I Never Check My Email Because Then I Will Have To Reply To Some Of Them And That Is How You Get More

sometimes the only ‘feeling’ I have corresponds to the picture of my baby brother crying at blue coloured paper

i dont want to unlock shit

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

Thank you yellow! I’m glad I didn’t die either!

Suddenly remembered this one dream I had when I was running a pretty bad fever.

Y’know that one Tom and Jerry episode where Tom dies and he goes to a train station in heaven? Yeah, I was there. And I was arguing with the train conductor. And I was going; “Let me in, you know who I am.”  But then the train conductor. They tipped their hat at me and shook their head. “I’m sorry, my friend, but it’s not your time.” And then I woke up.

comparable should NOT be pronounced like that

can we please take a million steps back and address the whole ‘bee-fucking-beekeeper’ thing-

I saw the future. There were so few bees left that they cross-bred beekeepers with them so they could better connect with them.

I was taking a test to identify plants (I won because some dude thought pineapples were berries) and after that I met a beekeeper who worked inside of a giant glass beehive and had little antennas and a dope ass beard.

GREEN FLAGS

GREEN FLAGS

GREEN FLAGS

GREEN FLAGS

“First of all” I say indignantly, with absolutely no idea where i’m going with this

Writing Prompt #2

‘Spring’

Lots of people, each with their own thoughts and likes, leads to lots of opinions.

Lots of opinions, means that sometimes its hard to find one that you can really relate to.

It’s hard to find someone that you can truly relate to.

Where I live - where I was born and raised and planned to raise my own children here - has four seasons.

The usual; Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter.

To me though, there’s something special about spring.

Maybe it’s just the relief it gives after harsh winter.

Maybe it’s the smell of the flowers blooming, and the smell of the dirt they grew from.

Maybe it’s the birds, singing their song for all to hear in the morning.

Spring’s the best season, in my opinion. I’m always happier in spring.

My good mood usually doesn’t go unnoticed, too.

‘The Spring Joys?’ My flatmate asks me, when I nearly skip out of my room.

He likes summer better than Spring, but he says he enjoys watching the smile on my face during these three months.

Every year, every spring, he asks me this. At first, when we first met and were still awkward with each other, I can see a glint of hard amusement.

Like, as if he was laughing at my spring mood.

As time wore on, we grew closer. When he locked himself in his room after the death of his foster parents, I left him meals in front of the door. When I stressed over my younger siblings not having work, he sat by me on the sofa and listened.

We even helped each other fight off our nightmare of a landlady from wrangling this flat out of our hands. Afterwards, every moment spent had a certain sweetness to it.

Every year, every spring, I smile at him. ‘ ‘You can cut all the flowers, but you can’t stop spring from coming’,’ I quote.

He rolls his eyes, as always. I spot a glimpse of a smile hidden away, as always.

As we move on with our daily routines, I can’t stop the occasional glimpse out the window.

Can’t help the smile that tugs on my lips.

The contented sigh that escapes my lungs.

Spring is here.

19 years after the events of 'If you must die, sweetheart,'

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)