chey not shay

NOOOOOO OH MY GOD LMAO

That is a new level of containment breach

I love reading Harrow the Ninth because no matter how bad a day I'm having, Harrowhark Nonagesimus is having a worse one

Absolutely horrid that a 10hr sleep does not cure you of all that ails you

it doesn't even cure me of being tired

It should work like in RPGs. I want to be able to go to bed exhausted, poisoned, and missing half of my blood and wake up at 100% fully recovered

My Very Punctual Wife Gets My Night Worm can also be used to remember the order of the planets in the solar system!

Mercury Venus Pearth Wars Goopiter Maturn Nuranus Weptune

everyone always surprised when you can learn bits of information about them from the characters they make... dearly beloved. you took a lump of clay with no form and shaped it with your hands and thought you wouldn't leave fingerprints? what hubris! you leave scraps of yourself in everything you make. sometimes it's a lot more than scraps but just for you i'll pretend i didn't notice

i mean this in the nicest way possible but some of you need to learn how to be annoyed

this post is about everyone who’s kind of annoying (which. everyone is annoying sometimes) but it’s also specifically about neurodivergent people who are just trying to exist in their communities without being ostracized for not doing every social interaction perfectly

tumblr users love reading. you literally stopped for this post just because it has words in it

like say what you will but basically what's happend to ianthe is she's spent her entire life playing second to her sister while working twice as hard than she ought in order to compensate for corona's lack of power. while receiving no recognition for her feats of necromatic power. she finally becomes lyctor and is immediately upstaged by cythrea then harrow. gets her ass beat by the former and spends the next book playing second to the latter who's literally gods special favourite pseudo-daughter now. despite the fact shes's more defective than ianthe. oh and then. ianthe chooses god. chooses to be his last loyal saint but oops! his real daughter shows up. so. ianthe still isn't the most interesting or important person in the room. one of the two things she wants the most. plus her shitty coworker is throwing a temper tantrum in her skull this whole time cause she ate him. i'm just saying she's having a shit immortal life so far

Aw. Beloved little Capitalist Robots..