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cowabummer!!
Clone Wars era trip to a planet where men dawning lavish dresses is the norm so to follow cultural tradition Obi-Wan, Anakin, Rex and Cody all have to get dressed up and go to this big event
Cody looks fucking fabulous and he knows it, there is a slit in the dress showing off those toned legs and Obi-Wan is struggling to remember the point of the mission
Rex is having great fun, if he spins the fabric flows about and it amuses him greatly, also a Prince just told him he has a sweet ass?!
Obi-Wan looks like some kind of God, the fabric shimmers in the light, noone can keep their eyes off him [this is also how they find out he has 3 tattoos] and the dress is backless so several photos of that man's shoulders as he reaches to grab something are now online also Rex has to keep smacking Cody because he's been staring at his general's arms for quite some fucking time now
Anakin keeps getting mistaken for a Princess and he's not amused, not at the dress or the royalty comparisons he just fucking hates the colour "Obi-Wan, why do I have to wear lavender? It doesn't work with my pales tones everyone knows I look better in black!" "Anakin there are currently 3 women eyeing you up, stop complaining"
On an unrelated note Rex has just been offered a small city for someone's hand in marriage, Obi-Wan and Cody have been given one room to share because everyone thinks they're a couple [they will be if Cody keeps looking like that for much longer] and some politician has already sent Padme pictures of Anakin
There' a poll on the Holonet after pictures are released publicly:
Huge shout out to Critical Role; over the past few weeks they have silently removed all content involving BWFuckface from all of their platforms. As far as I can tell, they've removed all of Talks Machina, all of Undeadwood, every Between the Sheets, and his episode of Narrative telephone, from both the YT channel and the podcast.
They've done this without comment, without drama, and without much prompting. This silent monolithic support of Ashley and implicit condemnation of that asshole is exactly how companies should deal with these things.
Yes there's the odd moment or two from TM or BTS that gave an interesting insight into the CR characters and cast, but I will happily never see that content again in exchange for supporting AJ without giving an abuser any attention.
Fucking bravo, I'm so happy to be a fan of Critical Role.
Caprese chicken kebabs
US Navy gunboat USS Hunchback von Photograph Curator Über Flickr:
US Navy gunboat USS Hunchback on the James River while commanded by Acting Master E.K. Valentine, 1864. Note the officers on the lower deck with the sailors performing nautical actions above. Courtesy of the Library of Congress. (5/15/2015).
Sometimes I love to imagine all the awkward encounters between people in 18th century Salem pretending that Bob's grandfather definitely didn't go on a maniacal power trip and have Bill's grandmother hanged for witchcraft out of spite, our family names are all different by exactly one letter, we are definitely not related, I don't know what you are talking about
Ik i sent you an ask recently but I've been looking at a lot of your dinbo art again and I'm currently watching Clone Wars and something about it keeps making me laugh bc now all I'm thinking about is Din and Obi-Wan (kind of) being brother-in-laws 😂 just about the only thing they have in common is a love for spitfire women.
I kinda rambled there but once again thank you for your service
This is a bit different from the original post, but I saw a meme about it and thought it was funny 😆 thanks for the suggestion!
In the world of Kovaud, there is a deity which belongs to no pantheon. They are Krheavn (Kr-ee-ven), the deity of dungeons. Their origins are not known, but their effects on the world are fairly substantial. They are responsible for the sudden transformation of abandoned or neglected property into dungeons. The reason for which is also unknown.
Our Lady of Claws and Scales
In the world of Kovaud, there is a deity which belongs to no pantheon. They are Krheavn (Kr-ee-ven), the deity of dungeons. Their origins are not known, but their effects on the world are fairly substantial. They are responsible for the sudden transformation of abandoned or neglected property into dungeons. The reason for which is also unknown.
In honor of Disability Pride Month, here's part 1 of a look at some of the characters in the Sundown story that have disabilities! First up is Drums.
Drums received severe electrocution injuries during a mission while trying to disarm a generator. As a result of the injury, Drums sustained serious (but not complete) hearing loss in his right ear, gained a tremor in his right hand that manifests when trying to perform tasks requiring fine motor skills, and began exhibiting a marked, intermittent loss of focus he later started referring to as bouts of "brain fog". In addition, he began experiencing painful flareups around the areas with scaring.
Initially, Drums (and his brothers) kept his symptoms strictly under wraps out of concern of him being pulled from the squad. This fear kept Drums from seeking treatment of any kind, and his symptoms began to worsen as a result. This caused a rapid loss of function, and contributed to a sharp decline in Drums' confidence and self esteem. The compounding pain of untreated injuries and pressure of not wanting to be discovered eventually pulled Drums into a deep depressive episode.
Only after becoming a Shadow Trooper and receiving help from Nitsani did he get to a point where he felt safe enough to not hide his condition any longer. It wasn't easy for him to accept help, but he eventually did and soon acquired a hearing aid, a special set of tools with weighted handles that mitigate the tremors in his right hand, and medication to help with the flareups. These aids and treatments significantly improved his quality of life and gave him the resources he needed to begin effectively managing his condition.
