me, eating a pile of nuts, cheese, and apple: mmmm tasty
the medieval peasant in my head watching me eat: thou knowst what would MAKETH this meal? dried fruits.
me, getting out the raisins: god damn, etheldred, you are SO right
the medieval peasant in my head: yet thou art still not heeding mine words regarding the blasphemy
If you think about it, the phrase “a bowl of mac and cheese” fits the format for generic YA fantasy titles
they also might not be giants. let's not get our hopes up
as an autistic person, can i just say that Charles Babbage aka “father of the computer” was totally one of us and also his vendetta against street music & organ grinders was VALID
hope everyone had an amazing march 15th!!! no reason I just know that tumblr loves days and dates. happy wednesday! happy 15th! happy march!!! I hope the stars align and smite an enemy of your choosing
Who'd chose to be the Chosen One?
Meet Erin Parr, a non-practicing witch. She's 39 years old with three kids and a husband, and she hasn't had a paid job in her whole life. And it doesn't look like anyone is going to pay her for her new job either: saving the world.
When she first hears about the Prophecy, no one believes in her less than herself (though there's some pretty stiff competition), but someone needs to roll up their sleeves and get the job done, and it's usually her.
The year is 1961 and Erin must go on an epic roadtrip in a rundown Morris Minor with a cranky community nurse, a professor with more bravado than sense and two university students with a lot to prove and more to hide.
29 | asexual aromantic agender | she/they/its sie/dey/es I like Bob's Burgers, knitting, sewing and reading
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