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Reblog with the most useless fact you know. Doesn't have to be useless to others, just useless to you.

Here's mine: Shrek is based on a children's book (and that's supposedly common knowledge??? Why didn't anyone ever tell me 😫)

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This. I’m adopting this now.

Anyone who reads my ninjago fics… expect this.

Ok, so according to the Tommy, the main reason why Jay isn’t an inventor anymore is because (and this is the exact quote), “Between Jay, Nya and Pixal there were too many characters with that profile.” Aka, there were now too many techies on the main cast to warrant a need for them all, so that part of Jay’s character ultimately got the ax.

Now while I can understand why three techies could be frustrating to work with from a writing perspective, I would like to offer a compromise to this conundrum, as I still firmly believe it was a bad decision to get rid of what’s arguably Jay’s most redeeming and defining qualities.

So, here is my proposal…

Why not have Jay be the “wacky” inventor of the team, while Nya and Pixal remain more refined and practical?

Jay wasn’t just an tinkerer. The guy grew up in a junkyard, meaning he’s used to making almost anything out of what’s basically scrap metal. In the earlier seasons, Jay would build about anything that simply popped into his head, just because he could. He and his entire family even had weird inventions and made up terms for pretty much everything there, no matter how absurd. This is unlike Nya and Pixal, who both have much sleeker styles. Jay is creative and an out-of-the-box thinker, which was one of his greatest strengths.

Have Nya and Pixal tag team and build the main vehicles for the team back at the monastery while Jay is able to spruce something up with limited supplies when they’re out on a mission. His methods aren’t always conventional or practical, or even the prettiest, but they almost always do their job and get the team out of a sticky situation. That way they can all still have that “mechanical” side, but just now suited for different roles, balancing everything out.

Impulse: WHAT THE-

Scar: cool.

Mumbo: *Somehow asleep through this*

The boatem gang after a few hours

Impulse: so Um, what are we gonna do now

Grian and pearl vibing: don’t worry we got this * turns into their watcher forms and summons their mom*

Watcher mom: WHY HAVE YOU SUMMONED ME MORTAL- oh hey kids what are you doing in this neck of the woods?

Grian: moon big and destroyed the server, can we stay with you for a bit?

"Ready or not, never give up."

*modern au, the chain work in a restaurant*

Rude customer: what can I get here that has no sugar, no carbs and fat free?

Legend: Water.

Wild: Honestly, big mood right there.

Rest of the chain - Time: 😶

Time: my mind thinks it’s still 29.

Time: my humor suggest I am 10 years old

Time: and my body keeps asking if we died.

Rest the chain: 😐

Anne: We have ways to make you talk.

Anne: *Slowly cuts a cake.*

Sprig: Can I have some?

Anne: Only talkers can have some.

I just wanted to tell you, whoever may read this, That I am glad to be apart of your day. Even if it was just a small glance. There are so many artists, writers, talkers and so much more on this platform and I am glad that I decided to join. Everyone is amazing and I hope that even just a little big of happiness can fall into your day.

Some of you may have never heard of me before, and even then, I extend this message to you. I hope that whoever you are, wherever you are, that you may smile and have joy. That you may live a good, wonderful life.

From an Lu weekly prompt, I bring to you… MAIL SHENANIGANS!!

I guess this could also be called.. “From one place to another, a postman’s job is never complete” as the actual title of it.

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"Here, can you please deliver this message to Link?" The young princess (or not princess- this is before that time) asked.

"Of course, you can count on me."

"Here, a letter to my grandson, Link." The old smith handed him a carefully wrapped letter.

The postman tucked it carefully into his bag.

"Oh- and before you go. Take this. You might be safer."

He handed him a knife of sharpened metal, clearly well made.

The postman blinked at the large box the women who lived on the ranch gave him.

"Give this to Link please, oh! and before I forget- Here. Take this for all of your hard work."

The postman smiled at the gift.

"Hey- you! I am in need of your assistance!" A voice called out to the postman.

The postman turned his head, being greeted with a hylian dressed in a purple bunny suit.

"First of all- I have a letter to Mr Sir Hero, or also goes by Link. Secondly, will you care for some of my wares?"

Needless to say, the postman did not buy a single thing- He was far too broke already.

"Here, could you give this to Link, my friend?" A raspy voice asked.

The postman nodded, taking the letter given to him. The old man smiled gently at him.

"Thank you." he whispered.

"Hey, I was told you can bring letters to Link while he's on his adventure with his extended family! Could you bring ours?"

Children crowded around him, holding aloft letters to him.

"Yeah- I can."

The postman blinked at his predicament.

A huge stack of letters sat beside him, and a bowl of soup sat in front of him.

"Eat more dear, you must be famished from your adventure!" the old lady poured him some water.

The girl only added more letters to the pile.

"Please, take this letter to General Link, or just Link. He is currently on an adventure. I've been told you can deliver this to him?"

The postman nodded, taking the letter from the queen.

The queen smiled, her armor clanking as she strolled away.

"Let me guess- a letter to Link?"

"You know it! Wait- how did you know that?"

The postman smiled at the beetle backpack merchant.

"I have a keen sort of eye, one could say."

"Here, I have letters for Link, Link, Link, Mr Hero Sir or Link, Link, Link, Link, General Link and Link."

"Mr hero sir?" muttered the one with the blue scarf.

"Don't ask about it, 'General Link'."

"Jeez- touchy much?"

"Here- payment for all of your hard work."

A mailman's job is never over. I will continue to bring letters no matter what.

He shivered at the cold breeze that swept through the mountains.

Finding the house, he walked up and knocked.

There was some rustling, but soon a middle-aged man appeared, peering at the postman carefully.

"And to whom shall I grant the pleasure to?"

"I have a letter for someone who lives here. Who goes by the name of... Link?"

"That would be me."

EXTRA BONUS

"Hello! I have some boxes and letters to the Goddess Hylia?"

"Yes- that is me."

"So, all of these boxes and letters are from the nine Links."

"Ah- which letter or box did the one who wears no pants give you?"

"This box right here."

"Okay then- not going to open that. Thank you for all you have done."

"It was my pleasure. After all, that's what we angels do, we live to bring joy and happiness. We live to serve."

He was enveloped with a warm hug.

"You truly work too much."

Vio: Shadow is our shadow, and he is my brother!

Random hylian: he’s worked with Vaati! He’s destroyed thousands of homes!

Green: He’s adopted…