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[merlincmgirl]

You know I am just here to plant more thoughts of vineyard owner!Boba in your head. Maybe you’re at a networking event somewhere and he just looks like a regular old corporate worker as well … only after sour exchange do you realize he’s not from your company at all but the guy who makes the wine 👀🤝

May why must you DO THIS TO ME

I have other fics to write… a job…. adult responsibilities…..

fuck it, we ball

thots below the cut

SOUR GRAPES

T&W: f!reader, alcohol consumption

You were the event planner for an investment firm. It was a bunch of rich jerks wining and dining other rich jerks, but hey, the pay was more than enough to overlook that fact

Usually upper management kept out of your hair, but they were insisting they wanted to use this new winery for company events. You’d tried to explain that there were existing contracts and you got great rates from the current suppliers—but it went in one ear and out the other

Pissed that they’re meddling in your carefully cultivated vendor relationships, you were not keen on going to the wine and cheese tasting the new vintner, Boba Fett, was holding for the company at his vineyard

You made the barest effort dress up for the event, going for a simple black dress and pumps with wash of color on your lips and dash of sparkly eyeshadow

Unfortunately, the vineyard, only 30 minutes out of the city, was terribly charming. Lit by the amber sunset, hills of twisting grape vines rolled into mountains that reflected in the bordering lake. A large venue and tasting space sat overlooking the property, the building somehow cozy and the perfect amount of rustic despite being new

Even though this wasn’t your event, you arrived early like you normally would. Maybe you could do a little snooping to see what’s charmed the execs so much as to put their clumsy hands in your job

Pristine golf carts were lined along the parking lot to shuttle guests and the landscaping was balanced between manicured and natural beauty. As you wandered toward the event space, you peered around corners and into windows looking for something—anything—to complain about

“Lost, princess?” a slate-deep voice asked

Princess?! You spun around before the question left the air. “No! Just looking—”

Golden-copper skin streaked with silver scars, earth rich eyes, and a smile brighter than the full moon killed the words teetering on your tongue. Shoulders broadened from work filled a olive colored linen shirt that was crisply tucked into pressed slacks. A gold belt buckle peeked out from his thick torso, dragging your attention low enough to be rude.

Kark. He could call you whatever he wanted

“Just looking…?” the handsome man drawled. Your eyes snapped back to his face. His sharp, dark eyebrows were arched in amusement.

Since when were people even allowed to look that good?

Willing the heat to leave your cheeks, you consciously softened your posture and let a smile ease your expression. “Yes, just looking around,” you extended your hand out with your name, “I’m the event coordinator for Coruscant Investing. Are you here for the wine and cheese tasting?”

Taking your hand, the man shook it firmly. You pretended you didn’t notice how nice it looked wrapped around yours

“I am,” he answered. You were disappointed when he let your hand go. “I’m afraid it’s a bit early. The food isn’t out yet.”

You waved it off. “I’m not worried about the food.”

Following you towards the entrance, the man held the door open for you. It was a pleasant excuse to take in the muscled forearm revealed by his rolled sleeves. “Oh?”

You slid your eyes towards the staff rolling in cases of dark green bottles. “I’m worried about the wine.”

The man frowned. “What’s wrong with the wine?”

As handsome as he was disappointed, you much rather see him smile again. Leaning in conspiratorially, you bumped his elbow. “The brass called me personally to tell me to drop our current vendors for this guy. They don’t ever bother with any of the event planning, so why would they care about our wine? The owner must have something on one of them.”

You dropped your voice lower when a server passed by. The man leaned in even closer, warm and smelling of honey and cloves. It made your mouth water.

“This place is brand new,” you continued, glaring at the tasteful table arrangements. “No one in the industry has heard of him. I think this is all some sort of quid pro quo… or whatever gets the top the most zeroes on their bonuses.”

You peeked up to find the man staring at you, his mouth an unreadable line.

Uh oh. What department did he say he was in?

The stone in your stomach didn’t fall far before it was lifted by the dimple of his smile. “How about we taste the wine then? See if it’s a scam.” He tipped his chin up at a passing employee.

“Wait! We can’t just… the event hasn’t even started yet.”

He cocked his head, a gleam of mischief twinkling in his brown eyes. “This is a wine tasting, isn’t it, princess?”

“I mean—” Maker can you stop thinking how good he fucking sounds for one second—“I suppose it is,” you conceded. Perhaps a quick taste before meeting the vintner would be wise: you’d know whether to take him seriously or not.

The server was surprisingly compliant, going as far to seat the two of your at a quaint little corner table on the arbored terrace. How annoyingly perfect just like the rest of the place. Also annoyingly, it was quite romantic tucked away with this good-looking man and the lake winking at you through the climbing grape leaves.

Hopefully, the wine would be dreadful.

Clasping your hands underneath your chin, you smiled at your table mate. “So, what should we try? I know enough about wine to know if it’s bad, but not so much the finer points of what makes it worth doing a tasting for. What about you?”

