Reblogged saxifrage-wreath
Ok ok ok I finally managed to come up with a hundred movies. Bandwagon time 😎
Reblogged saxifrage-wreath
Okay so i was wracking my brain trying to figure out what games tumblr loves or has loved over the years and i realised (with a little help from those Years in a reivew) Just how much tumblr loves games too. So go vote, i know you want to.
Reblogged kanerallels
Ok this might be a bit of a weird question but I keep arguing with my mom and sis about this so I need y'all to answer this
[For context my mom and sis keep telling me I shower for too long but my showers are usually 45 minutes to an hour]
(edit: *your showers not you showers)
Reblogged egglygreg
The great thing about Gus is that he perfectly oscillates from playing the annoyed straight man to Shawn’s general insanity to yes-anding to an insane degree. For every moment where he says no Shawn, you did not hear that both ways there’s a moment where he, with no prompting, claims that his fictitious grandmother with a broken hip was teaching a line dancing class. For every time he says Shawn, stop messing around at work, there is a time where after Shawn says he’s been “looking at the man in the mirror”, Gus, in a move that never ever fails to make me laugh, with a completely straight face and no impact on the conversation, does the Michael Jackson “he-he”. He’s insane. He thinks he’s normal. He does 11 point turns. He’s a sympathetic crier.
Reblogged in-echoes-forever
one of the things i love most about Lord of the Rings is that it presents the choice to be good--to be gentle--in dark times as the absolute badassery it truly is.
Reblogged in-echoes-forever
I have to stress: it is good to be in distress when there is someone to save you. It is a good thing, to be that character. It means someone noticed when you went missing or when something went wrong for you, and they stepped outside the sphere of their lives and intervened on your behalf, in yours. They didn't have to. They could've left you. But you were worth it to them. (You might have already been worth it, but what's wrong with someone proving that statement? What's worth if it's only for the self to enjoy?) Worth great risk, worth great pains, and they made a statement about your worth that they wouldn't have had an opportunity to make if not for the distress you were in.
Reblogged kanerallels
dancing in the dark
Reblogged kanerallels
She’s going to give him her handkerchief and he’s going to win a joust for her, I can feel it.
Reblogged raspberryzingaaa
TURN ON THE SOUND. YOU CAN'T MISS THIS. THIS IS FANTASTIC.
Reblogged undying-lilies
ANOTHER for fic ask game!:
"Does it look like I'm laughing to you??"
Last but not least!! Dedicated to @undying-lilies because this was inspired by a conversation we had in the comments of the Survivor fic which you guys should all read it's super good
“Does it look like I’m laughing to you?”
Kata winced at her father’s angry voice. She hated hearing him arguing with his boss over the comlink, even when he assured her that it was okay. He was always angry or sad after talking to Denvik. Kata hated him.
“Wow,” the boy sitting next to her whispered. “He sounds angry.”
“He is,” Kata said, glancing at him. With his scruffy blue hair and orange jumpsuit that hadn’t been washed in a while, there was no way he would blend in on Nova Garon.
But Kata would have known he didn’t belong here right away anyways. There was just a feeling about him. She didn’t know what it was, just…that it was there.
Sighing, she said, “It’s gonna be harder than I thought to sneak you back to Lothal, Ezra.”
Ezra shrugged. “Good thing I like a challenge. What’s our first move?”
“Hiding you from Papa and the others.”
“Hmm.” Ezra scratched his head, then his eyes lit up. “Do you have a ventilation system?”
Kata grinned, understanding his idea right away. “Follow me.”
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For fic ask game:
And then there was the issue of the box of blue milk in the middle of the room.
And now, for some pure nonsense! (set, as is fairly clear, during SWR S4 post In The Name Of The Rebellion part 2)
It had been a long week. Returning from Mandalore, going after the Jalindi relay, nearly dying thanks to Saw Gerrera, the Empire, and a combination thereof. And then there was the issue of the box of blue milk in the middle of the room.
“It’s a trap,” Ezra said, staring at the carton resting innocently on the counter. “Right?”
“Obviously,” Sabine said. Ezra wasn’t sure if she was just egging him on for fun, or if she really agreed with him. But he wasn’t going to say no to having someone to run it past. “Since when does Chopper just give you milk?”
“Or anything,” Ezra agreed. “And he said it was to be nice. He isn’t nice! So…is it poisoned or booby trapped? Or BOTH?”
As they frowned at it, considering, Ezra heard footsteps behind him. Kallus, who was here for a planning session with Hera, moved past them to get two caf mugs out of the cupboard. As he filled them, he glanced at Sabine and Ezra. “Do I want to know?”
“It’s nothing,” Ezra said quickly.
“Hmm. Mind if I take this?”
Before Ezra or Sabine could speak, he picked up the carton of blue milk, opened it, poured a little into one of the caf mugs, then left.
Eyes wide, Ezra watched him go, then looked at Sabine. “What do we do?”
“No matter what happens,” Sabine said, “we deny knowledge of everything.”
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For fic ask game:
"Now what?? Can't you see that I'm—oh."
Oh hey look what I found in my inbox after forgetting about it for MONTHS anyways have like three responses in a row starting here:
Hearing the door to the cockpit hiss open, Hera felt her irritation bubble over. “Now what?” she snapped. “Can’t you see that I’m—” her gaze fell on the person standing in the doorway, and her words fizzled away. “Oh.”
Kanan, holding a bowl in each hand, smiled a little, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Figured I should bring a peace offering before I came back. You hungry?”
Hera considered shutting him down, sending him out again. But honestly, she was hungry. And she hated arguing with Kanan, even when he made it so very easy. Partially by virtue of being her only non-droid crew member, and partially because he was, well, Kanan.
Wordlessly, she waved for him to sit, and he did, taking the co-pilot seat. Holding out the bowl, he said quietly, “I’m sorry.”
Hera accepted it, breathing in the rich, savory smell of soup—the baked potato soup he’d made months ago that she’d loved so much. “You don’t hold back on apologies, do you?” she said wryly.
“Not when I know I’m being an idiot,” Kanan said, and this smile looked a little more real. Hera returned it.
“Apology accepted. And I’m sorry, too.”
The warmth in his eyes growing, Kanan said, “Nothing to apologize for, Captain Hera.”