For Tech Tuesday, I colored in the sketch of my husband as Tech and his grandmother’s psycho dog.
Randomly put Crosshair's tattoo on the old girl and....it works.
Crosshair would totally be a hateful little white Texan shit hound that mauls EVERYONE, kills NONSTOP, pisses on EVERYTHING, and yet, is an absolutely loyal little asshole who lives way too long and looks so fucking SMUG in all her pictures.
"Look at me! I do nothing but hateful garbage all day long, but a rich old doctor's widow and her Golden Child Grandson love me and that's ALL THAT MATTERS!"
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(I can't say enough about what a fucking asshole Boo the Pekingese was. Boo sucked. Boo bit toddlers, children, old people, Korean War vets, other dogs, mail carriers, construction workers, LDS missionaries, everyone that made the mistake of coming near her. I always gave the little fuck a wide berth whenever we visited.
To clarify, this dog was NEVER abused or anything. According to FIL, GMIL brought her home with her two littermates Mimi and Leela, who were lovely and playful until the day they died.
Meanwhile, Boo marched in, took one look at the massive Art Deco ranch home that was to be hers, and waltzed over to GFIL's art collection from Iran and promptly pissed on it. When GFIL ran over to yank her off, Boo promptly bit him multiple times on the hand and arm.
GFIL almost drop kicked her into oblivion right there and then. Had quite a fight with his wife, GMIL, over Boo, and shortly after, volunteered for Doctors without Borders. Using his retirement and MD to reattach limbs in post-Khmer Rouge Cambodia was preferable to sharing a home with Boo, apparently.
Don't know if that story's true or not, but the incidents are there and Husband's grandpop did serve in MSF/DWB for most of the 90's. I think it's because GFIL was a good person and wanted to spend his golden years and medical background making the world a better place, but who knows. What's a Texan story without insane exaggeration?
Meanwhile, Boo bit my husband, who was a little boy, RIGHT ON THE FACE, when they met. Husband, at only 5 years old, laughed and hugged the dog, despite bleeding from his forehead. I guess he earned Boo's respect there, because whenever Husband came by, Boo would turn from a biting, snarling lunatic to a friendly, happy pup. She'd sit in his lap and let him carry her around like a loaded rifle. I guess once she tasted his blood, but not his fear, things changed. Who knows.
Boo did not have a terrible ending. No. Boo died in her sleep, curled up on GMIL's bed in the warm Harris County sunshine, at age 21. She's now happily chilling in Satan's arms, I'm sure.)
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“Where’s Tech?”
“Outside. Something about aiwhas and a comm recorder—”
“What about aiwhas?”
“I…think he said they might talk.”
I sort of have a headcanon Tech’s interest in sounds, recording, and language started when he was pretty young, and that it started because he had some trouble communicating and being understood. Wanting to connect ended up naturally leading into curiosity about how everything else tried to communicate.
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Joining Star Wars Tumblr with a banger 🫶
Hi! I am Mayo, a history student who watched her first proper Star Wars in October last year. I’m an artist who is mostly active on Twitter, but my friends have recommended spreading to Tumblr aswel. (I have no idea how this app works…)
My interests are Dathomir (specifically the Nightbrothers (specifically Maul and Feral)), Clones, droids, Ithorians and men who eat cereal. Next to canon characters, I also like to draw my own OCs. I will definitely show them on here from time to time. As a side quest I am also creating my own Dathomirian clan. 💛
My most iconic art are probably these silly looking clones. They are still a work in progress. (For my twitter followers: I have tanned their skin a bit more. I forgot I had my blue light filter on and got jumpscared earlier).
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