A smirk tugged at the man’s lips. “I know a thing or two.”

You tutted. “Only two things? That’s worse than me!”

That earned you a delicious laugh. It pooled warm in your belly.

“I’m afraid saying I’m a sommelier sounds even worse.”

Charming and funny. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be such drag after all—even if the wine probably sucked.

You grinned. “It definitely does. But, I’ll still let you order for us.”

The corners of his eyes crinkled up. “You’re too kind, princess.”

He flagged down the server who, again, was very eager to help. Fett probably paid everyone off to keep it quiet that this whole place was a money laundering scheme or something.

Five crystal glasses were soon arranged in front of you, with five more to match on the other side. The server described each wine as he poured it, then produced a small card and pencil to record your own notes. How fancy.

Raising the first glass, a light, dry white with notes of “crisp pear” and two other things you already forgot, you clinked it against your handsome companion’s.

Had he ever said his name?

Another one of sun-drenched smiles evaporated the thought.

“You first,” he motioned with his glass. “Tell me what you think.”

And so went the five wines, one after another, with those deep brown eyes locked on to the drink pressing past your lips. His focus never wavering from your face, taking in each and every muscle movement. It was intensely intimate. By the fifth glass—a dark, chocolatey red—you were pressing your thighs together.

You found yourself wanting to give him a show. You licked your lips.

He watched, his gaze lingered on your mouth like he could taste it on his own. “What did you think?”

The semi-sweetness of the wine sat thick on your tongue. You were thinking a lot of things right now. Not one of them had to do with the actually good wine.

You hummed, swirling your glass so the last saffron rays of light turned the drink a glowing crimson. “About the wine?”

His chuckled held a vintage all its own. “About the wine.”

“Since you must know—”

“There you are, Boba!” A woman with a twisting, intricate braid appeared at your table. “I’ve been looking all over for you! The VIPs are pulling in.”

The wine soured on your tongue.

He never did give his name. Because if he had, you would have known he was the owner of Fett Vineyards.

Kriffing kark. You were going to kill that charming, ridiculously handsome bastard.

Part 2 anyone 👀👀👀👀

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[merlincmgirl]

found finan's brother from another tv universe 😅 - finan (the last kingdom) + destruction of the endless (the sandman)

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THE LAST KINGDOM + fashion

PERI BAUMEISTER as GISELA HATHACANUTESDOTTIR ↳ THE LAST KINGDOM (2015 - 2022) ↳ Costume designs by Nina Ayres (Season 2) and Molly Emma Rowe (season 3)

[merlincmgirl]

Sihtric not really giving a fuck that his wife goes back to work (being a whore) when he's not around gives off healthy open relationship vibes, tbh.

Everyone tries to throw it at him like it's an insult and everytime he's just kind of like "is she well?" and that's all he asks.

It's giving, "She needs to provide when i can not, and I will not fault her for it because I love her, and when I am home, she is only with me." type vibes.

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Are they disagreeing on battle plans or dinner plans? Both, probably.

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EVERYBODY STOP POSTING GIFSETS AND START TALKING ABOUT HOW THE RETCONNED THE WHOLE FIRST MOVIE !!!! WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCKKKK !!!!!!

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tog2 summary

[merlincmgirl]

You and Kyle have been friends for awhile now, coming up on three years.

There's always been a bit of tension between you two that youve never dared act on, so he leaves it alone.

That is, until now. Ur both in a cozy booth of the bar, more so chatting than actually drinking anything. Ur in the middle of telling gaz about one of your neighbors "yeah, john helped me change my oil last week but-"

You pause when kyles foot hooks around the back of your calf. But hes not changed expressions at all, as if nothings changed. You swallow, ignore the electricity ringing from that point of contact, and continue "-but I felt bad not doing anything in return so i-"

His leg travels up, the toe of his boot running just along the inside seam of ur pants. "Garrick." You warn lightly, face heating as kyle just chuckles.

"Hm? Whats we wrong?" Kyle raises a brow. Just as you open ur mouth to explain, the boot rubs against ur crotch and you jolt. You have to bite back a moan, fingers white-knuckled where they grip the table.

"Thats how you want to play? Fine." You shoot back, standing abruptly and practically dragging Kyle out by his collar.

He ends up in your bedroom, back pressed against the door as you bully a thigh between his legs. He groans at the contact, licking indulgent into ur mouth.

Kyle gasps when you shove him against the matress. Heart stuttering as the vision hes been dreaming about for years finally makes itself known above him. That night, he makes sure to damn well enjoy you. Ur both worn out and overstimulated by the end, kyle still lazily fucking into you before falling asleep.

Its a chore to force himself awake enough to drive back to base. Hes so tempted to just curl up in ur arms. By time he arrives, kyles three hours late and expects to be chewed tf out by price. Except? His captain looks happy?

