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Emily, 30, she/her
This is primarily a fandom blog, expect Star Wars, Tolkien, history, and a great deal of whatever I'm watching/reading at the moment

Jedi as serial scammers though. Every mission includes a sidequest to sabacc table for extra cash. Padawans on their first outing be like ‘but I thought the senate was funding this mission’ yes little one but they will ride our arses for every cent so let’s go fleece some rich asshole. He won’t even notice. You know how cops were invented to protect private property? Well jedi are here to protect your everything except your private property. *force tricks an atm into printing free money* that, my very young padawan, is something we call a victimless crime.

[Image ID: Screenshot of Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi from The Phantom Menace. A speech bubble has been edited onto it to appear as if Qui-Gon is saying the original post. /End ID]

knowing enough about ships to be able to tell when a movie tall ship set is Bad is so distracting like when they're all standing on a deck that's way too big & empty and there aren't nearly enough ropes or curves or anything. like unfortunately ships are characters to me so it's like the same uncanniness as if they put a cardboard cutout instead of a guy

This, and forever being annoyed by cheesy bad art that shows a ship with every inch of canvas set (because that's the only reference picture the artist has ever seen) either 2 feet away from a beach/a lee shore, or sailing during a violent storm like that.

Tragically, the whole crew died instantly before they could shorten sail.

Tragically, the whole

crew died instantly before

they could shorten sail.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

I was raised agnostic and tend to remain ambiguous on theological matters.

-but my house has a porch on the second story that affords me a terrific view of my neighborhood and the Colorado Front Range and I was partaking of some peace before the 4th Of July Finger-Loss Festivities begin, and I have had a

~*Spiritual Experience*~

I just watched my neighbor try to unload an actual wooden pallet that had to have been forklifted into the back of his insecurity pickup worth of fireworks.

Except that he does not have a forklift in his garage.

He does have so much sports memorabilia and cardboard boxes of unsold MLM Merchandise and patriotically themed camping gear and posters of women in bikinis and flags of suspect political organizations in his garage that there is only BARELY enough space for the fireworks and certainly none for his truck.

So he had to unload the individual boxes of recreational explosives from the back of his truck and stack them in the minimal space he had cleared by hand. This is a tedious and time-consuming process as this neighbor has purchased a wide variety of recreational and locally illegal explosives instead of many of just a few types, so the individual boxes are rather small.

He begins, and this is crucial to what happens next, by cutting apart the industrial-grade saran wrap his explosives dealer had so carefully wrapped his merchandise in, and discarded it unsecured on his lawn.

Where Outdoor Conditions sometimes happen.