The Note

Dear Simon Riley,

If you’re reading this, it means I’m gone. Dead or missing. Or maybe you have some other reason to be snooping through my things.

In any case, I hope finding this brings you some peace.

You can rest assured that at the moment I am writing this note, I have never been happier and I am not sure I ever could be.

You are my family, and my greatest friend.

If you go looking for something after this, let it be good tea, nice smiles, small animals. Don’t go looking for me, you already hold my heart and you always will.

I love you.

- Johnny

The emotional rollercoaster i got from this, because of how *amazing* this is, is just-

PSA

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I don't know if it would really interest any of my readers, but after I finish posting the Clan of Three series, would anyone like an explanation of the symbolism I put in? I might just do it anyways, but I like talking to you all either way

I would really love to read that, symbolisms are not really what i understand-

Facts about hobie I want to see be brought up in fics because Miles reactions would be very interesting

1. My boy is homeless, he’s been a squatter almost all his life

2. He sometimes uses barbed wire instead of webs because he’s crazy

3. For all his big talk about not caring about labels he actually gets really defensive when people call him spider punk and not Spider-Man

4. His world is run by a fascist regime that he is currently leading a rebellion against (so it’s definitely not a place you really want to visit lol)

5. The thunderbolt department (the police) uses V.E.N.O.M suits made by president Osborn

6. Speaking of president Osborn, Hobie eventually kills him by smashing his head in with his guitar

Doesnt Hobie live on a Boat tho?

This is how imagine the behind the scenes of the scene with Mandalore the Great in my Clan of Three story went:

MC is asking to be contacted by someone for guidance

Jedi force ghosts get excited, eg Obi Wan or someone else

Mandalore the Great shoves them all to the side. "This is my kid, fuckers!"

I WANNA SEE THAT NOE

             Please. If anyone is out there… (Y/N) allowed themself a moment of vulnerability, an attempt to open themself to the Force. I need a path. Show me a path.

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            In the Afterlife, the Jedi were, as usual, meditating and relaxing besides the beautiful forests and lakes that swirled with pure Force energy as they gazed through into the world of the living they had left behind.

            Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Qui-Gon's quiet was disturbed as a voice reached out. They opened their eyes and glanced at one another. It had been so long since anyone reached out. All the Jedi outside of Ahsoka and Luke Skywalker were gone. So when the voice called out again, they were shocked. It also sounded young.

            "Is that a...Jedi? A youngling?" said Obi-Wan.

            "It is at least a force-sensitive individual," said Qui-Gon, nodding.

            "Look, they're coming through," said Anakin excitedly, looking out at the pool of water as it rippled to reveal an Ushti teen. "I'm getting a lot of chaos in their thoughts." His head shot up excitedly. "Does that mean I can help them? I can help them not make the mistakes I did!"

            "I'm not sure..." Obi-Wan still wasn't sure about putting Anakin near a kid. Sure, Ahsoka turned out strong, but she was also frequently trouble. That and Anakin's track record with kids wasn't great still.

            "I believe I should go," said Qui-Gon. He stood and walked to the water's edge. "They are young. They need calm guidance due to their own unrest and inability to understand the Force."

            He reached out towards the water. "I shall bring them to the old temple and show them the Force flowing through them and it, to help them feel connected."

            Wham!

            Qui-Gon was knocked on his butt by an armored hand. Anakin and Obi-Wan looked up in shock as Qui-Gon tumbled down the grassy hill.

            Mandalore the Great stood by the water's edge, arms crossed. "This one's my kid."

            "Uh, Master?" Anakin looked between Obi-Wan and the armored being before them.

            "Uh, sir, ma'am, sire...this is a force-sensitive, it is our duty to help guide them-"

            "Don't care about that, they're mine. Try anything and I knock you on your Jedi ass." Mandalore the Great paused. "And I tell Duchess Satine."

            Obi-Wan backed off.

NOT THE "And i tell Duchess Satine" CARD SKSBSHS

Thank you mouse for this, i love you/plat

This is how imagine the behind the scenes of the scene with Mandalore the Great in my Clan of Three story went:

MC is asking to be contacted by someone for guidance

Jedi force ghosts get excited, eg Obi Wan or someone else

Mandalore the Great shoves them all to the side. "This is my kid, fuckers!"

