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Sometimes, I wish I was a protagonist in a YA novel but then I remember that requires running

seb graduated from 'the kid hanging out with the german maniac' to 'the german maniac hanging out with the kid' and i think thats beautiful

50 bucks says Seb got Mick drunk last night cause that's what worked for him for Race of Champions for years except Mick is a private school boy from Switzerland and not a country boy from Germany raised on Jägermeister and RedBull

Something something Germans see bread and immediately hit reblog.

Y’all are always talking about how Anakin is a himbo but that dude has like THREE different engineering phd’s, to let loose steam he fucking retrofits WARSHIPS do you even know the math involved, it makes me want to throw up thinking about it - and that’s without the mind for strategy, etc etc. You wanna play the himbo game? Obi-Wan Kenobi is RIGHT THERE. Mr “My Padawan calls me his father and I’m so panicked I immediately take a drink” Jedi. Obi-Wan “Anakin rages about how he can feel the stars burning out when he closes his eyes but I simply pat his head” Kenobi. “The Negotiator” indeed. You look me in the eyes and tell me that man knows how bank accounts work. Do it. I dare you. YOU CAN’T. He can perfect soresu, one of the most physically demanding lightsaber forms that exists, but I can guaran-fucking-tee he has had to call Anakin on multiple occasions to ask how the space coffee maker works. He’s the himbo. IT’S HIM.

Being a Star Wars fan is really just living in constant fear of an unexpected re-telling of Order 66 being dropped on you at any moment

to hell with eau rouge. to hell with it. i dont care about the history- if the fia continues to prioritize the history of the corner of the safety of the drivers, the drivers will become the history of that corner. we've seen it already. enough.

I don’t think people realize how overthinking slowly kills you, they don’t know how it can turn your mind into thoughts you wish weren’t yours

once again i love how star wars takes place in a massive galaxy with thousands of planets and billions of people, and yet every bounty hunter knows each other personally

It's called networking babe

when Boba Fett adds you on LinkedIn you know you've made it