every time I go for a nice hike in any natural area there is a tiny part of my brain that goes “hey this would be a cool place for a fanclan”. I haven’t touched the books in years and I haven’t roleplayed since I was 14 but my brain is hardwired to start daydreaming about wild kitties. you can’t ever go outside again
Update: I am on vacation in the jungles of Belize. It is a unique cultural opportunity. I just hiked a trail with a guide of local medicinal plants. And the whole time I was thinking about herb lists from Warriors. It follows you. It breathes down your neck as it stalks you to the ends of the Earth.
Ever since I found out that colonies of cats take residence in Disneyland, I’ve been fighting an impulse. These books are like practicing necromancy or something. You think you can wash your hands of the whole business and walk away, but your soul has been tainted by what you’ve done, and you can never go back
any sluts out here want some tea? a fucking biscuit?
‘Tis I, Matthew Hopkins, infamous English witch-hunter, responsible for the deaths of between 230 and 400 people in the 17th century.
Excuse me, miss. Are you, by chance… a witch?
a witch yeah yeah, anyway shit this tea has NO sugar and i forgot sugarcubes is that cool with you
Matthew Hopkins recoils in fear and disgust, for this is truly…
Y-yes, that will be fine. As a Puritan, if I take tea at all, it is without sugar…
Seeming to have not alerted the witch, he chooses to take a subtle approach and coax the damning information out of her.
Now, pardon me for asking, but do you regularly hold council with imps and other such demons, perhaps
meeting
for tea and to blaspheme God?
look dude do you want a biscuit or not
Matthew Hopkins’ eyes darken in fear, and his face goes ghastly white. The Witchfinder General has found a witch for whom he is no match. She evades even his most cunning inquiries with ease, and the brazen air with which she admits her heresy shows she fears neither man nor God. He cannot win, and defeated, he relents.
pyladespunk asked: okay listen i know tolkien was over here all like "pipeweed is tobacco" but we can all agree that its marijuana, right? merry and pippin are stoned every point in the book they have a second to relax
Compromise: hobbits smoke both & lump them together as ‘pipeweed’
u never kno what ur gonna get when a hobbit offers u some “pipeweed”
‘pipeweed’ in the Shire just means ‘herbs u can smoke in a pipe’ and it’s common knowledge that there are pipeweeds that are smooth & relaxing to smoke and pipeweeds that’ll get you stoned and they know which is which.
For whatever reason only tobacco caught on outside the Shire so middle earth’s other smokers just took to calling it pipeweed bcos that’s what the hobbits they bought it from called it.
