i’m sorry for my entire life
It’s the last panel that really makes this post.
So I started thinking about Elsa’s hair and
ME gA N
i really like the idea of a fantasy setting but in modern times. elves on smart phones and taking pictures for their instagram. dwarves getting into console wars and calling each other casual gamers. mages casting dangerous spells for the vine. i want it.
"Dude I dunno, necromancy is pretty fucked up." "Do it for the vine."
Are you kidding me. Are you freaking KIDDING me. Fifteen years we’ve been speculating on why Red gave up being Champion to live all the way out on godforsaken Mt. Silver, and as it turns out, it had nothing to do with him being a mysterious loner, or wanting to challenge himself, or getting stronger, or escaping any old demons from his past.
NOPE. As it turns out, Mt. Silver was just the only place on the goddamn map where Red could find 880 lbs. of food every day to feed his greedy fucking Snorlax. That’s all. That’s it. Mystery solved.
There are not words for how done I currently am with this series. Fuck it. I give up. Done. I’m out.
Day One: history books that start off like this
"I had dreamed of a republic that the whole world would have adored. I never could have believed that men could be so ferocious and so unjust. "
Ugh, Camille, we’re in the middle of a war because people DON’T WANT TO LIKE our republic, okay? they want to destroy it and kill us all for it, okay? Also you voted the king’s death, so it’s also your fault. Stfu, Camille, my god.
I just wish we could all get along like we did in that Tennis Court. I wish we could bake a cake and fill it with liberte, egalite, and fraternite. And everyone would eat cake and be happy…