the shame of making a connection irl and them being like omg can i have your insta??? snapchat????? and having to be like sorry i live in a gap between two tree roots youre just going to have to normal text me like some kind of animal
if ur gonna be pressed into service by your liege lord, u want to be the swiftest rider. get good at horses, because they’re always sending the swiftest rider off to do some other shit that is, crucially, away from the battlefield. I’m telling u. when ur forces are outnumbered and the enemy legions show up with some unexpected advantage, someone in command is gonna say, “send the swiftest rider to alert the queen!!!” that’s u. u want to be that guy
the best porn i ever watched was about these two argentinian monks in a monastery during WW3 who witness the end of the world and then have sex in this candlelit stone grotto while nukes rain down outside and it was really emotionally earnest and played super straight i loved it. and like not just because i have a fetish