leonardo da vinci was a year younger than christopher columbus.

stalin, freud, Ttto, trotsky and hitler walk into a bar……no really, it’s possible since they all lived in vienna in 1913.

aristotle tutored alexander the great.

abraham lincoln was twelve when napoleon bonaparte died.

an unusually well-traveled person in 5th century BC could have conceivably met confucius, lao tze, the buddha and socrates over the course of a seventy year life.

pharaohs and mammoths existed at the same time.

pocahontas and william shakespeare died, in the same country, less than a year apart from each other. 

Gavilar's copy of The Way of Kings was canonically written with one of these bad boys:

the entire gang shares 1 (one) braincell which they takes turns passing around

unwilling teammates gradually grow on each other

Area Man Forcibly Adopted by Several Children

bonded over shared trauma

none of us have actual families or homes to go back to anymore, but at least we have each other

“every single one of these guys has tried to kill me at least once, but we’re cool now and i’d trust them with my life”

redemption arc comes with bonus new family and friends (bonus feature is non-negotiable and eventual acceptance inevitable)

i WAS going to leave the group and go my own way as soon as this job was over - and i would have gotten away with it, too, if it weren’t for my meddling heart!

villains with Feelings™

A person who thinks of themselves as fundamentally disorganized can still be good at managing large projects and can in fact still present and function in an organized way if they have the right workarounds in place. The problem comes in where nobody else can give them those workarounds – it’s a matter of understanding how oneself functions, which is not only difficult but also time-consuming and painful. It took me ten years to figure out how my brain works, minimum, and I’m still adjusting things ten years after THAT. But the end result is that I am an incredibly mentally chaotic person who happens to appear to be highly organized because I’ve built a lumpy but functional container for every cupful of hot mess in my brain. I’m still chaotic, I just have an system.