I WANNA SEE THAT NOE

I've waited years to draw this

..No- No! I refuse to join Millennials! I REFUSE!

Clan of Three (Book 2) Chapter Fifteen

Father Figure! Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Teen! Reader

Chapter Fifteen: The Goodbye

Summary: Mando, (Y/N), and Grogu face the end of a journey.

Mouse Note: Don't worry, don't worry. This book has the Book of Boba Fett content as well, so more content soon!

            Mando, holding the Darksaber in one hand and Grogu on the other, forced Gideon, who (Y/N) had happily cuffed, into the Bridge. (Y/N) was happy to see Cara, honored to see Bo-Katan and Koska, and surprised to see Fennec. But when Fennec nodded to them, (Y/N) let it slide. The assassin was on their side if Mando had brought her. (Kind of cool, honestly).

            Bo-Katan stared at the Darksaber in Mando’s grip. “What happened?” she demanded.

            “Mando and I fought him,” said (Y/N). “We won.”

            “They brought him in alive,” said Cara, smirking. “And now the New Republic’s gonna have to double the payment.”

            “That’s not what she’s talking about,” said Gideon. “Why don’t you kill him now and take it?” Cara pushed Gideon to the ground to try to shut him up. Gideon just chuckled. “It’s yours now.” He looked at Mando.

            “What is?” asked Mando.

            “The Darksaber. It belongs to you,” said Gideon.

            Mando deactivated it. He held it out to Bo-Katan. “Now…it belongs to her.”

            “She can’t take it,” said Gideon as Bo-Katan looked away shamefully. Gideon smirked. “It must be won in battle.”

            (Y/N) cocked their head. They had been the one to disarm Gideon and leave him vulnerable to any attack. Would that mean they or Mando had won it? Mando was holding it, so people looked at him, but (Y/N) had no idea how any of this worked. It was all too Force-related and Mandalorian-related for them to understand. Maybe there were some rules they didn’t understand.

            Worthy…Won…

            (Y/N) jerked as the whispers in their head grew crisp for a moment. Their eyes drifted to the  as it consumed the light around it. The hell…

            “In order for her to Wield the Darksaber again, she would need to defeat you in combat,” continued Gideon.

            “I yield. It’s yours,” said Mando.

            “Oh, no.” Gideon chuckled. “It doesn’t work that way. The Darksaber doesn’t have power. The story does. Without that blade, she’s a pretender to the throne,” he mocked.

            Bo-Katan swallowed. “He’s right.”

            “Come on, just take it,” urged Mando.

            Any further discussion was interrupted as an alarm began blaring.

            “Well, perhaps she’ll get another crack at it,” said Gideon.

            “Shut up,” snapped (Y/N).

            “The ray shields have been breached,” warned Fennec. “We’re being boarded.”

            “How many life forms?” questioned Bo-Katan.

            “None,” said Fennec.

            (Y/N) huffed. It was those damn Dark Troopers that had kidnapped them and Grogu.

            “You’re about to face off with the Dark Troopers,” drawled Gideon. He glanced at Mando. “You had your hands full with one. Let’s see how you do against a platoon.” He smirked.

            “Mando, give me the Darksaber or the knife so I can shut him up,” muttered (Y/N).

            “No,” said Mando.

            “Kriff,” cursed (Y/N).

Im crying like a little infant .⁠·⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠(⁠>⁠▂⁠<⁠)⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠·⁠.

I had to...I was thinking who could play atreus if it was movie or series...hear me out

Jared Gilmore.

or OR hear me out.. Sunny Suljic as Atreus.

fireflies lighting up a rural Pennsylvania field at dusk

As a european i sometimes forget furefkied are actually real and not american folklore/cryptids. Like you’ve got friendly little bugs that glow in the dark….. b r uh

in case europeans were worried: we love them very much! even tho they’re clumsy and slow and sometimes bump into you, no one swats fireflies here, or takes them for granted. even grownups sometimes reach out in the summer and gently catch a firefly for a minute before letting it go.

