writing-prompt-s:

You’re going on a trip to a popular destination. To save money, you booked a flight in the wee hours of the night. When you arrive at your gate, it’s pretty empty save for the flight crew and gate crew. When they scanned your boarding pass, you commented on how nice it will be because it’s an empty flight. “Oh!” the lady said, a smile on her face as she hands you back your pass, “this flight is actually fully booked!”

xttxno:

perxlta:

hmmmmmmmmmmmm sorry the whole soudtrack, the concept, the design, of dishonoureds music iss os ufkcingh ?? its so good its so good we need to resurrect daniel licht so i can kiss him on the lips

what prompted this? ive been listening to the cover of gold dust woman that was used for a dh2 trailer or something on repeat for a week and just the mixture of modern music elements and that old timey sounding instrument (harpsichord??) is so distinct but what makes it so amazing is it fits into the actual lore of the game where youve got heavy inspiration from plague london with steampunk elements and it has that mysterious/otherworldly feel from the outsider and FUCK in this essay i wi

a trope subversion

glitteryspacegeneral:

jumpingjacktrash:

when noblewomen try to refuse an arranged marriage, it’s always because the man is “fat, old, and ugly.”

someday i will write a princess refusing to marry a young and beautiful prince because he’s cruel and stupid. choosing instead to marry a king who is fat, old, and ugly, but also sensible and a good statesman, because she knows her marriage is a political alliance and she can always get her jollies with pretty courtiers if it comes to that. “my petticoats are full of politics,” she will say. “my royal booty is much too important to waste on handsome jerks.”

the business of getting an heir is awkward, because her husband tends to act like an indulgent uncle and that’s not at all sexy. but he’s happy to mentor her in statecraft, knowing his age means he’ll leave her in an awkward position. when he does die, they’ve solidified her standing enough that she can rule in her own right.

her second marriage is for love. as a stately middle-aged queen, she can marry prince charming, and make him prince consort rather than king. his gentle nature makes him a fine diplomat, and he’s not inclined to try taking power.

her daughter, raised by political maestros, never marries at all. she handles power with such a deft hand that she can name a well-educated cousin as heir and take him to apprentice without more than token grumblings from the nobility.

and that, i say, closing the storybook, is how our kingdom came to elect its royalty from a pool of candidates based on aptitude scores. now go to sleep.

Susan sto-helit, is that you?

seananmcguire:

janedrewfinally:

skyliting:

kickassfanfic:

captain-narava-felidae-riggs:

higglety:

lady-feral:

sweetoothgirl:

APPLE PIE WITH A PURPLE BLUEBERRY CRUST

Omg

Why is the lighting on this so dramatic? Is this an eldritch pie? Is it poisoned? Is it magic? If I eat it will I see visions of the future? Will I astrally project into a blueberry?

It’s evil pie

And I’m the overly-practical loser who sees this and goes “YES! PIE!”

That’s goblin fruit pie. Fae not tricking me into pining for pie til I die.

@seananmcguire– how ill-advised would it be to consume this pie?

Very ill-advised.