Me: *develops incredibly common minor health issue that most people deal with at some point in their lives*

Me: clearly this is a sign of deep personal failure and death is preferable to anyone finding out about this ever

A bunch of my stuff is broken from being thrown into a box, I still can’t find several things I use on a daily basis, and Mom is still stomping around slamming things and snapping at everyone because I’m not being grateful for this 🙃🙃🙃

signs as clone wars things

depabillabaa:

aries: ventress locking boba fett in a box and selling him

taurus: the one clone throwing a plate of plain toast at cad bane

gemini: quinlan vos doing a flip out of a plane hundreds of feet in the air just to fucking roast obi-wan

cancer: ahsoka’s lesbian vibes with every girl she interacts with ever

leo: saaaahvaj owprez

virgo: the times where there are really gruesome deaths (e.g. clone getting cut in half with security doors) but no blood, ever

libra: cody and his men dog-piling grievous

scorpio: fives’ maniacal laughter as he steals the ship

saggitarius: oooOOOooOOoh. MEtEoR shO w eR.

capricorn: every time obi-wan strokes his beard

aquarius: ‘running HITHER and YON as if on a CRUSADE’

pisces: darth maul being literally incapable of shutting the fuck up, ever

parents went and rearranged my room and touched all my things and moed my furniture without asking and they know i don’t like that i’ve had repeated meltdowns in the past because of it and since i have no right to privacy mom probably went and read all my journals and stuff again and now she’s mad because i started crying because i have no idea where my stuff is and it’s all in the wrong places and everything is wrong