meanexwife:

other girls: respectable hut at the edge of the village, uncursing wells, turning into a black cat to steal into a tyrant’s bedchambers and assassinate him in his sleep

me: no familiar, crushing my herbs with a rock i picked up outside, trying to make casual conversation with crows but they keep predicting my death instead

I have a problem

Me: Shit, I’ve got no money, I’m going to have to be on a payment plan to pay back the repairs for the mixer….
Me, an hour later: I wonder how much the Thorin Oakenshield POP! figure is on Amazon….
Also me, beating formerly mentioned me with a broom:STOP. LOOKING. AT. PRETTY. THINGS. YOU. USELESS. LITTLE. GOBLIN.