poplitealqueen:

“You were Obi-Wan’s Padawan? How unlucky for you.”

I found a buttload of good reference pictures for Xan, and I’ve been going absolutely crazy tonight doodling him.

I think one of the best parts that is gonna come out of introducing Sithspawn Xanatos into Frisson is him and Anakin meeting.

Like, just imagine it…fuckin’ right? You just know as soon as Xanatos finds out that Anakin was Obi-Wan’s Padawan, he’s gonna make some snide jab at “Well, that explains your utter lack of skill” and Anakin will go ballistic.

Their exchanges are some of my favorites, ngl. They’re just so different and similar at once, it has to be interesting when they get thrown into a situation together.

(And if you’re wondering why Anakin has Ahsoka’s shoto in this, let’s just say I was thinking about a scene where Anakin and Ahsoka both have to fight Xanatos and somehow Anakin gets Ahsoka’s lightsaber *shrug* Peeps sharing lightsabers is one of my favorite things.)

The Great Flamingo Uprising

indirispeaks:

 told this story to a few guildies a while back and decided to archive it in a longer format; so here is the story of The Great Flamingo Uprising of 2010 as told to me by my favorite cousin who was a keeper at the time.

In addition to the aviary/jungle exhibit, our zoo has several species of birds that pretty much have the run of the place.  They started with a small flock of flamingos and some free-range peacocks that I’m almost certain came from my old piano teacher’s farm.  She preferred them to chickens.  At some point in time they also acquired a pair of swans and some ornamental asian duckies to decorate the pond next to the picnic area.  Pigeons, crows, assorted ducks and a large number of opportunistic Canada geese moved in on their own. 

Now; the ponds that dot the zoo property (I don’t remember how many there were but the one by the picnic area was the only one with swans) were also full of ginormous koi fish, some of whom by now are at least three feet long.  Sensing an opportunity to cash in on the koi, the zoo put up little vending machines all over the place that dispense handfuls of food pellets.  I swear to god the fish can hear the crank turning, and will show up at the nearest railing, blooping expectantly at whoever happens to be standing there and doing their best to appear starving and desperate. 

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Like this.^  And they weren’t the only ones who learned to associate the sound with the imminent arrival of food.  The Canada geese knew a good deal when they saw one, and have long since ceased to migrate.  They formed roving gangs of thug-geese and staked out their turf around the vending machines, ready to mug anyone with pocket change.  Picture yourself as a small child squaring off with bird fully prepared to strip search you while standing on your feet and yelling “HWAAAAAKK!!” in your face.  It’s traumatizing to you and deeply hilarious to your parents.

Anyway.

The flamingos had their spot near the zoo entrance and never seemed to mind the presence of the other birds, as they kept themselves to themselves and didn’t really like the taste of fish pellets.  The problem lay in that their shrimp pond was close to a vending machine.  Ordinarily that wouldn’t have been an issue at all, but eventually the goose population grew large enough that one of the gangs decided to annex it.  Being territorial little shits, they would harass the poor flamingos any time they strayed within ten feet of it.  The flamingos tolerated this for years until one day they snapped collectively.  Here’s a summary of the incident in chronological order.

