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The men who brought Darth Vader to life.

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Happy Birthday to the insanely gifted, hilarious, and handsome John Larroquette!!

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And I love them all 💖

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Darth vader was a team effort

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Bob Anderson

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On the November 20, 2011 episode of the Simpsons "The Book Job", author Neil Gaiman joined a team from Springfield to write the next best selling tween novel. ("The Springfield Job", The Simpsons, TV, Events)

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Bob Anderson.

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There is nothing so rewarding as to make people realize they are worthwhile in this world.

~Bob Anderson

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Lawyer blames Mississippi governor for firing amid probe of misspent welfare funds

The attorney fired amid his investigation into misspent welfare funds in Mississippi accused Gov. Tate Reeves (R) of seeking to thwart the probe, which involved high-profile figures including former Green Bay Packers quarterback Brett Favre and former Mississippi Gov. Phil Bryant (R). The Mississippi Department of Human Services (MDHS) on Friday fired Brad Pigott, a former U.S. attorney who was…

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Attack of the Domestics

A/N: Encouraged by @michysminions7 and inspired by @jenksel to post this. I've gotten very insecure about my work and barely write anymore, other than little author-insert fluffs. This is one of those, but I still hope you enjoy reading it.

Fandom: Baa Baa Black Sheep

Pairing: Bobby Anderson/OC

Rating: T

Word Count: 2,116

Summary: Bobby's having a bad time at the party the night before a mission. He tries to find some alone time to sulk - and overhears an unexpected conversation.

Damn Wiley, Anderson thought as he stomped towards the beach. How in the hell had he managed to lose a girl to Wiley? Last he checked the man hadn't been anywhere near him, and then poof! Boyish charm and floppy hair and that genuine puppy dog smile and the cute brunette Anderson had just been about to score turned all her attention from the action at hand.

It's not fair, he thought grumpily to himself. Though if he was being honest, he was more upset about losing a girl to Wiley than he was about losing a girl. He usually had no problems chatting up the ladies but he could get a little overenthusiastic. Not to mention his height sometimes worked against him. Ladies like 'em tall? Not always!

He wasn't surprised to find another person on the beach, but he did do a double take when he realized it was another woman. One of the nurses, no doubt, and she looked a little familiar. Had she said hi to him earlier? He'd been so focused on the brunette (whose name he could no longer remember) that he couldn't recall if someone else had spoken to him. But there sat another nurse, wearing a white midriff-baring top and a pair of khaki shorts. Her knees were drawn up to her chest and her elbows rested on them. Her head was in her hands. Wait, was she crying?

Anderson felt a flare of anger bloom in his chest. Who the hell was enough of a jerk to leave a woman crying on the beach? He started out of the brush towards her…and a voice interrupted him.

"Lori?"

Anderson dropped to the ground, praying he hadn't been seen.

The woman lifted her head, and in the dim light from the buildings behind them he could see she did have tears on her face. It was a plain face, framed by lovely brown hair, but there was something haunting about it. And yes – she was familiar. Anderson couldn't help but stare.

"Mags?" the woman asked.

"Lori, what are you doing away from the party?" Another nurse, older, blonde, strode purposefully down towards her. Anderson had seen her before for sure. She was one of the more no-nonsense women, the kind you couldn't use your best lines on because she'd laugh in your face, ruffle your hair, and call you cute. The last thing any guy wanted when he was looking to pick up a woman was for her to think he was cute.

"I'm fine, Margaret," the woman…Lori, Anderson thought, her name is Lori…replied.

"The hell you are, you're crying." Margaret sat in the sand beside Lori, thankfully closer to Anderson so Lori kept her head turned in his direction. He didn't want to listen in on the conversation struggling to hear what Lori had to say.

Of course, if he was the gentleman he professed to be, he wouldn't listen in on this conversation at all.

"I'm fine!" Lori wiped her eyes. "I'm just not in a party mood."

