Ah, the great indoors

your 20s are about elves, your 30s are about continued meditations on the elf

Imagine you live in a world where artists and artisans are treated like pro athletes. And the equivalent of the star football player at your school ran away with the emo kid who was always skipping class to smoke under the bleachers. And years later rumour has it that the emo kid's got the football star locked down barefoot and pregnant tradwifing it up at a homestead out in the country or something? But gossip aside his career is still going strong, he's gone pro and he's famous now, and one day you run into him and you're like "hey man how are ya?" And this dude does not even grant you the polite decency of pretending to remember you even though growing up you lived on the same street and took the same bus, he just looks at you and goes "do I know you?" And you deserve this, because you are a cop. POV you are Utowin.

im always up at ass o clock doing god knows what

In world of warcraft we have freaking awesome werewolves who are sympathetic and a playable race but every important canon werewolf character actually just sucks

liking a ship but disliking the distinct set of stock fanon that they have been assigned is like one of those punishments dante came up with when he wrote the worldbuilding for hell in inferno