equally fucked up alternate version of the orpheus and eurydice myth where i successfully bring the great love of my life back from the dead without looking back but the unresolved trauma of their death leaves me so scared of losing them a second time that i can't bear to look at them ever again
you're telling me the pirates believe that flint, who they consider too soft and educated and well read and well mannered and whose closest business partner is an openly queer woman everyone hates just lets the newest recruit who is The Cook and also happens to be a prettyboy with sky blue eyes sit in on important meetings with the captains and quartermasters??? and nobody thinks they fucked???
the difference between the mountain goats and they might be giants is that you'll hear a tmg song that sounds like absolute nonsense and look up the lyrics and the annotations are like "oh actually this is a reference to the canterbury tales and also a metal band that existed for one month in 1996 and played three shows ever and all existing tapes of their debut album were melted down into glue 20 years ago" vs you'll hear a tmbg song that sounds like absolute nonsense and look up the lyrics and the annotations quote an interview with the johns where they're like "if you even think about interpreting this song we'll come to your house and kill you"
i took elvish in school and i fucking hated it. the teacher was like 700 years old and he'd like take us on field trips to sit on the banks of babbling brooks and watch the fall of sunlight through the leaves. my friends in spanish class were like conjugating verbs and shit and meanwhile i was in an old-growth forest being overcome with awe at the sight of a majestic stag. like uhh yeah mr autumnheart when are we gonna learn like any grammar "listen to the murmur of the wind in the treetops, and you shall find the grammar you seek" like fuck dude your pedagogy leaves much to be desired