I know I want a 200k slow burn fic about Ahsoka helping raise Hera’s kid and training him when he gets old enough while falling in love with her over the years but that probably means I’ll have to write it myself and noooooooooooo

Trying to explain Bluecifer to out of state friends is always an experience. “Yeah I’ll come pick you up and we’ll drive past the blue horse with glowing red eyes that actually fell on and killed its creator. It’s the epitome of Denver. OOH! Fly in after dark it’s even better!” God I love this state.

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What’s also good is Completely Forgetting to tell visiting relatives about bluecifer, picking them up from the airport and hearing them SHRIEK and going “oh yeah, that”

For the Non-Coloradoans:

Bluecifer, Our local elder god.  Absolutely nothing in that pic is photoshop.

He’s 32 feet tall, and most unfortunately, his head fell off while he was being assembled and killed his creator.  Bluecifer gets struck by lightning on a semi-regular basis which should melt fiberglass but his Dark And Unholy powers have prevented any damage.  He’s got glowing red eyes:

(Once again, none of that is photoshop.)  And disturbingly detailed human-sized genitals, which I’ll let y’all google for yourselves.  

He sits in a not-legally acessible bit of roadway just outside DIA, the most Conspiracy-Riddled of airports, and people run across the highway to get to him to bring him offerings and praise.

Welcome to Colordado!

The first day after con info drops is about 50% working out the 50 or so tags people are using for spoilers and blocking them, and 50% watching the antis self-combust over out of context quotes from the writers…