By “reach out” that’s meant quite literally–you just kinda. Stick your hand in their flight path and they land on you and will sit on your hand for a bit. Sometimes if you’re just walking or standing outside while they’re active you have to shoo them off you because they’ll just. Sit on you.

They’re harmless and very pretty and it’s always a treat to see because they’re out for a relatively short time each year.

So Sad We Have to Wait a Year+ to see HIM Again 😭

Cannot WAIT to see what happens with Prowler Miles and Universe 42. I'm hoping for wholesome Morales twins moments with a good helping of angst. See you again in 2023! (Or later 😭)

we will see him in 2026 😞

Clan of Three (Book 2) Chapter Eight

Father Figure! Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Teen! Reader

Chapter Eight: The Base

Summary: While the Razorcrest gets repaired, Mando and (Y/N) take a job with familiar faces.

            “Alright, let’s try this again,” muttered Mando as he fiddled with the Razorcrest controls again. The ship had been pieced together, barely, and was flying unsteadily, but it required continuous monitoring. “No. Nothing.”

            “He’s in the wires again,” said (Y/N), peering into the hole in the wall where the Child had situated himself. “But I don’t know if he got the red out. Hey, buddy, no, not that one. That one. Good.”

            Mando was slightly amused at the affectionate relationship between the pair. Good. They’ll have each other when they leave me. His heart sank. But who would he have?

            “We’re plugging the red wire into where the blue wire goes, right?” asked (Y/N).

            “Yes,” said Mando.

            “Alright, kid, switch the wires,” said (Y/N). The Child looked at the wires in his hands curiously. “Don’t touch them. Just put the red where you just got the blue one—” The Child touched the wires together and squeak as there was a short spark. He was unharmed, but smoke filtered out of the hole. “We warned you,” sighed (Y/N).

            The Child cooed and climbed out to them. Mando took a seat next to them. “There’s no way we’re making it to Corvus in this shape. I think we need to visit some friends for repairs.”

            (Y/N) perked up. “Peli or Nevarro?”

            “We’re too far away from Tatooine and she’d charge a fortune, so Nevarro,” said Mando.

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            Sputtering, the Razorcrest managed a fairly gentle landing on the outskirts of Nevarro without breaking apart. Karga and Cara walked towards the group with grins as they descended onto the planet surface.

            “Looks like someone could use some repairs,” observed Karga, amused. He shook Mando’s hand and then (Y/N)’s.

            “How’s my credit around here?” asked Mando.

            “I think something could be arranged. Isn’t that right, Marshal?” asked Karga rhetorically to Cara.

            Cara smiled. “I’m sure we can work something out.”

            “I’ll get my best people on it,” promised Karga. He gestured to a few men milling about. “Let’s fix this man’s ship! I want it good as new!” He turned to (Y/N). “Now, how has the little bounty hunter been?”

            “I helped capture an imperial freighter,” said (Y/N) proudly. Karga whistled.

            Cara smirked. “Great job, kid.”

            “I sent them out the cargo hold,” elaborated (Y/N).

            “Good thinking,” said Cara. “And did you use anything I showed you?”

            (Y/N) nodded. “Avoid hits if you can instead of blocking.”

            “Great,” said Cara, smirking.

            Mando sighed. Everyone was encouraging their instincts to fight.

"Altruistic he is not." Our Yoda activated-

Clan of Three (Book 2) Chapter Seven

Father Figure! Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Teen! Reader

Chapter Seven: The Freighter

Summary: (Y/N) and Mando work with Bo-Katan for the first time, and (Y/N) definitely enjoys themself.

Mouse Note: I am heading into the mountains so updates might come at weird times and depending on how many chapters I have saved up the schedule might change. I hope you guys understand <3

            After eating, Mando, (Y/N) and the Child headed through town to check on the Razorcrest and then find a place to say. However, they were interrupted when a group of men in similar clothing to the fishermen they had faced walked out of the shadows.

            “You killed my brother,” said the man in front.

            “Let me pass,” said Mando. He was tired and irritated enough.

            The man chuckled. “I don’t think you understand. You killed my brother, and now I’m going to kill your kids.”

            Mando tensed, and (Y/N)’s hand traveled to their blaster. Before they engaged in the fight, however, the three Mandalorians landed behind their group.

