the strident hisses of a nobody

Tell me how I'm supposed to focus on "important things" when sumer is icumen in lhude sing cuccu groweþ sed and bloweþ med and springþ þe wde nu sing cuccu sing cuccu

In order to do good worldbuilding you need to be able to think politically and that requires understanding politics

How do the gnomes of the mushroom village govern themselves and how do they determine the legitimacy of the Giggleking who rules them? These are questions you must be able to answer.

let the bodies hit the floor is such a scary song. usually bodies hitting the floor isn’t a good thing but this guy wants it to happen anyway.

to be completely honest *starts lying

ever since i was a little girl i always wanted to be unemployed

eek! eek! 🦇 ( <- blogging from the cave )

chirp! chirp! 🦗 (<- also blogging from the cave)

when we started talking about getting a small-breed dog I was like, "I will NEVER turn into one of those people who treats their little dog like a doll or an accessory by forcing them to dress up in ridiculous outfits. Dogs HATE that. They should get to be DOGS, and that means not having to wear anything but a HARNESS and being FREE to ROLL in the MUD." and then I adopted a dog who throws a fit if you try to take him for a walk without letting him pick out a bow tie first. a dog who loves wearing pajamas so much that I'm about to spend a disgusting amount of money on several sets of linen ones for summer. a dog who watches me wave at him to follow me through a mud puddle and just stands there blinking up at me like, "are you fucking serious? and get my paws wet?"