The Three Incredible Men That Make Up The Mandalorian

Kingsman

*yawns* with Merlin

a/n: I'm sorry if it is terrible writing. Hope you like it anon-chan! ToT

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Being part of Kingsman may or may not be easy for you. Another day and another time of feeling haggard with sleepless nights to fill your days. It is all worth it for you can contribute some help in anway you can even if not everyone knows it.

You, (Y/n), are the lover of the best Hacker's (at least for you) Kingsman, agent Merlin. You never how it became the the two of you but it is all a bliss. A bliss that made both of you to be together in this relationship. It may not look that the two of you are together because in the eyes of people, you act normal but in the closed doors it is different yet so endearing.

The two of you are alone in the working station of the base at the night because paperworks. You may be expert at being part of Kingsman but not this.... work of labor.

"Ugh and done" you said in your exhausted form.

"Merl are you finished at your works?" you asked Merlin as you looked at him still busy doing some works in the computer.

"Not yet, love" Merlin replied tiredly with his sleepy eyes

"You know, my beloved? You can continue the work tomorrow right?" you suggestively said towards Merlin.

"I know but I rather not be-*yawns*" Merlin replied.

"Well I'm right, we should go home and rest" You replied holding hands with him as both of you went home.

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I am an artist who is not only broke but is in a third world country. I am barely surviving and have barely any money to get by.

you can and should throw rocks at AI “Artists” btw. its fun AND free

Lindsey Stirling — Shatter Me  {Sentence Starters}

“Shatter me.”

“Then, I’ll have to fly.”

“I pirouette in the dark.”

“I wouldn’t be so alone.”

“The world is spinning…”

“I’m scared of changing.”

“The days stay the same.”

“Somebody, shine a light.”

“So, cut me from the line.”

“Dizzy, spinning endlessly.”

“I’m frozen by the fear in me.”

“I see the stars through a mirror.”

“Somebody, make me feel alive.”

“If only the clockwork could speak…”

“If I break the glass, then I’ll have to fly.”

“The world is spinning, but only in gray.”

“There’s no one to catch me if I take a dive.”

“Somebody, make me feel alive and shatter me.” 

“Tired mechanical heart, beats ‘til the song disappears.”

“If only the clockwork could speak, I wouldn’t be so alone.”

“We’d burn every magnet and spring, and spiral into the unknown.”

Reasons Why The Mandalorian Is A Wonderful Show You Should Watch Or Rewatch Right Now:

Baby Yoda. Duh.

The other main character is a Soft Single Father who truly wants to do the right thing.

We cannot see him because he is covered head to toe, therefore his attractiveness is based on the non-toxic masculinity he exudes and not solely because of what he looks like.

He doesn’t talk much but it’s mostly because of isolation and being a reserved introvert and not because he wants to be a broody jerk.

He meets a woman who almost bests him in hand-to-hand combat and he immediately accepts her as his equal and gives her his respect.

She is not sexualized and is a badass who can hold her own while still being caring and loyal. She is a physically strong soldier who has depth and personality.

They interact like true friends, gently teasing and watching out for each other.

There are no stressful stupid love triangles or forced unnecessary romance.

Excellent character development that is neither rushed nor unbelievable.

The plots don’t have to be complex to be GOOD

Just this space cowboy and his little green kid roamin’ the galaxy, huntin’ bad guys and makin’ new friends.

Adventure, Adoption, and Ass-Kicking. The absolute best. This is everything I’ve ever wanted.

“Those poor boys”

“She deserves to be punished too.”

“I’m not saying I support rape, but-”

“Sorry to say - she deserved it.”

“She put herself in harm’s way”

“But if she was fingered, then that’s not rape.”

“She ruined their lives.”

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

Hallooo to everyone who been following this blog, I might share/write some arts and writings when there is time hopefully it will not get too tangled as my university will start online classes. Goodluck to me because I'm an arts student specifically painting, pray for my soul! I'm a bit behind due to my uni still processing my account huhu

Goodluck to everyone who are also gonna do online classes or doing anything else in this time of pandemic. Hope you all stay well even (barely) if there is alot chaotic sh*t and plenty of problems in real life. We will all get through this.. Stay safe everyone!

It was the one night V couldn't bring herself to argue with Jackie. This was their moment, it was meant to be greater than them.

Sometimes loving you makes me hurt myself more.

We all want happy endings in our lives, but how can we create a happy ending? Maybe it's time to ask ourselves what we really want in this life.

What makes you happy? What makes your heart flutter?

Start doing the things that make you happy. Something that will catch your interest.

This might fill the emptiness you're feeling right now.

Try to go out with your friends, watch your favorite movie.

Soul searching is a way of freeing your mind, your heart, your body, and your soul from all the things that aren't working for you right now.

