you know what I hate, I hate urban fantasy that suddenly goes 'actually there's angels and the antichrist and everything was biblical lore all along' like can christianity please leave me alone for one single fucking moment I am literally trying to escape reality
obviously dietary requirements aren't a joke but my grandma sometimes runs errands for her church and i asked her what she's up to today and she said extremely seriously "ive got to track down the body of the gluten free christ, julia"
French written like it’s German
Henri Biva (French, 1848-1928) - A Woodland Lake
Tough grizzled guy at the biker bar: "How I got these scars? Heh... that's a long story, kid" (scene fades into a montage of mundane household accidents: touching a hot pan, running into a door, slipping in the shower, cutting a bagel wrong, etc.)
idea: seasonal gender. masc in winter, femme in summer, enby in between.
Bits from my life, occasional reblogs | Autumn: always-between-birches | Winter: burnt-almonds
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