Aug 10
No matter how much I simp for Sorcerer I am forced to accept that I am personally actually a Paladin because I took the civil service oath when I started my job and unfortunately I do very much take it seriously.
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No matter how much I simp for Sorcerer I am forced to accept that I am personally actually a Paladin because I took the civil service oath when I started my job and unfortunately I do very much take it seriously.
I have not and probably will not ever watch HotD or any of the other Westeros TV shows but I haven’t blocked the tag because damn those white-haired inbreds sure are pretty.
I understand that writing as a hobby is inherently Agony for all of us, but I do think there is something particularly frustrating about being a Discovery writers versus an Outline writer. I wish I could establish beat by beat what needs to happen to get me through this story.
Instead I have to pace the floor and wait to be struck by a single piece of dialogue via oracular vision and then painstakingly construct whatever scene it's meant to go in on vibes alone.
One day the Starbucks near my work accidentally made my order twice, and the Barista insisted on giving me both so I took it, thinking I would offer it to one of my co-workers.
When I got into my office building, I got onto the elevator and the next floor a woman I didn’t know got on and seeing both drinks in my hands did that little joke “Oh, it’s so nice of you to get me a coffee!”
And wicked glee filled me as I got to say “Do you want it?”
And she laughs and waves it off and I go “No, seriously. They accidentally doubled my order. I’m not going to drink this, do you want it?”
She asks what it is and I tell her, and apparently we have the same usual drink order so she takes it with a look of absolute bewilderment on her face right as I got off at my floor.
Every time I think about this I am filled with the fae satisfaction of taking a joke so seriously that I get to absolutely throw the person telling it.
They should invent a drill that doesn’t fucking sound like that.
Percy Blakeney is truly one of the characters of all time. So horrendously down bad for his own wife and simultaneously so, so furious about it. The proudest man you ever met being absolutely ripped to shreds on the inside because he loves a woman he doesn’t— can’t— trust. God!!!
You guys have got to stop calling trends you don’t like psyops. Its marketing. You’re angry about marketing.
The 1997 Broadway production of The Scarlet Pimpernel bravely asks the question: what if Citizen Armand Chauvelin was hot?
And they were right to ask it.