bitch, i’m raising my hand, my feet and my four lightsabers. I haven’t been so stressed out since my first finals in uni. Which is when I started reading the Desert Storm. I now start to think, maybe it was connected somehow...
If you too have been personally victimized by the recent chapters of @blue-sunshine-mauve-morning’s Desert Storm series, raise your hand 😭
"This is what you see?
cassian never sees the death star plans.
he never knows that he was forced to build the very weapon that they used to kill him, kill millions of others.
he never knows that so many men died — were tortured, and traumatised, all so that the empire could kill millions more.
he never knows any of this, because they killed him with that same weapon too.
i want 24 blue checkmarks. twitter cannot get a dollar out of me but i want nothing more than a hoard of completely useless checkmarks that may or may not turn into crabs at any point.
New vet today asked me if my eyeless dog was blind and like ??? oh god I hope so????
1. Buy out all the chapstick and lip balm from your local dollar store
2. Melt it all together in the microwave and pour it around yourself in a circle outside
3. Sing “Kumbaya, my Lord,” until you hear thunder
4. Once you hear thunder, break the chapstick circle with your foot
5. Scream as Crusty Rat Man sprints towards you on all fours like a rabid dog
I don’t think I could talk about The Sandman on here because, like, Neil Gaiman is here, just hanging out. I’d be like “Oh, I like how they visualized this one scene, it was different from the comics but I don’t think they original comics visualizations would have worked in live action “ or whatever And then Neil Gaiman might appear like “Yeah, we were having trouble figuring out how to do that scene until one of our production designers had a vivid hallucination while eating a 3AM Gyro purchased from an all-night food truck outside the Bass Pro Shop pyramid” and I don’t think I’m ready for that experience. Alternatively, I could say “Dream is a little too scrungly to be a classic Tumblr Sexyman, but he is prime meow-meow blorbo material” and Neil Gaiman might appear and say “Yeah, we were having trouble figuring out the exact ratio of Sexyman, poor little meow meow, and Blorbo, but the final characterization appeared to Tom Sturridge in a vivid hallucination while eating a 3AM Gyro purchased from an all-night food truck outside the Bass Pro Shop pyramid” and I don’t think I’m ready for THAT either.
theres something inherently holy about kitchens
Help me prove a point