"After seeing the pickings in there, I'll buy that," Margaret said, (bitch, Anderson thought, then flinched at the sound of his Mama's voice in his head chastising him for such language), "but you were so excited earlier today. I heard you girls talking, I know you were all anxious to meet up with Major Boyington's men."

That's right, Anderson thought proudly.

"I was. Am. Just…oh, Mags, it's stupid. Don't ask me."

Any self-respecting man would walk away when a woman said that to him. But Anderson knew enough to know that when a woman said that to another woman, it was an invitation.

He was right…sort of. "What's so stupid? You came, you saw, you decided not to play. You want to wait for the next opportunity to have some fun, that's your choice."

Lori looked away, and suddenly her shoulders shook. Anderson twitched instinctively, wanting to step out and comfort the crying woman. It was basic manners, not to mention the fact that comforting a crying woman upped your chances of getting lucky later.

"Lori!" Margaret leaned over and put a hand on Lori's shoulder. "Look, if you're not interested, there's nothing wrong with that…"

"I know…" Lori blurted, her voice distorted with sobs. "I know you all think…I'm a prude."

"Oh, don’t be silly, we don't think that…"

"Yeah, you do, I heard Melinda talking the other night."

Ah, Melinda, that was the girl he'd lost to Wiley. And now he recalled, he had spoken to Lori. She'd said hi while he and Melinda were talking. But he'd been deep into weaving a setup for himself and Melinda to leave, and hadn't really responded to her.

He felt a little guilty about that. After all, she was out here crying. Could it be because of him?

"What you do with whoever you want is your business," Margaret said. "You don't have to brag about it as much as Melinda does. The whole camp knows who she goes around with almost before she actually goes around with them."

Anderson's lip curled. Huh…maybe he needed to go save Wiley. He'd seen nurses play with the feelings of his friends before. The last one had almost torn the Black Sheep apart.

"Just when people ask me how my night went and I don't want to tell them…they assume I'm just a…a…"

"Cold fish?"

Lori nodded.

"And you're not?"

Lori stared at her and Anderson found himself very, very interested in her answer. He'd save Wiley later.

"I haven't been with a man in months," Lori finally said. "Not since before I came here. And you know how that turned out. I just haven't been interested. No one has interested me…but…but now..."

Anderson's eyebrows lifted.

Margaret tilted her head. "Are you saying there is someone in there that you're interested in?"

Lori nodded.

"Then why aren't you in there?"

"I don't have a chance. Melinda's got him."

Wiley. Anderson couldn't help the twist of disappointment in his stomach. It was one thing to lose a girl face to face to Wiley, but hearing another crying about losing her chance with Wiley because he was already taken…well it definitely made Anderson want to leave the area. He started to unravel from his hiding position to slink away. Maybe he wouldn't save Wiley from Melinda. Seemed like the guy could use a little bad luck with women.

"That doll dizzy with the fluffy blonde hair?" Margaret laughed. "I've seen him before, Lori. He chases as many women as Melinda chases men. You're not missing out."

"His hair wasn't fluffy and blonde, it was short and black," Lori said.

Anderson stopped moving. What?

Margaret echoed him. "What? Black hair?"

"Black hair," Lori repeated. "And a beautiful smile. He's got these really full lips. You know, the kind you know would feel good on yours? And when he smiles it stretches up into his eyes and squints them, like his whole face is enjoying whatever made him smile. It's an honest smile."

"You're talking about one of Major Boyington's men?"

"Yes. He was talking to Melinda. I guess she turned him down or something because the guy you're talking about was definitely not him. He was really tall. Like six feet or more."

Now Anderson was paying so much attention, he was holding his breath.

"Oh, yes!" Margaret exclaimed. "Yes, tends to stay in the back, keeps his hands in his pockets. He slouches, probably because he's a giant…"

Like you're a giant pain in the…Anderson shook his head to stop the thought.

"I never got his name," Lori said.

Anderson clawed his fingers into the ground, staring at her. My name's Bobby!

"Well, he's not talking to Melinda anymore," Margaret said. "Why don't you come back in and see if you can salvage the night?"

