I Hate Pranksters.

WHY does no one remember that the name of Piper's ZIT is BOB.

Small Bob

Titan Bob

ZIT BOB

No thank you.

ATTENTION!!!

THERE IS AN IMMENSELY IMPORTANT IMAGE OF A HIGHLY SMOOSHABLE SMOOSHER!!!!

Fav Character: *breathes*

Me: I STAN THEM

Author: Oh Well....

Fav Character: *stops breathing*

Me: oH sHeT

Love this perspective 🥹🥹

I know Kaz gets a lot of shit for calling Inej and investment in Six of Crows, but if you take into account the culture he grew up in, it's actually really sweet. Hear me out. When you acknowledge just how important commerce is in Kerch, and particularly Ketterdam, it adds a lot more meaning behind the seemingly throwaway line. Commerce is more than just financial in that culture. It's spiritual. This is a place where the main god is Ghezen, the god of industry and commerce. Their main church is literally called the Church of Barter. Saying someone is an investment in a culture like that would have way deeper implications than simply a surface level business transaction. It's someone you'd want to take care of and protect. Someone you'd want to see succeed and keep close enough to reap the benefit from that success. Someone you'd put time and effort into. It wouldn't be surprising if marriage or having children would be considered an investment in that culture because, to them, it wouldn't cheapen the emotional value of these things but highlight just how important those relationships are. It's not surprising that this goes over Inej's head (and most of the other characters' heads) because she's not from that culture. But for someone who is, it would show just how important his relationship to her is to him. Especially considering he says this while he's putting himself in danger (and probaby a lot of pain considering his leg) just to save her and keep her safe.

Please work, Potato of good luck :')

I'm the most traumatised person my age I know

Hi, reader. Remember that children book series you adored? Here’s how old the characters would be now.

Percy Jackson - turning 31 this August (The Lightening Thief was published in 2005. Percy was twelve.)

Amy and Dan Cahill - 30 and 27 (The 39 Clues wiki page puts Amy as born in 1994 and Dan in 1997.)

Sabrina and Daphne Grimm - 30 and 26 (The Fairytale Dectectives was published in 2005. Sabrina was 11. Daphne was 7. Some disagreement on the fandom wiki for their birth years compared to publication date.)

Artemis Fowl - 38 (The first book was published in 2001. Artemis was 12.)

And the real kicker?

Junie B. Jones would be 37. (The first book was published in 1992. She was 5 in the series.)

I hope you all feel as old as I do.

Quite proud of him for growing into such a distinguished gentleman of fine calibre

Imagine if you were forced to go to the funerals of every character you killed and you could see their ghost there. All the wasted years that could've come, all in front of you ripped to shreds by your own hand.

'I walked into the hall. I didn't want to come here nor did I want to stay but I couldn't leave. I was here for him. He died because of me.

His mother stood on the podium giving a speech in her eloquent way that I had made her to be but I could see the life leeched from her eyes. Yet she went on and on about what a great person her son was because she knew that these funerals were for the living.

"Was I not enough," he asked from behind me. His eyes had become hollow to match his heart. His skin was gray and ghoulish and blood poured down from where I stabbed him.

"What did I ever do wrong," tears swept down his cheeks. He had cried when he was alive and then he cried at his own funeral.

I did that to him. Sitting in the pew of a death that I brought of a life that I started. I couldn't stop the tears that flowed out, blinding me in blur of pain and the sound of my own sobbing.

I think I caught the eyes of some of the people there because I was crying like I knew him personally. Truth was no one knew him that well except for two people and one of them was me.

As for the other person...he hadn't even showed up.

I may have attended a funeral so similar that it felt like a fever dream, a funeral of a person I killed. A person I brought misery and nothing more. It never hurt any less.

I'd taken him too soon with too much pain that he didn't deserve.

Will the hollow ache of his soul ever heal?

Will he ever find peace?

I'm afraid to continue his story for the fear that I will only bring more pain.'