            “He didn’t kill your brother,” said Bo-Katan. “I did.”

            They all moved at once. The Mandalorians and (Y/N) fired at the men, and several fired back and fell. It was over in seconds, and each man slumped down to the ground.

            “Can we at least buy you a drink?” asked Bo-Katan.

            Mando was silent, and (Y/N) nudged him, giving him a look. He sighed and nodded. He would trust his kid’s intuition.

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            Bo-Katan, Koska, and Axe (Bo-Katan had politely introduced them all to remain civil) sat across from Mando, (Y/N), and the Child.

            “Trask is a black-market port,” said Bo-Katan. “They staging weapons that have been bought and sold with the plunders of our planet. We’re seizing those weapons and using them to retake our home world. Once we’ve done that, we’ll seat a new Mandalore on the throne.”

            “That planet is cursed,” said Mando. “Anyone who goes there dies. Once the Empire knew they couldn’t control it, they made sure no one else could either.” He looked at (Y/N). “They’re taking everything from Ushti, too. The Empire ruins what it touches.”

            “Don’t believe everything you hear,” said Bo-Katan. “Our enemies wanna separate us. But Mandalorians are stronger together.”

            “That’s not part of my plan,” said Mando. “I’ve been quested with returning these children to the Jedi.”

            (Y/N) scowled at the reminder and took a sip of their water sullenly.

            Bo-Katan raised an eyebrow. “What do you know of the Jedi?” She glanced at the Child and (Y/N) as if assessing their ability to be a Jedi.

            “Nothing,” admitted Mando, and (Y/N) nodded in confirmation. “I was hoping you would help me by Creed.”

            Koska, Bo-Katan, and Axe exchanged glances. (Y/N) knew Mando was about to be offered a job.

            “I can lead you to one of their kind,” said Bo-Katan.

            We actually have a lead, thought (Y/N). They weren’t excited.

            “But first, we need your help on our mission,” said Bo-Katan.

            “Mission?” asked Mando.

            Bo-Katan rose from the table. Her fellow Mandalorians stood, and Mando and his Clan followed. Bo-Katan brought them to the port and nodded to a ship.

            “You see that imperial Gozanti freighter,” said Bo-Katan. “It’s being loaded with weapons as we speak. According to the port’s manifest, it’s scheduled to depart at first light.”

            “So we stow away?” asked Mando.

            “We’ve been hitting them pretty hard,” said Koska. “They scan for life forms as a precaution before pushing back.”

            “If we’re gonna do this with four, you’re gonna need the element of surprise.” Mando knew he had to accept in order to finish his quest.

            “Five,” corrected (Y/N).

            “No,” said Mando sharply.

            (Y/N) narrowed their eyes and crossed their arms. “They’re imperial. I want in.”

            “No,” repeated Mando firmly.

            (Y/N) glared at him. “I’ll find a way.”

            “I don’t want you in this fight. It’s too dangerous,” said Mando.

            “I’m coming,” said (Y/N) fiercely.

            Bo-Katan and her Mandalorians smartly decided to stay out of the argument.

            “(Y/N).”

            “Mando.”

            (Y/N) clenched their fists as they glared at him. Their Ushti markings were as sharp as their gaze. A subtle creak of the boxes on the port echoed in the silence. Several wooden slid backwards at (Y/N)’s anger.

            Bo-Katan glanced at the boxes. That was the power of the Jedi. That explained why Mando was searching for Jedi. The kid needed guidance.

            Mando took a deep, deep breath. “Fine.” He knew that (Y/N) would do something stupid if he wasn’t there to stop them. He could keep them safe if he was with them. “But you stay close and you listen.”

            (Y/N) shrugged. “I always do.”

            “You don’t,” said Mando, and (Y/N) pointedly ignored them.

            Suppressing an amused smirk, Bo-Katan spoke. “Alright, so we have five. We’ll still need the element of surprise, but we have a plan. The freighter will maintain cruising speed while inside the shipping lanes and then ascend to orbit. We’ll jet up when they’re cruising in the atmosphere. The tower won’t allow them to climb until they’ve left the port’s airspace.”

            “Troopers?” asked Mando.

            “A squad at most,” said Bo-Katan.

