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it's so weird to me that everyone on this website is a human person outside of their weird internet niche so rb this with a random bit of your lore

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Broke:

Belle has Stockholm syndrome because she falls in love with the Beast, her kidnapper.

Woke:

Stockholm syndrome was coined to slander a woman who had been in a hostage situation but openly criticized the poor police response which recklessly put her in more danger and escalated the violence. She was then belittled and discredited publically by the police for this.

So. Yeah. Maybe Belle does have Stockholm syndrome actually.

Concerning Hobbits

There was a time when I lived in an apartment above an abandoned business space. The apartment leaked and let drafts in among other things, but it was my home for a time. My first summer there, I worked early morning shifts and had the afternoons off. I was not a fan of the early mornings, but loved being able to enjoy the warm summer sun. One afternoon, I lay on my air-mattress-couch with soft blankets draped over it, reading while different instrumental songs from a variety of places and times played in the background. The sun poured through the open window and warmed my skin, accompanied by the sounds of passing of traffic, pieces of scattered conversations from the occasional people below, and the rhythmic ting of metal against metal from the blacksmith hammering away down the block. Eventually a song titled Concerning Hobbits came on. The arrangement of stringed instruments, mixed with the blacksmith outside and a good book in my hands transported me to a time and place so familiar and nostalgic, yet somewhere I had never been. In that moment I felt so peaceful and calm, like all was right in my little world. For those two minutes and fifty seconds I felt like a hobbit.

Give a man a horse he’ll eat for a day teach a man to horse and make him drinks water

Oh if only there were a way to tell a story without first having to find a proper way and words with which to tell said story

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