#phone yeeted

[cyanide-sodapop]

me every time i see a fictional character that’s remotely attractive: OH SHIT HE’S CUTE😰😰

goodbye sanity👋👋

[izzystizzys]

TW: discussion of something approximating suicidal tendencies but with the usual crack programming of this blog

“Ah, High General Windu”, says Fox, pleasantly. “So we meet again.”

High General Windu raises an unimpressed eyebrow at him, Fox thinks, though it’s getting hard to tell with all the blood rushing to his head. “If I let you go, will you try to throw yourself out of another window?”

Fox makes a vague shrugging motion - or tries to, anyways. It’s hard to tell where any of his limbs are going, hanging upside down in the air as he is. “I am willing to discuss terms.” A bridge will do just fine.

Impossibly, the High General’s eyebrows climb even further up his forehead. “A compromise, then, esteemed Commander.” And so, he righths Fox the head way up in the air, but leaves him floating just above the ground, at which point several painted shells come skidding around the corner followed by billowing robes and screeches.

“WHAT”, says Kote, calmly, “THE BANTHA-KARKED, FORCE-LOVING KRIFF, FOX.”

“You’ll short out your helmet mic”, Fox advises him, sagely. Fondly, he thinks back to decimating his own on only his second time in the newly-christened official Coruscant Guard Scream Closet. He’d just received the comm about the Zillo Beast being transported to 000, and made sure to take his bucket off thereafter to improve the quality of his closet time.

High General Windu’s face does something complicated between sympathy and constipation.

Because the Galaxy doesn’t hate Fox enough already and Cody wasn’t enough on his own, Wolffe elbows his way through their batch to plant himself in front of him, shoulders squared and shaking with repressed rage. “If you try that again, dickhead”, he begins, in a low growl that quite frankly sounds more cringe that intimidating, “I’m going to resurrect you and then kill you again.”

“Ah, Wolffe”, Plo Koon says, in his deep, shivery timbre, “Remember our conversations about effective conflict resolution and communication of needs?”

Wolffe’s eyes narrow at Fox, because all non-Guard are sweet summer children who walk around buckets off on 000 like absolute lunatics. Fox prays they never have to find out why that’s a bad idea. “I feel”, his ori’vod presses out between clenched teeth, “that if you make me watch you throw yourself out of another window, I’m going to jump after you and strangle you on the way down, you little bitch.”

“That’s fair”, says Fox, and watches High General Kenobi bury his face in his hands. Wolffe twitches in place and makes an aborted groaning noise, the hypocrite.

“Excuse me, High Marshall Commander Fox, but I fail to see what’s so dire about this situation that the Jedi High Council and your brothers cannot help you solve”, says Windu, the only sane one left on this Force-forsaken bloated corpse of a planet. Behind the gaggle of Jedi and ori’vode already gathered in front of Fox, the rest of them come veering around the corner in a commotion that’s quite frankly embarrassing. High General Yoda is mounted on Skywalker’s back like he’s a race-Eopie, which is Fox’ only consolation.

He got up this morning at 0300, bleary-eyed and with a pounding headache as always, and all was right in the world. And then Fox got called into the Jedi High Council’s chambers and was ceremoniously informed that in the wake of Chancellor Palpatine’s unfortunate demise (hah), and through the emergency state of the Senate, as well as several invented promotions foisted on Fox to make the delegation of any and all paperwork less shady, he was now next in the chain of command and-

Well, Fox is the acting Chancellor, in short.

Haha, he had said, and been meet with several seconds of silence, until it got both awkward and exceedingly painful. Wait, he’d said. You’re kriffing serious.

Kriffing serious, we are, had said High General Yoda, and thus Fox launched himself out the first best window with a maniacal cackle of, you’ll have to catch me first!

And catch him, High General Windu sure did.

“The will of the Force this is”, Yoda interrupts Fox’ train of thought. He scans him thoughtfully from beneath his wizened brow, and hems to himself. “Shake things up, this will. Determine the fate of the Galaxy, this shall. A feeling, I have, that a good Chancellor you will make. A better one, hmmm.”

“That’d be high praise, if not for the fact that a dead lemming would make for a better Chancellor than the last one”, says Fox, drawing and indignant gasp from Skywalker. He doesn’t bother with either that or the green goblin’s cackle, lost in the deep sense of resignation that settles over his shoulders like a suffocating blanket.