            So there are definitely going to be more since nothing is never that simple for us, thought (Y/N). At least I’ll have more to shoot.

            “And they couldn’t hit the side of a bantha,” said Axe.

            “We leave this morning,” said Bo-Katan.

            Mando nodded and hefted the Child closer in his arms. “I’ll find a place to leave him and rejoin you here.”

            Bo-Katan nodded.

Ah yes Bo-katan the only mother figure i need.

Hobie Brown, Emotional Preparation, and the Art of Great Dialogue

Nearly all of Hobie's dialogue is written with his goal - protecting and preparing Miles for Miguel's abuse - in mind, even if it may not be obvious at first watch.

Here's an unhinged breakdown where I over-analyze literally every one of Hobie’s lines and explain how every sentence was written to contribute directly to Miles’ radicalization.

Hollywood. Pay your writers. (:

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Hobie has around 10 minutes screentime total, but for the sake of introductions and this analysis, let's start at the end of the battle, and the beginning of the quantum hole.

Starting with his first line in the scene:

"I don't follow orders. Neither does he."

"Bit much, innit?"

"Gwendy, How much have you told him? About his place in all this? Maybe not enough."

how the fuck do Hannibal fans function like normal people after finishing this show . how do you do anything aside from suffering from severe brainrot

thats the thing, we only suffer from severe brainrot

Clan of Three (Book 1) Chapter Fifteen

Father Figure! Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Teen! Reader

Chapter Fifteen: The Smith

Summary: (Y/N) meets another Mandalorian and finds Mando once more.

            Karga shone a flashlight ahead of him, Cara, and (Y/N) as they walked through the abandoned sewer system of Nevarro. Cara held the Child as he fussed, and (Y/N) held their blaster tightly, glancing back every-so-often as if Mando would turn the corner and be back with him. But he was in the bar with IG, bleeding out.

            As if in answer to their silent hope, an explosion rang out, and (Y/N), Cara, and Karga whirled on the sound. A flashlight beam curved around the corner as two figures walked towards.

            It was IG and Mando.

            (Y/N) ran up to Mando. “You’re alright!” The Child babbled happily at Mando’s return.

            Mando groaned, clearly still injured. “Apparently.”

            (Y/N) could have hugged him they were so relieved.

            “I got you,” said Cara, supporting Mando on her shoulder after she handed the Child to IG.

            “We need to keep moving,” said Karga.

            (Y/N) hovered around Mando in case he needed help as Cara led the way as Mando directed them.

            “Do you know which way to go?” asked Karga.

            “No, I don’t know these tunnels,” said Mando. “I’ve only entered from the bazzar.”

            “Well, if we get the smell of sulfur and follow it, it’ll lead us up to the plains where the river flowers,” said Karga.

            “The imps will catch us before we make it to the Razorcrest,” said (Y/N).

            “We need the Mandalorians to escort us to safety,” said Mando.

            “This place is a maze,” said Cara as they continued through tunnels.

            “Wait. Stop,” said Mando suddenly. He lifted his arm from Cara’s shoulders. “I can stand.”

            “The bacta infusion is working,” said IG.

            “I’ll try to find tracks,” said Mando. He looked at the ground as his visor scanned. “We’re close.” He turned and led them down a corridor. “Turn here.” He slowed to a stop as they entered empty barracks. A pile of discarded helmets lay in a pile on the floor. He went to his knees before it to pay tribute to the lost Mandalorians.

            (Y/N) swallowed and stepped forward. “I’m sorry…I’m so sorry, Mando.”

            Cara put her hand on Mando’s shoulder. “We should go.”

            “You go. Take the ship and the kids. I can’t leave it this way,” said Mando. He looked back at Karga and spoke angrily. “Did you know? Is this the work of your bounty hunters?”

            “No,” said Karga, completely honest. “When you left the system and took the kids, the fighting ended, and the hunters just melted away. You know how it is. They’re mercenaries. They’re not zealots.”

            Mando didn’t believe him. He stood and jabbed Karga in the chest. “Did you do this? Did you?!”

            “No!” cried Karga.

            “It was not his fault,” said a smooth, calm voice.

            (Y/N) and everyone else turned to see a Mandalorian with a golden helmet, red armor, and a fur lining around her neck. The Armorer.

