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Merry Christmas with Din & Grogu!

Gifting with Grogu

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You know what, just shoot me.

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He fainted.

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Neel and Hayna

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THE SNOOPY SHOW • 3.13

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Aye.

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My cartoon for this week’s Guardian Books.

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THE SNOOPY SHOW • 2.13

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But, you are a Jedi, right?

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There is no map to At Attin.

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Horror movie it is.

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Just wanted to give a big shout-out to all the people who participated and enjoyed Mini-Comfortember this year, here and on ao3. I have a couple of prompts to finish myself, but I still wanted to take the opportunity to send BIG HUGS in particular to @3-2-whump, @lunarthewolf, @mybrainismelted, @rose-of-pollux and @teine-mallaichte. I've loved reading your fics and discovering your art and I guess it goes to show that you don't necessarily need to know characters or a specific fandom to feel the love and care and comfort you shared with all of us.

Maybe see you next year? Have a lovely December!

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december is here⛄️

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Part 2 of this Comfortember The Last of Us Part II fix-it drabble. This time with Joel. Once again, don’t read if you want to avoid spoilers for the show. Also, I'm aware we're in December, but I only have a couple of prompts left! :D

As always, prompts are here if you want to have a look. And the ao3 collections is located there.

Enjoy!

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“Are you sure you’re fine looking after Sammy today? Sorry to spring this on you on your birthday.”

Sarah was staring at him a bit strangely over her coffee cup – he had to force himself to look normal. But what did normal mean now exactly?

Apparently, the new “normal” was this: Sarah was alive. He was alive. The pandemic had never happened. He had a grandson called Sam. He still lived in the same house in Austin. And his watch still worked. Oh, and today was his 58th birthday and Sarah had made him pancakes, which he couldn’t make himself eat. What if everything was about to unravel all over again? What if the infection spread again? What if -

“Something wrong with your food? Did I mess up the recipe?”

“I’m just not hungry,” he pretended, and grabbed his coffee instead. The best coffee he had ever ever tasted. God, he had missed coffee. He didn’t care if this was just a dream, he would at least enjoy that.

Sarah still didn’t look convinced. He tried to smile to put her at ease, but that ended up backfiring – he was probably very rusty in that department.

“Are you sure you’re not coming down with something?” she asked, standing up from the table and raising her palm to his forehead to check if he had a fever. Joel sat very still, heart pounding like crazy. “I can ask a colleague to give you a check-up at the hospital.”

“I’m fine,” he replied in a breath. He’d forgotten the smell of her hair – either his mind was very good at recreating it, or in this strange reality she still used the same shampoo as when she was a teenager.

He’d just died. What the hell was he doing there? What was happening?

“Can we go to the park, Joel?”

Sam was six. With the biggest brown eyes and Sarah’s smile. He had been utterly unable to reject him as yet another figment of his overacting imagination. That child was real. He was too stupid to come up with something so detailed. Never in a million years.

“Sure,” he said immediately, and his own smile must have looked natural this time because the kid nodded enthusiastically before rushing out of the room again to watch his cartoons. On the flattest and biggest TV screen he had ever seen in his life. How the hell had he afforded it? Was this normal for 2023? And why were cellphones so massive now? Surely they should have gone smaller.

“I promise to call the realtor as soon as I have a break during my shift, we’ll be out of your hair soon.”

He’d grasped in the limited time he’d spent in that perfect universe – paradise? was that it? he didn’t believe in heaven, and he certainly didn’t deserve to be there if it was – that his daughter had recently moved back. He’d been too busy taking in everything to press for details. Might have something to do with Sam’s father, since he was nowhere around. Good.

“Don’t,” he said before he could stop himself. Sarah paused as she was loading the dishwasher. “I mean, there’s no rush, I like having you here.”

“I should make you breakfast more often,” she quipped.

Joel stared at her as she poured herself coffee in a thermos – once again, a massive one, what was this supersize thing all about? – he couldn’t stop himself. This would probably all disappear in an instant and he would be back to…wherever you were supposed to go when you died. Nothingness, most likely.

“I’ll be back around seven, don’t let Sammy have too much sugar, bye baby!” she yelled in the direction of the living room.

“Bye mommy!”

And she was off before Joel could hold her back. How much time did he have left? Shouldn’t he have said something? No, she was already pretty freaked out. And he had a job to do – looking after his grandson in a universe he had only experienced for a couple of hours. Should be simple, right?

As he poured himself more coffee – he’d be perfectly happy to just live on coffee for whatever time he’d been granted here, thank you very much – he looked at the calendar stuck to the fridge. September 26th, 2023. But this wasn’t right. His last memory in that other world – the real world – was in 2028. Why the hell had he be sent back 5 years? Was it a significant date, somehow? Apart from being his birthday?

Joel spun around in his kitchen, the cool air of the A/C he could somehow also afford in this reality grounding him.

Think.

September 26th, 2023.

And then it hit him, and he felt terrible for not having thought about her as he had been focusing on being with his daughter again.

Today was the day he had met Ellie for the first time. In the real world. Well, the other world. Who knew what was real anymore. But this had to mean something. If he was here to stay – and he really fucking hoped he was – then he had to find her. And perhaps save her again.

Maybe that was it. Maybe he’d been brought back here because there had only been one thought running through his mind as he took hit after hit from one vengeful daughter. If he’d been given the choice, he would still do it all over again. He would still choose Ellie.

In this life or the next.

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