Enough time will help you decide what you should do. Talk to your friend, seek company that will make you feel like home.

Friends will help you ease the pain but at the end of the day you have all the control in your life.

- A Letter found in Reception, Konpeki Plaza

This is just sad but it also has feels with soo many levels 😭

I really eat for platonic fics

Believe {Father John Price & Reader} [Angst, verbal Fight]

You loved your Dad. You really did. You may not know him, but you knew he was a good man, a soldier. But you don't remember a time where he was really there for you. One day, he sits at the table with you, asking you questions and all you can think of, is why?

A/N: I absolutely didn't base this off of a c.ai Bot I talked with. Absolutely not. Now cry like I have.

TW: yelling, family argument, ilugky crying, fighting, discussions about absent father, exactly that father trying his best, people saying things they don't mean or want to say, !!NO ABUSE!!

You had come home from college, when you already saw the strange truck in the driveway. It took a few minutes before you remembered it was his truck. You father was back. You weren't bothered, but it also didn't spark any real type of joy in you. Your keys jingling, you opened the front door, kicked off your shoes, threw your backpack next to them and looked for you mother to say hello.

You mother was in the living room, lounging on the couch, a thick arm around her shoulder, as you could see your father's head buried in her hair, slowly scratching his scalp. "Hey Mom." She didn't perk up like usually, her eyes only scanning you drowsily. It was kind off cute. She smiled, greeting you back softly, her voice a bit cracked. She had cried, but you didn't bother. Of course she did. "Hey John." You smiled at your father as well, even if it was a tad more blank than the one given to your mother. He noticed, if course he did.

Dinner was already done, so stalking into teh kitchen to serve yourself some food, there were a bunch of small candies strewn on the table. You recognized them. The tiny pinkish Bonbons wrapped in yellow, blue and green paper, a fancy font slapped onto it displaying it's name. You had eaten these a bunch when you were little. But you hadn't for about 10 years at that point. You sighed. It was a cute gesture, so you stuffed them in your pocket. One of your friends would eat them, it would be okay.

Finishing your dinner and putting away the plates, John accompanied you in the kitchen. "Hey, Mouse. How was school?" "Good." An awkward silence settled into the room. "Anything special happened?" "No." Another period of silence as he sat down at the table, in front of where you had been sitting. "I see you took the candy?" "I'll give it to a friend. I don't like them." He looked a bit confused. "I thought you liked them? You always lived them as a child." You sighed, taking your seat. "Exactly. I was a child. I don't like them anymore, too sugary sweet." You didn't know what he thought, not being able to read him like your mother.

"What uh... What have you been up to while I'm gone?" "Studying. I have a Job to earn some pocket money. Got new friends." "Are you dating anyone?" You shook your head. "Not interested right now. Maybe some day." He smiled. "That's good. Wanting to focus on your studies first." "I want to be there for Mom, that's all. If I get a partner, paired with the Job and my studies, I won't be able to be there for her. Don't want her to basically loose her only other family member." Your words struck John, his gaze flickering to your Mom still lounging on the couch.

"I-" he paused and sighed, scratching his neck. "I know I wasn't always there. But I have a few months off now, so we could... We could do something together. If you want." You shrugged. "Sure. Anything specific?" "I hoped you might have some suggestions." You chuckled. Of course. "Well. What do you like to do?" He pondered. He actually didn't really know. He usually stayed home, doing something fun like going to theme parks or taking the kids to teh ice cream parlour down the street. "I don't mind as long as we do something together. I really missed you two and we could do something together, I thought. As a family."

"That's sweet, John." You simply added. "Let Mom plan something, she's better at it than I am." Another round of silence brewed over them. "You stopped calling me Dad." Price stated, matter of factly and you flinched. You tried to avoid the subject. "Yeah." You paused. How would you let him know without sounding harsh? "I don't think it's right someone you don't know your father. It shouldn't be that way." Your words stung. They stung to actually admit, but they stung more to be heard by your father. You loved him, you did. But you just weren't sure if he really was your father. Biologically, yes. But he had never been there for you, or your Mom.

"I'm... Sorry. I'll try to make it up." "It's okay, you don't need to. You already lost my entire childhood, I don't think a few years more will matter." You mumbled, glancing at the table. You really didn't want to look at him right now. You were being honest, you remembered him always preaching to be honest to him and his Mom, so that they could always be honest with you. So you did just that. What would it do to hide your hurt? You could feel the way he had to digest your words. "I know I wasn't there in your life. But I would like to be. Please, Mouse. Let us.. talk. Tell me what you like, what you want, I'll get it."