Anderson wondered how fast he could get back to the party without the women seeing him. His head was spinning. Oh yeah…he wasn't breathing. He exhaled hard and yanked in a breath of sea air.

Lori shook her head. "I…look, he's only going to want one thing. And…"

"And what's the problem with that?"

"Like I said, it's stupid."

"Lori, what are you talking about?"

Lori suddenly threw up her hands. "I don't want to just fool around tonight with him, Mags! I know, I know I have no idea who he is! I don't even know his name! But seeing him smile and laugh like that…it was like…my entire life, I've been living in the dark, and someone turned on the light. I want to cook breakfast for that smile. I want to hear that laugh while watching one of those old Buster Keaton pictures. I want to feel his arms hold me and hear his voice tell me I'm safe from everything in the world."

Anderson was aware his mouth had dropped open. He wasn't aware of much else.

"Lieutenant Beaufort, you had an attack of the domestics," Margaret sighed. "It happens. You see a tall, strong, confident man like that, and everything inside you says he's the one for you. But Lori…he's a pilot. The most he can do for you right now is just right now. Tomorrow he could be dead. If you go filling your head with dreams of the future and tomorrow he gets shot down…how many more like him will break your heart before you give up? You need to focus on the right now and let the future come when it's ready. Now if you can't fool around with him tonight, I understand. But don't deny yourself a good time because you're too busy trying to live in the future."

Anderson wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to shout at Margaret or run for the party or just run as far from the situation as possible. The way he saw it, everyone was right here. He might get shot down tomorrow. But did that mean thinking about the future was forbidden? Was it bad to try to think about life after the war?

And he couldn't get her words out of his head. "...like someone turned on the light."

She certainly was pretty, though not the best-looking nurse in the bunch. And she wasn't interested in fooling around, so his chances of getting any tonight were zilch if he pursued her. She wanted more and he had no idea if he wanted…

Well…some. He had some idea. He thought about home often. New Orleans. He'd had a girl before the war had started but once he'd announced he was heading to the South Pacific, she had told him she couldn't wait for him. And it would be nice to have someone. It would be nice to think about a future in New Orleans, with a woman that stated he'd brought light into her life. But he couldn't really trust Lori would stick around. Emma sure hadn't and she'd been his high school sweetheart.

He supposed whether or not he trusted Lori didn't preclude him from getting to know her a little more. But he still needed to get back to the party without being seen.

"I can't do it, Margaret. Not tonight. Put me back on duty in the hospital, will you? I'm sure Sophie wants to go to the party."

Margaret sighed deeply. "Are you sure?"

Lori laughed, the sound bitter and beautiful all at once. "No! But if I go back there and I see him, I don't know what I'll do! I don't know if I can just let go of this and have a great night and wake up tomorrow and go on with my life. Maybe I can. But if I can't…I don't want to know what it'll feel like if I can't."

Margaret stared at her for a long time before nodding. "You are going to have to cultivate some inner strength if you're going to survive your assignments here, Loretta," she said. "If you care this much about everything, it's going to kill you." She stood and helped Lori up. "I'll drive you back to the hospital."

"Thanks," Lori replied. "And…look, don't tell any of the girls, okay? Just…tell them I wasn't in a party mood and decided to leave.”

"Fine."

The two women passed by Anderson and he focused up at Lori. His stomach turned when he saw the broken look on her face, and it was all he could do not to jump up and say I'll take it from here. She wanted him, and he'd be damned if he missed an opportunity to at least speak to her.

He had to find a reason to go to the hospital. Tonight.

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Anderperry fans hyper-analyse ever micropixel in dead poets society by watching it 12 times a day then try to find a reason why there is no happiness in their lives.

'Comfort movie' what comfort?

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It's a Dark Ocean Summoning!

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Handcuffs || Dallas Winston

Warnings: p in v, oral (f receiving), fingering, overstimulation, dom!dally, sub!reader, blindfolding, handcuffing

Summary: reader teases Dallas infront of the gang, making him really hard. he takes reader back home and punishes her.

