Rambling Ahoy

i’m not crying it’s just raining on my face 

@thorst I feel this may delight you specifically.

this is still the cutest thing ever

Every Jedi has their own particular twist - Kit Fisto uses a hallucinogenic seaweed found on his native planet. Plo Koon’s is literally lethal to non Kel-Dor but is the galaxy’s best known grease remover. Mace’s stash appears relatively tame, but has an aftertaste that kicks in half an hour later when you’ve already drunk half the bottle and cannot be removed by any mouthwash known to civilization. No one knows what Yoda’s tastes like, except possibly Dooku and the only time he was ever asked his eyes went blank, his shoulder twitched compulsively and he he immediately called a retreat - it is therefore the most sought after secret in the temple. Luminara has a variety that tastes of something only describable as “pure regret”. She’s been working on “horrified realisation” for a while now but has only managed “embarassed mortification”. Qui-Gon liked to infuse tea and spices into his brew, and brought back more than a few exotic species to feed his habit.  Obi-Wan continues the tradition, however due to the increasing stresses of war the tea varieties he uses have steadily been increasing in both bitterness and caffeine content. It is colloquially known as “the sleepless death” and is banned in eight star systems. Skywalker’s version is surprisingly palatable, does not cause hallucinations and packs a kick stronger than a Dug on steroids. It’s made of bugs.

#he's not used to walking around with people that are practically blind and deaf 😔#in his heart he thinks gandalf should be more Aware and more Useful in general#like what do you mean you're older than life and you can't hear as well as I can??#skill issue (via thebartlets)

It's like standing in a field with a friend and watching a huge cloud bank build and build on the horizon until the sky is dark and green and suddenly your friend is like, "Holy SHIT I think it's going to rain!!!" and you're like...yes? I thought we were doing that Midwestern thing of watching for a tornado? Are we not?

I think the only Poison Ivy sex pollen story I’d be interested in would be a plot in which Ivy’s toxins (which do Not function as generic sex pollen) get stolen and reformulated and patented as aphrodisiacs or date rape drugs and she has to go to court to try to sue for copyright infringement or something. And she wears a pant suit. No shirt underneath the blazer. Cigarette legs and a high waist. Emerald green.

OR Ivy gets roped into a court case and has to prove that her pollen does not cause irresistible sexual impulses and the rapists attributing their actions to exposure to Ivy’s pollen are lying. And also she wears a pant suit with no shirt underneath etc etc. She’s still evil and stuff of course she’s just offended at the idea that she’d create a substance directly responsible for encouraging human reproduction.

cast iron? yeah thats a pretty common spell to learn