Now I want a comic where a princess tries to kiss the hero and he’s just like “yea that’s nice and all but I need gold for rent and food… and I chipped my sword.”
(Unceremoniously shoving princess of the back off my horse at the feet of the King)
“Let me see, that’ll be 100 gold for princess rescue, 25 gold extra because she has no serious injury, also there was a mimic in the tower I charge extra if a mimic is involved, you can check the fine print of my contract…”
I’m in for this.
“Miss, I respect your…uh…enthusiasm, but I have a wife. A wife who is very good with a crossbow.”
*Indicates the crossbow’d guardsman nearby.*
“Your prince charming is some dude who hired us.”
Plot twist, the prince charming is a really decent dude; but he couldn’t risk leaving the capitol while the evil plotting nefarious badguy was still around, but also was too morally upright to either leave the princess alone or just assassinate the badguy.
I’ve neglected y’all for a long time. I find it really hard to keep up with more than one social media account without sounding like a robot/ingenuine. But I’m gonna try!
Here’s some inktobers! The rest are on my instagram, and I’ll be uploading them here once I scan them(bc they look so much better scanned than in a photo)
So i went on a date to a haunted house and made friends with the girls behind us. As we’re going through, one of them is holding my hand and a guy leaps out and separates us. I panic as my date is pulling me along, I reach back for her and grab her hand in a group of three other performers and start getting out if there. After a bit I look back to check on her and I discover I’m holding the hand of a six foot tall zombie creature and not a 5'2" girl.
Cue the most terrifying realization of my life.
I had basically kidnapped this performer from his section and abandoned the girl and her friend behind us.
Yes, I screamed. My date thought it was Hilarious.
Yes, we found the girls. Turns out when I grabbed the performers hand, he grabbed theirs so our group wouldn’t be separated. So there was just this zombie in the middle of our group line for like fifty feet
Fuck sweater weather, all hail sweatshirt weather. Y'all can look cute in argyle and drink pumpkin spice, imma wear my favorite sweatshirt for a week straight like the cave troll I am.
Bohemian Rhapsody. We Will Rock You. Somebody To Love. All hit singles, and all the direct product of a band that was formed when an astrophysicist and a dentistry major found a new friend in an art college, who then went on to recruit a fourth member from the electronics school. Based on this alliance I propose the rift in society between Arts and STEM students was fabricated to keep us separated so as to dilute our true power - and fabricated by who, you may ask? The business major, the only member of society who reaps no reward from art and science and thus must weaken us so as to stay ahead. In this essay I will
You had me until you said business majors reap no reward from art and science.
What the hell do you think business majors do? They run businesses, most that sell stuff. Who makes stuff? Artists and scientists.
The rift between art and science majors is a natural cause of neither fully understanding and appreciating each other after years of being forced into and failing those subjects.
So who’s the real culprit?
The professors that breed an environment of condescension to their opposing majors.
