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I have like twelve inappropriate jokes that I’m not gonna say. - Chris Evans

Except for the few, adorable moments he dedicated to kids, he walked that red carpet as if there was fire burning under his feet. Of all people, he had Simon Jones attached to his hip the entire time and that was only part of the horrible company he had to endure throughout the evening. And yet no Danielle, who’d be always so very willing, alongside him. Beautiful, but tense, dedicated to nicest fans but mostly detached, he might have nothing to promote but a dubious girl band project coming up and yet he could have made a good use of such a fitting opportunity to bask a bit in the spotlight, get a little more attention, spread his enthusiasm about his personal and professional moves. Instead he ran faster than Forrest Gump, chose not to discuss anything of what is publicly associated with him at the moment. Why? Is he as private and shy as Danielle shielding the wrong side of her face from the mean mean paps? 

One day it’ll end, but today isn’t obviously that day. And calling that a happy, free, willing Louis is like attending a Donald Trump convention and judging him a wise, competent, upright person.

May I Present Master Jinn?

Previously on Tano and Kenobi…

Ahsoka Tano stood before the Jedi Order and pleaded her case. In spite of suspicion and doubt cast on her by none other that Masters Ki-Adi-Mundi and Sifo Dyas, Grand Master Yoda managed to convince the Council to accept Ahsoka back into the fold. Finally, Ahsoka Tano has become a Jedi Knight and now it’s time for the real work to get started…

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The Jedi Council broke up for lunch after meeting with Ahsoka as some gave her suspicious looks but a few came over to personally welcome her.

“I am always happy to see a fellow Togruta join our Order,” Shaak Ti smiled, reaching out to touch Ahsoka’s shoulder.

Ahsoka nodded her thanks in return. “It’s good to be back, Master Ti,” she said, surprised at such a warm welcome. “I was gone for far too long.”

“Grief can cloud our judgement,” Shaak Ti agreed, squeezing her shoulder before she took her leave.

Yoda hummed thoughtfully as he stood at Ahsoka’s side. “Wise and kind, Master Ti is. Know her, do you?”

Ahsoka’s expression was wry and amused as she glanced down at Yoda. “Yes. I looked up to her when I was a padawan.”

Chuckling to himself, Yoda gestured for Ahsoka to follow him out of the Council Room. “Come, come! Test your navigation skills, I will. Find the great hall and lunch, we shall.”

“Knight Tano!” a voice filtered through a rebreather called out, and Ahsoka froze, her heart clenched tight in her chest.

Master Plo!

Turning around, Ahsoka tried to control her emotions, to tamp down on her overwhelming joy at seeing one of her favorite Jedi alive again. It had been difficult to hold back the tears before the meeting but now that he was walking towards her, now that she was older and taller than the last time she saw him, all the years apart hit her at once and it took all her control to stay standing.

“Master Plo Koon,” Ahsoka said, bowing and hoping she didn’t sound as emotional as she felt. “My master spoke very highly of you.”

“How unfortunate I was never able to meet this… Master Skywalker,” Plo Koon said, running his finger under his chin. “Forgive me for asking a personal question but, have we met before? I sensed a connection that has surprised me.”

Ahsoka swallowed and shook her head. “No. I don’t believe we have.”

Well, not yet anyway, Master Plo.

“How strange,” the Kel Dor Jedi murmured, glancing down at Master Yoda, whose ears perked cheerfully. “The Force was quite insistent. I suppose I must meditate on this further.”

“A good idea, that is, Master Plo,” Yoda commented, clicking his staff on the floor for emphasis. “Your guidance, I sense Knight Tano will need.”

“Of course,” Master Plo nodded to the Grand Master. “If I can be of help in anyway, please do not hesitate to ask, Knight Tano.”

“Th-thank you, Master Plo,” Ahsoka managed to get out without bursting into tears or throwing her arms around the Jedi Master. She watched him depart and then turned back to Yoda. “To the dining hall?”

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Nifflers - Newt Scamander One Shot (Requested by Anon)

Originally posted by karlmordo

Request - Hey girl it’s me again, could you write a Newt imagine where he bumps into you while you’re both trying to catch a creature, and you decide to team up and hella cute things happen?

A/N - i just saw fantastic beasts and i’ve developed an unhealthy obsession with the series, as expected. i will be adding this series to the list of what i write for!!!! so send in requests if you’d like xx

“Merlin’s beard, come back here you bastard!” I cursed underneath my breath, almost crawling on the floor of the bank I was at.

“Excuse me miss, did you lose something cuz I can’t have ya crawlin’ around here.” A security guard came up to me as I was just about to ran towards a cabinet, trying to catch my creature.

“No officer,” I turned around on my heels, hands behind my back as I tried to look as innocent as possibly, “Just thought I saw something, nothing to worry about.”

Just as those words left my mouth, I saw it.

You little shit.” I cursed in my mind. My little niffler was casually enjoying itself, sitting atop a railing while stuffing as much shiny material as it could in her little pouch.

“Alright lady, don’t get in trouble.” The officer said hastily, walking away to his demise.

“Will do, officer. Will do.” I whispered, walking slowly to the railing my niffler was sitting at, trying to be as quiet as possible so it would not try being anymore smart with me than it has been today.

As I jumped to catch it in my hands, I bumped into something. It was not just any other ordinary thing, but a person. I only realized it could be something like that when an immense reaction of pain insued in my head, and it was quite hard to get back up.

“I’m terribly sorry miss, are you alright?” A voice chimed. A hand took mine while another took a soft grip around my back, helping me up.

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