Scarlett Gale

I, too, can be adjusted arbitrarily.

actually while i’ve still got this soapbox stuck to my shoe i also wanna say i think culturally we gotta start conceptualizing physical fitness as a productive hobby rather than an obligation

It's a pain in the ass, but it's my pain in the ass!

i do in hindsight really love the concept of complaining about adaptational changes in a 3000 year old oral tradition of which there isn’t really a definitive version so much as a surviving one that is also the most adapted story of all time. my chud forebears in Roman Britain throwing rocks at a bard going nah nah nah the last one said some different other shit at that part you gotta do it again is a comforting image to me

Almost one thousand years ago a woman with my exact face and probably better bangs in rural Morgannwyg was defending to the whole village the latest iteration of the marchog gwyrdd where Gwalchmei ap Gwyar is called Gawain and gets a little gay with it even though it’s different than the tale we have earlier heard from a previous bard so that I can fight the same battle on letterboxd today. God bless complaining the worlds oldest activity

"What were you doing at the devils sacrament" jarking my whole thing off. Next quiestuon.

every time i rediscover a Life Hack from like 30,000 years ago i feel so stupid i want to kill myself. ive recently started using a normal reed basket i just found by a dumpster to carry shit around my house. i need to bring 8 things from the kitchen cabinet to the stove to bake some cookies. ok i put them in the basket, i carry them to the stove. when im done with each ingredient i place it in the basket. at the end i take the basket back to the cabinet. i do this instead of making 4-5 trips because it's too many items to hold at once. i feel like a genius. i feel like a moron. i love my simple reed basket

WHERE HAVE ALL THE DIVAS GONE AND WHERE ARE ALL THE BROADS

must feel good as fuck to curse a prince for being rude to you while you were larping as an old woman for no reason

it is a rookie mistake to assume that the person making deeply anachronistic, inaccurate, and fairytale-esque knightposts knows nothing about real knights. i know all about real knights. i just think overseeing the farmland on your estate, explicitly being in it for (more) land and money, fighting less than half the year, and dying of cholera is sort of boring while swearing undying oaths is really sexy

the thing about indie perfume descriptions is that every single of one of them sounds like it should end with "roll initiative"

"One breath and you are at the hive’s threshold, where smoke, wax, and honey conspire into alchemy. A fragrance of sun-baked wood and warm beeswax, buttery, gold, and dense with the ghost of a hundred flowers. The bees’ own musk rises in the air, intimate and unmistakably alive. Honey follows in a deep glow that transcends simple sweetness. Soft puffs of smoke curl in, dry and calming, turning the air velvety and strange. Roll initiative."