Weequay Rum – Chopper X Female!Reader

Me with my 600$ Craigslist self trained service dog, this is a first I’ve ever heard of all this. I have PTSD and a few other health conditions and my social workers and state worker who aids in getting people stare paid service dogs has never said anything about this. My girl didn’t need a certified trainer or any registration, she did need a state test at the end of her training but other than a doctors note stating why I need her she doesn’t need any papers

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After seven therapists, four psychiatrists, several antidepressants/other medications, multiple therapy methods, alternative medicines, changes in lifestyle, etc …. It’s become clear that I need special aid in order to have a better quality of life.

At the moment, my mom accompanies me everywhere. When she leaves home, I’m already stretched thin. And although her presence keeps me calm, she’s not very skilled at preventing attacks from happening, or de-escalating them if they do. The constant accompanying is a strain for her, as well.

My hope is that a service dog will provide me with a reliable grounding presence. It can be trained to provide tactiles like body pressure, mouthing, licks. It can smell my triggers, lead me to safe spaces, block a personal space bubble, find help if I need it, and bring me the daily calmness that everyone else enjoys. American law would allow me to bring my service dog to all public spaces, businesses, and during emergencies.

With a service dog, perhaps I can again walk five blocks to the cafe, and use public transport, attend parties and events, manage a full-time job, fly overseas to visit my family, and so much more. I want to get my life going again.

I’m asking for $5,500. A bred puppy (service dogs are trained from a young age, and good breeding is highly recommended) costs around $2,000, the estimated annual cost for a dog is $2,000, and the Owner Trainer Academy is $1,575.

With your help, I could fulfill my dreams within just a couple years! Any and all aid is greatly appreciated!

Okay but hear me out

Stephen lang as a live action slade Wilson

I think deathstroke deserves his own movie

Civilian: So, what do you do?

Fives: I hunt down werewolves.

Civilian: Uh... I don’t think those exist.

Fives: Have you ever seen one?

Civilian: Well no...

Fives: Yeah. You’re welcome.

I really want more Star Wars on my feed so if you post anything SW (SWR and The Clone Wars included) please reblog.

This the best shit I’ve ever heard

Rex, beyond pissed after finding out about palpatine’s betrayal and the damage he will cause to the republic and everyone he loves, busting into Palpatine’s office with Anakin’s stolen lightsaber on one hand and a loaded blaster on another: have you heard the tragedy of Darth Sidious the little bitch?

Rex, firing at him while Palpatine scrambles to his feet, too dumbfounded by Rex’s badassery to even form a sentence: it’s not a story the republic will tell you. You see, Sidius was a LITTLE BITCH-

*Palpatine jumps back with a startle as Rex slashes his desk in two with the lightsaber*

Rex: -and he got beat up to SHIT by a clone captain. Ironic. *kicks palpatine in the nuts* he never thought the army of men he created would be his demise.

Rex: *beheads palpatine with the lightsaber and shoots his head three times before it hits the ground*

Pete Davidson on REAL ONES with Jon Bernthal

bundle of joy | maul + savage

“Can you do Savage + Reader + Maul, where they find the accidentally got the reader pregnant, and how they would react and feel about the baby?”

darth maul 

maul sat on the throne of mandalore, savage at his side

he looked elegant, his black robes draped around his shoulders

your lover appeared regal

like a king

servants milled around, their eyes focused on you as you stepped before maul and his brother

immediately, maul’s eyes snapped up from the paperwork in his hands

“ah, (y/n),” he purred, “what brings you to my throne angel?”

you swallowed, clearing your throat, “maul, may i speak to you, in private?”

the zabrak could sense the shift in your aura

your anxiety radiating off of you in intense, thick, waves

“of course,” his voice softened, “everyone, i ask that you clear the room. now.”