1.) It was a hot day, so everyone in question both human and avian, were cranky by the time the zoo even opened.
2.) A few flamingos (let’s call them The Jets) strayed into the radius of the vending machine and were immediately confronted by the indignant hissing geese (The Sharks)
3.) Possibly due to heat and the simple fact that the geese had been giant douchebags for far too long, the flamingos decided fuck it, this time they were going to FIGHT BACK DAMMIT, and swarmed the geese en mass.
4.) Chaos ensued.  The geese were outnumbered 4 to 1 but had the advantage of being able to scream for back-up. 
5.) Hearing the shrieking Canada geese and the bellowing of the enraged flamingos, the peacocks came to the conclusion that the apocalypse had come upon them and began to gather in the surrounding trees in droves and wail in despair.  Or cheer them on, whichever.
6.) NOISE
7.) Apparently one of the siege tactics employed by the geese is to shit explosively all over the sidewalks. Never in the grass. 
8.) The geese, having secured reinforcements from all over the zoo, went berserk and proceeded to attack EVERYBODY who had come to watch be they human or otherwise.
9.) The flamingos were chasing/being chased by the geese through the crowd accompanied by cheers/wails from the peacocks in the box seats.
10.) Complete pandemonium when the zoo tram became stalled on the tracks by the flamingo pond due to battling birds.  The Jets, sensing these were somehow reinforcements on the side of the Sharks, charged the tram.  Adults were doing the duck and cover.  So were the ducks.  Small children were screaming, adding to the noise.  People were slipping on goose shit and hitting the ground in the fetal position, only to be stampeded by the rampaging flamingos.
11.) The koi continued to bloop hopefully for food.
12.) Two of the geese were cornered by a rival gang of their own and were chased into the swan pond.  Cue slow-motion.
13.) The swans detected an enemy presence in their territory and by god, SOMEBODY was going to PAY. 
14.) The staff were having no luck in breaking up the fight and on the verge of giving up and just building another zoo elsewhere when the hellbirds stormed the battlefield to dispense feathered justice.
15.) The uprising was squashed in less than two minutes.  Number of casualties was unknown, feathers were flying everywhere and there was enough goose shit to build another bird.  One staff member had been knocked to the ground.  Several children were traumatized, probably for life.  The zoo eventually removed the vending machine by the flamingos. 

The geese went back to being giant douchebags.

ladygrumbles:

trenchcoats-anonymous:

equestrianrepublican:

bagged-a-bazooka:

koboreruyaiba:

love-inpursuit:

addictsgirl:

hyourinmaruice:

castieltheangelic:

doctorwho-the-fuck-are-you:

HoLy FuCk

1) I LOVE HIS ACCENT. IT’S BEAUTIFUL.

2) PLEASE WATCH THIS. I LITERALLY HAVE TEARS STREAMING DOWN MY FACE. YOU WILL NOT REGRET THIS. JUST WATCH X’D

oh my god I cannot breathe

what the fuck?!

Ooooommmmmggggggggggg I’m ded

@bagged-a-bazooka

Oh my fucking god

It’s back.

“‘Lift her skirt’ Oh for fuck’s sake”

Thank you Jesus, it’s back in my life 🙏

hello I am here to tell you about Worst Time Traveller Han Solo, possibly post-TFA, grumpily rolling through the Clone Wars and accidentally earning a Reputation for knowing, strangely, exactly where to invest his money and what to do when confronted with Completely Unexpected Events. also, for some reason, he keeps running into baby-Vader a lot. STOP SHOOTING AT ME, yells Anakin, possibly just before they find themselves in another hot mess. sorry, force of habit, says Han.

punsbulletsandpointythings:

the-last-hair-bender:

yol-ande:

buckygreyjoy:

hamelin-born:

also, at least once, somebody’s like “ok dude you’re a bit TOO accurate with your blaster shots as Anakin keeps complaining, lemme take your midichlorian count” “midi WHAT NOW” “I mean, you’re clearly Force-sensitive” “NO I’M NOT IT’S LUCK.”

Anakin has found his next Padawan! (Bonus if timetraveler!Han is the biological age he would have been during the actual Clone Wars – which would have been between five and ten, I think. )

okay, so you’ve got two very interesting ways that could pan out:

ONE. Han Solo either remains the same age he was when he died or the same age he was post-ROTJ when he’s dragged back in time to the Clone Wars. he wakes up somewhere on the planet that Starkiller Base used to be way back in the Clone Wars with lots of vibrant green forests and even a small thriving spaceport, finds some poor sonuvabitch with a ship, and talks his way onto it. conveniently, shit goes down and they crash-land on a planet being battled over by the Separatists and the Republic, and Han somehow finds himself face-to-face with Anakin goddamn motherfucking Skywalker.

he spends like a day in the brig of a Republic cruiser with a nasty bruise bc he shot at baby-Vader out of instinct. (that’s what he will forever use to refer to Anakin Skywalker in his head. Anakin is pissed bc of the baby part, mostly. Han is goggling at him.)

also, he prob uses a false alias, bc Han Solo currently is a tiny eight-year-old happily rolling around on Corellia.

