So The Swordsmith Village....

had a fascinating english class that resulted in the notes header “the forcefeminization of victor frankenstein”

The Three Crows

There’s a cafe on campus that comes and goes called The Three Crows.  For those wanting a casual visit, it can be found in the spring when the hydrangeas bloom, on new moons, and the first sunny day after it rains.  For those wishing adventures of a more exotic variety, it can be found on clear nights with a full moon when you hear the distant sounds of hounds baying.   As you enter, you will be greeted by the sweet smell of cider and the spice of whiskey all comfortably wrapped within the warmth of coffee. The Dropkick Murphy’s always play in the background, and flowers grow from the walls and sometimes that odd table or chair.

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Sai + Assorted Text Posts (Part 3)

“No! No! You don’t understand! Nakahara was N - the scientist!” I say, the words pedantic and forgotten in the wind, the same way Frankenstein wasn’t the monster but the scientist has been for centuries now.

I just met Jonathan Harker for the first time! He seems so nice, I certainly hope nothing heinously awful happens to him. Wishing him well on his little train trip.

Although he was already thirty, when he traded his imperial military uniform for a set of relaxed robes to read under the lamplight, he looked refined and youthful.

Excuse me, can we stop being dramatic about age. Thirty is not old!

She's trying so hard not to

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“that character is problematic” i am sick and twisted. next