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sitting through a meeting with jd couch on easter killed the fucking pope

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Neil is one of my favorite Tumblr holidays! Happy 19th buddy!

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I wish you all a happy Neil banging out the tunes day

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happy neil banging out the tunes day to everyone who celebrates

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tumblr where are they

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last year's april fools we had tumblr boops. this year's april fools is apparently the worst change / tumblr update no one asked for

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he would be a battle mercy main i think

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Happy Friday, TBB Fanmily! I hope your week was as productive as Tech’s 😂

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With the amount of Clones created, there was always going to be an overlap of names.

Marshall Commander Cody of the 212th was not the only Cody.

Jesse of the 501st shared a name with many soldiers across many battalions.

There were so many Foxes, younger Clones naming themselves after the Marshall Commander of the Coruscant Guards in a bout of hero worship.

But there was a set of Clones on each Venator that, after passing their normal tests and combat training, went into specialized training before their assignments. A majority of them didn’t have names before the specialized training, and those that did, weren’t really attached to their names and chose their new names amongst the others they worked with.

Obi-Wan met them on the flight deck, the group disembarking from the drop ship and saluting the Jedi.

All of them would join in on the battles and train with the others during hyperspace flight, but it was fairly quick to see that these soldiers worked together in a specific way.

“May I know your names?” Obi-Wan asked. He was still hesitant in asking, knowing names could be a private thing amongst the soldiers.

“My name is Spoon, sir!”

“Cup, sir!”

“I’m called Whisk!”

Eyebrows rose, and a glance to Cody told Obi-Wan that this group was a bit of a surprise to him.

“Are all of you working in the mess hall?” Obi-Wan, not bothering to hide his amusement.

“Of course, sir,” Whisk answered. “We’re all trained in ways to make the nutripaste more appealing, and not to give the soldiers food poisoning. We also know how and what to hunt and forage in case we run low on supplies during a campaign.”

“I see,” Obi-Wan said. And it did make sense. Many Padawans got the same training, especially if their missions took them to the more remote planets.

Obi-Wan continued to smile as he got the names of Fork, Lid, Pan, Pot, and Kettle, but he paused when he heard a second Spoon. He glanced back at the first one for a moment before looking at the second one.

“It’s not often that squad mates share a name,” he offered.

The second Spoon shrugged. “You can call me little Spoon if it helps, sir, but it’s silly if a kitchen only has one Spoon in it.”

The snort of amusement from Cody was more surprising than anything, and Obi-Wan accepted the explanation with a nod and chuckle of his own.

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Found a sketch I made a while ago, so I wanted to finish it. Wish I could remember what the point of it was. Wonder what they are looking at.

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Commission for @niobiumao3

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OMG, it took me a while, but I got this done 👀

"Sensory Overload"

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tough guy

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Tech is alive

But is he okay

(I swear I will post this fic eventually. For now, suffer)

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just learned that magnolias are so old that they’re pollinated by beetles because they existed before bees