TWO. Han Solo wakes up eight years old, on Corellia, and spends about ten minutes screaming into his pillow because NOT AGAIN. and then he v quietly runs away from home – it’s fine bc home is kind of terrible, anyway – and stows away onto a ship.

the ship gets shot down over a Separatist-controlled planet, Han finds a blaster, and then runs right into Anakin goddamn motherfucking Skywalker. Anakin, seeing a small eight-year-old stowaway, immediately decides to try and get this kid out of this absolute warzone. Han shoots at him and misses bc eight-year-old body does not have the muscle memory and rock-solid aim of seventy-plus-year-old body.

and then Anakin has to save this tiny little runaway child who is also beating angrily on his chest like LEMME GO and screaming obscenities that children should not know but smugglers-turned-war heroes-turned-smugglers again do. Han does not know what the hell kind of shit he’s landed himself in this time, but he does know he has a Very Bad Feeling about all this.

Consider this:

Han Solo doesn’t become Anakin’s Padawan. Anakin still has Ahsoka, and will have Ahsoka for couple of years (at least if she stays with Jedi)

But Obi-Wan Kenobi, who is still recuperating after ten or so years of having Padawan who was BATSHIT INSANE takes one look at very scrappy, shoot-first-and-ask-question-never, 8 going 60-years-old Han Solo, and goes “oh yes” and “Oh no

I’m only saying here, Anakin absolutely destroyed Obi-Wan’s ability to train somewhat normal Padawans. He would be terribly bored with them a week into their apprenticeship. Obi-Wan needs a little excitement in his life.

Han Solo, on the other hand, very quickly learns that Luke doesn’t necessarily takes all his quirks and stunts after Anakin, and starts thinking he would be better off with Skywalker, HOLY SHIT, how everyone would thing Obi-Wan was anything other than insane, baby Vader looks tame compared to him.

Yeeeeessssss

“Wait, wait, wait, Old Man slow the fuck down! We can’t just— oh for Fuck’s sakes!”

“Language.” Obi-Wan chastises, from the top of tank he has just felled through increasingly stupid and reckless means.

Han honestly wishes Luke and Leia where here to see this /bullshit/. Wise old mentor and respected General HIS ASS, Kenobi is crazy!

Suddenly have a need for fic of Qui-Gon and his clones, idk

punsbulletsandpointythings:

Short, but hopefully sweet? Warning, lots of swearing.


             “A-And
then…and then he fucking JUMPED INTO THE PIT!” Rex scrubs his hand over his
face and then drops his face into his folded arms, his other hand still clamped
firmly around his bottle. Next to him, Cody scoffs, sways slightly, and
counters, “General Kenobae literally stood in front of a canon. An ion canon.
That was about to FIRE. Beat fucking that.”

             Rex lets
loose a string of drunken curses, and downs the rest of his drink, tapping the
now empty bottle, signalling for another. “Fuckin’ Jedi.”

             “Well,”
Cody shoots Wolffe what would, on any other, more sober occasion, be a sly
look, “I’m not. Yet. But―”

             “Shut the
fuck right up,” Wolffe growls. He looks haggard and even more pissed off than
usual, which is saying something. “I swear. That stupid fucking man has no self―…self―…self-preservation
instinct at all! Oh no, Wolffe, he says. I’m fine, he fucking says, while fucking BLEEDING from his side and
none of us can find Med or remember where exactly Kel Dor hearts are located!!”

             Rex and
Cody both pat their elder bother’s shoulders sympathetically. On Rex’s other
side, someone coughs, and they all turn to see a forth clone, haggard and
hollowed eyed.

             “You all
can stop fucking complaining,” he growls, dropping down into the empty seat
next to Rex and looking to the bar-tender. “Absolute strongest you’ve got.” He
turns his attention back to the others and demands, “Did you know General Jinn
TAUGHT General Kenobi?”

             There is
a long pause, as the three all stare at Sinker, Rex and Cody with dawning looks
of horror and comprehension.