            “We revealed ourselves,” she said. “We knew what could happen if we left the covert.” She picked up a piece of broken armor. “The Imperials arrived shortly thereafter. This is what resulted.”

            “Did any survive?” asked Mando, hesitating a moment at the possible answer.

            “I hope so. Some may have escaped off-world,” said the Armorer, loading pieces of armor into a cart by her side.

            “Come with us,” said Mando.

            “No,” said the Armorer. “I will not abandon this place until I have salvaged what remains.” She pushed her cart into the armory, and Mando followed. The Armorer began placing metal plates into the furnace to melt. As the others filed in, the Armorer spoke. “Show me the ones whose safety deemed such destruction.”

            IG moved forward with the Child strapped to his chest. (Y/N) stepped out, squaring their shoulders and refusing to be intimidated (even though the Armorer was quite intimidating).

            “These are the ones,” said Mando. “The Child and (Y/N).”

            The Armorer moved to take a closer look at them. “These are the ones you hunted, then saved?”

            “Yes. They saved me as well,” said Mando.

            “From the mudhorn?” confirmed the Armorer.

            “Yes,” acknowledged Mando.

            “How did you and the Child save him?” asked the Armorer, turning to (Y/N).

            “We can…move things with our minds,” said (Y/N). “Sometimes, at least.”

NOOOOOOOO- IG MY DROID BBY GIRL ༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽

Clan of Three (Book 1) Chapter Twelve

Father Figure! Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Teen! Reader

Chapter Twelve: The Offer

Summary: Mando gets an interesting message, and he has to consider bringing his foundlings closer to danger.

            (Y/N) flipped their dagger between their fingers after they finished the latest job. It had been a simple one, just a bail jumper, but Mando knew a low-profile job would help them lay low while making some money. It had gone well, and Mando, (Y/N), and the Child were back on the road, flying through space until they came across another planet Mando was willing to stop on and find a job.

            (Y/N)’s fighting had definitely improved. They were more adept at thinking in the moment and adapting to the fight. It came naturally to them, like their senses were attuned to understanding what their enemy was planning on.

            Not for the first time, Mando wondered whether their natural talent at being in battle and their strangely heightened senses could be attributed to their weird abilities. Mando had never been around one, let alone two, people with “magic,” so he couldn’t know for sure, but nothing really felt out of the question.

            Mando turned back from where he was watching (Y/N) twirl their Ushti dagger when a sudden holographic communication came through. Mando let it play.

            The small form of Greef Karga appeared on the Razorcrest dashboard. “My friend, if you are receiving this transmission, that means you are alive.”

            Mando focused more intently. Something seemed somber in Karga’s done. (Y/N) and the Child sensed it too, growing quiet and leaning forward.

            “You might be surprised to hear this, but I am alive too. I guess we can call it even,” continued Karga’s message. “A lot has happened since we last saw each other. The man who hired you is still here, and his ranks of ex-imperial guards have grown. They have imposed despotic rule over my city, which has impeded the livelihood of the Guild. We consider him an enemy, but we cannot get close enough to take him out. If you would consider one last commission, I will very much make it worth your while.

            “You have been successful so far in staving off their hunters, but they will not stop until they have their prizes,” said Karga. “So, here is my proposition: Return to Nevarro. Bring the children as bait. I will arrange an exchange and provide loyal Guild members as protection. Once we get near the client, you kill him, and we both get what we want. If you succeed, you keep the children, and I will have your name cleared with the Guild, for a man of honor should not be forced to live in exile. I await your arrival with optimism.” The message ended.

            A moment of silence passed as the Child and (Y/N) watched Mando.

            “What are we gonna do?” asked (Y/N).

            “The job would benefit us, but if it went wrong, I’d be dead, and you two will be back with the Empire,” said Mando honestly.

            “But if we did it, your name would be clear, and the Guild and the Client wouldn’t be after us,” said (Y/N).

            Mando turned around in his seat. “It will be dangerous.”

            “I’m willing to fight,” said (Y/N) fiercely.

AND AGAIN THE AWARD FOR THE MOST AMAZING STORY GOES TOOOOO!... ANONYMOUSE!!!