratifying to give it to your new neighbors. Hopefully they like it - maybe you can finally make some friends for the first time in… ever really.

“How much fer it?”

“On the house. We’re neighbors now, yeah? First ones free.” You grin, wrapping it extra nicely in some brown paper packaging.

“Thank ye, bonnie.” Johnny cradles the loaf so carefully you almost laugh - as if he’s afraid too much pressure will completely ruin it. Like he’s holding a precious treasure. “We’ll leave ye alone tae close but we’ll see ye around, aye?”

“Course.” You nod, waving after them and they exit. You can see the big blonde, Simon, turn to Johnny to say something but it’s impossible to hear them or tell from their lips as they cross the street back to their butcher shop. They link hands, fingers intertwining with long practiced grace, and something in your throat constricts.

What’s it like, you wonder, to have a love like that?

Pedro Pascal Characters reacting to the ‘I want a baby’ text

PSA: I’m sure I’m not the first person to do this with Pedro characters, this is just my take on it :)

Ezra Prospect

Frankie Morales

Javier Peña

Jack Daniels

Marcus Pike

Marcus Moreno

Din Djarin

Max Phillips

the japanese “-ne?” particle and the british slang term “innit” serve the same function

Mmmm 😍😍😍

oh WOW

You are my sunshine,

My only sunshine.

You make me happy,

When skies are gray.

You’ll never know, dear,

How much I love you.

Please don’t take my sunshine away…

Call an ambulance! ! ! ambulance!!!!!!!