I want to write a book called “your character dies in the woods” that details all the pitfalls and dangers of being out on the road & in the wild for people without outdoors/wilderness experience bc I cannot keep reading narratives brush over life threatening conditions like nothing is happening.
I just read a book by one of my favorite authors whose plots are essentially airtight, but the MC was walking on a country road on a cold winter night and she was knocked down and fell into a drainage ditch covered in ice, broke through and got covered in icy mud and water.
Then she had a “miserable” 3 more miles to walk to the inn.
me when i wanna talk about my special interests but i got the vampire autism where you gotta invite me to talk about smth first, otherwise i wont say shit or dont know what to say because i feel like im annoying
I've been so indoctrinated by tumblr culture that when my husband made an offhand comment just now about there being a holiday this week it took me a solid minute and a half to realize he meant St Patrick's Day and not the Ides.
one of the great joys of having an autistic friend group is playing video games that are each other's special interest. like YES please share the spawn rates of every mob on each map. tell me more fun facts. i love you.
Wren is eager to learn more about Sandrock and its townsfolk. As she's settling in to life as a builder, she's bound to run into some trouble, and having some friends on her side sure helps make things better. She finds an unexpected friend in the town's quiet and mysterious doctor, Fang, and his much louder companion X.
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Or, 5 times Fang helps the builder, and one time he lets her return the favor.
[gently taking everyone by the hand] I'm so serious and I say this with all the warmth and compassion in the cosmos: you all need to stop making constant jokes about killing yourself every single time there is a minor inconvenience, especially if it is a "joke™ 🙃" and you genuinely feel at least a little bad