tired

i genuinely don't think there's much, if anything, hotter than someone clearly having a blast doing something they're really good at. doesn't really matter what it is. the combo of competence and joy is absolutely lethal to me

whenever I tell a story I feel like Uncle Colm from Derry Girls

Something something headcanon that Susan's horn is made from an antler shed by the White Stag because what else is a cry for help than a wish?

i wish there was a way to say "you're right, but this is really ineffective and even counterproductive messaging to anyone who doesn't already agree with you" without sounding like an asshole

yeah ive met a pansy amongst some bricks before. in June.

Is that a miette?

Pride for you!  Pride for a thousand years!!

you COME OUT to miette? you come out to her as queer? oh! oh! pride for mother! pride for mother for One Thousand Years!!!!

it is almost 2pm i have spent 30 minutes not in a meeting since 7am somebody sedate me