This might come out of field a lil bit, and from a different portion of the fandom... But I gotta quick question. How do you feel about the idea that Anakin might've known about Order 66 long before it was a thing?
in what sense? like, as in he planned it with palpatine? because haha, no, i don't think that was the case, largely because ROTS relies on anakin being clueless until palpatine's grand reveal. the whole narrative relies on that reveal. also, anakin doesn't really do masterful plans. he does.... walking in and killing the shit out of everything.
but in a grayer sense, i've actually thought about that before. if anakin's predisposed to visions of death, could you imagine what it would be like to dream of the end before it hurtles towards you at breakneck speed? that, to me, is in essence lovecraftian; the curse of knowledge that no human mind can bear. no one should be able to predict death, much less see it obsessively, again and again. i always wanted to write a fic about anakin having constant dreams or visions of the various fellow jedi he interacts with dying, and the twisted self-fulfilling prophecy that becomes when he begins to realize that the red lightsaber cleaving through them was his own all along. in my head, those visions are fragmentary, hard to understand, so the real tragedy is that he can only actually piece them together once it's too late to do anything about it. i am so into that. if i had infinite time i'd write it, but alas :((
Some photos of the “food” section of the Pompeii exhibit at the MSI. I found this section especially fascinating because 1. I love food but also 2. People really are just gonna people. That frying pan, which I think is bronze, looks like the cast iron frying pan I cook with. Next to it is a strainer that’s actually very similar to my mesh strainer and if I could buy one like that today, I would.
That large orange terracotta bowl is two thousand years old and looks like something you could buy in a bougie home goods store today.
The last photo is recognizable to most people with a tumblr and a passing interest in history as a loaf of Roman bread – it has the classic round shape with scoring across the top and an indentation around the edge where it was baked with a cord wrapped around it. It’s a copy of course, but it’s a resin cast of an actual loaf of bread recovered from Pompeii. As a bread baker myself I spent quite a while studying it.
[ID: Three photos; top, a display of cookware including a modern-looking likely-bronze skillet, a small, deep strainer with a long handle, and an angular, deep cooking pot. Lower left, a bright orange bowl with a flat bottom, high rim, and decorative printing on the outside; it has been cleaned and shines with a high red burnish. Lower right, the bread loaf appears as a round black disc with score marks around the edge and on the top.]
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Gold bracelets, Georgia, 5th century BC
from The Georgian National Museum
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Extremely Easy Lazy as Fuck Flatbread/Foccacia/Pizza-type Thing For People Who Don't Know How To Bake Shit
You're gonna need uhh about
1 cup all purpose flour
1 tsp yeast
1 tsp baking powder
2 tbsp olive oil
like a cup and a half of water or somethin
1 tsp maple syrup/honey/sugar/sweetener of your choice
a pinch or a few of salt
whatever herbs you want brother (i used parsley, oregano, basil, and garlic powder)
I am not a baker I literally have only made flatbread and tortillas before in like, a pan on the stove. But it was super easy to slap some leftover dough into a pan to make this heavenly flatbread type thing so here's how it's done
In a bowl you're gonna mix flour, yeast (I use yeast that you just throw in dry, idk, follow your yeast's instructions), baking powder and salt.
Once those dry ingredients are mixed you're gonna add your sweetener/maple syrup, 1 of your 2 tbsps of olive oil, and about a cup of water (literally just enough to make it all come together in a dough)
If the dough is practically liquid or sticky as hell, add some more flour. If it's dry/brittle/wont come together, add a bit more water. It's not rocket science I promise you might need practice but like trust the process
Roll that dough onto a floured surface and knead that shit. So like press it down, roll it onto itself, press again, keep doin that til its a smooth ball
Put that shit back in the bowl (after lining the bowl with flour so it doesnt stick) and cover with a damp towel for 10 mins to let it rise. Alternatively you can put the dough in an air-tight container/plastic bag and leave it in the fridge over night like i did
Preheat oven to like 350F or 175C
After that shits risen get a greased baking pan (as you can see I used a standard round cake pan cause thats what i have) and drop the dough in. Flatten and spread it with your fingers, poke holes into it
Drizzle that remaining olive oil, add herbs and salt to taste, whatever the hell you want really. then pop it in the oven
I didnt time it just like, watch it til its golden brown idk
Take the pan out but let the bread relax for a hot minute. Then put the bread on a cutting board or cooling rack or something. Let it cool completely before cutting into it for best results
I made this to dip in beef soup but its also heavenly on its own as a certified bread enjoyer
Star Wars Poll:
when you marry him...
It had been one week, two days, and six hours since Padme’s secret illicit marriage to her hottie Jedi lover (as the tabloids had enthusiastically termed the situation) had been revealed to the galaxy. The fallout had been enormous. Florid headlines had swung through the news; the Naboo Queen had recalled Padme to discuss her future in the Senate; and the Jedi Council, although busy with the war, had implied that there was a meeting on the near horizon about Anakin’s place in the Order.