“Alright, then, get me Thorn on the comm. As my first act in office, I’m firing all the Jedi. No offense, but you’re kind of a disaster. Then, someone get me to the Chancellor’s office, I’m calling Dooku to let him know the war’s off. And please get me Judicial, they’ll be up all night working on my datafolders - I’m having the Senate arrested.”

“Who - is - arresting - “, Bly pants, hands on his knees from where he’s just come sprinting around the corner with his Jedi.

Underneath his bucket, Fox smiles a smile that’s all teeth. “The Senate”, he says, sweetly, wondering if he’s just imagined the shiver that’s gone through the room. “I’m suing the Senate, and taking them all into temporary custody for abuse of sentient rights.”

[samijey]

When an interaction is so awkward it circles around into being adorable

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

picturing the lester family gathered in their lounge and phil just laying on the floor staring at his phone giggling and kicking his feet in the air while reblogging devan fanart

[thetragicallynerdy]

i have one friend who calls me, out of the blue, no warning. and some people say 'could this have been a text' but no, it couldn't have, i needed to hear the catch in your voice when you say 'i'm sorry for calling but i'm so fucking tired' and you needed to hear the way my voice strives for gentleness as i tell you 'i'm sorry lovely, i know shit's tough right now' and it's always tough, you have two kids and a job and your dog is dying but it won't always be like this. you'll call instead at three pm on a Thursday, so you can say 'me and the toddler are at the park by the swings and did you want to come and meet us?' and i will always say yes. i hope that i will always be there to answer the phone. i hope that you never stop calling me when you're driving home and you need to cry because you don't want to do bathtime with your five year old while you're crying. i hope that you call me to tell me about the conversation you had with your husband, and how much you love him, and to say 'what are you doing tomorrow, do you have time to come over while my daughter is napping? it feels like it's been a while.'

i do want to come over. keep calling me. i'll keep answering.

[five-and-dimes]

Sleeping Beauty-esque au where Dream wants to Stop Living but doesn’t want to go through making someone be his replacement (being Dream of the Endless is so hard, how cruel would it be to subject that role to someone else?) and it occurs to him that he is the Dreaming and the Dreaming is him so what if he just… took one of those out of the equation? As long as there is a Dreaming then technically there is a Dream even if he’s not human-shaped anymore and so one day he goes into one of the gardens and he lays down and closes his eyes and lets Dream the Person sink into Dream the Place. 

Matthew comes looking for him and gets lost because his magic-raven-senses, which are supposed to always know where Dream is, are telling him he’s everywhere?? And finally he stumbles upon a body, still breathing but with moss and ivy and briars slowly growing around him, a living body being reclaimed by nature and Matther naturally freaks the fuck out, clawing at the plants and pecking at Dream’s hands and pulling his hair to try to wake him but all it does is make the ivy grow faster and he’s pushed back by a gust of wind that feels like a sigh. 

Cursing as loud as a raven is capable of, he books it back to Lucienne, and it takes a few minutes for her to make sense of his panicked cawing but then she is dropping the book in her hands and rushing to call anyone she can think of, which includes both the rest of the Endless and also one particular immortal human because that’s how desperate she feels. 

And then it’s a line of people taking turns sitting next to Dream the Body, gently pushing back the greenery around him, some of them sobbing when they see how the plants are starting to grow through him, and the body is still breathing but it’s decomposing, sinking deeper into the landscape, and it’s hard to tell but they think Fiddler’s Green is crying, pleading with the Dreaming itself to walk on two legs again. 

I think eventually Hob, who has been coming and speaking every night in his sleep, trying to bribe and barter and goad his friend to come back to them, finally snaps when he comes and sees Dream’s body completely covered by moss and vines, looking for all the world like just an uneven patch of field, and he thrusts his hands into the earth and physically tears Dream out, standing and dragging him away from the plants that reach to take him back, and he starts sobbing and screaming about how Dream isn’t getting rid of him that easily, Hob is immortal by stubbornness alone, if Dream thinks he won’t fall in love with a goddamn patch of grass he’s got another thing coming, he wants Dream to walk with him and live with him, but if he has to marry Dream the Place then that’s what he’ll do, he will make the realm itself his husband and spend eternity nurturing it, give whole new meaning to the term “husbandry”. And the ivy is crawling up Dream’s body, trying to pull him out of Hob’s arms, but before it can cover Dream’s face Hob is kissing him for all he’s worth. 

