regularly cries about the farseers

“She should be at the club” I should be on a quest. With several interesting people

im not really socially shy or anxious its just that everyone in the world is going to fucking kill me if i say one word over the unknown imaginary limit set on me by myself that i made up and only i would ever enforce

you know i think the Real tragedy of burrich’s exile is that there was no opportunity for patience/burrich fraught griefsex after chivalry died

crossfaded off a block of cheese and an apple waylaying every traveller on the road

NYT connections shpuld have an "I YIELD!" button that auto-fails you upon being clicked and plays a little 16 bit animation of a guy kneeling in front of an executioner and closing his eyes as the axe falls

everyone has one fitz male role model/father figure/relative they carry water for. mines chade

you've been summoned for july duty

in many ways being alive is about getting to have a little coffee every morning

fantasy stories love to begin with the world's most razeable peaceful little farming village having a big grand festival

“but he did [this horrific thing]” i am neither his keeper nor happy with every single decision he makes. Also he is not real