I didn’t plan on being a wanted fugitive.
Of course not. That’s not a thing you ever plan on doing. You don’t wake up on a fine Sunday morning, look up at your ceiling and say to yourself; ‘Today, I’m going to become a criminal.”
You don’t. You don’t do that. Please, don’t do that.
For the Official Record in case anyone is taking notes, I was not the mastermind behind the whole operation. I wasn’t the main character - I still am not, actually. I’m not even the love interest.
I’m just the guy who ended up being very, very unlucky. Enough to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.
For me, that was eleven a.m. in the playground next to my apartment.
Oh, who was I kidding? I was practically inviting trouble on my doorstep, what with being up at such a godforsaken hour as that.
The morning air was crisp and cold against my skin. My dull grey and ratty jacket was like a teaspoon of sugar against a tablespoon of coffee - not enough to ward off the bitterness.
Goodness, I could so go for a coffee right about now. Not even with any cream or sugar - just the pure black bitterness to maybe send me back a day before this all even happened. Wouldn’t that be grand - I wonder if it were possible.
You might be wondering about now; “Hey, what’re you doing standing in the playground near your apartment at eleven a.m in the morning if you don’t like being awake that early? You don’t even have proper attire against the chill.”
Now that is an excellent question. I had no little kid to watch over - I didn’t have a partner, and I didn’t really plan on having for the next few years or so. I didn’t even have like, a pet or something that I had to take out for a walk. I lived alone.
Oh no, I wasn’t standing there because I had to watch over someone. I was standing there because I was looking for someone. Or rather, something.
I was looking for the magical arrowhead that I’d been forced to buy on the internet that morning.
I didn’t even know what an arrowhead was before that morning.
the mandalorian season 3
comparable should NOT be pronounced like that
If they can’t see that making business with terfs is a bad idea, then we’ll make them see.
If they can’t see that giving terfs a platform is a bad idea, then we’ll make them see.
If they can’t see that we do not want anything to do with giving profits to a terf, then we will make them see.
Hey, so they’re making a Netflix Harry Potter.
With that in mind, we’re all gonna remember that JKR is a terf who has literally been cited by legislators engaged in legislation that actively harms trans people, and we’re not gonna give her any more money.
That means not streaming the new show on Netflix, because regardless of how much influence she has on the production, she gets paid for it.
We’re gonna make the show flop. We’re gonna show Warner Brothers that we don’t forget (of course, how would we forget, it isn’t as if she’s stopped), and that their business association with terfs is no longer profitable.
It is NOT like Lovecraft, because Lovecraft is very dead and his works are in the public domain. By consuming Lovecraft media, you are not giving any money to old Howard.
Firefighter demonstrates how to put out a kitchen fire
Grogu is older. Stronger. He can protect the other younglings - he can even protect Master Luke, despite the constant questions of 'why you?' That, Grogu thinks, is a stupid question. Who else would it be?
https://archiveofourown.org/works/28909794
well, there you have it. the first step in my Mandalorian Grogu Universe. I have a lot of ideas, some of them really cool, some of then might be terrible. We’ll see how it goes.
(The fic does heavy reference the first part of its series, so strong encouraging to read that first part before this one)
damn fuck i will spam little nightmares on main you legally cannot stop me
also i’ve never played either games i just watched the walkthroughs and im hooked goddamn it
1/ oh my god, oh my gfuckkdnnddndg god. the game was so beautiful. the graphics were :Chef’s kiss. i want to see every shiny wet surface from the rain in my head at all times. i want to print the hunter’s forest and make it my wallpaper. i want to cry myself to sleep staring at the purple glow of the doors in the transmission tower. i am going apeshit over the graphics oh my goddd
2/ maybe it was just me but i never really was into into little nightmares before? i mean i watched the first game obvs, and i knew there was a second game, but I didn’t hype myself up or stave of my hunger (hah) by gleaming little details as it developed. so when Mono rescued the little kid from the hunter’s cabin i was like ‘awww, friend. friend from woods. hold hands with friend. team up with friend. keep friend safe at all costs’ and that was that. then what happens? in the rain? after the school? little friend gets a raincoat? little friend gets a very familiar raincoat? little friend is actually really fucking important to plot?? i lost my goddamn mind.
3/ the monsters all freaked me out. one way or another, they did. for the hunter, it was the way six and mono got rid of him (THE DETAIL OF THE SHOTGUN’S DRAWBACK AHSUAIHSUIHSUIWH WHAT). for the teacher it was her freaky ass neck. for the doctor well, other than the fact he’s practically spiderman, it was the fact that they burnt him alive. oh my god and thin man. Thin Man. oh my god.
4/ the details. the details. the details. like i said earlier, the shotgun draw back. the fact that if you hold a flashlight and six’s hand in the same hand then you can’t really use the flashlight. the fact that if you shine a flashlight in six’s eyes then she lifts a hand up to cover them. just oh my god, they do not rest.
5/ six’s coding. man. she’s a really person isn’t she? where she go after you defeated the living hand and got a power cell? you think she’s just gonna wait for you at the exact same spot?? you think you’re, what, a video game character? you think you have to do everything by yourself and act surprised when six actually knows what to do? what do you think she is, an npc of a video game?? huh??? huh???
6/ i think we reached the ending now. the ending tore my heart out. i was like the greek guy that stole fire for Man but got punished by having eagles eat my liver out every day. that but it’s my heart. what the fuck man. oh my god after all we been true. damn fuck six and mono were friends how could you. let them be friends. let them be friends. they need friends.
7/ obviously when my heart has been broken in such a violent manner the only remedy is fanfiction. oh my god the fanfiction. glorious. amazing. you lot are doing god’s work. i will die for each and every one of you.
how other people see my enthusiasm in writing fics: passion
how it really is:
goddamn it i god rick-rolled so badly. im never going on youtube again
Mary Oliver, "Don't Hesitate" from Devotions