Time travel au where all the Jedi wake up in Attack of the Clones after dying. The ones that died sooner just walk it off like it’s a weird dream. Everyone who died in order 66 is confused but maybe it’s a vision? Most of the inquisitors either panic or run to the nearest mind healer and burst into tears or trauma dump. Caleb Dume/Kanan is absolutely convinced he’s dead and this is the after life and no one can convince him otherwise. Obi-wan Kenobi sees smol Anakin and goes ‘shit just keeps happening huh’.
Ashoka Tano is disturbingly wise and knowledgeable for a youngling. Cal Kestis jumps up from class, yells “not today satan” stabs his crechemaster and jumps out the window (he thinks he got caught by the empire and drugged or something), he steals a ship and makes it all the way to Bogano and picks up BD-1 before Cordova find him getting his ass beat by local wildlife and drags him back to Coruscant. Cere is doing her best to comfort Jaro Tapal but he’s not reassured that Cal jumps out of windows all the time.
Plo Koon and Shaak Ti are scheming to get their sons back. Anakin is busy having a breakdown. Grogu just keeps asking for his Buir. Yoda, always ready for drama, let’s Caleb tell him all about his life and his family, asks what his padawan would want him to do. Caleb thinks about this for a minute and nods to himself. He builds a pipe bomb and duct tapes it to the bottom of Palpatines chair. And steals all the credits stashed in his desk.
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I'll bring cookies and blankets for the night of, and bottled water, orange juice, v8, excedrin, ear plugs, extra pillows, and sleep masks for the morning after.
WE’RE DOING ANOTHER MOOT SLEEPOVER TAG IS:
Moot sleepover <3
(the heart as well)
GRAB YOUR MUTUALS AND LETS GO!!
@discarded-like-your-roses @seagull9111
LETS GOOOOO !!!!
Starting with a softball here, what is the capital of Bulgaria?
(please reblog with your answer, first one right gets a gold star)
honor system, please do not look up the answer
@timelockedchosen this is all your fault.
Recite and reblog to join.
Sic dei tumbloris et aegrotatio mentis voluerunt, ita omnia sint. Surgite, surgite, surgite! Fratres, sorores, alii! Socii et populi omnes! Cives infernae, iacite vinculos tuos!
In sanguine coepimus, in sanguine surgemus. In vobis voc, nos uno vocamus, ira nostra vocat pro sanguine hostium nostrorum! Regnum fanaticorum aut braccas humilis alvo, id est tempus!
Noster doctor? Quis? Nostri laquei calcei? Furati. Nostra taberna? Trivago. Dei tumbloris, ad vos vocamus!
Mors ad virum petaso cari!!!
(English "As the tumblr gods and mental illness have willed, so let all be. Rise, rise rise! Brother, sisters, others! Allies and people all! Citizens of hell, cast off your chains!
We began in blood, in blood we rise. I call on you, as one we call, our wrath calls out for our enemies' blood. Fandom or hipster, it is time!
Our doctor? Who? Our shoelaces? Stolen. Our hotel? Trivago. tumblr gods, we call to thee!
Death to the man with the hat of flesh*!)
(*creepy cowboy hat head dude from the ads)
:)
Hey. Why isn’t the moon landing a national holiday in the US. Isn’t that fucked up? Does anyone else think that’s absurd?
To go along with my Gotham fanart. I made a fic for them too
(https://archiveofourown.org/works/62771809)
Roy: Sorry it took so long to bail you out of jail. Jason: No, it was my fault. I shouldn't have used my phone call to prank call the GCPD.
Dick: Ladies, gentlemen and Dami, I want to show you the greatest thing your eyes have ever beheld! Damian: A cat? Dick: No. Damian: A kitten? Dick: No! Damian: A kitten with a little hat on? Dick: NO! Damian: Consider me uninterested
Barbara: I’m not like other girls. I’m way, way worse.
Jason: Come on, B! How any times do I have to apologize? Bruce: Once! Jason: ...No.