“even me?” savage’s eyes narrowed

“yes even you,” maul swatted away his brother

savage grumbled, but lumbered out of the space, closing the doors behind him

the noise echoed through the vast room, silence arising 

“maul i’m pregnant,” the words came out, rapid fire as they fell from your tongue

“pregnant?” maul’s eyes widened, shock filling him to the brim

“yes maul,” tears brimmed your eyes 

you could feel his disbelief. his pure, utter shock. his lips were pursed, amber eyes widened, jaw slack. tears streamed down your cheeks, your face growing increasingly warm. 

“i’m sorry.”

maul approached you, slipping off of his throne, “angel, why would you be sorry?”

“because we both we trying to be so careful and-” you sniffled, in vain attempts to slow the tears. 

however, you were cut off by maul’s warm hands cupping your cheeks, love and adoration swimming in his amber depths as he locked eyes with you 

“(y/n), i love you. you are what keeps me grounded and sane through these tumultuous times. i promise you that i am not angry nor disappointed that you are carrying my child. why would i be furious when the woman i love more than anything is going to give birth to our sweet, beautiful child?” 

“i love you too, my handsome man,” you whispered, “do you think that it will hurt me?”

maul placed a hand on your abdomen, feeling for another heartbeat. you weren’t quite sure how far along you were, but within your soul, you just knew that you were pregnant. you could feel another attachment to your soul, growing by the second. 

“our little one is healthy,” maul’s lips curved into a wide, bright grin, “and very very content. i can feel its presence.” 

“do you know if it’s a boy or a girl?” you pouted, knowing that your lover might keep it a secret

“that is something i will never tell,” maul placed a tender kiss on your forehead, “but it will be a gorgeous child. it will take after their mother, without a doubt.”

“you’re going to be an excellent father,” you beamed, taking his hands intertwining your fingers with his, “i just know it.”

“and i will do everything in my power to ensure that my queen and my princess will be loved and protected. till my last dying breath.” 

savage oppress

you cooked dinner, humming a sweet melody as you mixed in a variety of herbs with the roasted nerf

a bowl of blackberries was beside you, as you would prepare those later for a special dessert

however, the way the water droplets glittered on the berries was a little too enticing 

you couldn’t help yourself, popping a few of the berries into your mouth

savoring the way the tart flavor tasted on your tongue

a pair of arms wrapped around you 

his head nuzzling into the crook of your neck

“you’re going to ruin your dinner if you keep eating love”

“i think i’ll be fine,” you snorted, “besides, lately i’ve been feeding two instead of one”

a gasp exited your throat as soon as you finished the statement 

he wasn’t supposed to know yet

at least, not until later 

about a month from now

savage’s hand gripped your wrist gently, spinning you around

his eyes were curious, eager

“did you just reveal a secret?”

a blush spread through your cheeks, 

“maybe a little secret.”

“a little secret?” savage couldn’t contain his excitement, his words rushing from his mouth

“okay,” you giggled, “i’m pregnant, savage.”

savage swept you off your feet, spinning your around

never in your life had you seen the zabrak so overjoyed

not since the day you got married

he was squealing with excitement, repeating 

“i’m going to be a dad! i’m going to be a dad! i’m going to be a dad!”

you couldn’t help but melt at the sight 

“i’m so glad you’re taking the news so well.”

“do you know what the gender is?” his eyes searched yours, gleaming with curiosity

“i don’t,” you shook your head

“well,” savage grinned, a wide, toothy grin, “we’ll find out the day it’s born, huh?” 

“we will,” you beamed

“i’m going to gather some wood and start building,” savage announced, puffing out his chest, “you finish dinner then stay off your feet, my love.”

“what are you gathering wood for?” you arched a brow, giggling 

“we’re going to need a crib aren’t we?” savage called, strolling out the door

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The way kim k was allowed to wear Marilyn Monroe’s dress to the met gala is so infuriating both from a fashion conservation standpoint and a historical standpoint. Marilyn Monroe came from absolutely nothing and was super smart and was an advocate for minority rights and was on the fucking government’s communist watchlist and kim k thinks she has the right to wear her dress? And not only that but rich people shouldn’t just be allowed to wear historical garments whenever they want. It damages a garment that should be preserved by experts in a museum instead. Fuck off get hit by a car dumb bitch