We Have Tales Of The Jedi And Tales Of The Empire, We Need Tales Of The Clones Featuring Backstories/training

two bros chilling in a bath tub 5 centimetres apart cause they’re not straight

He’s a BITCH

All my homies hate Clovis from Clone Wars.

In fact, Rush Clovis who? That name doesn't ring a bell, can't be canon? Must be from some fanfic, right? Right?

In fact, i need more mutuals who hate Clovis, reblog if you would kick him at least once.

The Great Lakes and Saint Lawrence River superimposed on a map of Europe

currently Feeling Things about the fact that jango’s armor isn’t silver by choice; when he was a member of the true mandalorians, he painted it to look like this

it’s only silver bc after his adoptive family was killed and he was sold into slavery, his armor was taken as a trophy and “””restored””” (i.e., stripped of paint and polished) by a wealthy collector. 

and yet, when he escaped slavery and took back his armor, he never bothered to paint it again. after this point, he also never reclaimed his title as mand’alor, never tried to regather the true mandalorians, and became more and more isolated from his people. it’s as if, in the same way his armor was stripped of the color and meaning he’d given it, jango too was stripped of his sense of identity and belonging as a mandalorian. as if he never again felt worthy of being that person again, or even appearing to be him, so he chose to keep his armor —and by extension himself—as a blank slate.

(also interesting that, upon inheriting his father’s armor, boba repainted it to recreate jango’s original design. maybe jango never saw himself as worthy after galidraan but his son sure did)

Shout out to the ten year old who just got diagnosed. Shout out to the housebound fourteen year old. Shout out to the eighteen year old who can’t go to the university they wanted. Shout out to the twenty two year old who can’t get a job. Shout out to the twenty six year old with a caretaker. Shout out to the thirty year old who can’t buy their own house.

Shout out to young disabled people. We exist.

Cooking horror game where you play as a cook working in the galley of a ship in the 1800s. There’s some kind of supernatural nautical horror story going on in the background but you barely notice this because you spend all day cooking in the galley.

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Me: I dunno how I feel about the Symbolism of Sith eyes becoming yellow, like, it’s really tricky for me to read a-character-becomes-Sith-but-are-still-good-actually fanfic when there’s such a blatant sign that the decision is a bad one. It’s a physical manifestation of a spiritual corruption, evil ruining the beauty that was once there. I can’t image that being handled in such a way as to- Fanfic: Obi-Wan’s eyes become 212th gold. Me, vibrating slightly: ……. Oh, worm?