Cheese Is Disgusting.

Cheese is disgusting.

You can control white people by giving them cheese

I want to write a clone fanfiction. Does anyone have any suggestions on who and what i should write on? The good Captain Dinosaur? Or the numeral flirt? I don't know what to do.

God I love this gif of him. Look how handsome he is.

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This is Oreo, or as my sister likes to call him “Money Cat”. She has probably watched it a hundred times. I thought I share it with y’all. ENJOY!!!

Hello! Can you please write a Rex oneshot with the prompt "What a nice little sound, I think I’ll bite there again." and/or "I love it when you're rough"? You don't have to write it if you don't want to 😊 I hope you feel better soon!

Authors note: I love Rex too much, so I loved writing some smut out for you guys! I haven’t written too much smut so I am sorry if it isn’t that good. 

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Warnings: Smutty smut smut! 

The love of her life has been gone for two months, no private transmissions, no private messages, but she knew he was alive from the transmissions sent to the council by General Skywalker. With the transmissions Y/n saw him with his helmet off, she couldn’t stop admiring how handsome he was, along with how tired he was. So when the news arrived to her that General Skywalker and his battalion were returning to Coruscant she almost jumped up in excitement. Throughout the day Y/n did what she did nearly other day, but with a little excited jump in her steps, some of the others noticed, but she just blamed it on waking up well. They could be back any hour, and Y/n paid very close attention to the details of who was coming into the hangar bay. The day went on, and Y/n became much more tired and hopeless, thinking that they would be here by tomorrow, so she returned to her chambers. It seemed as if she only closed her eyes for a moment, but the sound of quiet knocking awoke her.

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They looked at their Jedi General. She couldn't have been more than 18. Her long brown curls fell down her back and over her shoulder, they could see the tears in her eyes as she read out the names of their fallen brothers. She handed the sergeants of the fallen a letter. In this letter she had wrote down at least one good memory she had of the fallen. She was unlike any Jedi they had seen. She cared for them in a way they didn't understand, she mourned for the men she lost.

Eria started to address them. "I am so sorry men. If I had only been a little bit faster, a little bit stronger. Maybe they would have survived. I'm sorry." Her voice cracked and she stopped a moment to regain her composer. "We fight for thoes who died for us. We fight so one day we will have to fight no more. I'm sure they are in a better place looking over us protecting us! We can mourn and cry but we can not lose sight of what we are fighting for! Are we going to let their deaths be in vain?" By this point her voice was loud and strong, all the times they had done this nothing like this had ever happened. But nevertheless they all shouted in unison, "No ma'am!"

She smiled at this. "Very good men. You are dismissed. Headshot can I see you?" Headshot walks up to her, "General Serenity?"

"I'm so sorry. All your batchmates didn't make it. So I made this one for espically for you. I'm so sorry. I should have been faster or stronger. I'm a failure."

"No your not General. You are the most kind, caring, and compassionate Jedi I have ever meet. And work your ass off to keep us all safe and we all thank you for that."

She just smiles lightly at him and whispers thank you. Before walking off to her quaters. As she walks in she looks in the mirror and hates what she sees. Unlike the other Jedi she wasn't thin. Her thighs where thick and she had a pudgy belly. She hated it. It made her feel like she couldn't protect her men. It made her feel helpless as she was surrounded by ripped people. Why couldn't she be like them? She started to cry as she walked away from the mirror.

She walked over to the bed and flopped on it. She looked at her walls. They where covered in letters, letters she couldn't give to a sargent or batchmates. She started to cry.