other people buying clothes: i chose this based on my hair color, skin tone, the time of year, the recommendations of 10 different fashion magazines and my horoscope
what i mean: i haven’t written a single word about this. in fact i haven’t held a pen since 2015. every day when i take the train i maldaptive daydream about the possibilities of this fic and how the characters would interact, specifically when they have long intense heated glances across a busy room with enough raw yearning force to set off a jet plane and blueball me into oblivion. yes i have a ‘writing prompts’ tag for no fucking reason. no i can’t spell maladaptive
“Boromir’s a traditionalist - defend, defend, cut. He uses a balance of defensive and offensive moves, keeps himself well-covered even in the offense, with a lot of diagonal cuts. He does let the enemy come to him, and lets them close with him, unlike Aragorn. He’ll be slower to defeat an opponent, relies on superior stamina, but takes fewer risks and is less likely to take serious injury. Generally I think that sort of fighter will be the last man standing against staggering odds, since he takes care not to be hit. The way he died is the only you could take him down - arrows and overwhelming force.” — Bob Anderson
Bats are cute. Ergo, Thuringwethil is cute. Her hobbies include hanging out upside down and scaring the shit out of people (accidentally or on purpose)
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