Smash That RB If You Would Elect Bungo To Congress

You assume I have more than one brain cell that I have to share with my friends? Also intriguing

Hardcase: if any of us were to turn evil, who would be the scariest?

Fives: hmmm, probably-

Echo: Kix.

Jesse: Kix?

Echo: He could kill every single one of us and make it look like an accident.

Kix: *sitting in the corner* Echo is the only one I'd spare-

Don't people thirst for you like every day? It should have been more obvious that this site is cursed.

Paint Danny Devito blue and let him be Thrawn

Honestly... Yeah this makes sense. But he'd probably get tired of me cause I'm chaotic stupid

Dystopian novels be like “there’s no music but our national anthem and this forbidden rebel song” as if all of earth really let go of ABBA music

That's a good suggestion but instead I'm going to use the Gonk to destroy things and wreak havoc. I might also throw a lamp at you so you lighten up, but I haven't made up my mind on that yet

What if, theoretically, someone had a Gonk droid that they droidnapped but would now wish to give the Gonk away (this is definitely not my case)? What would someone (not me) do in that case?

I would advise you to look up the definition of "theoretically" and consider choosing a different adverb.

I would suggest he do the same for you, but you're already cold hearted

What if, theoretically, someone had a Gonk droid that they droidnapped but would now wish to give the Gonk away (this is definitely not my case)? What would someone (not me) do in that case?

I would advise you to look up the definition of "theoretically" and consider choosing a different adverb.

if Crosshair and Wolffe met

Crosshair: we don’t usually work with regs

Wolffe: yeah well i don’t usually put up with talking twigs.

Wolffe: *catches toothpick*.

Crosshair: *violently shakes

I did not need to have this in my mind, but it will now live rent free in my head forever

Anakin requests hard copies of his casualty reports after every campaign. Rex hand-delivers them and watches the General disappear into his quarters - it will take him 20-30 minutes before he’s ready to transmit anything to the council or senate. For two years, Rex doesn’t think much of the little routine.

Then the Resolute is ambushed during Skywalker’s prep time. The General bursts out of his quarters and asks Rex to finish up the transmission while he joins the dogfight outside.

On his desk, the casualty report. Beside each CT number on the list, in bunched, angular handwriting, is each clone’s name. This is the sheet going straight to the senate - perhaps the only legal document on which their actual names would ever be found. Skywalker immortalizing them in the only way he can.

Rex completes the list in his own sharp scrawl. It sends successfully, and he and the General never discuss it. But when he can, Rex hangs in the hall outside Skywalker’s quarters after delivering the reports, guarding the sacred space. It’s never lost on him - this may be the closest thing to a funeral the fallen 501st will get.

“Haha isn’t it funny that Neil Gaiman is the only celebrity we haven’t run off this site?” Actually no, it isn’t funny that tumblr has repeatedly launched harassment campaigns against every vaguely popular person who dared to be accessible and no, we didn’t “decide to let Neil stay”, he’s received a metric shitton of harassment he just refuses to be bullied off of social media by a bunch of teenagers with nothing better to do than to be shitty to people online just because they’re there

Fettuccine Alfredo. I know I'm basic

Send me your favorite pasta dish that isn't spaghetti and I will tell you an obscure thing that makes Captain Rex cry on a normal day.