“Hello.  My name is Luke Skywalker.  You killed my father.  Prepare to die.”

“Never go up against a Mandalorian when death is on the line!” *immediately falls into Sarlacc pit*

“Bye, boys!  Have fun storming the Death Star!”

“Wampas Of Unusual Size?  I don’t think they exist.”

“Do you want me to send you back to where you were?  Unemployed, on Hoth?”

“It just so happens that Obi-Wan here is only mostly dead.”

“Give us the access code.” “What access code?” “Chewie, tear his arms off.” “Ohhh you mean this access code!”

“I could give you my word as a Corellian…” “No good. I’ve known too many Corellians”

“Why can’t I see?” “You’ve been mostly-frozen all day.”

That day, she was amazed to discover that when he was saying “I know”, what he meant was, “I love you.” 

“Why do you wear that black mask? Were you burned on Mustafar, or something like that?” “Oh no, it’s just that they’re terribly comfortable. I think everyone will be wearing them in the future.”

“Luke doesn’t get eaten by the rancor at this time. ”What?” “The rancor doesn’t get him. I’m explaining to you because you look nervous.”

“The Fowce is what bwings us togevver today. It suwwounds us, and penetwates us. It binds the gawaxy togevver.”

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Today's Sea Lion Is: Getting A Little Silly With It. Just A Little.

Ava: I can't fucking stand you.

Walker: You don't gotta stand, there's a chair right there.

Ava, sitting down: Fuck you.

i love OCs. like this is my emotional support dressup dolly that i beat the living shit out of

actually you know what ELSE i love?? cheerleading my friends while they beat the living shit out of their beloved emotional support dressup dollies

Today's Fur Seal Is: A Serious Fucking Dude.

[Scheduling a mission]

Walker: Let's say... 0700 hours.

Bob: 700 hours is almost 20 days. Shouldn't we act sooner?

MATERIALISTS 2025, dir. Celine Song

getting fired from my position as the emperor’s food tester because I keep taking too large of bites

“all clear my liege it appears to be safe”

“it appears to be fucking gone you mean”

Walker: Started talking to yourself, Ava?

Ava: Yes. It's the only way I can be sure of intelligent conversation around here.

Yelena: Yo, how much money do you have?

Bob: Sixty nine cents.

Yelena: Ayyy, you know what that means!

Bob: [tearing up] I don't have enough money for chicken nuggets.

"I did it for you" has gotta be my favorite form of betrayal. You gave me a gift I never asked for, and now I have to look around at the world you destroyed with the knowledge that it was gift wrapped and addressed to me.

YAYAYAYYAYAYAY!!!!! FANFICTIONNNNNN!!!!!!

I'm much better! My writers block is finally starting to go awayyyyyy!!!!!! Perhaps I will join you in obscene amounts of fanfiction!

when i’m in a beauty competition and my opponent is lewis pullman crying