reblog if what jkr says is no longer canon to you
kevin, helping aaron get ready for his trial: i would like to represent my client’s internet search history from that evening
aaron, leaning into the fake mic: i’d rather just confess to the murder
Midtown decides to throw a talent show, and Tony tries to talk Peter into participating.
Tony: You can dance! I’ve seen you groovin’ before and you’ve got talent, kid.
Peter: First of all, don’t say “groovin’” - it makes you sound ancient. Second of all, my single only talent is the ability to cry on the spot. Watch.
Peter, thinking about those sad animal shelter commercials: *bursts into tears*
Tony, alarmed: Are you fucking okay?
so i was talking with @evaceratops and may we present….. Jedi Shaming, or, the signs each clone commander (or captain) makes their jedi general (or commander) hold up:
high general kenobi: “i haven’t slept in 72 hours”
general skywalker: “i’ve had 20 near death experiences in the past week”
commander tano: “i contributed to at least half of anakin’s near-death experiences”
high general fisto: “i take any opportunity to strip off my tunics”
high general ti: “i was this close to introducing nala se to the business end of my lightsaber”
general secura: “i flirt with my commander during important meetings”
general vos: “i am a fucking moron”
high general piell: “i make gods-awful puns about my partial blindness and stature”
high general kenobi, again: “i spent half an hour flirting with the enemy general”
high general plo: “i adopt at least three small children and/or feline creatures per planet”
high general plo, again: “i tried to adopt a gundark”
high general mundi: “i haven’t spoken with my wife in seven weeks and am driving the entire batallion insane because cerea is a warzone and i’m snapping at everyone but not pICKING UP THE DAMN COMMUNICATOR”
high general windu: “i pretend not to pick up on the chancellor’s orders until my former padawan repeats them”
high general yoda: “explain my battle strategies in metaphors, i do”
general unduli: “i believed my padawan when she told me she was fine”
I did a redraw of something from April last year, largest issue with it was the technicalities really so I didn't have to change much at all...
ANYWAY! its dead Jason so- blood- bruises- that kinda thing-
AND I'M ON MOBILE AGAIN SO SCREW READ MORE LINES AM I RIGHT?
(I'm bitter)
Anywho.
Old one:
New one.
I have a lot of feelings about the kenobi-skywalker-tano family and their daily interactions like
you can’t tell me that at one point anakin and ahsoka didn’t grow bored during a mission and started debating among themselves who’s obi-wan’s favourite and the arguments are getting more and more ridiculous like ‘yesterday he patted me on the shoulder absently so obviously he unconsciously prefers me’ ‘excuse you I’m his only padawan and I’m pretty sure he almost laughed at one of my jokes about windu’s butt 4 years ago’
and obi-wan is sitting right next to them
of course at one point he feels the need to stop all of this nonsense with ‘this debate is ridiculous and unworthy of jedi. Ahsoka made me a cup of tea this morning so of course she’s my favourite right now.’
the level of betrayal on anakin’s face can only be compared to the level of glee on ahsoka’s face
but the worst is when ahsoka is away on a mission by herself and anakin can’t help worrying, even when rex tries to make him feel better: ‘she’s going to be fine sir, we need to trust her. I mean, she is general kenobi’s favourite after all’
anakin stays outraged and gasping and only whispers ‘et tu, brute?’ every time he sees rex for the next three days
I just wanted to inform you how much of a lesbian I am for your fem!andreil, they’re gorgeous.
:)
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"came back wrong" what about Came Back Afraid. You used to be brave. Too brave maybe, defying the odds at every turn, a fighter, cocky, playing with fire, first to throw yourself at the enemy. Until one day it all caught up to you. You came back, somehow, but now you know all too intimately how it feels to lose, to die, to be destroyed. Now you flinch and freeze and cower at the slightest provocation. Who even are you now if you can't be brave? The grave may have let you go, but the mortal fear still grips you tighter than ever.
There’s something about their movements; it’s too smooth, too sure. They never trip on their feet, never run into anything, and their bodies navigate crowds too easily.
There’s something about their eyes, too, how they seem to bore straight through the soul of whoever they speak to. They sometimes seem to begin to answer a question before it’s even asked, and they always know what words to say to placate the emotions in the room.
There are rumors that the Negotiator and the Hero With No Fear do not need words to communicate, that they can speak without a comm while they are miles away from each other.
The rumors say the Negotiator has a true silver tongue, that the reason he is so successful is not because he is a skilled diplomat but because there’s something else to his voice and words that makes him so convincing.
The rumors say the apprentice of the Hero With No Fear is like a bird in flight when she moves, too graceful to be fully Togruta, her leaps so high it is as if she has the wings of a convor.
(The Tuskens believe that Death walks on two legs and brings with him a blade forged from the flames of the sun. They believe they displeased him for they were not strong enough, and they have never taken a prisoner since that day. Their victims are always killed and offered in sacrifice to Death.)