Getting yelled at because here I am, fingers fractured and all, still typing shit about Kel Dor, Plo Koon, Dorin, and Papa Koon (Plo Koon's dad) when I should be resting.
But I have been though >: I have like 1823912839812 messages to reply to, reblogs to tend to, shit to do. But you know, when the call of Koon or call of Dorin beckons, I have to answer.
Four more days till I get to visit the clinic for X-Rays and shit. But you know, in the meantime, have a cute, wholesome, old man supporting all your foolishness as long as you stay hydrated, not hurt people, and continue to be kind to everyone ♥
Also, look at that slutty hand in the back that exudes such grace, it should be crowned itself ♥ I also see your knee, old man. Don't tempt me ♥