And then the ivy slows, and the wind seems to shudder, and the land is still but Hob thinks he feels a separating within it, like the red sea parting beneath a blessed hand, and it takes a moment, because so much of Dream has spread like roots throughout the Dreaming and it’s hard in so many different ways to pull it all back into himself, but Hob holds him through it, peppering his face with kisses as the earth falls away from his withered body and being a person again hurts, but Hob’s love soothes it like a balm. 

And then he awakens, opening his eyes for the first time in months, cradled in Hob’s arms, with soft memories of everyone who had tried to bring him back because they wanted him back, and he is still so tired, but. But maybe, he thinks, being awake, being here, is not so bad if there is someone to hold him like this.

Hob kisses him again.

[snowydragon10]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE'S LORE IN THE LIVESTREAM?!?!?!?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE MERCENARIES ARE HACKING??!?!?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!?!?!?!

[distance-does-not-matter]

haven’t posted in a minute so update:

- sleepy

- more medical stuff happening

- school stuff happening

- being brave

- learning harp

[tvntheatre]

lalalalalaaaaa

hello once again, tumblr user @ballcrusher74

... So anyway, I'm still impressed I managed to make these. Al and Tixton drawn without reference by memory, Jawbreaker drawn with some reference that I no longer had at the time I decided to color. By the way fuck you phone camera, the greys I drew on the jacket are unreadable now because I had to edit it to look clearer.

Various close ups, because I hate my phone camera and I can't afford a scanner. Mobile Tumblr please don't fuck up the format

[myogi-nightkids]

[devilbeez]

Headcannon collection #6

The first year have a game they play

It called “who said the dumb shit”

A game where Mc complies months of shit the nrc boys said and have the first year guess who said it

Bonus point if they know the context

Yuu: that sound like a you problem

Ace: easy, Azul

Epel: I double that

Jack: I can also see Leona senpai

Yuu: Jack you gotta stop letting Ace and Epel win, they’re in the lead

Jack: I’M NOT DOING IT INTENTIONALLY

Yuu: that’s disgusting, get change

Sebek: Silver.

Ace: no way, I say Riddle

Epel: mm Vil

Sebek: no, it was Silver, it was to me

Yuu: good on you for remembering

Yuu: this is a fun one, “call him that again and I will end your worthless existence you uncultured swine”

Ace: that’s unfair the option is literally infinite

Deuce: ……I’m guess— Azul? I don’t know

Sebek: why does this sound familiar

Epel: because someone like Riddle of Vil would say it?

Jack: it’s a threat so Leona senpai?

Sebek: OH! *jump on the chair excitedly* WAIT! THAT’S WAKASAMA WHEN LEONA SENPAI KEEP CALLING A GROTESQUE A GARGOYLE!

Yuu: 5 point to Sebek, he got that right on the money

Yuu: “birthday party is pretty occult like”

Epel: Rook

Deuce: definitely

Ace: yeah that some room senpai shit

Jack: Ruggie senpai

Yuu: surprisingly, it’s Ruggie.

Sebek: is it that one time we accidentally gave Savanaclaw catnip?

Yuu: yes

[smolsleepyfox]

Working in a musical archive and digitizing stuff is really just:

- put in a tape

- do something else while it unwinds & rewinds

- press record

- forget you turned up the volume for editing

- EXTREMELY LOUD HARMONICA

[samijey]

triple h you listen to me RIGHT NOW you can't draft Ilja to RAW you can't you can't you can't just the thought of him ever interacting with Jey or Sami is making me want to expLODE

[boxwinebaddie]

hello nina nation! sorry for the radio silence, but i’m running around at my new job a lot ( which i LOVE btw! i spend all day with the littles and hand out lots of ice pops to overheated kids and get drawn lots of pictures! ) so i fell asleep v early yday by accident.

pls note that i am working on my asks and am very excited about them ( there is an important lore one i’m stoked to finish aaa i’m taking extra time on it )

…i just ( smh ) keep getting distracted thinking about how iconique the When Worlds Collide HCU / Ravesey / OJV / Ewily/RSB stan-kyle swap crossover episode would be like it would go SOOOOO HARD GUYS

[pechaberriesandsoju]

HOUGH HAZBIN JUMP SCARE ON THE DASH FUCK

[faebaex]

Every MasterChef event I get this 🤏 much closer to quitting the game.

Why?

THIS.

Every MasterChef event it's such a pain to get the SRs for me for no reason 😭 the biggest waste of a 10 key and for what??

The gatcha mocks me and I don't like it 💀