hey if someone you don’t know randomly messages you on the internet asking what your name is and where you’re from/where you live- don’t fucking answer and block that bitch
i just found out merriam webster has a time traveler feature that tells you some of the words that were “born” the same year as you. it’s pretty neat yall should do this
new tag yourself game: pick 3 words “born” in ur year that describe u. im geocaching, dark web and abandonware
Caesar, with his ego in the clouds: What, do you tremble? Are you all afraid? Alas, I blame you not, for you are mortal […]
Catilina, up in the senate like: We speak no treason, man.
Catullus, crying about Lesbia like: […] I cannot prove a lover to entertain these fair well-spoken days
Cato, at anyone who doesn‘t fit his idealistic belief of right and wrong: Hie thee to hell for shame, and leave this world, thou cacodemon. There thy kingdom is.
like, basically any roman @ Cleopatra, when she visited Rome: Foul wrinkled witch, what mak‘st thou in my sight?
Cicero, being petty as always: Long die thy happy days before thy death […]
A little update on What’s Left as we hit the home stretch is that what I had outlined for Chapter 10 actually ended up taking two chapters worth of words, and I’ve decided I want an epilogue, so the final chapter count is going to be 14 instead of the orginal 12 I had planned. I’m still hoping to stay on the same original schedule though (we’ll see if that happens) and likely will be posting Chapters 10 and 11 this week, on Thursday and Friday.
And here is a little snippet from Chapter 10, Baz POV. Surprise, another conversation bewteen him and Sid because that is about all I can share without spoilers.
He removes his hand from the bench, twisting it up with his other one, in his lap. My leg feels colder for it.
“That thing you said, earlier, to Penny, about being immortal…” he continues, after a brief moment of silence. “That there was a chance. Would you… want to know? For sure, I mean? If you’re going to live forever.”
I turn and look back at him sharply, narrowing my eyes. “You mean, youknow?”
He nods solemnly. “I know how it works. I’m surprised to hear that you don’t, although I suppose nothing should shock me on that front anymore.”
“Yes, well…” I look down into my lap, smoothing out the wrinkles from my trousers just for something to do. “You’ve probably noticed my ignorance on the subject is somewhat… intentional.”
“I have. Which is why I’m asking if you want to me to tell you.”
