oh my godddddd ok alright already I Get It™ Cuban people have Scottish last names all of them every single one of them all Cubans are just actually Super Whites in the Caribbean— or maybe you wanna argue that Cuba is in Europe or Asia or Mars or wherever call Lance whatever the fuck you want but for fucks sake get out of my ask box
I just realized part of the reason why so many people hate oatmeal, is cause they don’t salt the water first. That’s like making pasta without salting the water first, so of course it tastes like fucking wall paper paste.
You need to salt the water to give it some actual flavor, same way you salt bread dough. After that you can add whatever the hell you want to it and get the sweet/salt contrast which actually makes it taste good.
So while I can’t believe I’m saying this, y'all need more salt.
i know there’s nothing wrong with being almost 20 and never been kissed or on a date, i know that, but god it feels awful.
even an awkward kiss or date in high school would make me feel better. hell even just having someone tell me they like me in that way. because no matter how much i tell myself it isn’t true, at the end of the day when I haven’t had ANYONE even show romantic interest in me, all i can feel is ugly and unwanted.
Ahsoka learned that Obi-Wan’s time at the Temple is coming to an end while Obi-Wan volunteers to help Ahsoka get her bearings straight while the Temple is being renovated. After some deep thoughts in the Room of a Thousand Fountains, Ahsoka is summoned before the Jedi Council…
Ahsoka and Obi-Wan stood before the doors of the Council room, frowning at the grey-and-silver accented doors emblazoned with the symbol of the Jedi Order. There had been no symbol on the door when Ahsoka had been a Padawan and she wondered about that, if it had simply faded away or something had happened to cause the Council to replace the doors by her time. She didn’t know why the odd detail struck her as meaningful, but there it was.
“Have you ever stood in front of the Council, Obi-Wan?” Ahsoka asked, looking down at the young initiate.
Obi-Wan frowned and looked down at his hands. “Uhm… Well… not recently?”
Ahsoka almost let out a gasp of shock and dismay when she felt the guilt and shame suffusing the boy through the Force and she held it in. Clearly whatever had brought young Obi-Wan before the Council was an act he regretted and he had no doubt already severely castigated himself for it.
She smiled at him and put a hand on his shoulder. “You know… The last time I stood in front of the Council, my Master was with me. This might be one of the first times I’ve faced the Council by myself.”
Obi-Wan looked up at Ahsoka, his blue eyes round with surprise. “Truly, Master Ahsoka? Even when you received your mission orders?”
Ahsoka chuckled. “That was a bit more discreet than this.”
Wow. Is this how I’m going to spend the rest of my life? Finding clever ways to tell a half truth?
“Knight Tano?” A female Nikto Jedi walked over to the duo, checking her datapad. “And… who are you?”
“This is my escort,” Ahsoka explained, putting a hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “Senior Initiate Obi-Wan Kenobi. He’s helping me reacquaint myself with the Temple layout.”
The Nikto Jedi tilted her head to the side, as if she was trying to decide whether or not she was going to say anything about the young boy’s presence. She checked off something before gesturing to the door. “The Council will see you now. Initiate Kenobi, you can return to your dorms if you do not currently have a class to attend.”
“Yes, Master,” Obi-Wan murmured as the doors started to slide open. “I… I will be attending my saber lessons after lunch, Master Ahsoka. Please comm me if you need me.”
Ahsoka nodded with a smile. “Don’t forget! We’ve got an hour of jar’kai practice today!”
It almost broke Ahsoka’s heart to see the brief flash of Obi-Wan’s excitement and joy before he managed to hide it behind a passable attempt at Master Obi-Wan’s famous Negotiator’s face. She was starting to understand where he had first learned the rules of hiding one’s feelings and she wasn’t sure how she felt about Obi-Wan learning those cold lessons in the bosom of the Jedi Order.
This place was supposed to be their home, the Order was supposed to be their family. This wasn’t how you treated family.
Ahsoka turned to face the doors that had fully opened, straightened her shoulders and held her head high, walking back into the same room she had been dismissed from the Jedi Order in seventeen years ago.
My headcanon where ghost Vader is the biggest fucking Han x Leia shipper the galaxy has ever seen leads me straight to the place where post-Return ghost Vader is trying to give Leia dating advice and encouragement through Luke.
‘Luke, tell your sister she should definitely invite that nice Solo chap around for dinner tonight.’
‘And tell her not to settle for that Millennium Falcon. A real gentleman should provide a proper spaceship for my precious wonderful baby girl who deserves only the best in everything.’
‘By the Force - yes Dad.’
‘And what about you son? Is there no-one special? There must be a few nice girls on planets I haven’t blown up yet…”
‘Dad, I don’t actually like …’
‘Girls? That’s alright son; this is a modern galaxy. What about that Calrissian boy, he seemed nice…’
‘NO DAD, I mean I’m not interested. At all.’
Anakin I-will-defy-the-stars-and-heavens-to-get-one-snog-from-Senator-Amidala Skywalker is not impressed. ‘What?! But son, you’re the most eligible boy in the galaxy! You’re clever and brave and strong and far too good for all these scruffy rebel types you keep hanging around with - ‘
‘Do you want me to die without grandchildren; is that it?’
‘Dad - um. You’re already - I mean -’
And ghost Obi-Wan sighing in the background just like ‘Yup, this all sounds familiar…’
Now he finally knows the answer. Maybe this is what he wanted. Maybe it’s why he stood there and taunted Roland. Because he’d rather be killed with a furious hand, than dismembered with cool indifference. Unwind by Neal Shusterman.