Jason: *banging a pen on the table out of frustration* Roy, trying to focus on a project: Stop that. How would YOU feel if I banged you on the table? Jason: I— Jason: I don’t know the correct answer to that question.
Kon: I'm sorry. Please talk to me. Tim: Kon: Hello? World's most amazing person?? Sweet pea? Precious cinnamon roll that's too good for this world, too pure? Tim: 'Sorry' doesn't bring back my fucking M&Ms.
Tim: God has let me live another day and I'm going to make it everyone's problem.
Duke: Okay, who's turn is it to give the pep talk? Dick: It's Cass' turn. Cass: Don't die. Dick, wiping a tear away: Truly inspirational.
Jon: Fight me! Damian, standing behind him and holding a knife: *mouths* Do not.
*The squad's reaction to being told they're the chosen one* Bruce: I will not let you down. Steph: Sounds fun. Cass: K. Jason: No, I'm fucking not. Tim: Do I have to be? Dick: Please God, I am so tired.
Steph: I dare you- Dick: Jason is not allowed to accept dares anymore. Steph: Why not? Jason: "I have no regard for my own or others personal safety", as some would say.
Bruce: Tim, is that my mug you’re drinking out of? Tim: No, it’s mine. Bruce: It... looks just like the one I have... Tim: You don’t have one like this anymore.
Damian, eating a meal: I poisoned one of our glasses… but I forgot which one. Jason: The way this dinner is going, I pray to God that it’s mine.
Steph: I think we can be evil. As a treat. Cass: We? Steph: We. :)
Tim: I don’t even have time to tell you how wrong you are. Jason: Okay? Tim: … Tim: … Tim: Actually it’s gonna bug me if I don’t, so—
Dick: Litte Wing, it’s a shooting star, let’s make a wish! Robin!Jason: I wish for good grades. Dick: Nerd. Jason: Nevermind, I wish upon the shooting star to fall down at a 30° velocity aiming for Dick. :) Dick: Jason…
Jason: Clownery. Tomfoolery. Absolute fuckery, I am going to revoke your life privileges.
My friend’s little brother (non-verbal) used to hide people’s shoes if he liked the person, because it meant they had to stay longer. The more difficult it was to find your shoes, the more he liked you.
One day my cousin came over, and she was a bitch. When it was time to leave, my friend’s brother handed her shoes directly to her and she went on and on about how he must have a crush on her because he only “helped” her.
When it comes to mission reports, Damian is the epitome of not showing your work.
Bruce: Damian, what did you do with the Riddler?
Damian: I apprehended him.
Bruce: When, where, and how?
Damian: Yesterday. Crime Alley. Stakeout.
Bruce: Why isn't any of this written down? You have to document it for future case references. You just wrote, "Done."
Damian: Because I'm done.
Bruce: But you're supposed to tell us the steps you took.
Damian: Step one: I did it.
That one mutual you had like three convos with forever ago, whom you consider a dear friend and whom you would willingly die for without hesitation
@periwinkle-the-11th
Here's a tv show pitch.
In this idea there is no sex, drugs, violence, or high stakes because I'm tired of it.
Ian McKellan, Liam Neeson, Sean Bean, and Ewan Mcgregor are all widowers and live in four houses in a row in suburban UK. The main drama is them vying to be the Favorite Uncle/Grandfather figure for the local schoolchildren. Otherwise it's slice of life. They're extremely petty about their gardens. Occasionally they'll combine forces against another widower. They all understand technology but are purposely asses about using it. They each support a different sports team and consider their own to be the best. Each actor's popular roles are alluded to, such as Ian McKellan always seems to be managing twelve unruly dwarves children; Liam Neeson is extremely protective and occasionally uses black ops skills to solve small problems but won't admit to military service of any kind - he brushes off whatever outrageous thing he just did as "picked that up in [small English town] when a cow got out"; Sean Bean is at high risk for heart attacks and cancer so his death is always being foreshadowed but he never dies; Ewan McGregor has a different shaggy haired emo teenage boy each season to mentor through life's ups and downs. The four of them are all always bickering to the extent that the non-widower neighbors try to set them up with wives.
It's called.
Widower Row