The thing is. I would eat the grapes. I would eat the pomegranate seeds. I would eat the Turkish delights. It doesn’t matter what the stakes are if you put a little plate of snacks out in front of me I’ll eat them.
If you sent me to an evil fantasy realm and told me that if I ate anything I would die a painful terrible death then set a charcuterie board down in front of me that would be it for me. Like it wouldn’t even be like a torturous internal struggle to not eat the cheese. I wouldn’t even need to be that hungry.
some fae: what are your desires, mortal me with adhd: I can’t think of any right now but more importantly are those grapes, do you m ind if i just
Anti-revenge narrative this, anti-revenge narrative that, I personally think that Inigo Montoya had the right idea when he stabbed Count Rugen in the gut and said “I want my father back, you son of a bitch”
A lot of revenge arcs end with the hero saying “there’s nothing you can do to bring my loved one back, so me seeking revenge is pointless.” The Princess Bride’s revenge arc ends with Inigo Montoya saying “there’s nothing you can do to bring my loved one back, so there’s nothing that can save you.”
Inigo Montoya’s revenge arc is fucking perfection and nothing will ever change my mind.
I know that a lot of stories frame revenge as this horrible thing and claims that the hero will turn evil if they do it. But Princess Bride went “Nah he’s gonna stab that motherfucker and be better for it.”
the anti revenge plotline falls flat every time when you remember that by not getting revenge theyre just gonna kill more people. Inigo Montoya prevented many deaths by not sparring the six fingered man
dragon age inquisition is a bad game because there isn’t a room to walk through just before the final battle where you find Sandal Feddic standing among the piles of monster corpses laying around the room, completely unscathed and offering you some enchantments
how dare you assume hed be sloppy enough to leave bodies
I just had to explain what I was cackling at to my roommate. It automatically passes the Laugh Rule.
She found her reluctant fiance, Erstad, brooding out on the rainy moors.
“Is that a baby rabbit?” she asked, observing his huddled form.
“IT’S SIX BABY RABBITS AND YOU CAN’T TOUCH THEM,” replied Ernstad, contriving to look twice his usual size and at least three times his usual fierceness.
“Whoah okay damn,” she said, and backed away.
i’d read the gothic romance novel of ernstad and his baby rabbits like right now
This means that Batman, obsessive hoarder of orphans, is the only dark mysterious character that can be accurately described as “brooding”.
Batman is the epitome of brooding, thank you jackironsides for bringing this to our attention
