Made the mistake of being outside today. :/ I have a terrible heat headache x.x f/o please run me a cool bath and put a cool washcloth over my head to stave away the vertigo ;;
{ Hello my subjects ~ just a reminder that All Souls’ Day is coming soon very very soon~ last chance to get your bribes into me so I don’t release your soul contracts all at once .. so far the safe ones will be Alastor for security reasons and Valentino for his lovely contribution to my ever growing duck collection . }
(On episode 52 of fmab and this is like the vaguest of spoilers if you've never watched it and/or plan to watch it)
General Armstong finally calling the guards at central idiots when they still point their guns at her despite, ya know, the horrors, and then pulling the dude's gun up to her forehead like "Alright, are you going to shoot me or are you going to listen to me? Make your choice before that thing kills you" god she's so cool
the angel/angelus split is so funny because literally no other vampire does that … i’m choosing to believe it’s just angel’s catholic guilt coping mechanism
this scene specifically just like...summoned itself into my mind in the middle of my workday and i can't get the idea out of my mind. literally all i can think about is an exchange like this between bruce and tim early in their relationship, where a third party like alfred who knows bruce So well sees just two seconds of the way they interact and just KNOWS immediately. "goddammit." <- he would do anything for this silly child and it's Over for us all
The tournament concluded with nary a hiccup for me, and I was soon ready to enjoy my few days of shore leave. I met up with Sam, Erdoo and Ive for a day trip to Toledo, a town outside of Madrid with heavy medieval vibes. The buildings are close-knit, the streets are narrow and cobbled, and every fifth shop has a suit of armour in the window plus enough swords to storm the nearest castle.
The streets and sights were well worth the visit, but the day will go down in infamy the memory banks for a couple of activities that – left to my own devices – I would not have gone near! Firstly, as soon as we disembarked the coach, the three ne’er-do-wells accompanying me spotted a poster that offered a zipline across the river; I didn’t want to be a party pooper straight out of the gate, but it looked to be on a scale that even I could manage (a classic Top Gear “how hard can it be?” moment) so I agreed to do it too.
When we reached the zipline itself, I realised that I’d been mistaken on the scale - if I’d been on my own, I would have said “gracias but no gracias” and walked away without a second glance, but I didn’t feel I could let the side down at the last minute, so despite my better judgement I harnessed up and got it over and done with. I don’t know exactly how far the drop was (I did my best not to look at it), but the fifteen seconds it took to whiz across didn’t whiz by quickly enough for my liking! You know that frightened cat that sounds like it’s saying “No-no-no-no”? That was me the whole way across.
After returning to Madrid and a quick freshen up, the four of us went for dinner before walking to a karaoke bar, my feeling of existential dread growing with each step. Now, although performing a solo at the Royal Albert Hall might be slightly preferable to jumping out of a plane, it still registers pretty high on the Things-I-Don’t-Want-To-Do-Richter scale; I sing well enough in the car or the shower, but that’s generally as far as it goes. Mercifully, it turned out to be karaoke in a private booth, so I was able to loosen up enough to give it a go. We were there for two hours and rattled through a host of songs – Here Comes the Sun & We Didn’t Start the Fire (without looking at the lyrics) were my personal favourites.
The following day it was just Sam and me, and after our lengthy excursions in Toledo we unanimously agreed to go at a far more leisurely pace! We met up in Retiro Park and had lunch by the pedalo lake, before grabbing a seat on the top deck of a tour bus and letting it carry us around Madrid for most of the afternoon. Stops were made for an ice-cream croissant (tasty and messy in equal measure), and then a paella in the evening, before we parted ways. Sam leaves tomorrow whereas I have one more day of freedom, but as I envisage being even less active than we were today, I’m banking on this being an appropriate conclusion to the Madrid chronicles.
being a visual artist is wanting to decorate your spaces with specific things but then realizing YOU are the one that has to do the work to make those things.