happy star wars day ya filthy animals

may the fourth be with you heritage post

In honor of valentine's day next week have some dinosaur themed valentines made by yours truly <3 feel free to use them as you please!!!

Bonus:

“Dear Force,” he prays. Threatens. He’s arriving at the bargaining stage from left to catch it off guard. “Have I not suffered enough?”

“Mrrrrp!”

“Quiet over there, I’m trying to reach a mystical entity.”

“Myam!”

“Thanks, Ponds. Knew I could count on you.”

Sitrep. Cody’s currently trying to take a nap. It is not going well.

“Why didn’t you turn into shrimp or something easy,” he mutters, shoving the pillow up with his shoulder.

He’s had an incredibly long night in the Jedi Archives trying to help find texts that might help his batchmates turn back into the humanoid assholes they are.

“Mrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.”

“Watch the hair, Wolffe.”

Wolffe chooses to ignore him, naturally. He continues impersonating a broken speeder and kneading Cody’s head.

Bly is— “Meep!” - still stuck behind Cody’s back.

Right. Nap.

His head kind of slumps back with the sigh, the stress flowing out of his shoulders like water down a stream—

There’s a rustling. One of them jumps on the couch, it seems.

Silence.

Cody deigns to open one eye and watches as Ponds drags a Jedi robe onto the backrest before nesting in it in quick, efficient moves.

“Is that General Windu’s,” he asks as if he actually wants to know.

As an answer he gets a stuck up tail and a frankly unnecessary view of his brother’s butthole before limbs, tail, and head are tugged into the fluffy ball of fur.

Alright. Time to close his eyes again.

Crossing his arms, he wriggles around until he’s - “Meep?!” - comfortable. Wolffe is still kneading, Bly is fighting a cushion, Ponds is living Cody’s dreams by being asleep and snoring—

“If you stick your tongue into my ear again, I’ll shoot you into orbit, Fox.”

“Rrya?”

“Yeah yeah, come here, you fool.”

Looking for perfect beach spot..

LMFAO I’M AT WORK & I’M LITERALLY HOLDING MY NOSE SHUT SO I DON’T LAUGH TOO LOUD OMG

IM SORRY BUT IM REBLOGGING THIS AGAIN BC IM WHEEZING IVE WATCHED THIS LIKE 5 TIMES IN A ROW AND IT NEVER GETS OLD

look at those idiot peas go

A lil wimdy

i just posted my very first fic on ao3! :)

It's the morning after the battle, half the night spent on the battlefield, half spent in cleanup. Rex took the morning watch, not wanting to push any of his men further than he has already.

He's sitting perched on one of the many cliffs in this mountain range. The campsite is a little ways down behind him; he's right on the edge of the cliff, overlooking a steep drop, dotted with the odd outcropping and narrow ledge. His legs dangle over the edge, and he swings them a little. His boots strike the cliff face, dislodging a few pebbles. Rex watches them fall into the early morning fog that clings to the cliff.

The mountain range faces an expanse of rolling meadows, shrouded partially under the fog. A river cuts through the grassland, a glimmering silver snake amid the greenery. It’s like something straight out of the holos that Obi-Wan sets as his wallpapers.

Rex inhales deeply, closing his eyes. He discarded his helmet at the beginning of his shift in favor of feeling the chilly air, a welcome respite from the sweat and heat of battle.

Something shifts below him, and he’s instantly on alert. He peers over the ledge, scrabbling for his blasters, then relaxes quickly. Obi-Wan and Anakin stroll into view on one of the ledges, apparently engrossed in conversation.

read the full thing

it's called style, commander. you wouldn't get it

like this? consider commissioning me! more info on my pinned post :D

Tiny unit rescue kitty

Tumblr Code.

This is an absolute tumblr relic. I feel like an archaeologist right now. This is incredible that this is on my dash.

date of origin: 2nd of july, 2012.

Bro what it’s the second of July 2020. Happy 8th anniversary of this classic tumblr post!!!!

And now its 10th. Yay!

Oh, just in time for all the twitter and reddit refugees!

This is just too awesome! Ron Perlman just made mini-Hellboy's day!

I got to work on a show with Ron Perlman about 30 years ago. He was just the kindest guy you had ever met. That shoot was real tough, and he is one of the good memories from production. I've seen him maybe twice since then, and he's remembered me both times. It's something that matters, you know?

Playing Pretend. 2023.

I just wanted to do a piece to break the burnout, so have a smol baby clone running in the rain.

332nd Company Clone

America lifted all boats with high tax rates and investment in infrastructure/education.

Look at the 40s, 50s, 60s,and 70s.

Tax policy created/expanded the middle class.

Here's a fun little website that helps illustrate the disparity between the ultra-wealthy and us:

These fuckers can afford more taxes.

I adore Rex and Ahsoka's sibling dynamic, and I really like how you brought Cody in as an older older brother!

This is soooo good, as one of Cody's lines and as general life advice lol!

Congratulations on 800 followers, and thank you for sharing more of your writing!!!

Daily bunny drawing project - 18 buns

Wake up