i don’t think we’re ever getting out of the “we’re just friends” “oh yeah those characters are such good friends (sarcasm)” “they’re not friends they’re gay” etc etc hole. we’re never getting out of that hole
those fast-lane walking escalators they have at airports are like ecstasy to me. awful comedown when you step off and have to walk at your normal pace, too
My chance to reiterate that if you haven’t played this game yet. Go do that. Then come talk to me and tell me which weird man you like more. Then we’ll talk.
sometimes i worry when writing like artist statements and that kind of stuff that i sound like a jackass and i think to a certain extent every artist does unfortunately myself included but then i read some others statements and it's like. look i'm decently well read and smart enough, but this shit is totally incomprehensible to the degree where there's no way the artist/writer even knows what they're trying to say. complete word salad
my second? the doctor and their tardis. idgaf she's alive and beautifully vast and I'm calling them objectum for her even though she's so much more than an object and I'm in love with her. also. she's my wife
Durge: "Why are you at rest? Start cleaning the camp!"
Sceleritas Fel: "Aaah! Master! I'm sorry, I'm ever-so sorry to forget my other duties! What a wretch I am! I'm not even worthy of being your scullery maid." [startled, realises he has done poorly]
Durge: "Wash the dishes!"
Sceleritas Fel: "At once. I will shatter some glasses and sprinkle the fragments in the beds of your other followers. Keep their dreams bloody."
Truly the world's most helpful butler. I would love to know how he interprets the other household chores.