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“The lightsaber tells the galaxy that the Jedi are not destroyers. We are protectors.”

Star Wars #25 

I want one of those scenes in a dude bro film where “tomboy” chick has to wear a dress to go undercover or whatever, but instead of the guys drooling as she walks down the stairs, they’re like “k. U need to stop. Go put the cargo pants back on. You look super uncomfortable and awkward in that. Brutus, you go be the fake prostitute.”

Humans are eldritch. They can sing a thousand voices, and they only started space exploration after more than two hundred years of trying to fix their own sick planet. They are guilt-driven, reckless and incredibly terrifying. They scare themselves for fun, they have deadly sports, and they are willing to almost die just to see if something can work.

No other intelligent species we know does that. No one almost killed their entire planet for the sake of profits, and no one discovered they could sing it back to life. No one is fascinated by unknown and terrific creatures that would certainly destroy everything and everyone, much less create art about the mere idea of it. No one dedicates so much of their craft for incomprehensible arts that can only be felt.

The entire universe’s medicine has changed since they arrived. We had to discover ways of erasing memory, of calming someone in the blink of an eye, because human art can make someone so sick they might never recover from it. Rumours spread, and humans were now feared. Everything about them became something terrific.

We knew they felt guilty, from almost killing their homeplanet, but that? That art, those hundreds of thousands of ideas of things that could never be, but still could be thought about? Those hands, smudged with toxic paint and oils, used to create imaginary things that looked too real to be imaginary? Their bodies, almost fragile almost strong bodies, that adapted to everything and could be broken down for the sake of things they deemed as beautiful? That did not came from guilt. It came within their own terrifying natures, along their hundred voices that could heal, along their silence that could destroy, along everything they ever created.

But still, when everyone feared them, humans did not try to attack. They did not try to cover themselves once again with blood. They did not do anything with violence. Despite everything, humanity was kind.

They helped with medicine, with their vaccines. They helped with technology, with their reckless nature of wanting to see if something can explode. They helped with art, by showing their own, and admiring ours.

They helped with history, for their obsession with the past did not allow them to not want to know more. They helped with restauration, for their guilt made them want to stop anyone from making mistakes similar to theirs. They helped with war, for not doing it. They helped with the universe, for despite everything, they still loved.

Humans are eldritch, for everything was set so they could once again use violence, but they did not. Humans are eldritch, because they themselves think they are evil, but still, they do not commit to it. Humans are eldritch, and they will help you out when you need it - just ignore their pets, for they have an obsession with befriending any and all creatures.

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Tv show AU - gag reel

Jesse: shh! Here comes Dogma.

Dogma: *walks in eating a HUGE sandwich that was NOT in the original script*

*cut take*

Dogma: *walks in with comically large sunglasses like nothing’s going on*

*cut take*

Dogma: *slides in on heelys and eating ice cream*

*cut*

Dogma: *walks in pointing at Jesse* BITCH

*camera pans to Jesse rolling on the floor breathless with laughter*

“Hey I love your story! Is it okay if I draw-“ 

YES. PLEASE, GOD, YES, DRAW IT. DRAW IT AND SHOW ME. I WILL BEG YOU FOR IT.

idea: scene with two characters eagerly stripping each other clearly about to bone, but they keep getting interrupted by finding carefully concealed weapons in each other’s clothing, so they keep just unholstering, revealing and unstrapping increasingly ludicrous amounts of hidden guns and knives as the clothes come off, and it’s lowkey killing the mood a little

I like to imagine that at least once during the clone wars someone sent a report to General Kenobi and a very tired Master Kenobi just graded it and sent it back.

tired of seeing people saying that the Jedi Council was to blame for pretty much everything in the prequels and people defending the Jedi having to put a little disclaimer at the beginning of their posts like ‘yes the Jedi were flawed/weren’t perfect, but—’ because some people don’t get that’s the whole concept of humanity so now I’m going to say that the Order WAS perfect actually. flawless. the Council has never done anything wrong ever. blameless and irreproachable. precious angels all of them. I hope these words make someone extremely mad

Boga likes Cody pass it on

I love the trope where Fox casually mentions something horrible the Coruscant Guards are subjected too, because to him it’s just routine, and all the other commanders go “wtf vod that’s not normal, how long has this been going on?”, but I can’t stop thinking about the other way around.

Like they mention something about how long their shifts are, how much they get to eat, or how they get bed rest and medicine when they’re injured, and Fox just goes “Wait, you guys are getting 7 hours of sleep? You’re not half-starving all the time? You don’t have to go back on duty when you’re hurt and you get decent healthcare?”

Cody mentions how General Kenobi will drag his ass to his quarters if he overworks himself, Wolffe tells about that time Plo Koon brought pastries for his whole batallion, Rex sighs about the battles he’s missed because General Skywalker basically gave Kix full authority over the troops when they’re hurt/sick, and Fox is staring at them like “You’re kidding me, right? This has to be some elaborate prank you made up, because our superiors would never treat clones that well. Come on you can stop, I won’t fall for something so obvious.”

His brothers get concerned fast.