Well, it’s that time again, folks! Time to miss a deadline and explain what asshole body part we have to blame for it!
Yes, I’ve had to put Hug Your Local Werewolf—my story of a queer boy who’s lycanthropically challenged—on pause for a little while. Fittingly, my Patrons got first-access to this explainer, but I figured all you faceless beauties on my analytics feed deserved a rundown as well.
Buckle up, kids, this gets hairy.
Happy belated May the fourth, my good nerds!
I had an excellent Star Wars day myself, drinking good beer with good friends while wearing the physical proof that we’re not in the dark timeline after all.
But while some of us yelled about the stars aligning perfectly to give us Donald Glover’s casting as a young Lando Calrissian over Star Wars themed beverages, others chose to highlight their distaste for certain aspects of the franchise.
Now. As someone who’s spent a few thousand words detailing her own distaste for certain Star Wars storytelling choices, I’m not one to throw stones in this, the most fragile of houses.
Except people are coming for my very favourite trash sand lesbian and I will not have it.
My Relaxolotl pattern got a sweet sweet colour variation! I was gonna make a joke about them swimming in Grape Soda but it turns out that’s like a deep purple colour?? I’ve been picturing it wrong this whole time?? My whole life is a lie???