I don't get how any of yall can live on flat prairie away from mountains and shit, there's roo much open sky and nowhere to hide, shit gives me anxiety. Feels like I'm gonna get carried away by a large bird
When the Time Lords kept their eye on everything, you could hop between realities, home in time for tea. Then they died, took it all with them. The walls of reality closed, the worlds were sealed. Everything became that bit less kind.
Something something abt how a clown’s whole thing is to make themselves the butt of the joke and take everything thrown at them while a jester’s whole thing is to freely call out & ridicule the king however they choose something something…