whenever my sister, cousin, and I are into new media, we play a game where we assign each other a husband, wife, and a best friend from the show/game/series etc.
it's fun bc we have to justify our choices with everything we have, because the husband my cousin assigns to me from some series might not be the one I see myself with, so she has to basically orate her thesis on why I'm getting married to that guy. over all it's a fun glimpse into how your friends see you and think of you etc.
highly recommend this game. also, get funky with the gender however you like. we do a husband and wife for most mainstream media that is extremely gendered, but do whatever. spouse works as well.
above all, it's about submitting your friends to the mortifying ordeal of being known via betrothal.
Can I please have a cappuccino but with oat milk and a big pump of sugarfree chocolate syrup and... Lol I remember your stupid ass from 2,300 years ago. We were living in seleucis on the tigris river during the same span of summers... do you rememver a red ibis bird with beautiful plumes? Yeah U were a sort of dull brown goat that didn't train and dint make milk or kids. Yeah? No? Eventually the Zoroastrian homesteaders who owned you started feeding you contaminated barley to try and kill you lol. Maybe you remember the ergotism? Anyway. also I want one of these 🫵stupid little breads in the case
attention this is your captain speaking chag sameach pesach to all celebrating and a reminder do not open the airlock to greet elijah the vulcan rabbinic council ruled that opening the door to the room where the seder is occurring is sufficient elijah can get on a starship just fine himself he just likes to be personally invited in to your seder we dont need another incident like last year thank you
[fantasy high. the rat grinders and the death of buddy dawn. 2.7k.]
““it has to,” ivy says, and her voice is firm. “she’ll be stronger now. we made her stronger.” the only way for a dead god to come back was for them to claw their way back to belief. the only way for a dead god to get stronger was for them to eat.”
what happened to lucy frostblade was an accident.
what happened to buddy dawn was not an accident.
the world is my oyster and baby i started prying the shell of this fic open before this week's episode even started! i have literally been rotating this concept in my head for weeks and then after the events of episode 15 i wrote this fic in 48 hours because i am so normal about the rat grinders (lie). i don't care if brennan has decided they're ontologically evil and murderers the rat grinders ARE my special little guys and that's that on that <3
read ‘who is the lamb and who is the knife?’ here on ao3!
My ideal aesthetic is what I'm calling "sexy tomboy". That is to say, I am 100% femme through and through, but I want to look like what a straight man's idea of a "masculine woman" is. I wanna be masc in the way that LaCroix is fruit flavored, just a little extra something to make things a little more interesting
University has consistently destroyed my will to do anything other than sleep so I haven't posted in a couple months but now I'm back (for how long, no one knows)
Junior Year refuses to leave my brain so I thought I'd get back into drawing with Adaine, the bestest of Elven Oracles.