What did we do to deserve Bill Nye
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What did we do to deserve Bill Nye
LET THE MAN SPEAK FOR US
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i used to think that a foot of parchment was a lot and feel bad when harry potter characters were assigned to write that much
but then i realized the paper i write on is 8.5 by 11 inches.
so a foot of parchment is the equivalent of like, a page and a half of paper.
they complained SO MUCH about essays that were like
a page and a half
wtf guys
get your shit together
No wonder Hermione always got onto the boys for not doing their homework.
it’s honestly not even a foot and a half it’s just one sheet of paper. a foot is 12 inches. like dang if i had to only write one page long essays in school about cool magic shit then i would have been ecstatic.
also 12pt times new roman— the standard assigned size and font for a lot of essay assignments— produces significantly smaller text than a muggleborn teenageer with a pen and ink quill would be able to manage on the regular, no matter how dedicated she was. ron and harry are frequently noted to be using large handwriting on unlined paper. their homework would have been about three short paragraphs if they were feeling studious.
no wonder hermione was so fucking exasperated! muggle students their age would have strangled them.
I have never heard a woman narrate a movie trailer before
I mean, it's because 97% of the movie industry is owned by men.
on this day, 6 yrs ago, bruno mars was surprised to see pete wentz
on this day, 7 yrs ago, bruno mars was surprised to see pete wentz
on this day, 8 years ago, bruno mars was surprised to see pete wentz
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"Rear admiral Andor?" The blueish-black haired Commander asked. "I'm Commander Bridger of the Phoenix squadron, I'm going to be working with you." (@part-of-a-blueberry.)
Cassian turned to appraise the lieutenant commander, having received a brief notice about this. He held out his hand to shake Bridger’s. Probably not the best way to greet a lower officer as an admiral, but Cassian was always a little bit different than the other officers. He didn’t really want to command, for one thing. But that was something else entirely.
“Has your squadron been assigned barracks yet?” Cassian asked, straight to the point. They had come from another rebel base as the Alliance was reconfigured.
@part-of-a-blueberry
"I will make sure of that," he said, nodding. "Another example would be the Ghost, no one is touching Her- General Syndulla's ship without her permission." No one but Hera flew it, and no one but Hera, and the Ghost crew, would fix it. He also hoped Cassian wouldn't notice the slip up... Hera was supposed to be General Syndulla, not his adoptive mother.
people say the animorphs covers are *creepy* but the actual in book transformations are all like ‘then her face cracked in two, her organs melted, her bones all snapped and reformed backwards, and her fingers and toes fused together. she couldnt cry because her tear ducts didnt fucking exist anymore. everyone looked at the ground so they wouldnt throw up looking at this’
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that Genderfluid prob:
*is masc for a few days*: what if Im just a boy and Im lying
*is nb for a few days*: what if Im just nb and Im lying
*is fem for a few days*: what if Im just a girl and Im lying
*is no gender for a few days*: what if Im just agender and Im lying
and repeat
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Sixteen years ago today, Cosmo had an idea.
On this exact day, Cosmo had an idea. You can only reblog this today.
if the Rebels had tumblrs
sabine: best friends w/ the xkit guy; four different blogs for art, #justmandothings, social justice and funny vines about cats
hera: biweekly spacemom blog sighing about what the boys did now; efficient recipes to feed on-the-go spaceship families; occasional fangirling about hyperdrives
kanan: fifty posts about "how do you even work this thing" and "i can't change my avatar"; completely forgets about his blog within 12 hours
ezra: bad videogame tutorials; that person who hits post limit after 30 minutes, always adds unnecessarily to posts and tags literally everything
zeb: url is 3jk98fhs8f7e0nc03891u9c835674 and blog title "no"; default theme and a single post w/ 4 gifs of screaming goldfish
chopper: the new and improved shitpostgenerator
Star Wars Rebels: Do Or Do Not There Is No Try… Drawing Requested By:shadefire5150
Age Swap Ezra and Kanan in Jedi Training
Star Wars Rebels © Disney/ Lucasarts
((A little something I wrote for this piece of art...))
The Student becomes the Teacher
Ezra watched his young apprentice attempts at using the force. Briefly, he began to wonder if he was asking too much from the child. He shook his head. No, he could do this, he could train Caleb despite never finishing his training.
"Caleb, lift that bowl up," he ordered. A flash of bewilderment came to the child's eyes but the child nodded, trying to tap into the force. The bowl shook as the apprentice tried to lift it up.
