i was also thinking about how sensual the snow was, how suggestive the curves of the snowbanks appeared, their softness

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i was also thinking about how sensual the snow was, how suggestive the curves of the snowbanks appeared, their softness
The toadstools grew in a perfect ring the width of a child’s hula hoop.
They were upside down and clinging to the ceiling like stalactites.
“I have concerns,” she said.
“So do I,” they said. “If I step under it, does it count as stepping into a fairy circle? I mean, if a plane flies over a fairy circle it doesn’t count as stepping into it, but do the same rules apply if you’re walking under a fairy circle?”
“Right.”
“Actually, what is the area of effect for a fairy circle? Is it like a sphere that has the same circumference of the circle, so if I just duck underneath it I’ll be fine? Or is it a cylinder? How far up does the cylinder go? Or down, in this case.”
“Right.”
“Some of the many mysteries of the fey we may wonder about forever.”
They continued to stare up at the ring of toadstools. Thoughtful seconds ticked by.
“See, my concerns are mostly about how much moisture you have in your room.”
“Sorry?”
“You have mushrooms growing out of your ceiling.”
“Oh.”
She patted their back with sympathetic pity. “I appreciate that you live in a world of whimsy and delight, and I don’t want to squash that because I love you, but I also really don’t want you to die of black mold.”
“She’s right, you know,” said the goblin sitting upside down in the circle.
one of my classic texts, from the archives
This is really what it’s like.
the ogres are going on the BBC to talk about how unreasonable and extremist you are for daring to suggest that there should only be one ogre
mozzarella and parmesan is kind of like the age gap yuri of cheese
don’t leave out the best part
my pronouns are she/her bc I'll never be him (anthony head playing on his pink ds in full costume on the set of merlin)
what if a shrimp was a baby..........................
is that a bug
the villain of this book is a hot evil lady who keeps lesbianly manipulating the main characters and also eating people so i have no choice but to love it #mytype
books & bookmarks
weird sff horror edition
Walking Practice - visceral shapeshifty body horror about an alien trying to find a way home and survive by eating people
The Works of Vermin - a city rotting and infested with bugs and plants and corruption and obsessed with art & stories
The Starving Saints - weird alchemy and rot and bees in a medieval castle under siege, mysterious eldritch beings...
The Outside - cosmic horror scifi world controlled by AI gods and robotic angels
Haha what if I was a nun with a choking kink sitting in your liege’s throne and you were a knight magically compelled to obey my commands kneeling at my feet and we were both girls
Ser Voyne (The Starving Saints by @see-starling)
across the great divide
I recite this to myself every time I refrain from making a stupid purchase