a snapshot of my morning routine

Ishka has never, not once in her entire life, received either food or affection.

never.

in a few months, a friend of mine is intending to DM a D&D one-off...

...for which she has assigned all of us character species and classes, and instructed us to create level 5 or 6 characters "so you'll have cool things to play with." I've been given a High Elven Arcane Archer and instructed to "go nuts."

So of course I will be playing as Clint Barton, Elven Warrior. (Toying with always-an-elf!Clint AU vs ported-into-the-body-of-Legolas!Clint. Either way, this is gonna be fun.)

Thus far, Cilinton Baeriton is getting exploding arrows, arrows with thorny grapply powers, and also the ability to light small fires at will. WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG

(no subject)

today I learned that Latin had a verb meaning to fart silently, which just seems like an overarching achievement for any language--and it's even onomatopoeic! (vissire, for the curious).)