Gaz is so confused about it, ready to ask ghost if he knows what's up when price leans into his space and whispers.

"Yknow, next time you and my neighbor meet up, you might want to check those curtains. Or dont, I enjoyed the show."

Yeah. He dies that morning.

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❤️Heart Eyes❤️

Just a stupid little short thing inspired by the little bot advertisement TikToks.

I don’t know how much I’ll be around.

Pairing: Hardcase x Reader

Rating: SFW/ No Spice

Warnings: None

Word Count: 602

Graphic Dividers & Art: by myself @sunshinesdaydream

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The little droid ZIPPED across the floor. You could hear “BABE! BABE!BABE!” as the little white ball with glowing eyes and stripes to match Hardcase’s armor rolled right up to your feet. The displays that were meant to be its eyes displayed red hearts.

It wasn’t so much a droid, really. It didn’t have the programming. It was more of a remote controlled bot that you had given Hardcase as a gift before his most recent deployment. He had immediately painted it to match his armor design after a brief debate as to match his armor or his tattoos. Then he sliced it so that instead of using his datapad it worked through his HUD.

You had originally thought you would only hear from him when he was on the cruiser. Nope, the entire time he was planet side when he had free time he had the little bot rolling around the apartment.

“Babe!!! Whatcha doing?” He said when he rolled right up to your feet just as you were settling in to watch your comfort movie after a long day at work.

“Watching a holofilm… what are you doing?” You ask.

“It’s my rest shift, the mission has been quiet. As long as we sit here the negotiations have been going peacefully.” His voice, sounding oddly small coming from the bot. You’re used to his voice and presence filling a room.

Hardcase made the bot bump into your toes. “Pick me up!” He insisted. “I wanna watch too!”

You pick the little bot up and set it on the couch next to you. The eye displays turn to sad eyes. “You aren’t going to hold me?” You can hear the pout in Hardcase’s voice. With a sigh, you move him to a spot on your lap on top of the blanket you are snuggled under, tucking your feet up next to you on the couch.

“Much better!” He said happily, “now start the holo!”

The next day was your day off, and you were trying to get some cleaning and chores done. Predictably it wasn’t going well. Again you hear the zip of the little bot rolling through the apartment. “Babe! Babe! Where ARE you???” It streaked into the kitchen and slammed into the counter. “Kriff!” It spun in a circle a few times until he sighted you sitting on the floor. The bot zoomed up to you.

“Am I okay? I didn’t break?” He asked.

Shaking your head you laugh, “no, just a scratch”

“What?!?! Where? Fix it!!!” He spun in a circle.

“You know you are going to touch up your armor when you get back, you can do it at the same time,” you laugh, patting the little bot.

“Fine…. Why are you on the kitchen floor?” He asked. It wasn’t unusual to find you on the floor, but the kitchen floor was unusual.

You sigh, “I need to do the dishes and fold the laundry and make the bed and clean the refresher and…”

“Whoa, whoa, Babe!” He exclaimed, bumping into your knee. “Slow down, one thing at a time! Want me to body double you? I got some time before my patrol.”

“You should be resting or having fun,” you insist.

“Na, I’m on duty...kind of. Making sure Kix gets at least four hours of sleep. He’s been helping the locals because there aren't enough doctors or med droids to get here for regular stuff.”he answered, then made the bot nudge you. You can hear the joy in his voice as he tells you “I can keep an eye on both of you!”

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Thanks for reading

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[merlincmgirl]

The saddest part about the Old Guard 2 is there’s a spectacular movie in there. Quynh, driven mad, angry at the world, desperate for revenge. The Old Guard, betrayed, trying to come to terms with the loss of one of their own (Booker) and the return of another (Quynh). But also refusing to allow Booker to be harmed by Quynh (despite refusing to acknowledge his alcoholism and depression for centuries). Niall coming to terms with her faith and struggling with her family aging without her - Booker in exile the only one who understands her grief. Quynh’s return showing that Andromache isn’t just benevolent - “I was worshipped as a god once” implies violence as much as peace, and what thousands of years alone would do to someone. Quynh furious but grieving Andromache’s mortality. Yusuf and Nicolo’s own relationship with Quynh, which hasn’t yet been explored, and their relationship with each other (“we met in the crusades”). The family still struggling with their part in the world, because seeing that your work has impact doesn’t lessen the suffering they experience every time they die. The second movie was perfectly set up, and Netflix trying to turn this into a cheap blockbuster ruined it. I can only hope that the third movie brings back the original director and writer, and returns to the heart of the story.

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Im actually gonna cry

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Veronica Ngo IG Update (5 July 2025)

Source: @ngothanhvan_official IG story, 5th July 2025

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Nicky & Joe - The Old Guard 2

[merlincmgirl]

listen there were some things I liked but ima be honest the whole movie was really giving:

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Sergio Outdoors

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the old guard 2

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Ripped ghost truthers come to my doorsteps to die.