Word count: 822

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It was around ten in the evening, the whole gang, except from Darry since he was at work. I was sat on the couch on Dally’s lap, I couldn’t get comfy so i kept moving about, feeling something hard underneath me. “Stop moving.” Dally groans quietly in my ear. I kiss his cheek and continue to move around. He leans his forehead on my shoulder. “Fucking stop it.” He whispers, I go to get up, discreetly grabbing his crotch. I walk into the kitchen, getting myself a glass of water.

Dallas walks in after me, slapping my ass as he stand behind me. Pressing his crotch onto my ass, “You ever do that in-front of everyone again, you’re getting punished.” He tells me. I nod, turning the tap off as we go back to where we sat before. I sit down on Dally’s lap again, and I move around again just to piss him off. He puts his hand on my thigh and squeezes it, “What did I say in the kitchen, doll?” He whispers, “Don’t know, Dal. I didn’t listen.” I smirk as I take a sip of my water.

Dallas takes the cup out of my hand and places it on the coffee table. He pulls me up with him, “Me and Y/n are going home.” He tells everyone, my cheeks go red as I know what’s about to happen. “Okay, Dal. See you later.” Sodapop says, waving us off. Dallas grabs my hand and drags me out of the door and back to out place. We get to the front door, he unlocks the door and drags me upstairs to our room. He pushes me onto the bed, “Strip.” He says, I obey, stripping all over clothing off. “Lie down, doll.” He demands, I obey again.

He pulls two pairs of handcuffs out of one of the nightstands draws. He cuffs my hands to the headboard and then cuffs my legs to the bottom of the bed. “Why are you cuffing my legs?” I ask. “So you can’t squeeze your legs together or anything.” He tells me, I whine. I was dripping wet by this point, I was so turned on and needed him inside of me. Dallas runs his fingers through my wet folds, causing me to shudder. He slowly inserts one finger inside of me, I let out a low moan. “More.” I say, he shakes his head. He continues to slowly move his one finger inside of me, till I get towards an orgasm which he quickly denies and takes his finger out.

“Dallas.” I growl, he laughs. I was soaking the bedsheets, he shakes his head. “I’m quite thirsty, doll.” He says, slowly rubbing my clit, my eyes rolls back. “Gonna go grab a beer.” He tells me before walking out. “No, Dal. Get back here!!” I shout, whining at the same time because I needed to cum so badly. I try squeezing my legs together but I couldn’t because of the handcuffs. “Dallas!” I shout, “Be back up in 5, just finishin’ my beer!” He shouts back. I whine, trying to squeeze my legs together again.

It had been five minutes, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Dallas barges through the door, shirtless. He strips his pants and boxers off, leaving him completely naked. He gets in between my legs and slams himself straight into me. I scream out, cumming straight away due to how desperate I was and how much he edged me. “Dallas,” I whimper, I had become so sensitive. It hurt so bad but it felt so good at the same time. I was so close to my second orgasm.

Dallas was pounding into me, relentlessly. "Dal, it hurts." I whine, cumming again while pulling at the handcuffs. "You're doing so good, Doll. Takin' me so well." He grunts as he drills into me, I watch as he disappears inside of me, and so does he. This pushes him over the edge and he spills his warm cum inside of me. My legs were shaking and I was sweating. "You did so good, pretty girl." Dallas praises.

He picks me up and takes me to the bathroom, he places me on the toilet so I could pee. He wanders off into the bedroom and changes the sheets, putting the dirty ones in the laundry basket. Dallas comes back into the bathroom, and he carries me back into the bedroom. He places me onto the bed, helping me get dressed as we had to go back to the Curtis'. Once I was fully dressed, I sit at my vanity and freshen my makeup. When I looked presentable, we headed out the house. I lcoked the door behind us. Dallas wraps his arm around me, and kisses my head.

"I love you, Doll." He grins, I look up at him and smile. "I love you too, Dal." I say, cuddling into his side.

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