Sometimes I think “God, I am just like Ed” and then I start putting him on a pedestal and make big paragraphs to say that he never did anything wrong in his life and how he’s actually just a very soft person that is hurting deep inside and needs a forehead kiss and then I look in the mirror and realize that I am in fact Stede Bonnet.
i don't even think collin is influenced by an entity or anything supernatural, that's just how computer guys are, if I got access to a spooky old impossible to decipher program I would also spend my sick leave breaking back into work to obsess over it that's 100% a natural reaction
High charisma • Play for drama, intrigue, romance(?)
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To play THE LIBERTINE, turn to page 16.
i don't think I ever told qsmpblr about the dream I had where they added the sex mod and fit ended up getting with cucurucho in the middle of pac's race track. perhaps for good reason.
Cas slept in the bunkhouse loft the summer he ranched for John. From the window he stepped onto the tin roof, still sun-warm after nightfall. He inclined his head to the distant sky. More stars than Chicago ever knew. He understood the word 'rapture.'
In the intervening years he thought of those skies; there wasn't time for stargazing in Boulder. Fitting that when he should find them again, he'd kiss Dean for the first time under the stars.
Rapture, and again rapture: lying on the grass of their own ranch, the star-studded night wasn't a distant coldness, but a blanket.
while Max is trapped in the snowball listening to "Dream A Little Dream Of Me", one of the memories she focuses on is of herself singing Madonna's "Angel" to El on the first day they were friends. this song includes the line I believe that dreams come true, cause you came when I wished for you.
I dreamed that a person I had a huge squish/platonic crush on took my feelings as I was sexually attracted to them and started kissing me which turned into me awkwardly having to tell them I am not into that and so fejring losing a possible good friend in the proces. That dream was then disrupted by a huge Roar of thunder outside. There is now a huge thunderstorm happening. Not even the weather liked my dream xD
i did audibly stifle a scream when i looked at the featured images of the witcher cookbook coming out in november and the onion potage was in here. eternal flame enjoyers, rejoice!
the amount of references they're cramming in here are delightful
from stating the accurate number of taverns:
to using the spear blade by name, and the mention about a doppler troubling merchants:
what most pleases me is this one, though:
as this very specific image has stuck in my mind ever since i read the story:
i wonder if the fritters from later in the story are in here too :)