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my favorite color before watching tbb: idk, maybe yellow?

my favorite color after watching tbb:

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Cashmere Cape, ca. 1912

Reville & Rossiter Ltd.

via Vintage Martini

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people in books and tv shows are always getting so upset they throw an untouched meal in the trash. that would never be me. i'd receive the worst news of my life and still be like Let me put this in the fridge.

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PEDRO PASCAL Vanity Fair

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no book only cat

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To celebrate pride month i made Omega a GF.

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when cats become overstimulated they bite or swat at you, often counter to their apparent enjoyment.

CODY is touch starved and has so rarely ever had his bare skin touched outside of the medbay. so when Obi-Wan wraps his arms around him in bed and nuzzles his beard to Cody's neck...

Okay Cody bites him

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bly my beloved <333

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im obsessed with making these im sorry

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helmet head redraw

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Timothy Olyphant as Raylan Givens JUSTIFIED: CITY PRIMEVAL 1.05 "You Good?"

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gave them impractical but very pretty embellishments hehe

additional notes below the cut:

CODY: I was not expecting Cody to end up looking like a paladin, but it suits him. Ironically, the more I designed him, the more I ended up appreciating his actual design. Something about how he deliberately does not wear any major embellishments reflects his personality as competent and straightforward. He doesn't need any embellishments or fancy maneuvers to command respect, his work speaks for itself.

Also gave Cody a Big Gun (TM) because it looks way cooler than the teeny blaster he usually uses. This is the very first time I've ever had to research firearms for my art because some gun nerd worked on the series and now every single damn blaster is an actual known model and design rather than just being a generic long black rectangle.

WOLFFE: Self-explanatory

FOX: Really struggled with Fox. I love his default design because it already has very little white and I didn't want to hide his fancy pattern. I was originally going to go for a kitsune approach but I was struggling to give his helmet a fox pattern, especially since I didn't want to remove his visor (Wolffe's designers really popped off with his helmet, idk how they managed to fit the wolf design on it).

Ended up giving him the fox pelt shrug, cape, and tassels because I imagine that the Coruscant Guard is extremely public facing, especially in the Senate, so a certain level of decorum and dressiness is expected of them, kind of like the King's Guard at Buckingham Palace.

Shout out to Hot Toys, whose action figures are so beautifully designed I could actually use them as refs for art. Double shout out to them for making every single clone, including the Bad Batch, actually look like Temuera Morrison or derivative of him.

((( I'm sorry TCW but you cannot convince me that the 2008 clone models you made and then got stuck with look anything like Temuera Morrison. ))))

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kiss kiss fall in love

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yeah “i can teach you” is kind and gentle and warm and comforting. it’s also hot. right

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firm squeezes on the shoulder or hand as a form of encouragement + dincobb? 👉👈

hello anon!! thank you for sending this, i hope you like it <3 (the PDA prompt list i turned into an ask meme)

Cobb has to admit: the rancor pit — enclosure, Daimyo Fett had sniffed at him in correction — smells a whole hell of a lot better than he imagined. Likely something to do with the lack of rotting corpses.

“I have to say, Mando,” he drawls, leaned against the sandstone wall, “you’ve quite the stones to put this little play date together.”

From Cobb’s left, bare beskar gleams even in the muted light of the enclosure as a helmet tilts in a way to suggest a glance out the corner of an eye. “You can say it.”

His name, he means. If Cobb were as poetic as their new Daimyo he’d sing a pretty picture to compare his own awakening with a synth arm to the re-introduction of his friend The Mandalorian as Din Djarin. At the very least, Cobb is pleased their rebirths coincided. Feels proper, like. 

“When I’m ready,” Cobb says. 

Djarin (and even that much is a jolt from a bare wire) simply nods. He returns his attention to Fett’s rancor shaking a squealing Grogu in its great bony fist. Cobb can see the tyke’s eyes spinning all the way over here but there’s nothing so joyous as those shrieks. 

“You don’t have to stay for this,” Djarin offers. 

“Nonsense. Love seeing the little guy.” Tik-tik-tik-tik click the joints of Cobb’s left hand, still new to him. He only stares for a second. 

Djarin goes oddly rigid. “He’s fond of… your town.” 

Cobb chuckles, the sound not much more than a warm puff. “Don’t oversell it, now.” 

“I—” 

“Easy, there.” Cobb claps his left hand to Djarin’s shoulder. “No harm done.” 

Djarin can only tolerate Cobb’s touch for a moment, it seems, rolling his shoulder to duck out from under. Cobb curls his hand into a bitter fist; should’ve known better. 

But then Djarin repositions himself on Cobb’s other side. He holds out his hand. He waits. When Cobb only stares, he clarifies, “Your hand, please.” 

Cobb gives his right. 

Djarin tucks that hand just behind his pauldron, along the muscles leading to his neck. Cobb means to ask what he’s doing when Djarin lays his hand over Cobb’s and gives him a squeeze. 

“Your limb,” Djarin says. “It doesn’t transmit feeling, correct?” 

Cobb gives him a cautious look. “That’s right.” 

Djarin just squeezes Cobb’s fingers again. 

A smile blooms across Cobb’s face, warm and languid as porch tea developing under midday suns. “Missed you too, Din.”