Which is why when Padme, sat in her office to frantically cover what she could in the possibly limited time she had left, got a message that there was a Jedi to see her—two Jedi—neither of which were her husband or Obi-Wan or Ahsoka—she inwardly groaned. Just the littlest bit. As Padme had taken fire on the Senate front, Anakin (and Obi-Wan, really) had handled the Jedi. She wasn’t sure as to their purpose in seeking her out, given that their connection to the situation was to her husband, but steeled her shoulders in preparation. The Jedi would be polite, no doubt—but there was also no doubt that she and Anakin had landed themselves in boiling hot water and had yet to swim their way out of it.
She stood up as the two entered the room. Ah. Council members. Higher-up Council members. A nerve-wracking clue as the tenor of the conversation about to occur.
“Master Windu, Master Yoda,” Padme nodded. “I understand you wanted to speak to me?”
“Yes,” Mace said grimly. He crossed her arms and gave her a heavy stare. Below, Yoda remained silent, but also peered up at her as if to see straight through her.
“Would you like me to comm Anakin?” Padme offered politely. “In case—”
“No.” Mace interrupted. He was still studying her, eyes narrowed.
Bewilderment shot through Padme. So, they didn’t want to discuss anything with her and Anakin, but that begged the question of why they were there. She straightened and met their gaze, waiting for them to speak.
“Senator Amidala, I will get straight to the point,” Mace began, arms still crossed as he stared her down. Then, he asked the absolute last thing Padme expected.
Sternly, “What are your intentions with young Skywalker?”
Padme didn’t know what to say.
“My…intentions?”
“Yes.”
To stay married to him? Have babies with him? Live a long and happy life with him?
“I would think that my secret marriage to your ward already indicates the answer to that question,” Padme said a tad sharply, thrown off by the question.
“Precisely—a ‘secret’ marriage,” Mace said, even more sternly if possible. “An elopement.” His grim tone suggested that few horrors in the galaxy compared.
“Meet Ruwee and Jobal, we would like,” Yoda added kindly.
Padme blinked. “You’d like…” Why would Mace and Yoda care…?
All of a sudden, a chilling realization seized her brain. Her parents. They wanted to meet her parents—Anakin’s in-laws.
Which meant that Padme’s in-laws were—
Oh, no.
“You’re older than Skywalker, correct?” Mace was asking disapprovingly, as Padme’s mind distantly tried to come to terms with what was happening. “Significantly older.”
Padme was more than a little offended. “I’m in my late twenties, and Anakin—”
“Anakin was nineteen when you married,” Mace finished with a statement that had not been what Padme was about to say. “Yes. I’m aware.”
“Meeting this week, perhaps would be nice,” Yoda muttered with an absent tone. “Meet Ruwee, Obi-Wan can.”
“Master Yoda,” Padme bravely tried to begin, “I’m sure—”
“Old, I am!” Yoda said with a thump of his cane. “Wait, I will not.”
Padme’s mouth opened, shut, opened again, but before she could say anything, Mace flatly spoke again.
“Anakin Skywalker is the Chosen One, and one of the most promising knights of our Order. The peak of your career was when you were a child, I understand.”
‘Master Windu hates me’ indeed, Ani, Padme was inwardly cursing with a foul irritation. She plastered on a smile. “Yes. If you recall, that was when Ani and I first met.”
“You were fourteen and Anakin was nine, yes.”
Damn it—
“And then we didn’t meet again until we were adults,” Padme said meaningfully, noting how Mace had pointedly said Anakin instead of Ani.
“Which resulted in marriage nearly immediately.”
“After we had spent time together.”
“Time being three days.”
“Three days under duress, if you recall.”
“I recall Skywalker being under duress.” The word vulnerable was unsaid but loudly implied.
“Well!” Yoda sighed, peacefully shuffling up to Padme as if she weren’t currently fighting the battle of her life for her dignity. “Make him happy, you do.”
“Hm.” Mace didn’t say anything else.
“Thank you, Master Yoda,” Padme said, relief flooding through her. “We’ll have to share a meal sometime.”
“A promise, that is,” Yoda stared up—oh no, was he being stern now? And where was Anakin, shouldn’t he sense Padme’s distress—“All of us, together will.”
“Of course,” Padme said smoothly, although she knew the two beings in front of her could easily sense her turmoil, damn it. “Just set the date.”
“We will,” Mace said heavily.
The interview appeared to be over with that. Both exited as quietly as they had come. Padme stared after them as the door shut, and then walked back over to her desk, fell into her chair, put her head in her hands…and started laughing. She had tears streaming down her cheeks when Sabe came in worriedly.
“I heard the Jedi were here, what did they--what’s so funny?”
“Oh, Sabe,” Padme gasped. “I have a new and entirely unexpected appointment next week.”
“…what unexpected appointment?”
Padme composed herself, drew herself up, and said with a grin:
“Dinner with the in-laws.”
Reading the wikipedia entries for minor Batman villains is like, “Mr. Sparkplug was introduced in 1969. He wore a rectangular costume that resembled a sparkplug, and had power to make electrical outlets stop working. After the Infinite Crisis event, he was reimagined as a serial killer with a fetish for electrostimulation. He had a cameo on Batman the Brave and the Bold where the Joker shoved him into a locker. In the New 52, the Riddler killed him and hung his costume over the mantlepiece as a trophy. He is now on the Suicide Squad.”