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im sorry but fenris and carver would have the most IMMACULATE brother-in-law vibes
the existence of uncanny valley would suggest there is also a canny mountain
Canny Mountain, Charlie!
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a verb just jumped out of my trash and bit me im really scared do i need to get tested for conjugation
verbs don't carry a lot of diseases actually, if it was a noun then you'd have to get a vaccine or risk getting a bad case of the cases
while nouns do carry a risk of cases, PLEASE do not dismiss a verb bite. depending on species, they can carry inflection (such as conjugation, as anon mentioned) or worse: derivation.
Sometimes you try to write one research paper and your subjects inform you that you will be writing an entirely different one.
“If I Am Killed For Simply Living” — Althea Davis
”I’ll just get to the point; the dragon that terrorizes our farms isn’t evil, she’s lonely. Solve that and I’ll give you whatever you want within reason. Please.”
The knight paused in thought. “Alright, it's a tall order, but I don't mind a challenge.” He snapped his fingers. “Bring me a fireproof suit, all the olive oil you can find and five— no, make it six— bottles of whisky. Tomorrow I ride out to the dragon's lair alone, and NOBODY is to follow me.”
A few hours later, the villagers watched him riding off in his fireproof suit, his oil and whisky in a cart behind him.
“Do you think he's really going to…”
“Surely not.”
“I mean the oil…”
“At least he's considerate.”
“At least he needs whisky.”
For the rest of the day, the villagers went about their chores in the shadow of the mountain where the dragon made her lair, trying not to think about what might be happening up there. At one point there was a sudden rise of smoke, as if a great fire had been lit. Followed by a draconic roar.
At the end of the day, the knight rode down again. The cart was empty. His suit was blackened. He looked exhausted, and was sheened with sweat.
“Job done,” he said as he got down from his horse.
The villagers stared.
“Poor girl is barely out of her first shed. Poor thing. Never been in heat before, didn't know what to do.”
The villagers kept staring.
“Should be alright now.”
The head man of the village felt like he should probably say something. “Are you… are you alright?”
The knight looked down at his suit. “This? Oh yeah, she sent out a few warning shots. Didn't like me getting too close to her lair.”
“So you…” the head man's sentence was cut off by another roar, and the sound of wings flapping overhead. The villagers ducked as one, the knight simply looked up, grinning.
“Olive oil and whisky, never fails.” He looked around at their confused faces. “See, normally the female is meant to build a fire herself to draw the males to her. She produces an oil from her cheek glands that lets them know she's in heat. Burning olive oil and whisky mixed smells the same— at least to a dragon— so you can use it in a pinch.” He pointed upwards. “That'll be the male.”
The villagers were silent. The knight began to feel rather unnerved. “Hey, why are you all looking at me like that?”
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"i was just trying to dig a pond in my yard when i hit some kinda puzzle door, now i gotta get the adventurers guild involved. they say its gonna take at least 3 months to explore the whole thing, can u believe that?"
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I hope your god has asked for your mercy. I hope youve refused to forgive him.
i love this more and more every time i see it.
I have so much love for this person. The amount of empathy it takes to have these considerations about a person you will never meet, the eloquence and conviction with which they speak, the contempt for landlords. Sometimes I see something someone writes or creates and I wish with everything in me that I could meet and talk to that person for hours about what caused them to be this kind of light in the universe. This is one of those times.
Once again is there nothing he can’t do?
the joy of working with middle school aged children is that, regardless of how long you've been doing it, they will always find novel ways to annoy and confuse you, which is okay because that's the natural state of the middle school aged child. anyway suffice it to say that for the past three weeks of school my 6th grade class has been greeting me at my door by lining up outside of it, playing the national anthem, and saluting me as i walk in.
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