what happens when two dramatic bitches like Geralt and Aragorn visit the same tavern on the same night and there’s only one corner table for them to brood at in a solitary fashion, would they take turns or share a booth while simply refusing to acknowledge each other’s existence
i’d apologise for putting uk politics on your dash but i have to live here so who’s the real loser
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i’m putting together a little list of the short creative writing i’ve written for tumblr. so far i’ve got: april fool’s door saga, Don’t Touch The Pink Stuff, clown meat deli dream, tupperware dream, grinch x tony the tiger fic, scuba horror story, cabin in the words horror story, atheist afterlife, Arcady the Vampire, and my tip jar if you enjoy my writing and want more. am i forgetting anything?
Finished the man
feels bad. feels so good.
It’s tough being a Ceruledge…
you heard the man! stop twinking the monsters!
(actually, definitely keep twinking the monsters)
Alison was such a popular name in medieval England that authors would name women characters Alison to indicate that she was supposed to be a very normal kind of person