You huffed. "I don't want anything money can buy. I want a father. A real one." Your words sounded harsher than they should have, tone sharp and accusatory. "Sorry, that's not... I just meant I don't need anything from you. Thank you though." He stared at you, you could feel your body heating up at his stare. Or was that your feeling of guilt making you feel this way? "I understand." was the last words spoken in the small room for a while. "I know I was absent. I promise you, I missed you all the time. I just wanted to hold you, see you grow up... I hated coming here with you having already achieved so many milestones. Milestones I couldn't witness, a baby that was mine, that I didn't raise sits in front of me as an adult. I know it's not supposed to be this way, and I really want to make it up. To get to know you. Please."

Your breath was shaky, as you looked out the window to the garden, tears starting to burn in your eyes. "I needed a father. Not a soldier that was never here." You muttered, you voice waivering slightly. "I know." He leaned forwards, putting his hands on yours. You pulled it backwards instinctively, regretting the action on the spot, as you saw his hand retract back, hesitantly, he spoke again: "I know it hurts." "Do you? Do you really?!" You felt your patience snap, something in you just telling you to scream at him, another part begging you not to, he was a poor man working his job and trying his best for you, he couldn't do anything against the fact that his best just wasn't enough. Startled, his eyes finally found yours, fury in your eyes as you stood up.

"Because I know how much it hurt watching you leave! Every single time, seeing your back as you got into the truck and disappeared for months! Do you know how it broke Mom?! I took care of her, when she was depressed, not being able to get out of bed because the thought struck her that you could be dead!" Your mother shuffled into the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed because of the commotion. Your voice was louder, even if you weren't shouting, it was simply slightly raised by your anger. "When she didn't know how to fix something in the house. I tried my best to look it up and do it myself! I did the heavy lifting, I was that one kid in school who only ever had her mother! They called her a whore, you know that?! I protected Mom, I protected myself! Because you weren't there, like you should have been!"

He seemed surprised, before his body slumped into itself. Exhaustion clear on his features. You felt pity, but you also felt you weren't done. You wanted to be down so bad. Why did everyone else get what they wanted but not you? "I'm sorry, I wish I could go back, do it all again, make different choices, but I can't. And I hope we can go forward together, Mouse. I don't want to loose you becaus eif my mistakes, little one. I know my Job isn't an excuse to not be there for you and your Mom, I..." He paused, taking a shaky breath. "I tried to protect you by keeping threats out of this country, people away from weapons they shouldn't have, and yet I failed to realise it was too far away for you. And I... I hope you can forgive me like your mother can, e-" "No, I can't!" You screamed, interrupting your father in his speech.

"I can't and I won't! How can I forgive a man I don't know?!" You started to cry, the sadness and disappointment mixing with you anger and simply becoming too much, as tears fell down your face and sobs and whines accompanied you. "The only one in this house that knows you is she!" Pointing towards your mother, Price didn't even need to follow you finger, the only other person in this house being her. "I know. I know. I want to get to know you, so please, calm down, sit, let us talk about ourselves. Please. I just want to be a father for you." "WELL YOU WON'T BE!" your mother gasped, John startled and you stopped in your track, knowing you went too far. You didn't even mean to say it, it just slipped out.

Grabbing a tissue, you pushed her stunned mother aside, making your way up the stairs to your room, as your crying became more violent. You heard your father scramble up in his seat as you were halfway up the stairs, his heavy feet booming on the floorboard, as he reached you when you were at the top of the stairs. "Please, Honey. I know it's a lot, but I really want to know you, I want you to know me, let us start a new beginning, please! I'll be there for you!" You turned towards him. "Until you have to leave again. I know your Job still comes first, John." "I won't let you down, I promise! I'll.. I'll find a way!" You huffed, your eyes gazing upwards to the ceiling, trying to hold back even more tears, even though they dropped anyways. "I know you won't."

"They will call and you will leave, and then we won't hear anything form you until you suddenly show back up. And then we'll have to talk to each other again! That's not how it's supposed to be! That's now how it should be! You should be here for me, and I know this is selfish and rude and mean, but I just wanted a normal family!" John shook, you could see tears forming in his eyes, as he realized the pain he actually caused you. "I'm sorry I failed you." "It's okay." Your voice sounded oddly at peace then. "I stopped believing in you a long time ago." You entered your room, locking it, as you pushed your back to the door, falling to the ground. For a few seconds you could controll yourself, before your son's, cries, whails and whimpers were unconfined escaping your mouth. You just wanted to scream, punch, run. You loved him. He was your father, so why did it hurt this much?

John, on the other hand. Stood frozen, tears catching in his muttonchops, as he stared at your closed door, posters decorating it he had never seen before, drawings and pictures of friends he didn't know. He had gone wrong so many times, why, oh why didn't he realize it sooner?