A Shoe Quest: An Adventurer's Mundane Journey to Find New Shoes
Today, I went on a shoe quest. I traveled to many a small shoe maker shops, well, some bigger than others. But found not what I was searching for. I then decided to turn my energies to the one domain of the land that causes me the greatest of strife. The Athwarted Gates of Mall.
I spent several hours hopping from one store front to the next without any success and only spurring the suspicions of their shop keepers.
As I drifted along the halls, a small adventurer was practicing her dungeoning skills by jumping on the tiles. She was not aware of her surroundings and was approaching me with great speed. Panicked, I leapt from my tile to another tile, following her unspoken rules of her game. Her sister, looked up brighteyed and congratulated me for NOT DYING. I cheered with relief as their mother nervously laughed.
Tired and weary, I shuffled into the only reprieve I had. A relic of a bygone era, an entity who continues to stand even though its red competitor has crumbled like a wall. Despite the large sign and its brassy letters, it neither sells Barns nor do Nobles grace its interiors. Within it, the sweet smell of roasted beans waft through the book cases, and the hushed whispers of people roaming its archives.
It was then I stumbled on an area meant for the small youths of Magehood. There on the endcap, laid three doodle boards. Their loops have been damaged and were no longer able to hang. And upon their magical surface there were the neon green scribbles of a curious someone. With a small tap, the previous curiosities vanished from each of the green tablets. Now, clean and translucent like gem slab, they were now ready to received whatever intangible mindful ponderings and thoughts and to transcribe it into this visible world.
It was here I took a break from my long journey for footwear to pull out three images from my mind. With each pen stroke appeared an image. On one, a curly head boy, smiling with annoyance. On the second, a smiling girl happy to see someone. And on the third, a small, sad, crying sack of a non descript person lamenting about their exhaustion from "shopping". I propped each of them up on display and left.
I later found another shop, and it was there I was greeted by 3 no 4 beautiful beings all gathered and seated near the door. They all turned and greeted me in unison. And as an idiot, who was caught of guard and thought I had interrupted some fae ritual, I was ready to turn heel and run. It was then one approached me to assist me. I must say, out of my 3 decades of life. I have NEVER had such a quick experience of finding shoes. This woman took my measurements, disappeared into the back, returned with 4, ONLY 4 boxes. I tried them all and the third won my favor, and I promptly paid and left a happy customer and newly equipped foot protection.
Never mind the now lighter wallet.
..:: Quest Completed ::..
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Look there's nothing better than a cis person who gets it. Few things will make a day as quickly as staggering into the pharmacy, leaning hard on the counter, and saying "bartender, a bottle of your finest boy juice" and watching the lead pharmacist absolutely lose his shit laughing. They've never heard our jokes before. It's so fun.
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I wonder if Arthur was meant to be such an impossible guy to pin down, or if it's a side effect of being one of the characters who doesn't get a featured perspective. he's such an enigma to me. he stands to inherit a fortune and a title. he takes his fiance on fishing dates. his best friends are an asylum manager and a cowboy, who he has been on unspecified adventures with. he doesn't keep a diary but he does send telegrams, which he signs simply as 'Art'. he loves Lucy deeply and tells her often. he rows apparently. who is he?
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thinking about my old roommate/friend who used to say "so I heard you like salad" as a joke whenever there was an awkward pause in the conversation and it turned out to be a really good conversation opener because everyone would immediately start talking about salad
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Something I just realized about Adventure Time despite having finished it a good few months ago is that despite gradually becoming more and more backstory-heavy until by the end it’s like 80% backstory and 20% forwardstory, the one question it never answers is how a Dr. Doom-style mad scientist monarch became close friends with a random 12 year old and his stoner older brother.
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