did it change again

“Master Obi-Wan…”

Obi-Wan raised a hand, interrupting Kanan’s words. “Please. I am no longer your master. The Jedi Order has ended. Just call me… Ben.”

Kanan nodded. “Alright, Ben. But the Jedi Order has not ended. I am still alive. Ezra, my Padawan, is still alive.”

Ben fell silent for a moment. He picked up a small branch, and threw it into the campfire.

“It has ended, Kanan,” the old Jedi replied after taking a deep breath. “It ended when we joined the Clone Wars. Now, it is no more than just a legend. A history. Being rewritten by the victor.”

The two Jedi sat there in silence.

“It is good that you keep the Order’s tradition alive. But that time has passed, Kanan. And,” Obi-Wan glanced at a green female Twi'lek approaching them. “I see you have even started to set down a new tradition.”

Without turning around, Kanan ‘saw’ Hera approaching, through the Force. “I… I may have violated–”

Obi-Wan raised his hand again, “As I just said, that time has passed. We had been so insistent on trying to keep the purity of the light, we boxed the light instead and casted a shadow of darkness to the galaxy. It is now up to you to write a new chapter. A balanced one, to allow the light to shine throughout the universe.”

“Kanan, we have to go,” Hera’s sweet voice, the thing that first caused the younger Jedi to fall head over heels, ring beautifully in Kanan’s ears.

Kanan and Obi-Wan rose, and shook hands. “Thank you, Ben. I hope I can live up to your expectations.”

“May the Force be with you,” Obi-Wan offered.

As the old hermit watched Kanan and Hera left for the Phantom II, he whispered, “And may the Force kept you from doing the same mistake I did…”

Obi-Wan sat down again. Though he understood he couldn’t change the past, he sometimes still wished he could go back and say, “I love you, Satine, and I’ll be with you until death do us part.”

Not My Season

Spencer Reid x Reader - Friendship/comfort. Kind of?

“You want me…. to come….” Spencer’s words trailed off, unsure he’d heard his best correctly the first time around.

“To the abortion clinic. Tomorrow.” Y/N was sullen, seeing the shock on his face had made it all seem real. The judgement she was so scared of facing briefly crossing his face before he managed to check it. She’d been planning on going alone until an hour ago when she’d been reading support forums. They all said the same thing, the same thing the nurse and the counsellor had told her at her first appointment. To bring someone for support if she could. So she’d turned to her best friend, turned up on his doorstep with a request, blurting it out before she lost the nerve.

“Who’s…. Who’s….” again his words trailed off, making her completely regret this.

“Forrester’s,” she replied naming an agent from the New York office that up until recently she’d been seeing. She expected the next question before it even left his mouth.

“Does he know?”

“No,” Y/N shook her head, watching Spencer’s expression change again. “And even if he did, it wouldn’t change my decision.”

“Y/N, that’s someone else’s child inside your body. You can’t just….” he stopped, suddenly seeming to realise how he sounded. And she got it, she understood. She knew Spencer wanted children of his own but didn’t think he’d ever be in a position to be able to have them. She knew what he was thinking right now but she’d hoped that he’d have been able to push that aside to be able to support her.

“Spencer I can. And I’m going to. Not because I hate Forrester for breaking up with me or anything like that. This isn’t to spite him. I just can’t do this right now.”

“I could help you!” He looked at her with a gleam of hope in his eyes, almost pleading with her to change her mind. “I could support you. We spend enough time together and I know we’d make great….”

“No!” Y/N interrupted his desperate flow of words. “I know that I’d have all the support in the world but I just don’t want this. The timing isn’t right for me. I don’t want to take a break from my career, I don’t want to give up everything I’ve been working towards. This is isn’t a snap decision for the me. I’ve thought long and hard and considered all my options. This is my body, it’s my life and it’s my choice. I want kids Spencer, some day. But not now. It’s not what I want.”

“But… ”

“If I had a child right now, I’d love it yes. I’d take care of it and I’m sure I’d be a great mom. But there would always be that part of me that resented it. Because this isn’t right for me now. I don’t want to bring a child into this world that isn’t 100 percent wanted. So please don’t make me feel guilty about my decision. I came over tonight because I was hoping for support tomorrow. Not judgement, not you trying to change my mind. Because it can’t be changed. You’re my best friend and I need you right now. Will you come with me?”

She looked at him, her resolve set. And then in the tiniest flicker of his eyes she saw that his was too.

“Y/N… I can’t. I don’t think you should do this.”

With a sad expression on her face she nodded, turning on her heels and leaving his apartment.

