What a FUN WEEK, huh? I am not going to re-link to our job posting, because you have already BROKEN Mallory, my God, but I think the real moral here is that the job market is terrible for bright young misandrist things, and more people should try to hire you!
Okay, I’m gonna go all indulgent and just talk about my absolute favourite things from this week:
If Mallory on Martin Prince did not break your goddamn heart then you should pack your shit and get out.
Gonna ship Golden God King Henry VIII and I until the cows come home, which they never will, and you are just going to have to deal with our perfect love. Maybe I’ll write some time-travelling fanfic about it.
honestly there is like
not a great way to say this
but i sort of figured that more of you were going to die in childhood
or like
in childbirth or something
like you would die while i was in childbirth
nothing personal i just didnt think there were still going to be so many of you here at this point in my life
“Welcome back. Do you call your parents enough?“
The Adventures Of An Irish Smock, Interspersed With Whimsical Anecdotes Of A Nankeen Pair Of Breeches.
I FEEL LIKE YOU COULD HAVE DONE MORE SOCIAL SHARING OF MY GRAVE-ROBBING SEQUEL, I’m a little hurt.
