unbound

i am yet another product of the “child who was at best tolerated by the people around them” to “adult who is genuinely confused when people like spending time with them” pipeline

I love The Priory of the Orange Tree because there's all these heroic characters (mostly women) trying to save the world and do right by each other and then there's Niclays, the most miserable old man in existence, who is hung up on his dead boyfriend and constantly makes the most craven, slimy decisions out of spite for Sabran. He's the absolute worst but he's also just a soaking wet cat who needs therapy.

me and the bad bitches i pulled by having matching brain parasites that psychically draw our thoughts together