A man sneezes while five other men are talking over him. You know exactly which one sneezed.
Your brain is now unsure if someone has actually said this or if you can hear their voice in your head.
There is a cult for an editor. We are all members of said cult. We all bring our hands together above our heads. We worship this editor. PE/\KE. SPE/\K. P E /\ K E S P E /\ K
There is an infinite number of Adams.
You click on a video that is 10 minutes long. You black out and come to hours later, watching a different, but similar video.
You are called a shizno and you feel insulted. You do not know what this word means, but you are insulted.
All your money is disappearing. You don’t know where it’s going, nor do you remember spending it, but merchandise keeps showing up on your doorstep. You have so much merchandise. Your room is covered with so many posters that they cover the windows. No way in. No way out. You only wear merchandise now.
One man is constantly constantly shirtless and this is not questioned.
You wanted to watch a silly show about soldiers in a canyon. You didn’t know what you were signing up for. It wasn’t this. Anything but this.
There are two pairs of Joel and Adams and no one ever knows which one a person is referring to.
There are screencaps of tweets on tumblr before the staff has even tweeted it.
Another hypothetical situation has been discussed. They must have hundreds of millions of dollars at this point.
A man is impregnated with an alien child, but this is fine. This is perfectly normal. This child grows up and plays on the basketball team. This is perfectly normal.
You feel the strange compulsion to add “as dicks” to everything you say.
There have been terrible, terrible things done For The Kids.
For some reason the dynamite is kind.
Certain state names make you cry.
One man is simultaneously the dumbest and smartest person alive. You do not question this.
A different man is at once a murderous dark god, a loving husband, and a gigantic nerd. This, too, is never questioned.
There are four of the exact same person. Not cloned, however. The clones are a different story we must never speak of.
Everything is also a gun.
You must pick a team in the great battle of red versus blue. Friendships have been ruined over picking the wrong team. There is no remaining neutral.
No one thinks twice about giving a child access to weapon gun hybrids, nor do they reconsider letting them fight the monsters of the world. Clearly, a man has made many, many mistakes.
You do not know who this drunk man declaring that he is the cheese master is, but you accept his mastery of cheese.
We wonder why we’re here. We see it as one of life’s greatest mysteries.
I took the occasion as an excuse to whip up some Ahsoka Tano fanart. I LOVE this character! She was fantastic in the Rebels season two finale. (If you like Star Wars and cartoons, please check out Rebels. It’s really good and deserves more love.)
Just hadn’t posted much and wanted you guys to know I was actually still drawing.
Four of these I’m planning to finish and a few are gifts. Also threw in some western AU stuff I’ve been avoiding posting because I can’t imagine anyone is interested but me and maybe Nicole.
Also, have you guys seen that dress meme? Because that’s where that Hondo came from.
Also, Sillah makes a guest appearance and she’s @nmallenart oc! The rest are Star Wars characters I’m bastardizing I’m sure but at least I’m having fun, even if it’s just mostly by myself XD
Rex: Cello. After a long, hard day, he likes nothing better than to take out his cello and let the deep, sweet reverberations of the music wash over him.
Fives: Electric guitar all the way. He can shred that thing like you wouldn’t believe, and he knows he looks cool doing it.
Echo: Classical violin. He likes the discipline required to play it well, and goodness can he play it well.
Kix: Loves jazz and is a phenomenal pianist, specializing in jazz, swing, and ragtime.
Jesse: Great at singing, and usually croons along to Kix’s jazz piano. His voice also lends itself well to opera and classic Broadway.
Hardcase: Percussion. Anything he can bang on. The louder and weirder the better. Things that aren’t normally percussion instruments turn into percussion instruments around him.
Tup: Ukulele. It’s both whimsical and soothing, and it helps him relax. He’s got a sweet, folksy voice too.
Dogma: Can pretty much do everything. Excellent at guitar and piano, decent with percussion, and has a powerful voice. Not that anyone knows this.
Cody: Double duty with saxophone and trumpet. He knows he’s a charmer when he plays the saxophone, and the command and ostentation of the trumpet is something he can’t resist. Either way, he comes out looking suave.
Waxer: Oboe. Its almost comical yet hauntingly beautiful tone appeals to him. And he can’t resist making it quack like a duck just to annoy Boil.
Boil: Trombone. He loves how commanding it sounds, while at the same time having a softer side. And being completely obnoxious. He is the one in that video playing the trombone, and Hardcase is banging the oven door.
Wolffe: French horn. The discipline required to master it keeps him focused, and the deeply resonant tone calms him.
Bly: Mallet percussion, like xylophone, marimba, and glockenspiel. Tapping away with the mallets helps him relieve stress, and he likes that no matter how hard he whacks it, it will still make a pleasant sound.
Keeli: Clarinet. Both classical and jazz styles. He and Kix have regular jam sessions. People joke that their haircuts made them friends, but it was always the music.
Ponds: Flute. Especially various forms of wooden flute. They have a spiritual quality that he enjoys, and he likes being taught how to play whatever native flute the inhabitants have on whatever planet he happens to be stationed on.
Knowing Anakin has the bare minimum of self-control, and is already super attached to Padmé, Obi-Wan cautions the Council not to send them off on a romantic getaway mission where staying with her at all times is literally the mandate. They do not listen.