             “Oh no,”
Rex breathes.

             “Fuck,”
Cody swears.

             Sinker
just nods, and downs the glance the bartender gives him. “Fucking got sold into
slavery. On purpose. Without telling us. For two months,” he growls. “And then,
he comes back with three kids, four adults, and a cat the size a small
mountain, all of whom still haven’t stopped following him around.”

             He downs
his second drink.

             The
others stare.

             Wolffe
breaks the silence. “You poor fucker.”

             Cody and
Rex nod in somber agreement. Sinker just groans again, and slumps against the
counter.

Book-publishing’s naughty secret

romancingthebookworm:

respectingromance:

There is no reason for this piece in The Economist. No news, no new study, it’s just a completely random article. 

¯_(ツ)_/¯

It’s… okay?… coverage. It at least makes an effort to not blithely demean readers, with the usual “romance novels make money! romance readers are early adopters of new technology!” lines that we’ve all come to know. But it includes the obligatory mention of Fifty Shades of Grey and the obligatory use of clearly old romance cover art in a story about the modern genre. 

This little chestnut, at least, was new to me:

Because all romance novels are united by two guiding principles—the centrality of an initially-troubled relationship, and a happy ending—they have been written off as formulaic and light reads in contrast to literary fiction. Critics are on firmer ground here. The median reader spends a paltry three to six days devouring a romance book; this rises to between one and three weeks for literary novels and to between three and six weeks for a work of non-fiction.

Romance readers, did you know that you deserve criticism because you read too fast

OMG. I had NO idea I was in error because of my quick reading! How kind of The Economist to let us know!

Book-publishing’s naughty secret

Unspoken Rules of being a clone

deadcatwithaflamethrower:

the-last-hair-bender:

punsbulletsandpointythings:

sauntering-down:

makinitupasigetalong:

  1. Brothers fight together and help one another
  2. Never let harm come to another brother if you can prevent it
  3. Never tell the jedi if you’re having nightmares
  4. Never tell the jedi about the mini-golf course the ARC’s built in the Couresaunt barracks.
  5. If the jedi get weird, just roll with it.

6. Do not eat anything the Wolfpack provides you without extensive questioning first unless it’s in its original packaging.  If you’re told ‘don’t ask’, don’t eat it.

7. Yes, regaining consciousness on the floor of the refresher, covered in blood, with various injuries and/or no memory of what you were doing the night before is one of those things that should be reported to a medic.

8. Your mouth is not a field toxin test.

9. Trading armor with one of your brothers and swapping identities for the day is an acceptable form of entertainment, just try not to get deployed with the wrong battalion.

10. Share your contraband.

Oh my god I need so many armor-swap fics PLEASE

Jfc I need all the goddamn armor swap fics. All of them.

5:  Applies particularly to the 212th, 7th Sky, and the 501st.  Daily.

6.  Wolffe is a lying asshole who is far too entertained by watching brothers try to eat Kel Dor rations.  Do not trust him unless he’s telling you to do something involving killing clankers.

7. DAMMIT FIVES, WE MEANT WHAT WE SAID THE FIRST SIX TIMES THIS HAPPENED TO YOU.

8. GODSDAMMIT, FIVES!

9.  Rex and Cody do this one day that’s supposed to be a nice, quiet, off-day of no battles.  Then shit hits the fan.  Cody has an awesome day of basically getting to act like a crazy person, which he usually represses because Dignity and Commanding Officer; Rex basically spends his day trying to figure out how Cody does his job WITHOUT acting like a crazy person, because what even is all this shit, how do you even–why is this even a thing??

(Also he’s kind of terrified they’ll promote him, because he’s good at it.  Kenobi isn’t allowed to say a word. No. Do not. Will blow you daily for the rest of the war, just PLEASE DO NOT TELL CODY I CAN DO HIS JOB.)

10. Cody and Rex get so drunk afterwards.

Darth Vex and the Jedi Council being Very Polite to Each Other Because We Are Adult Beings Who Have Manners. (dammit)

hamelin-born:

Emergency sessions of the High Jedi Council were not unknown; nevertheless, said meetings, as of late, were being called with a distressing regularity. War waited for no sentient.

