windmillcrusader reblogged
Refusing to take the cigarette offered to me by the firing squad until their Captain makes an airplane noise before putting in my mouth.
windmillcrusader reblogged
mordrediscariot
gettinge forciblye ouſted from mine medæval booke clubbe after we reade le morte darþur and i ſay þat ſir lancelot did noþing wronge
mordrediscariot
windmillcrusader reblogged
post oversharing clarity is on the top 3 for most humiliating experiences ever, and it's not in third place
windmillcrusader reblogged
B A B Y
ooooo
TINY BABY
UP TO 3KGS
windmillcrusader reblogged
reread the first chapter of the cloud roads and in just these 13 pages there are five mentions of moon being kicked out of settlements (or preemptively leaving before he could be kicked out), including the very first sentence:
- Moon had been thrown out of a lot of groundling settlements and camps, but he hadn't expected it from the Cordans. (chapter 1, page 1)
- After the kill earlier in the day, Moon wasn't hungry and wouldn't be for the next day or so. But not eating in front of other people was one of the first mistakes he had ever made, and he didn't intend to make it again. It had gotten him chased out of the nice silk-weaving town of Var-tilth, and the memory still stung. (1, 5)
- He and Ilane had been sleeping together since the second month Moon had been here. She had made the first overtures to him before that, apparently, but Moon hadn't understood what she wanted. Ilane hadn't understood what she had interpreted as his refusal, either, and had been very unhappy. Moon had had no idea what was going on and had seriously considered a strategic retreat--right out of the camp--until one night Selis had thrown her hands in the air in frustration and explained to him what Ilane wanted. (1, 6)
- When he was a boy, after being hounded out of yet another settlement, Moon had tried to make his groundling form look more like theirs, hoping it would make him fit in better. (1, 8)
- When Moon had first joined the Cordans, he hadn't thought of staying this long. He had lived with other people he had liked--most recently the Jandin, who had lived in cliff caves above a waterfall, and the Hassi, with their wooden city high in the air atop a thick mat of link-trees--but something always happened. The Fell came or someone got suspicious of him and he had to move on. He had never lived with anyone long enough to truly trust them, to tell them what he was. (1, 9)
maybe i'm reading into it besties but i think this guy might have some kind of complex...
windmillcrusader reblogged
falin ✦
windmillcrusader reblogged
Me, watching my kitten hold still for a suspiciously long time: Ollie, are you peeing on my floor?
Ollie: Not
Me: Are you sure?
Ollie, grunting through time and space to push out a chocolate mcmuffin wider than he is tall: Not
Me, helpless, arms full of hot chili: Ollie, no! Ollie no! No, Ollie! God, Jesus, Ollie! Ollie, nooo!!
Ollie:
Artist's recreation of incident
windmillcrusader reblogged
i really like outsider POV, but the thing is, it fundamentally works better when whatever is going on with the characters in question is so fucking weird that no reasonable outsider could ever discern it
like, the ideal outsider POV should have at least some element of 'what the fuck is wrong with these people'.
windmillcrusader reblogged
slavery
I JUST GOT PEGGED IN A BENTLEYYYYYYY
windmillcrusader reblogged
ohhh boy i love fanart!!
why is he white
windmillcrusader reblogged
Face of pure devastation and of a man questioning absolutely everything
windmillcrusader reblogged
windmillcrusader reblogged
“The Daves I Know”