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weloveshortvideos:

Dogs React to Magic

mackllewhore:

its a metaphor, you see. you place your cursor right upon the killing thing, but you dont actually click on it.

mackllewhore:

its a metaphor, you see. you place your cursor right upon the killing thing, but you dont actually click on it.

jamieaiken919:

lilyhatesjazzhands:

shutupaubrey:

team “i wore this yesterday but i’m going to a different place so it doesn’t matter”

team “I wore this yesterday but I wore it under a jacket so I can wear it again, no one will know”

team “I’m going to wear these jeans until I spill something noticeable on them”

Zabrak Info

kabeone:

From the Star Wars New Essential Guide to Alien Species 

I saw some posts going around.  Since it seems to interest people here’s the section on Zabrak from the book.  It’s long, sorry mobile :(  Also, sorry for typos.

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anewe9:

Star Wars | Luminous beings (Return of the Jedi novelisation)

But when the mask was finally off and set aside, Luke gazed on his father’s face. It was the sad, benign face of an old man. Bald, beardless, with a mighty scar running from the top of his head to the back of the scalp, he had unfocused, deepset, dark eyes, and his skin was pasty white, for it had not seen the sun in two decades. (…)  Vader saw his son crying, and knew it must have been at the horror of the face the boy beheld. It intensified, momentarily, Vader’s own sense of anguish—to his crimes, now, he added guilt at the imagined repugnance of his appearance.

But then this brought him to mind of the way he used to look—striking, and grand, with a wry tilt to his brow that hinted of invincibility and took in all of life with a wink. Yes, that was how he’d looked once. And this memory brought a wave of other memories with it. Memories of brotherhood, and home. His dear wife. The freedom of deep space. Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan, his friend… (…) Memories of molten lava, crawling up his back… no. This boy had pulled him from that pit—here, now, with this act. This boy was good. The boy was good, and the boy had come from him—so there must have been good in him, too. He smiled up again at his son, and for the first time, loved him. And for the first time in many long years, loved himself again, as well. (…)  

He focused on Luke once again, and saw his son was crying. Yes, that was it, he was tasting his boy’s grief—because he looked so horrible; because he was so horrible. But he wanted to make it all right for Luke, he wanted Luke to know he wasn’t really ugly like this, not deep inside, not all together. With a little self-deprecatory smile, he shook his head at Luke, explaining away the unsightly beast his son saw. “Luminous beings are we, Luke—not this crude matter.”

 -  Return of the Jedi Novel, by James Kahn.

snh-snh-snh:

I keep thinking oh man, I’m so immature. How am I allowed to be an adult.

Then I spend time with teenagers.

And it’s like, wow, okay, yeah. I am an adult. I am so adult. Look at me adulting all over the place.

theacademy:

Yesterday on a Reddit “Ask Me Anything”, Harrison Ford answered the most controversial Star Wars question as if he had never stopped playing the role of Han Solo. 

disheartens:

do you ever see clothing you really like and you just know you’ll look terrible in it 

sexybritishllama:

u know everyone always talks about sexual tension but is there such a thing as platonic tension

like ‘wow youre really cool and funny and i want to be your friend but i dont feel like we’re there yet im just gonna stand here and hope you engage me in conversation’