“We’re being sued.” Depa Billaba flatly informed her former Master as the latter hastily took his seat.

Mace Windu blinked. “What?” The dark-skinned Jedi demanded.

***

“…and therefore, under Article Seven, Chapter Six of the Colonial Reformations Act, my client requests and requires that the Jedi Order – hereafter referred to as the defendant – release the accumulated contraband that they have illegally seized and withheld from their legal owner, to wit, the organization known as the Order of the Sith.” The lawyer – a grey-skinned humanoid sentient, impeccably dressed in the latest business wear, looked up from his holo-reader at the accumulated Jedi. “My client further demands legal reimbursement for the defendant’s wrongful possession of said cultural artifacts including, but not limited to, seventeen holocrons, two Sith abattars, one Tzuhakk broadsword, Darth Zygres’ Compendium of Life Codes, five Sith Lightsabers, One Sith Saberstaff, a suit of orbalisk armor, twelve volumes of of the poetry of Lord Obtenaru – “ The list droned on.

The collected attention of the High Jedi Council was not on the attorney (one of Courscant’s finest). It was instead fixed squarely on the black-robed man seated behind and slightly to the side of his employee.

Darth Vex met their stare with a dispassionate gaze that conveyed nothing more then slight amusement. The Sith Lord leaned forward, whispering momentarily into his lawyer’s ear – the sentient paused, nodding slightly become continuing smoothly. “ – as well as reparations for an unprovoked assault upon his person as well as his private property by the defendant, who are further charged with issuing unlawful orders further unratified by the Galactic Senate – “

“This is absurd!” Surprisingly, it was Shaak Ti who finally snapped. “This man is a Sith, and therefore subject to the jurisdiction of the Jedi Order – “

“Ah.” The lawyer – Selachi Elim – smiled. “Galactic law does not condemn condemn sentients for their political or organizational affiliations, only their actions. And, according to Galactic Law, Lord Vex has not committed any crimes”

“You’re saying that it’s not illegal to be a Sith.” Kit Fistro stated flatly.

“That is correct. And any attempts at introducing new legislature thereof in order to retrospectively condemn my client will be faced with the strongest possible penalties by the Galactic Court, I can promise you that much.” Elim paused for a brief moment.

“And what proof do we have that this man is a Sith?” Depa Billaba demanded. “He is a dark-sider, of that we have no doubt, but the Sith Order was historically eradicated some thousand years ago – “

“The Jedi Council issued orders to, and I quote – “ Selachi fished a document from his reader. “’Take the Sith Lord located on Nohir into custody’. You have further continued to acknowledge and refer to his as a ‘Sith Lord’ throughout our tenure in this chamber – “ The lawyer nodded at Shaak Ti, who went suddenly pale. “ – thus legally recognizing and confirming his status as a member of the Order of the Sith.”

Darth Vex’s countenance was scrupulously neutral.

The expressions on the faces of the High Jedi Council were less so.

*sits and cackles loudly* Go Vex!

darkersolstice:

dykevanian:

I love that graham crackers were invented 100s of years ago as part of this reverend’s life plan of depriving yourself of anything remotely exciting (masturbation, spicy food, or just food with any seasoning whatsoever basically) and nowadays its used as a base for some of the most rich and decadent desserts ever, completely against its original and intended purpose (keepin’ down the urges). History completely owned the shit out of Reverend Graham and perverted his crackers beyond his comprehension lmfao

#screw your ascetic existence we’re making s’mores ( nimblermortal)

grimdarkthroes:

realslimcaity:

IHust wiOke upmy whol hOUSSe

I’m telling this story again b/c fuck it but anyways I was playing D&D and one of my friends went “brown bear brown bear what do you see” and on cue three of us turn to him and like, death metal screech “ALLLL”.

The dude goes completely pale faced. I saw true horror in his eyes. 

He didn’t know the joke.

So apparently dude just had three of his best friends demonically screech at him for no goddamn reason.

I do not think I will ever cause that level of sheer terror and confusion ever again in my life.