"... I'll try Master," Caleb responded, trying to steady the bowl as his face scrunched up in concentration. He was so focused in what he was doing, that he almost dropped the bowl at what his master said next.
"Do or do not... There is no try!" Ezra exclaimed, his hands on his hips. He tried standing taller, in a more demanding stance. Maybe this would show that he had somewhat of an idea of what he was doing.
"What?" As Caleb tried to keep the bowl floating in the air, he looked at his master with confusion spread across his face. "How can I do something without trying it first?" He questioned. It seemed like a bunch of nonsense! You have to try something to do it!
"Uh...." Ezra opened his mouth to explain, before closing it again. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he realized how dumb that actually sounded. With a sigh and a shrug of his shoulders, he finally gave up the act of an imposing teacher. "That always confused me too.... But Master Yoda used to say it all the time," Ezra admitted, his a hand going behind his head.
Caleb sighed, putting the bowl down. "Master... Can I ask you something?" The Padawan asked, looking at his Master.
"You kinda just did, but sure," Ezra answered, a soft sigh coming to his lips as he pondered how to actually train the boy. Using what Master Yoda had told him when he was younger didn't work... And Master Yoda had been training Jedi for years!
"You've... Never had a Padawan before... Have you?" Caleb asked nervously. He didn't want to make his master upset, and Ezra didn't actually talk about other Jedi much.
"... No, you're my first Padawan," Ezra answered. Worry filled the Jedi's eyes as he looked away with a sigh. "... Why don't we take a break for a little bit, okay? You did great." He tried to reassure Caleb with a grin, but it didn't work. The boy looked upset, as if he had did something wrong.
"I'm sorry if I had upset you Master..." Caleb said, looking down.
Ezra sighed softly, placing a hand on Caleb's shoulder. "Look, it isn't your fault, okay? I'm just trying to figure out the right way to teach you.... And I have no idea how to train a Padawan... I'll figure it out, okay?"
Caleb nodded, still feeling a bit upset. He walked out, going to the room he shared with Zeb.
Ezra sighed, watching Caleb go. The doors from the cockpit opened, and a woman with blue and orange hair walked in.
"How's the training coming?" She asked, leaning against a table.
"I don't know what I'm doing Sabine... Can I really train him?" Ezra asked, doubt creeping in his mind.
"Of course you can," Sabine says. "You're a Jedi."
"I never finished my training, I'm still a Padawan just like him," Ezra replied, closing his eyes.
"You're not gonna give up, are you?" Sabine asked, raising an eyebrow at her friend.
"No! Of course not!" Ezra exclaimed. "I-i just... Am I really the best teacher for him?"
"What was that thing you told me about? That connection between you two?" Sabine asked looking at Ezra.
"A force connection, one that is formed between a Padawan and master... It was used to match up a Padawan and a master together," Ezra answered, looking at Sabine.
"So the force is telling you to train him," Sabine answered.
Ezra paused, before smiling a bit. "Heh.... Thanks Sabine..."
"You're welcome," Sabine smirked. "Why don't you get to bed? Even Jedi need to sleep."
Ezra smiled a bit, putting his hands up in surrender as he walked back to his cabin.
Star Wars Rebels: Do Or Do Not There Is No Try… Drawing Requested By:shadefire5150
Age Swap Ezra and Kanan in Jedi Training
Star Wars Rebels © Disney/ Lucasarts
The master-apprentice dynamic and lineage of Caleb Dume/Kanan Jarrus
Depa getting chased by tens of remote sphere during lightsaber training.
Mace Windu: This is my legacy.
*Later*
Caleb Dume slicing through tens of remote spheres during lightsaber training instead of deflecting the practice lasers.
Depa: This is my legacy.
*Later*
Ezra Bridger hollering and charging recklessly into a shower of lasers to knock out stormtroopers.
Kanan Jarrus: This is my legacy.
*Later*
A half-Twi’lek baby tossing a blanket on her head, laughing hysterically for no reason, and running straight into a wall, then crying, then getting up and proceeding to toddle around again.
Kanan Jarrus: This is my legacy.
*Later*
The same half-Twil’lek hollering and opting to crack the remote spheres with her bare hands out of frustration and inability to deflect the practice laser shots, having tossed her lightsaber aside.
Ezra Bridger: This is my legacy…
Steampunk week! I'm declaring the third week of January as steampunk week! Anyone who joins in this event must draw their characters, Ocs, aus, and what-nots in steampunk, and maybe even engage in steam punk arcs! Well that's optional..... See you later steampunks!
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