So I Was Talking With @evaceratops And May We Present….. Jedi Shaming, Or, The Signs Each Clone Commander

Anakin: *sensing Ahsoka*

Ahsoka: *through the Force* “Anakin you better keep your FUCKING mouth shut”

People allergic to peanuts: keep peanuts as far away from me as possible or I'll die

People allergic to shellfish: no shrimp pls I don't wanna die today

Lactose intolerant people:*while eating ice cream* the weight of my sins drags me closer to hell but I sit in a throne higher than God's

Epilogue

[Shot of Anakin, traipsing down the Temple hallways, wearing a flower crown and humming to himself]  Obi-Wan: [being interviewed mockumentary-style] Yes, fortunately, I was able to convince Anakin to talk with me about his feelings and fears, and we were able to uncover the secret of the mysterious Sith Lord just in time, and destroy him. [Anakin, in the background, spinning with his arms in the air] …and now Anakin sort of can’t stop sharing his feelings. [awkward smile] Mace: [being interviewed] We really dodged a blaster bolt there. If the Chancellor had been able to turn Anakin to the Dark Side, and dismantle the Republic? Chaos. [shakes head] We owe Skywalker an enormous debt of gratitude. [sighs] So we’re…just going to have to deal with…this.  Padme: [forcing a smile] Oh it’s been wonderful, being able to be more open about Anakin with everyone. And Ani, he’s…he’s just so…showy! The other day he sent a string quartet to my office. [obvious stifling mild irritation] While I was on a very important holo-call.  Anakin: [approaching Mace] Good morning, Master Windu. [placing his hands on his shoulders] I just wanted you to know that you are wise, and powerful, and I admire you immensely. [embraces him]  Mace: [grimacing] Skywalker, I’m very proud of you, but if you hug me again today, I am going to have to kill you.  Anakin: [smiling serenely] Of course. May the Force be with you. [sticks a daisy behind Mace’s ear] [scoops Yoda up off the floor and carries him off on his back]  Shaak Ti: [to the camera] Skywalker is…well he’s very…kind. He painted this for me. [holds up an amazing oil painting of Shaak Ti fighting battle droids] This is the 15th one of these he’s made for me. It’s…a lot. We’re all extremely happy for him, and grateful of course. But we’re glad we can still foist him off on Master Kenobi a lot of the time.  Obi-Wan: [to the camera] Yes, Anakin is truly full of light and happiness now that there is balance in the Force. And he wants to tell us all about it. All the time. And after the war ended, he and I, you know, we finally sat down and had a very open discussion about our relationship. Then we didn’t leave our quarters for about three and a half weeks. [clears his throat]  Anakin: [sitting next to him, petting his hair] You are a luminous presence in the Force, you’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, and every time I look at your face I feel like I might die.  Obi-Wan: [still looking at the camera, quietly] …thank you, Anakin.   Ahsoka: [to the camera] Well, once things got back to normal on Coruscant I stopped by the Temple to see how everyone was doing. You know, I may not be a Jedi anymore but obviously I still care about them. I asked if there was anything I could do. [flatly] They made it very clear they’d appreciate some help with Master Skywalker.  Anakin: [charging at her and lifting her into the air] Snips! [sets her down] You are bold, and brave, and I’m so proud of you that I can’t…I can’t… Ahsoka: OK, that’s not – Anakin: [bawling] I just love you all so much. I feel like my soul is going explode.  Ahsoka: [hugging him and patting his back] OK…you’re…it’s OK. [looks at the camera helplessly] 

“Obi-Wan picked up Anakin’s lightsaber. He lifted his own as well, weighting them in his hands. Anakin had based his design upon Obi-Wan’s. So similar they were. “

I am not less. I am more.

Me @ Lucasfilm it’s not that hard you guys 

I just wanted to inform you how much of a lesbian I am for your fem!andreil, they’re gorgeous.

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Bruce is not hiding.

He’s simply…. giving Damian an opportunity to brush up on his sleuthing skills. It’s a warm gesture of affection— one that happened to involve him slipping silently into the den with a pint of chocolate chip cookie dough clutched to his chest. He’s beyond grateful that the lights are dimmed to the lowest setting and the loud, abrasive program Steph’s watching is turned up almost all the way.

This gives him room to be a bit clumsy in his getaway— er, teaching moment.

There’s a spot beneath a side table that sits beneath the shadows of the television. With his dignity intact, he crawls in and curls himself up as much as he can.

Freedom.

He gets five minutes of peace with the precious container of stolen goods. Three hundred seconds of nothing but sweet, cold goodness on a silver spoon. No complaints or demands. No pouty mouths or sniffling noses. Just freedom.

And then, the show cuts to a commercial break. Stephanie turns to him in slow motion, sees the cargo he’s handling and grins— wide and devilish. It has him holding the perspiration slick pint closer to his chest like a distressed damsel clutching her skirt.

“Why’re you hiding?”

“Not hiding.” He shovels a spoonful into his mouth, wincing as the chill sends a jarring wave of pain through his teeth. “Training exercise.”

She nods, still smiling. “And it wouldn’t help if Spoiler gave Robin the exact details of the thief that stole his last pint of ice cream.”

“We try not to encourage homicides remember.”

“Dami—”

He’s outbof his nook and has a hand over her mouth before she can finish. “You’re evil.”

She leaves a glob of spit in his palm. He sometimes forgets the sheer immaturity teenagers could possess.

“Get me Tim’s pint of chunky monkey and I’ll stay mum.”

“You’ll spoil your dinner.”

She raises both hands, feigning surrender, but there’s a spoon in one and his ice cream in the other. “Damian’ll ruin your face.”

“I never raised you to be so evil.”

“Bruce you didn’t even raise me.”

“Hnn.”

She makes a shooing motion with the spoon. “Go execute our deal, old man. I’ll protect your contraband.”

help me out guys. reblog this, like this. for every note, everything is pushed back a day for him. I need your help. he doesn’t believe it’s possible to help him. but it’s entirely possible, especially with your help. I know these are so sporadic and cliché to an extent along with becoming so popular on here, but please. I appreciate every single note

Edward: so now that I’m marrying Bella I’m finally going to be able to enjoy a night with her but I’m a little confused on what to do :/

Emmett who’s had a presentation prepared since the 1940s: