Lithromantic/Asexual, transgender guy (he/him), my name is Dashi, mid-twenties. Fredashi and Hezra forever! Protect all the Cinnamon rolls!
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Here is the color version of the art I posted earlier!
I changed it up a little; why?
Because I can!! lol
Hope you guys love it as much as I do!! x3
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Sketched this out during a break from a Christmas comic I’m speed running through! A lil’ something with Angel and Fat Nuggets I wanted to do for fun!
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Headcanon that Lasat food in the Star Wars universe has kinda the same reputation as British or German food irl. At its best, it’s simple and homey, made to fill you up and get you through the Lean Times without being fussy about flavor. Unfortunately this means it also has a reputation for being really bland and kinda nasty, so whenever it’s Zeb’s turn to cook on the Ghost, his food gets…mixed reviews.
Kanan and Ezra don’t mind it. Kanan spent a good portion of his life surviving on pub grub, which is essentially what Lasat cuisine is in spirit and Ezra was homeless for too long to ever turn down a free meal, especially if it makes him feel full too.
Hera and Sabine cannot fucking stand Zeb’s cooking. Sabine comes from a culture whose dishes are known to smack you in the face with spice and Hera grew up a) rich and b) French, so some of the dishes that Zeb makes seem like they should be considered a war crime from her perspective. They both love Zeb far more than they hate his cooking, so neither will ever say anything, but whenever it’s Zeb’s turn to cook, Hera takes the opportunity to practice her sabaac face and Sabine drowns her plate in hot sauce the second Zeb’s not looking.
The only person who completely, unironically loves Zeb’s cooking is Kallus, fittingly enough. He spent most of his adult life eating nothing but ration bars, so most normal foods are too rich for him. Zeb’s cooking gives him the comfort of homemade meals without being totally overwhelming for him flavor-wise. The crew is wary about having him join them, until they all realize they can just give their leftovers to him whenever Zeb cooks, and then he’s suddenly the most popular man on the Ghost.
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I deeply regret my actions
I think my digital footprint is completely fucked by now..just imagining myself trying to get a job in the future but it’s impossible because stupid 10th grade me did shit like this
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do you take a werewolf boyfriend to the vet or the doctor. this is too complicated
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Maybe this is the wrong platform to pose this question given the average tumblr user but
Is it just me or did our generation (those of is who are currently 20-30 ish) just not get the opportunity to be young in the 'standard' sense?
Like, everyone I talk to who's over 40 has all their wild stories about their teens and 20s, being young and dumb, and then I talk to my friends and coworkers and classmates, and we just... dont.
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ROBOT LESBIANS LET'S GO!!!!
(They're adorable, your honor <3)
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suck, and i cannot stress this enough, my cock to the fucking base
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Nobody wants to admit ageism is a real thing but if you like look around at how (capitalist) society treats the elderly it's kind of insane actually. Especially if you take into account intersections of misogyny and racism & how nearly all of them are disabled in some way. Some ostensibly progressive white kid will be talking about "ugh I hate old people" cause they think they're all bigots or whatever but you gotta stop projecting your issues with, like, uncle dale being weird at thanksgiving dinner. Yknow. Old people are just people who got older
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Vintage Madame Alexander Doll- Caroling with Mickey and Minnie
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SINSMAS!!!
Husk x Angel
(yes I know the size difference isn't correct, but please enjoy!)
@ask-angel-anything
Pose reference:
From: Pinterest
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Disclaimer: my hatred of geologists is purely theatrical, but if I did have to kill one for some reason, it would be very easy.
I’d brandish my obsidian knife at them and they’d be compelled to approach. “That’s very cool,” they’d say, confident in their superior strength and endurance from all the rocks they carry around at all times. They’d shower me with very interesting facts about obsidian and hover just out of range of the cutting edge, waiting for me to exhaust myself. “But as it is volcanic glass, it’s very fragile, you see, and isn’t well-suited for use as a weap—” and then I’d hit them with the wooden baseball bat in my other hand, which they would not have noticed because geologists can only see rocks and minerals.
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