(no beers in) So how do you perceive me in the privacy of your thoughts

The earthy smell of rain is one of the most divine scents I’ve ever beheld.

Me, vehemently holding a picture of Larry Feegan and Shelly Marsh close to my heart: if they don’t recover a body he’s not REALLY CONFIRMED dead

like many people have said this better than me but no it IS odd that we've come to think of potatoes as so quintessentially european that their presence in historical fantasy where they're anachronistic doesn't jar. and yes people are trying to have the trappings of post-colonial europe without engaging w the icky colonialism part and yes people are neglecting to imagine what a european cuisine without potatoes would be like.

im fully in favour of 'let people have fun w their fantasy world' but is considering how the potatoes got there in the absence of colonialism not a fun exercise? maybe every year the dragon riders go on a great transatlantic potato pilgrimage

why take the lords name in vain when u COULD have the vocabulary of a baseball playing kid from the 40s

“It’s nice to find that little American boys do really say ‘Gee whiz.’“–J.R.R. Tolkien, on receiving a letter from an American fan, 1944.

my noble and wise rare pair vs your crazy reaching stupid crack ship

it's so important to get a useless degree so that no one will ever hire you #Truth