She hated this. From the moment she’d walked through the door she just wanted to leave.

Not because she was changing her mind or regretting her decision, but because of the almost accusing looks she received from the other women in the waiting room. So much for sisterhood.

She couldn’t understand it at first, they were all here for the same reason. And then when the next woman entered the room, giving her name at the desk, Y/N suddenly did understand it completely. Because she stared too. It was inane curiosity, simply wondering what had bought them to this room. What had made someone consider this option?

Y/N knew her own reasons, her own story. But she knew that like every other woman in this room she was questioning what the others story was too. Was it something horrifically tragic? Were they just not ready? Were they going to be one of the percentage of people that climbed up onto the bed, and then ran kicking and screaming from the room, being unable to go to through with it and resigning themselves to a different fate.

The door opened again and everyone looked to see who the new arrival was, perhaps to start mentally making up a back story for this new person, to maybe try to make themselves feel better about their predicament. Or maybe to just distract themselves.

It wasn’t a woman this time, it was a man. An extremely tired looking man with ridiculously messy hair. He scanned the waiting room spotting her immediately and making his way over, and despite herself, Y/N smiled.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Spencer said as he reached her. She patted the plastic chair next to her and he slid into it.

“It’s okay,” she told him.

“I was stupid, and judgemental. And literally the worst friend ever. Everything you said was right and I was so very….. ”

“Spencer, it’s okay.” Because it was, it really was. He was here now and that was what mattered. He had come through for her.

anonymous asked:

iris with that gun... what if she became a detective. she was one on another earth. would be cool but then i guess the paper wouldnt make sense if she quit. welp

remember she wanted to become one but joe didn’t allow it? so she did journalism instead. and yeah i guess the byline would change AGAIN lol. but she will still end up marrying barry regardless of that. 

headband tae??? CAN I GET A HELL YEAH

(ref cr. mbc)


…the world cracked open.


That’s definitely not the first thing that should have come to mind, Kuroo

(tho it looks like no one really minds

aside from bokuto that is)

Did you change or Did I change?
Min-Park Yoonmin
Did you change or Did I change?

CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS? I mean it already killed me in Korean but this- 

The only thing I can think about is Yoonmin sitting across each other in the recording booth, looking at each other with loving expressions printed on their faces while they practice singing it together. 

And like, Yoongi would be losing his breath because Jimin’s voice (well actually Jimin in general) is in fact breathtaking, and they’d have to start all over again because Yoongi can’t get his sh*t together and its all his husband’s Jimin’s fault. 

I’m good. I’m done.  

@mashirondividing​ said:  Hey I was just wondering, my birthday just passed (8th of dec) and I had meant to follow you, but this might be a big ask or anything, it’s okay if you can’t really!! could you maybe draw a birthday Kuroo for me it’s really okay if not

Ayyyyyy I’m always happy to draw Kuroo, so why not! I hope you had a great birthday! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

The Eternal Problem: A Meditation on Mortality in Sherlock S4

When asked about S4 during the promotional lead-up, Moftiss repeatedly said this new series would be about one thing: consequences.  Now that we stand on the other side of S4, what do we think they meant?  It obviously wasn’t legal consequences for shooting Magnussen, or physical consequences of overdosing on drugs.   

In this meta, I argue that TAB and S4 are above all about the moral, metaphysical, and narrative consequences of Sherlock faking his death during the Reichenbach Fall—an act which continues to reverberate through the story two series later, both for the characters and, significantly, for the writers.

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I was in a really good mood yesterday and ended up continuing my unofficial Clones and Babies series. Just a lot of good feels everywhere.

I like the idea of Wolffe being gruff and intimidating with other people but when it comes to his baby, he is a softie. His baby gets really fascinated with his eye and likes trying to touch it and his scar.

Probably one of the few times people actually see him smile in public.

anonymous asked:

Is it me, or did the art style change again? If so this is the third time by my count.

Art styles change as the artist learns and grows. It’s a slow gradual change and doesn’t happen all at once….

I feel like I’ve finally settled into a good style for Frisk now. They’re much cuter now than when I started.



LSW Stage Play Cast Appreciation:
     Doi Kazumi (Munakata Reisi’s actor)

littleamericanduck  asked:

Ennoshita's "do it for Daichi" shirt is the best thing I've ever seen

it’s all fun and games until daichi sees him wearing the shirt and ennoshita decides to avoid him for an entire week


“Please come back to Earth, and report to my elder brother in front of his grave with me. Report to him… that we protected Edo… Cause if you don’t, I’ll never forgive you.”