Goro (pointing At Motaro): Is There No Way We Can Get Rid Of Him?

The Child trying to sneak a glance under Din’s helmet THE MANDALORIAN | 2.04

QOT MC: What language do you guys think Vivienne thinks in?

Remy: Maybe French?

Jett: Probably English.

Nikolai: It's obviously Mandarin.

Zoe: Bold of you to assume she thinks.

Neither will I...

i will simply never get over the burning of the library of alexandria

‘I’M JUST A KID AND LIFE IS A NIGHTMARE’ i scream at the age of 23 as i’m forced to make adult phonecalls

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.

I can so see this happening to me, though I'd probably have it with my brother.

After watching a video of Pedro Pascal I said “I would let that man break my spine in half”

Without looking up from her iPod my mother asked me what was wrong with me.

I aM tHiRsTy MoThEr

how hollywood works

producer: oh pedro pascal is in your movie? 

director: yes 

producer: ok tomorrow we’ll cast his son then 

Pedro and Baby Yoda being too cute for words ♡

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

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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