best advice i ever got as a writer was to pick a hobby that i hated more than writing and stick with it. i’m a runner now and it’s miserable and i Hate It and writing is so lovely in comparison. bonus: i’m in excellent shape and running gives you a lot of time to think about writing. i’ve solved a lot of plot complications while running.
me and my friend jessie are physically incapable of having a normal fucking conversation so things happen where we accidently end up rping a dude bro trying to hit on me, an ordinary woman who is not a snake
my one skill is expertly manipulating the shape of the eggs I’m cooking so that they fit perfectly onto my toast every time
Bow down to your king
I can’t stop outdoing myself
Remember that post? The one that said “what if we all have super powers but they’re so mundane we don’t realize?” That post? This is proof that post was right
As a Brit I’d like to clarify that, while I do know exactly what you’re talking about, it’s a perversion restricted to upper class English people and none of the rest of us abide by it
If someone says “will you be mother?” while looking at you over a teapot, you’re in the room with someone whose father has enough money to buy yours & you should throw a scone in their face and run for the hills
addendum: sometimes you can say it to highlight the non-poshness of your surroundings or because the presence of a non-british person in a family home has inspired a burst of panicked victorian hospitality
