god's most normalest soldier

It’s literally like…… help!! lol. help me!!!! haha.

im a simple man in my ideal world working full time should pay enough that you can quit and take several months off to do non work things if you wanna. save up and write a novel or go travelling with no consequence. and doing this doesn't fuck up your resume because it would be normal and healthy.

TTRPGs (pronounced "Titterpigs") were a popular form of group amusement in the early twenty-first century.

Fucked up that if you make a minor social blunder you can't ask the person if they hate you forever now because that within itself is another social blunder

[guy who doesnt watch shows voice] yeah ive been meaning to watch that show

thinking "everyone can tell im bad at this" as i stand completely motionless doing nothing in public

and what if the character wasn't directly rejected but at every turn they were made to experience situations that made them feel completely irrefutably unwanted. what then

sometimes a woman hurts every man who enters her life because she's awesome

it is awesome how often in royal assassin fitz is like oh my god the fool is so Delicate and Fragile and Vulnerable like a beautiful brand new baby bird. this is such a great way to sublimate your emergent gay thoughts very elegant you’re doing great fitz do not worry about this. it’s very normal to think about someone’s delicate ethereal bone structure this often do not worry about this. you’ve got other stuff going on you can circle back to these thoughts in two or twenty years. your growing mental catalog of the different ways he smiles at you depending on setting and mood is looking really good don’t read too much into it fitz. you have the mind of a scholar.

i hear a good lyric and start mentally holding up blorbos like im in the home depot paint aisle comparing swatches

Patience, clever, curious, artistic, whom no one takes seriously. Full of a cornucopia of fleeting interests that render her ridiculous to many. Flighty and frivolous. Unsuitable. Betrayed by by the golden prince who would have been king, exposed to ridicule because of his indiscretion. She had so much love in her heart for the bastard he left behind. Adopted the abandoned young boy as her own, for the child she never bore herself. Lost said son to torture, and endured his loss for fifteen years. In the crisis that followed, watched over the land she might have been queen of in another life, sacrificing her own valuables for the sake of her people. Stepped aside to make way for the queen regent, bearing the heir to the Farseer throne. Retiring to Tradeford in honour, but what is honour to all she has endured? Patience. Patience. Patience. SHE IS PATIENCE.

they're trying to get me to do something called ""my job"" instead of reading about medieval english poaching laws

good morning to the beaten and the damned only