statistically speaking...

The 'ingredients you can pronounce means it's healthy' line implies a world in which the kind of nutrition a person requires scales with their biology education and grasp of phonics. Which isn't true, of course, but sure would imply some interesting worldbuilding if it were

"Potassium cyanide. Arsenic trioxide. Polonium 210. Tetrachlorodibenzodioxin," I say, smugly and with full confidence, before downing the glass of wine my political rival insisted on pouring for me. Seconds later, she watches with a smirk as I collapse writhing to the ground, in the knowledge that I never could hit that "R" in "pinot noir" quite right

not my labyrinth not my minotaur

Not my beautiful house either

notice how its littlest pet shop and not littlest pet shelter, littlest pet adoption center, littlest pet rehabilitation. really twisted.

smoking is one of those things that lends itself pretty well to comic paneled dialogues that are long and chill because it allows for longer back-and-forth standing-and-talking where the character still has an intermittent action in between lines and something to do with their hand, and you can have built in dramatic pause opportunities. next i will be studying characters speaking to each other while eating a burger

i've ran out of which could mean nothings. i think this just might mean everything

"i have died. badly." is one of my favorite phrases in the english language its always bouncing around in my head like a dvd screensaver

you're only a jester if you're from the jester region of france, otherwise you're just a sparkling buffoon

ooooOOOooooo this is a subliminal message to put brass instruments in your electronic music oooooOOOoooo

kind of love it when someone is given a position of power they don't want and instead of being all reluctantly noble and stepping up to bravely bear the burden they're an immature cunt about it

i don't mean competently evil. i don't mean they get tragically and sexily corrupted into becoming a suave, sensual dominator. i mean they recognise the illusion of choice and privelege that they've been collared with and regress to crying and throwing fits and sulking and indulging in petty cruelty like an overgrown child in the hope that someone "better" will decide they're unfit to rule and take it all away from them.

in a just world there would be no words that rhyme with queue

making ttrpg characters is humiliating like hi here's the character she made and it has a tiny bit of her soul and is based on ideas gestating in her skull for the past decade. please be gentle and ignore what its existence says about her