Okay i swear to god I’m halfway through writing a new Klance fic and its super cute but I got caught up shiny hunting in pokemon, and 800 eggs later I’m starting to think this “Masuda Method” doesn’t actually work
Now that I’ve finished the main body work for tunes that you know (the name of the series for A Song They Sing) it’s time for gremlin brain to write self indulgent storm trooper OCs fic. They were only in chapter one but that doesn’t matter I love them. They’re all disasters and once they meet again those Mandalorian Genes kick in and Cody vibrates with the Need to Adopt Lost Children and absorbs them into his weird little found family.
Since some energy has freed up–i.e., the relief of everyone having at least the first vaccine shot means I’m not plunged in a whirlpool of worry every time someone in the house coughs–I’ve been getting more in the way of reading done. I had a stack of manga by my bed, which has been absorbed. Now the stack behind it can be approached.
Clarke’s Piranesi is at the top. I read it all in one gulp on…
....Now I want to look up my local shiny rock-shop and buy more shiny rocks, especially as fidget/tumble-stones. Of course, the best fidget stones are found when you’re there to actually feel them and test them out. My tiny hands have Very Specific feeling-grooves for certain shapes and textures.