Wow I Was-

Thanks to quarantine, I might actually be motivated to do something productive

I started this like, months ago because my brain decided ‘oh let’s make a writing blog’

obviously, i’d forgotten all about it and instead only used this address to watch youtube

but!! i’m here now!! and that’s what matters, right?

ok let's see what's been posted since I last watched youtu-

BARBIE?? SAID BLM?? WHAT HELL YEAH WHAT

I love those AUs where it’s like, set in a modern/earth setting and everyone has normal-ish jobs and lives. Mandalorians being one massive motorcycle gang and Luke Skywalker being a kindergarten teacher/owning a flower shop/literally anything else AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Most of these usually turn all the less humanoid characters into humans and I totally vibe with that, especially the decision to change Grogu into like a normal human baby to fit in with the whole setting.

But I see your “Grogu is a human baby” and raise you “Grogu is still how he looks like in the show (green, big ears and all) but nobody mentions it”

Some random, pointing to Grogu: “What is that?”

Cara Dune, Officer of the town of Nevarro or Sumn: “That’s Mando’s boy.”

tumblr comedy I haven’t seen in a while and I kind of miss: when someone says like ‘smoothies are great’ and then someone else says ‘juices are great too!’ and the first person says ‘make your own post’ and then the second person says ‘okay’ and then you scroll down and theres a second post.

Well hey guess what?

After a lot of struggling and more than one occasion where I went “Hey can I just rewrite this whole chapter?” I finally managed to get another one up for ya!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28909794/chapters/72110688

‘what he would’ve wanted,’ is back!! Have fun :)

CAT DAD CAT DAD CAT DAD CAT DAD

This is so wholesome

Hades

He missed his wife. The King, the God of the Dead, in all his power and glory felt like a miserable slob without his wife. Persephone, Bringer of Death, Bringer of Light in his life. She had gone to live with her mother up on the mortal realm. Such was their agreement. She’ll come back to him in a few months - but before that happened, he was to live in The Underworld by himself. At least, that was what he’d assume. Pompeii had been devastating. All those dead - all those people crowding his realm. All the extra work he’d been faced with.  All the pain. The Dead of Pompeii had not died peaceful deaths. He knew he should be back on his throne. He had other Dead to attend to. Other Dead to sort out. He was The King, The God - and he had a duty to fulfill. Yet he cannot help himself from enjoying this walk. The Child’s still bouncy steps beside him - despite what horrors she had faced. The way she constantly tried to meet his gaze; and he would meet hers. Her eyes. Reminded him of his dear Persephone. Perhaps that was why he found himself to be relaxed, despite the multitude of tasks that hung above his head. “To find your Mama,” Hades said, glancing down towards Agata’s wide eyes. “You’ll have to go through The Process.” Agata’s eyebrows furrowed just slightly. Her fear picked up, tinging the air with an unpleasant smell. “The...process?” she echoed. Her grip on his hand tightened slightly. “What process?” Hades glanced away, back towards their path. It occurred to him suddenly that she might not know... Should he tell her? Should he meet The Child’s gaze squarely, look at her, and tell her what had happened to her when Mount Vesuvius erupted? Or maybe, he ought to let her cling onto that Children’s Ignorance for just a little bit longer? What should The King do?

trees don’t give a shit of what mere people call ‘reasonable’

HUGE fan of trees growing in places they should not reasonably be able to

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i dont want to unlock shit

you only unlock this emotion by being terminally online for the last seven years