Spoilers For Stormlight Archives Books Two And Beyond. Ye've Been Warned.

Spoilers for Stormlight Archives books two and beyond. Ye've been warned.

I find it greatly amusing that Brandon Sanderson named Moash (in part) after his editor. Like just imagine.

"Hey, you've really been great to me so I thought I'd name a character after you."

"Oh, that's nice of you! What's he like?"

"He betrays everyone and everything he cared about in a quest for vengeance. He swears fealty to an evil god, and urges his best friend to kill himself."

"..."

Y'know... likes only affect your own dash, it doesnt spread any posts. Only reblogs spread a post

I suppose that's a point. I certainly could try to reblog more often.

Oh sweet, a Hitchhiker's Guide To the Galaxy Fan on my dash?

It's more likely than I thought

The people I have ended up following have led to me opening Tumblr to the ottomans empire and Austria hungary confessing their love for each other on my dash

What is life

I dont know what life is but the answer is 42

I'm gay in that general way where people use it as a synonym for queer. I dislike that use though, as it feels like a modern, more specific equivalent to the generic he.

Only mildly bizarre? Have you tried being extremely bizarre? Maybe even commit bizarre crimes?

I've not tried being extremely bizarre, but I might. I don't commit any crimes to my knowledge, and if I do they're the ultimately meaningless ones.

The assistance is greatly appreciated, but alas I was referring more to times when you're so swamped in unfun things to do that once you finish for the day, all you can do is sleep until the next day. Then it repeats.

Again though, I do appreciate the attempt!

Any advice for when everything is terrible and stressful but you don't have the time for a pleasant distraction/hobby/craft? Not currently having such a time but I think it might be the eye of the storm

They're all still dead, just by entirely mundane means

horror movie that's a completely normal horror movie for 90% of the runtime, where the entire time you're yelling at the idiot protagonists to just get out of the obviously haunted location before they get killed by the ghosts. like, yeah, you bought this historic old mansion with antique suits of armor and everything, and you'd have wasted a lot of money if you abandoned it, but you're going to get killed, you morons.

the movie continues in this vein, friends and family disappearing in miscellaneous Ghost Incidents, until finally we're seeing the final girl fleeing the monster down a dead-end hallway, screaming as it approaches her-

-and then the ultimate revenant spirit steps in a loop of rope, which tightens around its ankle and hoists it up to the ceiling. two nearby suits of armor lift their visors and reveal a scruffy hippie-looking dude and what cannot be, but must be, a Great Dane.

"like, let's find out who this ghost really is!" the hippie knight says, and pulls a rubber mask off of the ultimate revenant, revealing none other than the realtor that sold the protagonists the mansion, who staged the whole haunting/movie in hopes of forcing the protagonists to just get out of the obviously haunted location before they get killed by the ghosts.

several teenagers the final girl has never met before suddenly arrive. a rich kid, a librarian-looking nerd, and a dweeb in an ascot flash back to all the haunting scenes to explain the elaborate practical effects used to fool them. after all is said and done, you're pretty sure nothing supernatural actually happened in the entire movie, except for how that dog just said, in English, that it wanted a sandwich.