I'M CRYING WHAT IS THIS POST

I'M CRYING WHAT IS THIS POST

Obi-Wan wears like 53 layer of robes so everyone assumes he’s kinda soft especially compared to his ‘in the prime of his youth’ former Padawan but then one day he goes shirtless to spar and he’s shredded, he has an 8 pack. Clones and Jedi alike are choking on drinks and tripping into walls. Ahsoka is covering her eyes and screaming because that’s basically her grandpa. Anakin has to throw a robe over Obi-Wan like The Birth of Venus. 

reverse gaslighting where i pretend to know exactly what you are talking about

soooo... i just got a new phone, and it has an interesting keyboard feature. whenever i type an emoji, it will suggest emoji splices. theyre literally just images so i decided to share with you all some of my favorites so far 💕

"How do you write such realistic dialogue-" I TALK TO MYSELF. I TALK TO MYSELF AND I PRETEND I AM THE ONE SAYING THE LINE. LIKE SANITY IS SLOWLY SLIPPING FROM BETWEEN MY FINGERS WITH EVERY MEASLY WORD THEY TYPE OUT. THAT IS HOW.

People, especially games, get eldritch madness wrong a lot and it’s really such a shame.

An ant doesn’t start babbling when they see a circuit board. They find it strange, to them it is a landscape of strange angles and humming monoliths. They may be scared, but that is not madness.

Madness comes when the ant, for a moment, can see as a human does.

It understands those markings are words, symbols with meaning, like a pheromone but infinitely more complex. It can travel unimaginable distances, to lands unlike anything it has seen before. It knows of mirth, embarrassment, love, concepts unimaginable before this moment, and then…

It’s an ant again.

Echoes of things it cannot comprehend swirl around its mind. It cannot make use of this knowledge, but it still remembers. How is it supposed to return to its life? The more the ant saw the harder it is for it to forget. It needs to see it again, understand again. It will do anything to show others, to show itself, nothing else in this tiny world matters.

This is madness.

Okay, I had to look this up, because I keep getting ads for whatever reason...Dr. Squatch was started in 2013(yeah, the soap company for men).

Somewhere in the middle of water on the Stan 'O War II:

Ford, screaming from the bathroom: STANLEY!

Stan, running in a panic: Ford, what the hell is wrong?! You didn't fall did you???

F, wrapped in a towel, holding a bar of soap, agitated: Why would you bring this onto the boat?

S, confused: Sixer, what the hell are you talking about? You sure you didn't hit your h---

F: He's calling himself Dr. Squatch, and trying to use his notoriety to sell men's soaps? This giant Houdini of an asshole tried to burn the house down in 1981, all because I spotted him in the woods! Is this a sick joke, Stanley?

S, rubbing his temples with his eyes closed: Ford, that isn't Sasquatch. It's just a soap company with a goofy mascot meant to look like him. It ain't him.

F: Stanley, I would recognize this face anywhere. He came up with the greatest business plan possible... He's hiding in plain sight, and no one knows! Where did you get this?

S: Walmart, Ford. Walmart. The real Sasquatch isn't selling men's soaps at Walmart.

F: Says you. Forget going to find mermaids....I'm going to find Sasquatch...Again!

S: 😑 At least put some pants on. I'm sure "Dr. Squatch" doesn't want to see his old nemesis, smelling like oak and bourbon, soaking wet, with no pants. (Walks out, shaking his head)

F, looks at the bar of soap: Soon, Squatch....Soon.