september is coming up so here’s your yearly reminder to leave billie joe armstrong the fuck alone
Well of course. We don’t wake him up until October 1st.
His dad is dead, just don’t.
In case anyone reading my blog is unaware, this is a reference to the Green Day song titled “Wake Me Up When September Ends” a song that Billie Joe Armstrong wrote following the death of his father in September of 1982 when Billie Joe was ten years old. The title of the song references his desire to sleep through September in an effort to get some emotional distance from the death of his father.
He’s since been open about the emotional difficulty of having written the song since many people now message him on October 1st to ‘wake him up’ despite the song being a memorial to his departed father.
It’s generally seen as respectful to not try to wake him up. Let him sleep and let him remember his father in peace.
reblogging again because the end of September is coming up. leave him alone.
Reblogging as a reminder to leave Billie Joe Armstrong the fuck alone on October 1st and any day after it if your message is going to contain anything to do with “waking” him up because September will be over.
What if Shaak Ti, in stopping the Kaminoans from decommissioning clones, asks around if anybody has place and purpose for some non-combatant clones. And Jocasta Nu goes "A bunch of keen young men with eidetic memories? Don't mind if I do" and that is how the Jedi temple library has the most amazing librarians in the galaxy
Domino fails their final test, but Shaak manages to stop them from being decommissioned or sent to work sanitation by roping Jocasta into snatching them up for that reason. All the members of Domino kind of collectively groan and complain but ship out anyway, and they’re pretty sure it’s all going to be this terrible, boring slog through ancient books with some stuffy librarian Jedi -
Right up until Jocasta gets word of a cache of Jedi holocrons on a frontline planet, packs up her five new assistants and her lightsaber, and leads them on the most greuling, dangerous, ridiculous mission through active battlefields and Separatist camps that absolutely no one believes happened when they tell their vode later. Which is absolutely fine, because Domino now knows they have the most badass general in the whole galaxy, bar none.
Listen, I read that Darth Vader comic, this is ABSOLUTELY the kind of thing Jocasta Nu would get up to.
THIS JEDI LIBRARIAN MAY HAVE DEVOTED HERSELF TO BOOKS BUT SHE KNEW HOW TO HANDLE HERSELF WHEN SOME SHIT WENT DOWN.
Best of all, even in the face of danger, Jocasta Nu had her shit together. Even when faced with the desecration of her beloved home and her beloved books and her beloved Archive, she still managed to have her shit together and she deleted it, rather than let it fall into a monster’s hands.
The thing she spent her life protecting and tending to, that’s the thing she destroyed rather than let it be used for evil.
And when further faced with the boy they had adopted, who had murdered his brothers and sisters, including the tiny ones, she pointedly asked him what he wanted, because she could see he had no idea.
Jocasta Nu went to her death with dignity and peace, even after all of the badassery she was capable of.
Jocasta Nu would have been an incredible general for the clones. They would have been lucky to have her and she would have been lucky to have them and I will not be satisfied with fandom until I get at least a 50k+ fic about this on my desk!
i love this so much. and now i’ve got ideasi want that 50k fanfic to include this:
the battalion that’s assigned to her is absolutely flabbergasted that she’s practically ancient. she hobbles around on a walking stick and carries little butterscotch candies in her bag and hands them out at random. she’s always saying things like “speak up, sonny, these ears aren’t what they used to be!” and tells long winded stories that begin with “back in my day-”
and the clones come to one simple conclusion: they’re all going to die
but then, in the middle of their first battle together, the jedi they’ve secretly started calling ‘granny’ behind her back freaking LAUNCHES HERSELF INTO THE CHAOS AND DESTROYS AN ENTIRE ARMY OF DROIDS SINGLE HANDEDLY
like i’m talking backflips, force explosions, the works. and her battalion is so shocked they can’t move an inch while this lady wreaks havoc like some harbinger of doom
and none of their brothers from other batallions believe a word they say. anyway, she lets them call her grandma and spoils them all to no end and they eventually start looking forward to her long stories and weird candies
i reblogged this without the fic ideas and that is a damn shame
we were discussing wills and inheritances in the breakroom today and one of the boys brought up that he heard if you hate someone in your family, you’re supposed to leave them something, literally anything, even if it’s just like 1 penny, so that they can’t sue and say you just forgot them, and one of the other boys said why wouldn’t you just say like “I specifically do not leave anything to this person” and one of the girls piped up “No, leave them 1 penny, it’s a bigger fuck you” and then she paused and goes “No wait, tell them that you leave them everything in the box you’ve buried in the woods and they have to go find it and dig it up and then they can have everything in it, but it’s just 1 penny” and because I am a writer, and thinking up wild things to have happen is part of the writing job description, I (without looking up from my computer where I was currently writing a story) said “or a bomb. I mean, you hate them right” and i looked up and everyone was looking at me and the girl (who FYI is a horror movie enthusiast and I had figured on appreciating the joke) goes “well. I mean, what are they going to do, arrest me? I’m dead.” and I wish I could bottle the looks on the boys’ faces.
I figure out I had ADHD last year, but I didn’t seek an official diagnosis and medication until this year. I’m 30 years old, my school days are long behind me. I slipped through the cracks because I have predominately inattentive type and I was a quiet little girl. Having ADHD does not mean you have to be hyperactive and loud, it means you have a processing problem in your brain that doesn’t allow you to regulate your focus or emotions.
Mental health even now is still taboo to talk about. People are more open now than ever about it however and that gives me hope.
This is a profoundly personal comic and it only reflects my own experience with ADHD. It is on a spectrum with a wide range of personalities. But if my story connects with someone else and helps them, that would mean the world to me.
me continuing to make terrible posts about my extremely niche interests instead of anything people actually followed me for:
Note: this is not ferret abuse, they really do enjoy being carried like sacks of potatos.
As a ferret owner I can confirm that my three ferrets do not give a single fuck about being held like that. A ferret WILL let you know if it doesn’t like how you’re holding it. But they like being turned into potato sacks for some reason.
Yeah ferrets get super limp sometimes when you hold them, plus they have a flexible spine and ribs, it doesn’t bother them a bit. They are just loose sacks of meat and kleptomania.
