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dogma was the friend with the camera—you know the one, snapping candids in between shots of good sunsets and particularly good bits of vandalism (because hey, it’s objectively funny, even if it’s not exactly legal). wherever he went, the camera went too, clipped securely to his hip.
fives and jesse like to give him a hard time about it: what, you think we’re gonna disappear overnight? put the camera down!
canon (derogatory)
fanon (more derogatory)
my personal interpretation of the character (affectionate)
conspiracy.
lmao what if...
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writers, if you’re ever feeling down about your work, remember that a multibillion dollar megacorporation hires and pays a team of storyboarders to create narratively meaningless and incoherent plots for every episode of tbb. you’re doing your art form for free and every word you write has the level of beauty, complexity, and consideration that the mouse capitalists wish they had, i promise
Girl help my mutuals are popular and it’s terrifying
i can domesticate him
i’d like to think that the clones teach themselves standard mando’a, but over time, the physical separation from mandalore and the uniqueness of their circumstance results in them developing their own distinct dialect.
to some extent, the slightly hardened vowel sounds, altered intonations, the idioms specific to the clone experience—they’re just inevitable parts of learning and practicing language in an environment that isn’t wholly “authentic.” but by nature of merely existing and being passed down as a core part of clone culture, the dialect becomes authentic.
and it’s more than happenstance that really cements the dialect in the clones. having their own language is empowering.
bahah one more add on before i log off for fic work—imagine the 212nd on diplomatic sneaky link escort to mandalore
satine: (overhears clone mando’a and butts in to correct their dialect correct pronunciation)
cody: (in clone mando’a) get a load of this lady
i’d like to think that the clones teach themselves standard mando’a, but over time, the physical separation from mandalore and the uniqueness of their circumstance results in them developing their own distinct dialect.
to some extent, the slightly hardened vowel sounds, altered intonations, the idioms specific to the clone experience—they’re just inevitable parts of learning and practicing language in an environment that isn’t wholly “authentic.” but by nature of merely existing and being passed down as a core part of clone culture, the dialect becomes authentic.
and it’s more than happenstance that really cements the dialect in the clones. having their own language is empowering.
we have been mutuals for a month. we have had a single conversation. you know everything about me. you know nothing about me. we are besties. tumblr dot com.
reblog and put in the tags how you pronounce tw in your head
Should I tear my eyes out now? Everything I see returns to you somehow Should I tear my heart out now? Everything I feel returns to you somehow
-The Only Thing
I played this song, The Only Thing by Sufjan Stevens, on repeat when it came on during one of my opening shifts at work, where I had 2 hours to put in my headphones before the store opened and I would have to listen to the same 10 songs over and over again. Despite the original meaning of the song being the artist coping with the death of his mother (as the whole album, Carrie and Lowell, is about) with self-destructive tendencies and thoughts, I thought the lyrics also suited Rex really well, detailing Rex’s disillusionment, grappling with his new freedom and loss of meaning in life, as well as the constant companion grief must have been to him after the war ended. The world also seemed to have wanted me to work on this, as the shift that this idea spawned from ended early, and the shift I was supposed to have today was cut, giving me basically 4 days to just hammer this whole thing out. I’m really happy with it and I think I found my new brush for adding texture too :)) I did have to cut two lines from this, since I didn’t really quite know how to draw them out into a comic format. But I have to say, this was super fun to work on!
There’s two types of dads (big brothers) in the world-
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