it must be said that i simply love to watch a character destroy all their relationships in an attempt to get what they think they want only to achieve their goals and be lonelier and more depressed than ever. and to realize they can never go back and are trapped at the top of the hill playing their part. its the dream you never wake up from!!
Throwback to when I took painkillers and woke up with Photoshop open on my computer to this image I had made
Another small writing pet peeve:
Up until quite recently in history, sharing a bed was VERY common. Most people, unless very rich, could not afford multiple beds, let alone bedrooms.
I love sexual tension as much as the next person, but 'there was only one room left at the inn, and it only had one bed' only works in modern times (or the future, who knows).
A medieval inn is not like a hotel. Most inns would have shared, dorm-style rooms, The cheapest option was literally just a room where you could sleep on the floor, maybe it held some pallets, and it had a roof and maybe a fireplace and however many people could fit, would fit.
Even if the inn has private rooms; family, friends, aquiantances and even business partners would share beds and/or other sleeping accomodations. Servants would be four to a room, or even a bed. Ladies shared beds with their ladies' maids etc.
I'm on a bit of a Witcher kick at the moment, so; I can kinda see them forking over the expense of a private room (witchers probably don't sleep next to strangers), but the moment Geralt trusted Jaskier, they absolutely shared a bed. Two private rooms is absolute insanity, and if the room had two beds, it would be for four people minimum (so probaly a bit less expensive, but still very dear).
But then, consider this: the couple has been travelling and sleeping together, and suddenly *sexual tension*! And they're in a shared dorm room with a family of five a three travelling salesmen.
Or, person A is incredibly privileged and has always had their own space (their personal servant sleeps in their dressing room) and person B, the warrior type, has never once that they can remember slept without another person's sounds and warmth.
AU where Narinder gets his crown back but Lamb is dead, and the only way he found to bring them back is by tearing all the crowns apart in a ritual to time travel
He lost his powers again, but at least the Lamb is alive...
For now...
i can't write but have this
My flesh, my home 🦪 🫧
I saw that you were taking web weaving suggestions so here's mine lol
Feeling behind everyone if that makes sense? Not having achieved what others usually have at your age?
Falling behind
i. Falling Behind, Laufey / ii. unknown / iii. Dog Bite, Stella Bridie / iv. A Good Day, Kait Rokowski / v. unknown / vi. Time, Pink Floyd / vii. Class of 2013, Mitski
love them
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