Okay, This Is The Best LoL Fanart I’ve Ever Seen. Spider Ekko Is Just Perfect.

Same. I remember how I freaked out when Ahsoka first appeared in Rebels. I was like “NO WAY”

proud to say that I loved Rebels before the Ahsoka trailer came out

Please tell me I’m not the only one understanding nothing about that Twitter and Tumblr stuff right now. I feel like an idiot because I’m way too lazy to google it and I know, that I won’t get shit even if I google it, so it’s hopeless.

And yes, I know the commas are wrong but I’m too tired for it.

The fact that the first order wanted to reproduce clones for their army, just proves how much better the clones are.

Time for an Arcane one!

I’m waiting for my Truck-kun to hit me and make me reincarnate in some fantasy world with over powered skills and endless strength.

Piltover and Zhaun as a team would be so powerful. They both are equal to each other and managed to create their own power. These two combined could achieve so much more, their believes aren’t that far away from another and with the right leaders it could be an even more successful nation. Also, they can learn so much from each other, it’s ridiculous how much they are missing out because they are being little kids, not getting that the former leaders (Vander and that one female sheriff) were trying to at least achieve a tiny bit of all that. Peace.

It’s not just with Even Piell. Every clone is left behind while the Jedi are getting suitable funerals. The bodies of the clones rot in the sand and the only ones who remember them are their brothers. It hurts.

Was the choice to have Evan Piell given an entire funeral while all of the fallen clones just get left behind a really stupid one to make? Yes. Does it come with some unfortunate implications if we take it very literally? Yes. Are you intended to view that writing choice as an actual condemnation of the way the Jedi view and treat the clones?

No.

Because this is a show for KIDS and when it wants you to know who the bad guy is, they aren't fucking subtle about it. Neither Obi-Wan nor Anakin are presented as the bad guys for either leaving the clones behind OR giving Evan Piell a funeral.

This is a show that plays the Imperial March every time Anakin so much as smirks just to really hammer the point home. This is a show that set an entire arc on a planet that appears to be perpetually dark just to really emphasize how evil Pong Krell is and how bad the clones have it in that moment. This is a franchise that has made its color symbolism as obvious as fucking possible so that every time someone shows up in red, you KNOW they're the bad guy, case closed, no more questions.

If they wanted us to condemn the Jedi for giving Evan Piell a funeral, they'd have said so. They'd have had one of the clones, or Ahsoka, or even Anakin, question that choice. This is an arc that has Tarkin in it who isn't hesitating to criticize the Jedi for being too soft to achieve victories, and HE doesn't even say anything to criticize the funeral when it happens.

It's a dumb writing choice that doesn't take into account how it makes the characters look when they stop to mourn a Jedi and never the clones, not an intentional condemnation of the Jedi as a whole. And I say this with confidence because nothing about the funeral is treated like it's a bad thing or something we as the audience should condemn and if we were intended to do so, we'd know it without an ounce of doubt.

Writing prompt

Your father died when you were two years old, which is why you have no memories of him. Nevertheless, your mother always talked about him and told you that he was a real hero and that you would be proud of him. You inherited your fathers high IQ which lead you to an idea. You have dedicated yourself to building a time machine and saving your father.

Agnes must be so proud of Islet. My heart is screaming at the thought that Agnes sees herself in Islet and feels like she is talking to her younger self whenever she is talking to Islet.

I love those two.

„B!tch“ you mumble as you try to free yourself from the silky strings of that giant spider that’s watching you right now. Your knife, which was well-hidden in your boots, fell on the floor, out of range. Somehow you manage to free your right arm, immediately holding up your middle finger in the direction of the spider. “I hope your strings get entangled in your ass so you won’t be able to shit anymore!” you scoff at the spider looking at you, not understanding a word you just said.