Now we're home

show up at 3am on the rooftop with a full pot of caff, because we don’t have time for sleep just like fox

Ahsoka: Gimme a minute. I can’t find my comlink.

Obi-Wan: Ok

-sips tea- so we all as clone fan artists remember that the clones are canonically brown right?

That mr morrison is maori, yea? not white?

A wicked grin split across my face and the gates of Hell opened up behind me, releasing a gust of hot wind that whipped my apron around my body and forced the woman to shield her face. Demons came forth, dancing around in flames with songs of, “She wants to speak to a manager. Did you hear that? She wants to speak to a manager!” before erupting into earsplitting shrieks of laughter, none louder than my own cackling.

I took in the woman’s look of utter horror before my eyes rolled back into my head and I growled,

Jesse: Yellow.

Hardcase: the correct answer is packing peanuts.

Jesse: oh I see, because you carry the two and-

guess I was.... Trying. to do something.... eh. hm.

What if we rewrite the stars?

Say you were made to be mine

Nothing could keep us apart

You'd be the one I was meant to find

It's up to you, and it's up to me

No one can say what we get to be

So why don't we rewrite the stars?

Maybe the world could be ours

Tonight

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