Prickle-Eye Bush

resurrected a dead language and it came back wrong

Eighteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeenth ceeeeeeeeeeeentury <- the long 18th century

Peter Wimsey: my ideal date would be a long romantic walk on the beach while we hunt for clues for a murder

What a time to be alive.

I am 100% cooler with this knowing that the spear-thrower realized “oops maybe I shouldn’t have done that” and tried to make it right, and that the guy who the drone belonged to was cool with it

Everything about this post blesses those involved with a +4 on their next Today is Good Day roll

Happy Ulf Hath Slain A Dragon With His Spear!

10 years!!

'Listen. Harriet. I do understand. I know you don't want either to give or to take. You've tried being the giver, and you've found that the giver is always fooled. And you won't be the taker, because that's very difficult, and because you know that the taker always ends by hating the giver. You don't want ever again to have to depend for happiness on another person. 'That's true. That's the truest thing you ever said'

So many people who wanna argue with me about King Arthur clearly haven’t read the actual medieval texts. I know this because if they actually read the source material they’d know that when it comes to King Arthur, everything is made up and the points don’t matter.

Oh, so when YOU grab a Danish for a quick snack, it's a guilt-free, tasty little treat. But when I, Grendel,

Said with an incredibly condescending sneer: "Whimsyless."

(via @rexbasileus) #me when people havent read dorothy l. sayers' quintessential detective novel series

I appreciate how human Peter Wimsey is. You see him admit he loves solving criminal cases, but he feels guilty for enjoying the "game" when people's lives are at stake, even if they are facing justice for something they committed. And when you see him suffer periods of PTSD that he's had since his time in World War I, his light-hearted banter doesn't look like the careless foolishness of a rich lord disconnected from reality, but a man who is trying to recover a sense of peace or at least trying to cope.

I love Lord Peter Wimsey. He collects first editions. He's a foodie. He literally waxes poetic all the time. He has PTSD from the war. He loves solving mysterious crimes. But he's never doing it alone. His valet Bunter is Proper with a capital P and can sleuth out the tea from fellow service-workers over tea. His mom, the Dowager Duchess, is always down to help him out. You said she's doing a fundraiser in order to get info from a suspect? Sure she'll play along. Officer Parker does so much of the legwork and major props to Lord Peter's "Cattery" aka his army of widows and spinsters who infiltrate companies and towns and get the intel he needs.