Reading Patrick Taylor's Irish Student doctor whoch takes place in 1930s Dublin. No antibiotics. Insulin had just started coming around. Makes ye think. How many ppl died ultimately too early because science hadn't developed smth for their ailments. We really ought to treasure docs and researchers

Some story tinkering

She looked at him incredulously. "The knight's guild is not the proper place to raise a young child in Arthur Finnigan! What this young lady requires is a *stable*, *decent* household with a *mother* and a father!" Arthur didn't flinch. "You think I don't know that you will use her as cheap labour?"

To this i meow

So, the hero had slayed the fallen god. That was all well and good but the answer which began to rise in everyone's mind was: "What now?" Well, the world would change. It had to. However, as many people loathed change, they soon began to feel like the fallen god had not been so bad after all...

"Where do you see yourself in 5 years?"

Me:

I love u 🥺

hell YEAH

I hate the mean brain moments

Happy days to all the parental units!

Look at that face! Can such a peaceful expression really cover up an attitude of screaming shenanigans? The jury has their doubts

Is he ok??? I'm sending healing purrs

A couple of bad apples ruin the lot. There's darts fans who pay silly amounts of money for tickets and the pros put in ridiculous travel times only for some tit to start whistling to throw them off. Clearly, they can't tell their arse from their mouth cuz there's only shit coming out of both ends.

*offering free head pats for everyone who needs them*

Wowie! Can't believe they mentioned me :D

For a trip in nature? Dickinson!

Mornin!!! Hello to mothman as well!! I love him!

We got a battle of the Irelands in darts today 👀 Josh Rock from Northern Ireland will take on Keane Barry from the Republic of Ireland

I'm proud of you fren 🥺

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even the octopus men are whack

I just want to have a picnic with somebody somewhere by a small brook. I'm wearing a sweet flattering sundress and your head is in my lap. I'm reading poetry to you and putting flowers on your closed eyelids

On today's episode of fuck around and find out:

What Arthur didn't know was that the maidens were indeed attempting to set up a guild for damsles in distress. Many shared the desire to be able to marry the hero they want but for now, attending regular meetings proved somewhat difficult for them - the whole kidnapping business took time, you see

"Madame! There are maidens to be saved... Monsters to be slain!"
She clicked her tongue. "Yes, and I have a job I'd like to keep. If you don't have a divine prophecy, you might check with the Oracle Guild."
"B-but...!"
"There are laws. Else any village boy with murky origins could become a hero."

The boy puffed out his chest. "I am here to receive a hero's permit."
The clerk continued writing as though she had heard this statement hundreds of times before. "Hm, yes. Do you have a divine prophecy with you?" The youth stared. "What? No! I want to do good for the world!"
"Don't we all, sonny."

Til: in Britain even the mice to go to the pub

I love Terry Pratchett for having been able to put such things into word and the discworld series pretty much saved my life at times

Eepy... so very eepy... and have to get up...