Szeth Pancakes

Uh. Like, a hundred? Sitting next to both my and my family’s main bookshelves. What’s the most underrated Sanderson book?

My Fair Lady! Hmm… It’s a revenge party! A party that ends / with somebody’s head on a spike!

Allera nodded. “Hyperdrive?”

This ^

It's late ok

Nope. I just missed it Adding it in now.

Ooh! Could you maybe split the vote so it's single-elimination tournament style & then there are finals?

watch as i attempt to fit five snakes in my mouth at one time you have the audacity to do such a thing?!

chaos choas chouas choua chouta

The way he primps and preens and dresses like the pits of fashion.

MR64 Cycle Three: The Edge of Crimson It is not your time. Lazy Bones heard the voice through a haze. The small part of his mind that was still aware of its surroundings objected. It damned well was his time. It’d been his time for going on a decade now. Why don’t you bring the kid back? he asked the voice. He couldn’t tell if he was speaking or simply thinking the words. He supposed that in a place like this, surrounded by dark, malevolent energy, it didn’t matter. The voice answered simply: It is not your time. Why the shadows is that? Look. We both know you’re innocent. The kid… The voice made a noncommittal noise. Perhaps it’s best if he stays dead. There it is, Lazy Bones replied. The voice sighed annoyedly. Suddenly, Lazy Bones’ vision was suffused with light, and he was back in his rocking chair, the wound from the pitchfork nowhere to be seen. He smiled as he saw a hooded form disappearing around the corner of his cottage. * Jade NeVron ran through the dark of the night, skirting the edge of Crimson while still staying in the relative safety of the forest. It was funny: before today, if someone had said the forests were “safe,” they would have laughed them out of the room. However, circumstances had changed (as all things did) and the dangers of the forests were the least of their concerns. They became aware that a crossbow bolt had speared through their shoulder, spilling blood at an alarming rate. Shadows, they thought dimly. Now, if their attacker didn’t kill them, unless he could find shelter, a shade would. It was a moot point, however, as another bolt then struck them in the chest, killing them instantly. * Awhey hated Crimson. He didn’t hate it in a passive, this place is a hell-hole but I’m here so I guess I’ll just have to deal way. He hated it with a fiery, unbridled passion. “Hate’t,” he told the new bartender. “S’much.” Somehow, his beer tasted even worse the more of it he had. “Y’all can go ta hell. Oh wait yer ‘lready ‘nit.” Someone started shouting behind him. “Dirty forter merchant,” it sounded like he was saying. It occurred to Awhey that he was talking to him. There was more shouting. Awhey didn’t even bother to turn around as the man stabbed him in the neck. * “Tess.” “Wha-” Tess started out of her sleep. She narrowed her eyes at the person standing above her. “How did you get in here?” “You know how.” “What are you planning to do with me?” “I’ve heard the pleas of the rest of Crimson. They want you gone.” Tess narrowed her eyes, but nodded, grabbed her satchel – it had enough food in it to get her to the next homestead, fifty miles through the forest from here – and walked out the door. Vote Count. Amanuensis has been resurrected! Archer has become a Shade! JNV has become a Shade! DeTess has been Banished! Cycle Three has begun. The turn will end on June 18, 2023 at 7:30 PM PDT. Player List.

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what that mean ?/?

Gets the DAMNED FOOL THAT SHOT HIM Inserts Sunday crossword

Infinitesimal

No spoilers. (RoW) 256/256

Scruffy and cozy, like an old dressing gown.

How many apples should you eat every day? I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.

“My cheeks are glowing from the cold!” (She said, gazing at Marya with kind, glittering eyes.)

Bring in their things! What are you dawdling for? Get the samovar ready! Bring some rum for the tea!

I will touch you on the cheek!

SALMON FLAVORED POPSICLES uh, butts. Duh.

Yup. He cute. TPBM is solving a crossword.

Pet you a bit and I’ll scold you a bit

WELCOME welcome to Moscow