When Your Space Boyfriend Is Right And You’re Mad About It

“I will avenge my brother’s death!” yelled the adventurer. “You have my bow” his archer companion said. “And my axe” said the warrior. “And your brother” said the Necromancer.

“You can’t truly call yourself “peaceful” unless you are capable of great violence. If you’re not capable of violence, you’re not peaceful, you’re harmless. A very important distinction. ” Our first contacts were harmless, those met later couldn’t tell the difference.

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slides nasa $10 so, tell me about the aliens

Everyone can do magic. Everyone except you, that is. Your aunt and uncle have always made fun of you for not being able to do magic, until one day you received a letter inviting you to a school of “science”, and you discovered a secret society of people who make great things without magic.

Roomie and I are two single female presenting folques sharing a unit on the shit end of town and when she moved in her dad met some of our dudeman neighbors and went "good to see there are some Man here to keep an eye out for them" and they replied along the line of "Yes Indeed We Shall Protect Thine Maidens" as if I am not a security guard and she does not do martial arts nightly and we together do not spar on the regular and there is not a baseball bat by every doorway and so now we share joint custody of a banana tree named Bert who we refer to as The Man Of The House