you know how people are using the ryan gosling cinematic universe to expand ryland grace’s backstory
what if dead man’s bones was grace’s college band
after phm is launched someone online inevitably digs up that grace was in dead man’s bones in college and they go super viral online
at some point rocky hears grace humming the same tune over and over and asks him about it, and grace is reluctant to say much at first but rocky eventually pries it out of him and demands to hear their discography
rocky loves the music and eventually once they get to erid convinces grace to perform one of his songs for the pebbles “for earth learning purposes” but then the pebbles tell their parents and everyone wants to hear grace perform
in the end ryland grace becomes the first person to (reluctantly) go platinum across multiple planets for music he had barely thought about in over a decade
Me fucking sobbing when I just found out that fortnite did a colab with Brandon Sanderson back in May of 2021. And I happened to be taking a break and missed out on THE KELSIER SKIN?!?! 😭😭
My hair stylist: Yeah, I was thinking about trying to read Game of Thrones since I like epic fantasy but I don’t think I’ll like all the sexual violence and stuff.
Me, trying and failing to sound casual: Have you - Have you heard of Brandon Sanderson
it’s a bit strange that singer-human children have never been adressed in the books. We know that it is possible because it has happened in the past but realistically it should still happen to some degree since they are not physically separated until post wor
Okay, so the rocks in the third pirates of the Caribbean movie, that when Jack licked them, turned out to be crabs. So, which came first, the crab or the cremling?
Okay, so to a Mistborn, are all the metals like spices?
If so, then if Rock ever gets to Scadrial, or a Mistborn to Roshar, then Rock would have to learn a whole new style of cooking.
I got a bit bored, so I wrote a quick excerpt from the perspective of someone from Scadrial.
The Mists are thick out tonight, I thought. Don't they appear and coalesce when something's about to happen?
I suddenly hear the soft clinks of coins in the distance, coming closer. I can hear the rustling of fabric in the faint evening breeze.
"Who's there?" I ask into the dark, misty night.
No answer but the gentle whispers of the wind.
"Who's there?" I repeat into the nothingness.
Out of the Mists, a figure coalesces. A man in a cloak, with tattered tassels on the end. A Mistborn?
He appears to not have noticed me, so I inch closer to the restaurant exterior behind me. I could feel the danger radiating off of him, so it was best to stay away.
The cloaked man steps out of the Mists, into the light shining out of the restaurant windows. I still can't make out his face, with his hood drawn up, his features were masked.
The man enters the restaurant, and I wait for a few minutes to just be sure I am safe, then I enter the restaurant as well.
Not paying attention to anything other than figuring out who this cloaked man is, I discreetly locate him and sit at a near table.
The waiter comes by to take his order, and they conversed in hushed tones. Until, it seemed, that the waiter asked rather loudly, "Would you like a pinch of copper on that, sir?"
"Why yes, I would indeed," the man replied, "But could I also get a faint dusting of zinc over the dish as well?"
"Yes, we can do that for you, sir. Is there anything else you would like?"
"That would be all, thank you," the shrouded man replied.
The waiter walks with deliberately honed discipline, towards me. He greets me and inquires, "What would you like, sir?" He spoke in a deliberate and well-practiced manner.
To his inquiry, I replied shakily, "Water. Just a glass of water."
The waiter glanced at me in an inquisitive way, however he quickly resolved his demeanor. He then simply nods his head and walks to get me my beverage.
I glance up at the clock that is up on the wall adjacent to my table and watch the minutes go by.
The waiter, after a few minutes, arrives back at my table and gives me my water. To which I chug it down. He glances at me, grinning. Why's he grinning at me? Why...is it...so hard...to...think? And everything started to go black.
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