Everyone else was just like: “Oh, fuck: It’s Vader!” and standing around in shock and terror when Vader was revealed. Even Chewie.
Most people, I suspect, would have that reaction.
Meanwhile, Han’s first reaction, instinctively, in less than a second, was to grab a gun and try to flat-out end the guy.
He failed, of course. But God Damn if you can’t appreciate the effort.
Moments I love: Being distracted at just the right moment to miss the loop, so it looks like Vader pulls his gun and he just whips out another one and keeps shooting.
Which is really the only way this could be more Han.
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#Star Wars #flashing gif #I didn’t actually laugh aloud but it still amused me enough to reblog
#tag rambles #Brin owns *two* 2010’s computers now #proud citizen of The Future #our home and cherished land #home of the brave #*finally* managed to hunt down this post #(or maybe an identical text post‚ who knows) #didn’t manage to find any copy I’d have *originally* seen but hopefully this random person won’t mind #anyway #I was thinking about this post again while researching the Wi-Fi access on local public transit #(answer: most routes don’t have Wi-Fi and the exceptions are not routes that I am likely to use much) #(buses aren’t yet homes) #home is every public hotspot in town #home is every hotspot run by the county government (they all have the same name) #home is the grocery stores we go to in New York to stock up on cheaper and/or tastier American food #home is that one motel we always stop at for the night on the way to Massachusetts #home is a couple of hotel chains with Massachusetts branches we’ve stayed at over the years #home is every shopping district I’ve ever mapped #I like this post #I’m not a citizen of the world but I am a citizen of every place I’ve ever gotten to know #(admittedly if you restrict to places where my *laptop* connects to Wi-Fi automatically it’s a much smaller list) #(possibly just my house: I don’t think I’ve stayed at any hotels with this laptop and–unlike my phone– #laptops don’t inherit Wi-Fi settings from their predecessors) #(but I like the smartphone interpretation better) #((P.S. interestingly‚ I was unable to reblog this post on my first attempt because my house’s Wi-Fi glitched))
wish i could idle on netflix without it playing some preview like……chill the fuck out i need 150 seconds to physically contact my brain and another 150 seconds to decide if i’m going to watch more ds9 or pack a damn bowl
Seriously though the trailer auto play is anxiety inducing
And really, sometimes I want to watch the credits! I get autoplaying the next episode but it’s a movie, I don’t want to see some shitty trailer
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#yes this #(I almost never use our Netflix account) #(but I’ve [been in the same room while Mom uses it] enough to relate pretty strongly to these posts)
I love Keanu Reeves and the recent surge of love and appreciation for him warms my heart but I dread to think what’ll happen the moment you demons have had enough of him and start digging up/making up “problematic” shit he did or said when he was like 20 or something
Keanu Reeves sold bad copper and was rude to messengers and sent them back empty-handed through foreign territory and I for one am sick of everybody just giving him a pass for the whole thing when we have over a dozen cuneiform tablets documenting his bad behaviour.
Keanu Reeves cut ahead of women and other children to get on the last Atlantean lifeboat.
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#Keanu Reeves #history #our roads may be golden or broken or lost #unreality cw #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #the humour of my people #discourse cw?
AJ Crowley and Harry Potter bump into each other in public:
Harry Potter: Oops, sorry about that.
Crowley: No, it was my fault, don’t worry about it.
Public: *stares at the two men making strange hissing noises at each other*
Both: Wait…
I need this fic immediately
Someone passing, whose business this whole affair was not, said “Speak English, this is England for fuck’s sake!”
The young man and Crowley turned as one and hissed at the person, who suddenly remembered an urgent and important errand elsewhere and ran off to sort it.
Then they turned back towards each other. The young man scratched the back of his head. “Um, this is awkward,” he said, in English, “I don’t run into this often. On the street. Or… Ever. Actually.” He had casually laid a hand on his hip, and Crowley was suddenly sure that there was a wand concealed in that pocket.
Crowley remembered that it was very common in England for serpent speech to be considered a trait of evil. Which, well… anyway. “It’s not common,” Crowley allowed. “Special circumstances all around, I’m sure.” He tried to think of a good way to defuse the situation. “Fancy a pint?”
The young man looked relieved. “Yeah.”
“Crowley,” he said, offering a hand.
“Harry.”
“C’mon, I know a pub nearby. First round’s on me.”
If Harry was surprised by being led to the Cauldron Bottom, he didn’t show it. It was one of the few wizard pubs not attached to Diagon Alley in London- they were a growing population, but still unusual. It was middle of the afternoon and there were a few regulars at the bar, but it was otherwise quiet.
Crowley nodded to the one-eyed barkeep, who nodded back, and then gave a friendlier wave to Harry. “Evenin’, Mr. Crowley, Mr. Potter,” she said.
“Room in the back open, Jane?” Harry asked. “We’ve got some business to discuss.”
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