Okay so punkcup ch 21 has been written and rewritten like four times now and every time it’s something different. I think I’m on the right track now but it’s not a track I ever intended to be on, so…cool.
“Amanda, why don’t you like pelicans?”
they asked, blissfully unaware of how these bastards camp out on our lagoon dock every winter, shit everywhere, and try to steal food from our fish that live there
Okay but, what if the next chapter of Young God is the most fanservicey thing I’ve ever written? I mean, there’s still information pertinent to the plot, but it’s like…fluff? It’s so FLUFFY right now and I don’t know how I feel about that.
Before ya’ll jump on me for being “heartless” or something, I’m talking about the miserable, mean ones. Not the ones who are nice. I am well aware that there are very pleasant and friendly elderly people. But there are some who are just horrid. Like… You’re old. You’ve lived a long life. Be grateful for that. And if you aren’t grateful and you didn’t like your long life… Well… Sorry, it’s not my fault. Stop coming in here and taking out your anger on me.
I mean… Doesn’t it tire you out being that miserable? Seriously. Ya’ll need some smile therapy or some shit.