Just Wanted To Say That Nothing Makes Me More Happy Then Star Wars Return Of The Jedi Ending. I Just

Che Guevara

(Joseph Scherschel. 1959?)

My desires of flesh obey me, The lioness will enslave me

She-Wolf

Cryptic Writings Tour

Olympic Gymnastics Arena, Seoul, South Korea - November 14, 1998.

Ah I’m perfectly fine

This is just a little something my mind created after rewatching attack of the clones. Its the first meeting between one of my oc and Captain Rex, hope you enjoy!

Aftermath

Warnings: only injures, this is the start of a friendship

Word count: 336 (this is really short)

The fire finally ceased, the explosion stopped. Everything that was left to hear were the AT-TEs stopping and the injured gasping for the pain. Quinlan Vos had just finished patching up her padawan, who got herself a big scar on the nose thanks to a blaster shot who almost hit her in the face. The girl wasn't focused on getting herself patched up; all she wanted to do was run to the injured and help them, and her master knew that well; he knew about her constant need to help others. After placing a bacta patch on her nose, he nodded and smiled at her. "You can go, girl." The girl immediately jumped off of the gunship. Her eyes traveling the deserted surrounding of Geonosis until they fell on an injured man a few meters from her. She immediately ran to him. He was sitting against a rock and was holding his right and injured arm with his hand. She kneeled in front of him and took off his helme discovering his deep brown eyes, which made a great contrast with his blond hair. “What's your name?” She asked him as she took off the armor on his right arm. “I'm CT-7567, ma'am.” He answered, leaving the girl confused before she let out a small giggle, “Those are numbers, not a name.” The clone looked at her, surprised. “I'm a clone, ma'am. We only have identification numbers.” “A clone? This is a clone army?” The girl was a bit stunned; she heard some Jedi talking about a new army, but she didn't think it would've been an army of clones. The clone nodded, confirming the conclusion of the girl, and she smiled at him, “Numbers are for droids. You're a man, clone or not. You better choose a name for yourself, trooper.” The clone nodded with a small smile “And what's your name, ma'am?” “I'm Kayra, and don’t call me ma’am, I’m just seventeen.” She finally said, placing a bandage on the clone arm.

I saw Megadeath a while back. They put on a great show! My husband is a huge fan of them. I miss hair metal so much! Metal is not the same anymore, with the exception of a few bands.

I agree with everything you just said! Hopefully I’ll be able to go see them in June!!! I’m so happy!!

I agree on what you said about how metal is not the same as it was before. I’m a big fan of trash and heavy metal, sometimes I listen to some death metal. But over the years it just became “the heaviest it is the better” and I personally don’t like it… it’s almost like it’s not about music, drum/guitar/bass solo.. it’s seems it’s just about screaming and it’s kinda sad to me..

Have a good day sweetheart! (Or night, it’s currently 9.30 p.m. right now in Italy)🌸💕🌀

actually crying rn because i’m never gonna marry dave mustaine

The next person i see make the reader or OCs love interest call them “kid” is gonna get clocked in the face. That’s not something you say to your ROMANTIC love interest. Like how’re you gonna call them kid but also want to fuck? Explain that to me please. Because you say kid and i think youre my new father figure. You all need to be STOPPED.

I fucking need Dave fic!!! I read them all! I need moreeee!!!😭