at least in all of this nonsense, luke and leia are clear
leia is a siamese cat, and luke is a golden retriever.
i mean just look at them. it's obvious. luke skywalker IS a golden retriever. he doesn't quite understand what he is doing but he is a VERY good boye trying his BEST and that's the entire original trilogy summed up for you, you're welcome! meanwhile in the back somewhere leia has locked eyes with you and slowly pushed your drink off your desk
of course the real dick answer to this would be to just blight some poor commissioner's inbox
"hey, i want one shitty au darth vader from my fanfic but as a furry please! oh, he's a krayt dragon."
"a *what*"
"yeah we see a skeleton of one in a new hope but otherwise the appearance is a bit all over the map in the comics and whatever haha, here's your money and good luck lol!"
...but just to complicate things, i also have called the motherfucker "prince of cats" ("What, drawn and talk of peace? I hate the word..."), and keep describing him as leonine in appearance, or pantherlike in movement in upcoming chapters (since he's enjoying the fact that, uh, he can be sneaky)
...i think i may just like animal related metaphors too much for my own good
i'm leaning towards wolf or fox, even though that is cliche
it is a BIT difficult to figure out WHICH because i've already done art/done titles referencing him as "between reynard and ysengrin" - e.g. he used to be as darth vader ysengrin the wolf, fully invested in might-makes-right with the brute force of the empire behind him, but he is now reynard the fox, living by wit and cleverness first and foremost along with the rest of the rebel alliance...
in which a wigglytuff is god's own perfect idiot
me: wow i wonder why i have this itchy red patch on my back? i hope i'm not allergic to something like the cover of the chill pack i use for my shoulder!
my mom, looking at it: honey that's a chilblain
me: ......
my mom: you've been doing 20 minutes on, 20 minutes off, right?
me, remembering how i usually just slap it on there and then sit for like 2 hours: ..........uh...............................................
....you could probably break skin with this if you had a sufficiently sharp toothpick or other toothpick-sized bolt....
....
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"yeah i concealed carry" i say as i pull out my palm-sized crossbow, loaded with a sewing needle; "ow what the fuck" says the mugger, "goddamn what the hell, you know you can just get pepper spray right",
fishing in #ffxiv is in fact zen as hell. you definitely have to be in the mood for it, but if you are, it's amazing.
seriously. put on a podcast, kick your feet up, and just go fishin'.
is it high octane action? nope. but it's peaceful. you get to enjoy the lovely views. you get to relax. it's a great time.
(top hint: in sound settings, turn the music down low so it doesn't drive you mad, but leave sound effects up so you can hear the sploosh of a fish on the line along with your podcast.)
something that i may make into a meme at some point for #Splatoon2 , as just happened to me
No Fear
[enemy team is all with japanese names, '6 winning streak!']
One Fear
and anyway, that's how you know #Emory is in fact better than #UniversityofGeorgia . our mascot has never died
CAN'T KILL WHAT'S ALREADY DEAD BITCHEEEEEEEEEEEEES
animal death
peta is completely right in saying that Uga the bulldog never should have met the longhorn steer mascot of texas either.
the best thing to do is when the current Uga bulldog dies - on average, they've been living like 4-5 years. it'll be soon. - drop the practice of being the bulldawgs entirely.
instead the next Uga should be a bully-breed-mix pound pup, promptly fixed, socialized to work the crowds, and used as part of a campaign to promote UGA fans adopting from shelters.
30 y/o - token cishet - tumblr refugee. spoonie/15 chronic conditions in a trenchcoat/actual cyborg. just hangin' in there 