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[monstress]

luke skywalker made SURE that his astral projection wore the sleekest black number (thread count: 900), even brushed off dirt that didn’t hit him just for the drama of it all. there’s only one bad bitch and there he is in custom gucci boots!

[mydadisindianajones]

Luke Skywalker: If you strike me down in anger I will always be with you.

*two weeks later*

Force Ghost Luke standing above a sleeping Kylo Ren: *banging pots and pans together* TIME TO WAKE UP BITCH BOY

[thelookbookedition]

[andysambcrg]

star wars + aesthetic generator (part 2/2)

[blackwatergypsy]

I need a new tattoo, an orgasm, and a good nights sleep.

[678i0u]

[obi-wanakin-blog]

I think one of my favorite stories I’ve ever heard Mark Hamill tell is the one about how the first time he heard the score for A New Hope he got sort of jokingly offended because it seemed like every other character had a specific song for them and he didn’t and John Williams just looked at him and said “…The main theme is your song” and Mark was like “WHAT OMG” like he didn’t actually understand before that moment that he was the protagonist.

[jamesrhodey-deactivated20171030]

#get you a girl who can do both

[tomhollandnews]

[didyouknowmagic]

THIS IS THE CAST OF SPIDER MAN ARE YOU KIDDING ME

[daydreamerofyesterday]

protect them at all costs

[astrocyte-deactivated20171202]

when you have anxiety so you think about every possible thing that can go wrong in a situation and something goes wrong

[suspend]

me everyday:

[whitesunlars]

[bhucewayne]

I wish we had more time.

[kanjabeto-deactivated20180421]

what kind of black magic

[marsup]

michael scott | michael scarn

[dundermifflinscranton]

[lumadreamland]

[baetology]

Describe your perfect date in detail.

[sonypraystation]

ideal date: it happens

[bibliotechno]

What is my perfect date? I break into Tiffany’s at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No, I go for the chandelier. It’s priceless. As I’m taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It’s her father’s business. She’s Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico but I go to Canada. I don’t trust her. Besides, I like the cold. Thirty years later, I get a postcard. I have a son and he’s the chief of police. This is where the story gets interesting: I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris, by the Trocadero. She’s been waiting for me all these years; she’s never taken another lover. I don’t care, I don’t show up. I go to Berlin. That’s where I stashed the chandelier.