A shiver ran through Shane’s body, and before it had even left him, Rozanov was gone. Shane watched him skate down the ice to talk to a fellow Russian player. Shane hoped he wasn’t blushing.
ive always rly liked the idea of a member of a group of adventurers having what everyone assumes is very well trained hawk and then at the end of their journey its casually revealed that thats actually just his buddy whos a shapeshifter and just rly likes being a hawk
the guy also like thinks everyone knows bc he never tries to hide the fact that the hawk is a person but everyone assumes hes always just joking. like the others being like “damn its crazy how he knows exactly what you want him to do its like he knows english or something.” and the guy is just like “well yeah thats his first language so ofc he’s fluent??” and they all go “haha good one” and move on, leaving him confused
they just think hes a quirky guy that really loves his pet and says things like “the 9 of us” even tho there are clearly only 8 people! he just cares about the bird so much he counts it as a group member haha !
wore a white dress and walked in the rain to the barracks so all the knights could see my skin peeking through the fabric and i said “oh my, excuse me ladies, it seems i got myself lost in the downpour… i’m all alone and no one even knows i’m here…” and they just gave me warm clothes and made me soup so i didn’t catch a cold and escorted me back to my room. i fucking hate chivalry
just watched the knight that escorted me pick up a maid and twirl her around and carry her back toward the barracks while she giggled and blushed and kicked her legs. fuck my extravagant princess life
do any of you guys remember that sculpture of theseus & the minotaur that lowkey looks like theseus is riding the minotaur like his life depends on it
this one?
Is the lowkey in the room with us?
Saw this when I was in London this summer, I stopped my friend to point at it and said “holy shit it’s the statue of Theseus fucking the Minotaur” in the middle of the very busy museum.
the way i know, in my heart of hearts, that they have done this at least twice off the ice without helmets and have had to awkwardly walk away from each other, with bruised heads, having said nothing bc they can never admit what just happened
I don’t go here but I feel like “It’s a metaphor. Don’t force it to do the work of a fact.” is a great statement about literature and fan-content in general.
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