He liked tennis skirts and jean cut-offs, but not the kind so short you could see the pockets. He liked ballet flats and heels. He hated sneakers and dress shoes, but was fine with sandals as long as they were worn with a fresh pedicure. He liked thigh gaps, hated cankles. He liked tan lines, long necks, slender shoulders. He liked good posture and fruit-scented body mist. He liked full lips and small noses. He liked chokers, but the lacy ones with flower cutouts or delicate patterns. He hated girls who sat like boys, talked like boys, acted like boys, but there was nothing on planet Earth he hated more than body hair.
what if you were SEVENTEEN and a SQUIRE but your master fucking DIES and now you gotta pretend you are a KNIGHT and a BALD kid doesn't leave you alone and you fall in love with a PUPPETEER and get into a fight with an EVIL TWINK and the HEIR to the throne DIES defending you
i believe in re-reading and re-watching your favourite books & movies at different stages of your life.the plot never changes, but your perspective does.