I got a notification one of my blogs turned 7 yo today.
I haven't been on here in months but it got me reminiscing a little.
About how I'd eagerly await those reblog/like notifications.
About how I'd squee when I got a message notif.
I remember when I lived/breathed TWD and SW. Those fandoms injected a spark that made life so much more interesting.
I remember writing fics. Getting recs. BEING recd.
I remember chatting people overseas until legit 2 am my time on a worknight.
I'm not really involved in any fandom right now. My online fandom friends have drifted away. People I used to talk to multiple times a day have just...disappeared.
I get sad because I remember how it used to be. So fun. I remember thinking how boring my life was before I got so involved in my fandoms. Now that I'm not in them anymore it makes me sad because my life is once again dull.
I wish I could get excited over things again but I just can't.
I scrolled through my feed and saw some old "faces" and smiled remembering. I guess I should be grateful I had that time at all.
I packed away all my fandom merch and will probably sell/give it away. I spent so much money on that stuff, lol.
Thrawn ponders his choices for whatever cause; he may have caught sight of something in the snow or mountains. Alternatively, something might have occurred among the Mitth Ruling Family that he needs to consider. When he reaches his Homestead, his resentment over what happened will fade away.
Here's a commission I just finished for the awesome @ industrialpanic over on instagram!✨💙✨💙✨💙
This was so much fun to draw, and I'm super pleased with how it turned out!
What if... Something went wrong over Sposia, and Thrawn indeed ended up detained by Dy’lothe, admiral of the Chiss Defense Force, who was reputed to have not a single sympathetic bone or ligament in his entire body. And Ar’alani had to improvise to get her friend and partner in crime out of this mess so they could save the Ascendancy. All is fair in love...and war. Or so they say. 🤔
@chelenovelaweek
“Ar’alani, what the hell are you doing?” a voice bellowed from the speaker.
“Just getting your attention, Admiral Dy’lothe,” Ar’alani said.