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swedenis-h:

They went together au! (X)

mducklesworth:

ahsoka-in-a-hood:

I have zero tech skills so anyway:

[gif of maul stabbing Qui Gon captioned “fuck around”]

[gif of Obi Wan cutting Maul in half captioned “find out”]

[gif of Anakin drawing his saber on younglings captioned “fuck around”]

[gif of Anakin on fire captioned “find out”]

[gif of Obi Wan kicking General Grievous captioned “fuck around”]

[gif of Obi Wan screaming in pain after kicking General Grievous captioned “find out”]

animusbell:

bogleech:

every gym leader is like “I lost!?! UNBELIEVABLE!” buddy you live in a world where every ten year old child has always been offered a free fire breathing monster at least once and you brought nothing to this fight but anthropomorphic flowers

gym leaders’ whole job is to provide a specific challenge, a battle of a certain type and difficulty level. if you’ve brought the tools and skills to complete that challenge, you’re going to win by design. the pokémon in that battle are probably not actually the strongest pokemon they have.

when gym leaders go “argh, how could i lose??” they’re acting to give your victory legitimacy because you’re 10. they’re like a villain cosplayer letting a baby knock them over. they’re being nice!!

madmonksandmaenads:

thecadaver:

presiding:

madmonksandmaenads:

People love to talk about the immortality of the machine, but I’m a mechanical engineer, so I know they delude themselves. Most machines are far more mortal than flesh.

How long does a machine last? A car is a very solid machine, expensive, precision designed, and you’re lucky if you get more than three decades out of them.

Your enemy is not the flesh. It’s entropy. It’s the death knell of the energy imbalance. If you want to live as a complex machine you will, by necessity, generate a great deal of entropy until your machine breaks irrevocably.

You want to be immortal? Then don’t worship the machine, worship the stone, the forest. Seek that which is either simple enough to never know death or diffused enough to accept every death.

Your enemy is not the flesh. It’s entropy.

Is it too much to ask for the flesh to generate a little less entropy

Sorry buddy that’s the cost of being a complex being, comes with the territory.

bobolobocus:

liberalsarecool:

minmaneth:

bellybuttonblue2:

just sayin’

This should be taught in school.

sic-semper-hominibus:

sic-semper-hominibus:

i’m not the praying sort, but i’ll probably always have a soft spot for the astronaut’s prayer

for those who aren’t familiar with it, it’s a possibly-spurious quote by alan shepard (and is thus sometimes referred to as the shepard’s prayer) on the launchpad of Freedom 7, immediately before he became the first american in space. it goes like this:

“Dear Lord, please don’t let me fuck up.”

topoillogical:

teenagecentury:

rubbishapples:

July 1st.

182nd day of the year.

It’s 12pm.

Congratulations you’ve officially wasted half a year.

I finally understand what blink-182 means.

YOU’VE wasted half a year. I’ve eaten more than one tasty berry

mandyseley:

i-am-an-adult-i-swear:

Sometimes the rats in my brain come together and start yelling “YEARNING” and in trying to appease them I ask “FOR WHAT” but they are too small so all they can say is “YEARNING” which is a very big word for such a tiny creature, even collectively

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I loved this visual so much I had to doodle it.

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