I'll Be Crafting The Most Beautiful Prose In The Shower Or The Car, Like Stuff That Even Shakespeare

Ohhhh god something something story uhhhhh.....

The first thing I wished I had been told about the snow was how fucking cold it was. People had mentioned it being cold before, but not one person said how immediately and completely the frost would settle into my being. How it would seep through my skin and muscles and pierce my bones with ice. No one mentioned how my hands would hurt from the cold, how hard it would be to curl my frozen fingers around my sword.

There were no bugs, no birds, and no wind. Nothing to hide the crunch of my feet in the snow. It was an odd sound. I was sure that snow wasn't meant to sound like that, but then again, I'd never encountered it before, so what did I know? My breath, steady and slow, fogged out in front of me like a dragon's breath. I eyeballed the structure before me, watching for any sign of movement. Arches and spires, the color of which vaguely resembled the rust on my borrowed weapon, towered before me. The bridge, and the platform at the end which the building rested on, dropped down into a deadly fall, the bottom and anything beyond that repeating structure obscured by fog.

The trail of foot prints in front of me had been filled by snow, but there was only one place they could have led to. The wind picked up, whipping little shards of ice and snow into my squinting eyes. I tilted my head against it and pushed onwards, nearing the entrance. I knew that my enemy waited somewhere inside. I knew that my mission was almost complete.

"Death first to vultures and scavengers" is such a hard line I wish that there were scenarios where I could use it in my day to day life without eventually having to explain that the quote was said by a scrawny teenaged(?) nun in response to what is essentially a dick measuring contest run by a bunch of idiots who have no business being unsupervised for that long anyways.

just as a general reminder

learn how to fact-check for yourself, cause soon enough, most online sources won't be reliable

sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

WHO the fuck was going to tell me that the stadium of the KANSAS CITY CHIEFS is in fucking MISSOURI???

Me, personally, I think they'd have a sort of begrudging, quiet bond called "I'm surrounded by people who are trying to befriend me and am deeply horrified by that thought"

Guys I need to stop having ideas that I don't have the time or artistic skills for. I'm sitting at work thinking about how cool (and undoubtedly heartbreaking) it would be if there was a tlt animatic to Vulture by Bear Ghost and I'm like 5 seconds from going insane because of it.

Like this song has made me a little feral since it came out last year (I think. Time is an illusion) but I just listened to it for the first time in a few weeks and oh my god. I might come back to this post later and write an essay about it because the locked tomb has consumed my life even more so than it did when I was actually reading the series.

*banging pots and pans together* STOP! SAYING! THAT! TOE WALKING! IS! A SYMPTOM! OF AUTISM!!!

There is not a line in the DSM 5 that says "toe walking is a symptom of autism" or "autistic people don't like food touching" these behaviors are the PRODUCT of ACTUAL SYMPTOMS that I'm not yet awake enough to explain but I'm SICK of people acting like if you'd rather not have your food touch or if you walk weirdly that's a 100% surefire sign you have autism. Like I love joking as much as the next guy but it's becoming clear that it's not a joke anymore. It's very much giving "if you like to clean you're OCD lol quirky haha" and it's starting to genuinely piss me off.