My humor has sunken so low that I feel like one of those picture book authors trying to avoid swearing because they're writing a children's book but it's just so obvious and it looks like they have no care anymore.
I wanna see Cale getting hit by a spell that makes him emotionally attached to the first non-living thing that he sees. Imagine it was a pillow. Everyone would be thinking he was sleeping too much-
The redhead, responding with gritted teeth, "Yes, it's a pillow. BUT IT'S MY PILLOW FOR FUCKS SAKE—"...proceeds to defend a little pillow.
Why is nobility the irl medieval more corrupt slightly more thorough version of Twitter? Itsg nobility would cancel you for like having less than two houses smaller than a mansion. Then there's twitter cancelling a violin for saying f*ck and sh*t.