"Love is what separates us from the animals" no. Bears also fuck and seagulls love their babies. What separates us from the animals is our physical need for, and mental capacity to produce toilet paper.
we see a lot of “dragon courting a very confused human” i want more of “human who is very enthusiastically trying to fuck a dragon who has no idea what’s going on”
human who keeps showing up in very revealing clothes and sitting really close to the dragon and talking kinda quietly and touching them, perhaps excessively. human social rules make no sense what are they doing. why are they doing that.
the dragon’s other human friend explains it and it only makes it more confusing. diplomatic meetings are not at all an appropriate place for that kind of talk. it’s not even remotely mating season. why would they- what do you mean humans don’t have one??
Mischa Bachinski looked around the room, fidgeting with his hands in front of him. He had decided to join the choir on his own, finding an interest in singing—but he had to admit he was nervous. He searched for an adult; the choir director, Father Marcus; but couldn’t find him. Instead he found the other choir members sitting together, chatting somewhat casually.
“Hi,” he said to the other members, his voice cracking. “I wanted to… join the choir… Where is the director?”
“Hello,” said a chipper sounding boy. “Father Marcus is out sick, I believe! But we decided to hang out anyway! Anyway, I’m Noel! Noel Gruber! What’s your name?” Noel smiled at Mischa. Noel had black hair, parted in the middle, and was the tallest in the group.
Mischa was a little bit overwhelmed by the boy’s friendliness. He seemed almost too eager. “Oh! I am Mischa. Mischa Bachinski,” he said softly.
“Who’s this loser?” A girl asked, an annoyed tone in her voice. Mischa looked over to see the shortest in the group. She wore her curly, purple-and-dark-brown hair down, and wore glasses. She was chewing on a pink piece of gum.
“Be nice, Constance,” another girl replied in a hushed tone. This girl was ginger, and a few inches taller than the other girl. She seemed… down.
The final choir member waved to Mischa with a neutral face. He stood with a plain pair of crutches, and his curly hair was tied back into a small ponytail.
“This is my best friend, Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg,” Noel said, pointing to the sad-looking girl. “She is pretty quiet most of the time, but she is super nice! Everyone loves her!” Next, he pointed to the girl with the glasses. “As Ocean said, this is Constance Blackwood! She can be… mean, sometimes…” He sighed as Constance flipped him off. “And this is Ricky,” he continued, pointing to the boy with the crutches. “I thought he would make a good addition to the choir to make it more accessible, assuming he could sign the songs… turns out he doesn’t know sign language.”
“He’s too busy being a nerd,” Constance said, laughing. Ricky looked unamused, typing on his phone. A quick moment of silence passed before the choir heard a text-to-speech voice begin to speak: “What? I just really like geometry! There’s nothing wrong with being a nerd, anyway!”
Look, we joke a lot, but really, "you were born evil, wretched, worse than the scum of the earth, and it took killing a god to make you salvageable, so now you'd better be grateful to that god and thank him 10,000 times a day for it and fill your thoughts with him 24/7 and abide by the letter of his every word, lest you suffer unimaginable torture for all of eternity" is a truly horrendous thing to believe about yourself and other people
“please i’ve been on my knees, change the prophecy, don’t want money, just someone who wants my company, let it once be me, who do i have to speak to about if they can redo the prophecy?”
her singing about how she think it’s her fate to not have someone no matter how much she tries. literally groveling on her knees to just. have someone for herself who loves her. kill me.