Latest Posts by pancakekraken - Page 2

She wouldn't have if she knew that Trisha was gonna be her mother

Apple juice. If they pour anything else, I'll come back and haunt them

Just found out that back in Rome grave markers sometimes had holes in them for people to pour drinks into so new conversation starter: What would mourners pour into your grave hole

reblog this to put a silly little wizard hat on the person you reblogged it from

I haven't seen dancing pumpkin guy ONCE this year, are you guys okay?

Art by Boris Groh

Vader: [opening a desk drawer in Obi-Wan’s old room] Let’s see what this old fool kept in here…[picking up a piece of paper]  Obi-Wan: [in a letter] 

Dear Anakin, 

If you’re reading this, then you must be rifling through my belongings, which means you are either extremely bored (in which case I suggest going and tidying up your quarters, which I don’t need to see to know are a disaster,) or I’ve been missing for an extended amount of time and the Order needs the room to store extra chairs, or I’ve died, possibly while trying to rid the galaxy of General Grievous. If I am in fact dead, I hope this letter finds you well in spite of it, and that you have not gone off the deep end or murdered anyone in an attempt to avenge me. (…unless it’s Grievous, I suppose.)

You will find attached to this letter the receipts for several items in my room, such as the electric tea kettle. I hope you can at least return them for store credit. 

I’ve set up a college savings plan with the Galactic Bank of Coruscant, because I noticed that Senator Amidala is obviously pregnant, and since I am not nearly as dense as you apparently think I am, I presume the child is yours. The account information is in my safe, which I would give you the combination to except that I know you have been breaking into it since you were 14. 

If you do intend to eventually leave the Order, as I suspect you might, please make sure that you give the Council two weeks’ notice. It’s only polite, and you never know when you may need to use them as a reference. Even though I know you clash with them, they do care about you.

Finally, please make sure Duchess Satine’s nephew gets the inheritance I’ve left him (the information is also in my safe, and no, I’m not going to tell you any more details about this. I realize how much this is going to torment you, and I’d be lying if I said that’s not bringing a smile to my face.) 

Your blanket is in the hamper. Wash it on the gentle cycle. The password for the wi-fi, in case you’ve forgotten, is BuyYourOwnDataPlanAnakin.

Be well, my Padawan, and I shall see you again someday – hopefully many years from now – when you, too, rejoin the Force. Don’t forget to change the payment settings for Netflix now that I’m dead or you’ll fall behind on your programs. 

Yours,  Obi-Wan Kenobi  PS: Don’t let Vos speak at my funeral. 

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

A day in the life of Gonky!!

I found out by my group chat sending this monstrosity

Still giggling that the way I found out the queen died was me getting railed and the news popping on in the background

Didn't say no

The lab's all set up, boss.

Actually, Hunter's the boss. I merely chauffeur everyone, design everything, and devise ingenious solutions to all of our problems.

Every reblog removes one HP from the queen

Smash that RB if you would elect Bungo to congress

Yes. Just yes

yknow what i think the clones would really like?

can you imagine? someone would tie like fifty of them together and then drag it across the ship. they’d be in helmets, shoes, hanging from their blasters. Ahsoka makes one move all by itself and the boys start screaming. Hardcase has like twenty peeking out of his pack “so they can breathe.” Kix bans them from the medbay until someone lays one in a cot under the blanket like its getting treatment and just breaks down laughing/crying. Fives starts a game of seeing how many worms they can tape to Rex without him noticing.

Rex, with a cape of worm-on-a-strings: what’s wrong is there something on my face?

Cody, deadpan, about to pass out from not laughing: nothing

Is that a hint of care for Tech in your voice, Crosshair?

The lab's all set up, boss.

Actually, Hunter's the boss. I merely chauffeur everyone, design everything, and devise ingenious solutions to all of our problems.

This is something he would totally do though, on the battlefield or not

no he’s good

Cadet Tech: Its called the pauli exclusion principle

Cadet Tech: basically we are made up of these tiny little atoms

Cadet Tech: and all these atoms can't reside in the same location which qualifies as touching

Cadet Tech: so technically we never really touch anything

99: right...but you're still going to apologize to your brother *referring to crosshair*

99: for punching him the the face

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.

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

Can anyone show me how to disassociate to the point where I enter the void?

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.

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.

Wrong friend but this was better than I thought.

By the way who's gonk droid is this then?

How would you feel if someone hypothetically tried to steal Gonky? Asking for a friend.

I didn't know @princeofdathomir had a friend.

This is the greatest thing I've ever seen and it made my day

Op’s caption was: Single father supports his sons :)