I Knew The Song Was Coming But It Still Hit Like A Flash-bang When I Heard Heat Waves Start Playing

I knew the song was coming but it still hit like a flash-bang when I heard Heat Waves start playing

After a long time of not posting, mulling over my fic work, deal with personal issues, I have returned!

Here’s my SWTOR Light-sided sith, Kai’theria! I’ve been listening to Pet Sematary by Starcrawler and kept think about her.

No context spoilers ahead!

It’s a damn good day to be a Critical Role fan.

I’ve had a big brain moment:

So everyone knows how white-washed Tech from the Bad Batch is? Like looks nothing like the other clones or the guy he’s a CLONE of? And how they made up BS excuses as to why? Well I’ve come up with a solution.

Tech came out sickly, pale, and small. The Kaminoans initially want to get rid of him but they decide to test if he is as intelligent as they hoped. He was of course. But Tech began to equate his worth with his intelligence, leaving him to over explain things to prove that he actually understands. So the gang sit with him while he info-dumps about something in excruciating detail. They’re willing to listen to him if it helps him feel safer and calmer.

I second this, I feel like I’ve been punched in the throat

this pride month was so fucjed up can i get a redo

Had a dream and now yall deal with the result

In said dream Quackity and Sam make a huge mistake. They tell Ranboo to stay away from the Vault(since Techno is there now) or else. But during one of his EnderWalk strolls he gets near the Vault and Sam follows through on his threat. Sam kills Michael, under Quackity’s orders. Last thing I remember before I woke up was Ranboo’s face, massive split open mouth, glowing eyes, and his claws swing at Sam’s face.

Hmm, AU ideas