The attack on the first death star could have been defeated simply by covering the exhaust port with tea cosy. The Attack on the rebel base of Yavin IV could have easily succeeded if the Empire simply blew up the gas giant then the moon.
Clearly the heavy losses suffered by the Rebels in the attack was not down to the tie fighters, but simply because the rebels forgot to turn their shield generators on.
Grand Moff Tarkin wore slippers instead of boots and only wanted to blow of Alderaan because a man there own him money.
The rebellion ran chop shops, drug running,  slavery and kidnapping operations to fund their fight for freedom.
They thanked their Ewok allies by hunting them to extinction
Nobody protested this action.
(Ex) Princess Leia’s reputation plummeted soon after pictures surfaced on Faceholo of her in the gold bikini. She was removed from the rebellion and was forced to work as an exotic dancer.

consulting-mcbender:

inevitable—destruction:

some-atoms:

I think about this all the time and I find it mindblowingly beautiful. 

Something utterly stupid that entertained me on a dead IRC channel that I thought would be good to stick here. Written by me.

No one foresaw the Granny revolution of ‘88. So many innocent grandchildren died from wearing embarrassing jumpers.
It was the Bingo Shortage of ‘87 that led to it. Without anything to distract them from their murderous tendencies, they snapped.
Many survivors of that year recall the horrible screams from the children, the rapid clicking and clacking of those death dealing knitting needles and the soft chuckling of the grannies as they plied their deadly trade.
Some reports tell of Grannies using cunning tactics to snare their prey, such as incredibly sticky worthers originals gluing the victims feet to the floor. Guilt trips to prevent them from leaving the seemingly defenseless old women alone.
And the most fiendish and terrifying weapon of all. The Holiday pictures.
The children counter attacked with loud music and drive by skate board shootings.
The war escalated into the infamous Battle of The Streets. Whole neighborhoods were no go areas. Snipers hidden in every alleyway and window.
To cross the street risked a water balloon to the face
Some found fame gun running catapults to the children. One instance tells of a young man who managed to break the Acre Street blockade to bring relief supplies to the besieged children within; Copies of the beano and Pokemon battle cards.
Others instead infiltrated the Granny alliance and fed them misinformation to help the Children coalition.
Some say that the Cook street explosion was caused when a spy managed to sabotage a grannies gas supplies causing the gas oven she was using to cook her Sunday roast to detonate.
All that was found where two cats and the main heating dail set to full blast
Two children hit on an idea to tape and put on re-runs of Only Fools and Horses to distract the Grannies.
This was devastating to the Grannies as many fell watching Del boy fall through the bar.
They tried to counter with episodes of Bagpuss, but this failed as the children never heard of the show.
Even so, the war was dragging on and both sides were suffering mounting losses. Something had to be done and soon.
The answer was to be found when the government declared their intention to fund new and refurbished Bingo centers.
This caused The Grannies to declare an immediate ceasefire as they switched targets and focused back on Bingo.
Soon after, the conflict ceased. The total number of deaths are unknown. Some records claim 789 children died, 600 wounded (by super tough rock sweets) and 46 missing.
The Grannies suffered 947 dead, 200 wounded (179 from falling and breaking hips) and 42 missing.
To this day, there exists a DMZ between the Grannies and the Children.
The UK now has over 900 Bingo centers to ensure such death can never happen again.

Suffering from writing block, this is what I’ve managed to get out. I *will* write more, I promise!

A flight of seagulls soared overhead, their screeching calls filling the frigid dawn air. The lone figure standing on deck glared at them. They circled the ship effortlessly, mocking the laboured struggling of the engine as it failed to turn over. Lowering her eyes back down to the horizon, she re-lit a half finished cigarette and cursed her luck.
  Jessica Reed leant against the railing, wondering what to do next. The original plan was that after setting off from Moroboshi, one of the bigger floating cities, they would sail to St. Joan’s port to refuel and pick up their cargo before turning south east and for Gaunt Island to deliver the goods. The job had a tight deadline to meet and now with the engine troubles, it looked like they would be late. One of the gulls peeled off from the flight above and landed on top of the bridge. Jessica turned to look and saw the gull staring at her beak turned upwards, giving Jessica the feeling it was judging her.
  “The hell are you staring at you stupid flying disease bag?” she growled. It cocked its head to one side and shat on the bridge window. Squawking it leapt into the air to rejoin its comrades. For a moment, the thought of pulling her pistol and gaining revenge crossed her mind before being dismissed. “Smart arse,” She muttered looking at the stain.

Once upon a time, All I saw in my tumblr dashboard was fassbender. The bugger was everywhere! But he’s gone now, thank the stars. Wait, hold this shit what’s going on!? Ahhhh crap! It’s Cumberbatch!

Damn people, Cumberbatch? I admit, the man is a handsome son of a bitch, but why can’t you people go nuts over Keira Knightly or Natalie Portman?

This feels like my First Generation Kill Marathon again >.>

Jackie Chan wearing a panda hat: your argument is invalid

His look of “What.” is what gets me.

(via rockleetist)

I’ve had a half idea sloshing about this old noggin of mine for a while now for a story. The problem with me though is that while I can get a lot written down quickly if the mood takes me, once that initial spurt is over, it normally means the end of the story too.

This time shall be different. This time, I’m enlisting several of my wonderful type friends on the twitters to watch over me and nag the ever loving shit out of me if I don’t update and post what I write, no matter what I write and no matter the state of my writing.

Sounds like nanowrimo in a way, except there are no time limits besides the patience of my friends.

I figure this to be the only way of me getting anything done, so I’m counting my friends to keep my momentum up when I get going and of course anyone who happens to come along my little spot of the internets to contribute to any ideas or suggestions or spelling corrections they may have.

So with this post, I shall be concentrating on creating a story that hopefully will be enjoyable.

(via consulting-mcbender)

rockleetist:

Brb guys, Laughing forever.

momslilhellspawn:

if season 3 doesn’t start like this, I will be severely disappointed

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