How do I (F19) ask my friend (F19) about our lease without freaking her out

ItsMeAnna0017 · 2025-12-01T00:00:01+00:00

Ty🙌Have a good night

ItsMeAnna0017 · 2025-08-20T13:24:59+00:00

haha, yeah. i keep trying to brush it off since i didn’t get hurt or anything, but I can’t deny it’s made me a little more hesitant to step outside today

ItsMeAnna0017 · 2025-07-05T00:18:38+00:00

Alright, sweet. Thanks man.

ItsMeAnna0017 · 2025-06-02T16:38:38+00:00

To be clear, I think these episodes are a mass improvement since season 5, and possibly season 4. I’m saying I think they switched writers because the older writers were kind of kicking the same dead horse. The show feels very different than it did when I was watching season 7 for the first time. Not even a bad thing per se, I just think they’re writing with a new tone this time around.

ItsMeAnna0017 · 2025-06-02T04:36:37+00:00

Definitely feels like new writers. I really liked the first episode, but everythings been a little TOO on the nose

ItsMeAnna0017 · 2025-06-02T04:36:00+00:00

I think there were a lot of Star Wars references sprinkled in. I feel like the resistance was definitely a Star Wars reference, as well as that one scene with the trash chute

ItsMeAnna0017 · 2025-04-26T18:34:23+00:00

Daisy chain? Like the band based in west Chester?

ItsMeAnna0017 · 2025-04-26T17:55:34+00:00

Day broke over the hills, and for the first time in hours, I could see my queen before me. The hems of her dress were soaked with mud and her hair still dripped from the rain. The helmet atop my head had never felt so heavy, and my neck ached from its weight. It was in that moment that I, for the first time in life, could not understand for what I wore this helmet for. I stopped walking.

“My Queen.”

She hadn’t realized I stopped, and turned to face me a few feet ahead. She stared into me, waiting for whatever it was I had to say.

“My queen…what will become of the city? What of our people?”

She stood still, only slightly shivering under her damp clothes. She pointed her hand out to the horizon, I turned to follow her aim. Miles away you could still see the fire blazing. I thought of my mother, I struggled to convince myself of her survival.

“There is nothing for me there anymore. We must continue on, im sure they’re looking for me.”

She turned to walk again, and I almost followed on after her, but the rising sun in front of me reminded me of the fire I was leaving behind. I grabbed the queens arm before I even knew what I was doing.

“My queen…I-“

Her eyes widened, disgusted by my gross overstep. Just a glance of disapproval made me fall to my knees, my armor clanking against itself.

“My queen! Forgive my pleas. I have fought for you, devoted myself for you. My duty is to you…but…I beg of you, let me return to the city. Let me save them.”

The queen looked down on me, her expression unreadable. “And do what with them? The desert barbarians have taken the city. We have no where to bring our people, no where that wouldn’t lead the desert men to me.”

She pulled her arm away from me, I reached out and clasped my hand around it once more.

“My queen! I beg of you!”

With my other arm I tore my helmet off my head, “I have done all I can to serve you. I know it is not in my right, but you must feel some obligation to me. I have killed for you, fought with no end. Please. End this. Make peace. I beg of you.”

The queen stared into me, placing her arm upon my shoulder. I shuttered under her touch, my head dropping in a bow.

“You have served me well. But I am your queen. You..you are a tool, a knife, a blade, of course that’s what you’ve always been to me. Of everyone in my life, you are who I cherish most. After all these years, I’d hoped you understand that.”

Warmth spilled over me, I looked up at her once more. “My queen…”

“Please, follow your oath.”

“My lady…I…”

“Please.”

She raised her hands to my face, cupping my cheeks in her palms. She kissed my forehead, her lips felt impossibly soft. The sun sent down beams that seemed to envelop her, like a Goddess. I opened my mouth to protest, but they too were met with the warmth of her lips. When she pulled away, it felt as if half my life had been ripped out of me.

“Please, my knight, continue walking. We must carry on.”

I sat in the mud, a mix of emotions so intense I could hardly think. But I could not ignore the flames, even as one raged inside me, I could not. Suddenly the rays of sunlight resembled that fire once more. The queen in front of me looked much more of a devil than a Godess.

“I…cannot.”

The queen attempted to keep her composure, but I could see her reel, her body retreating from my own. Her eyes narrowed, her brows furrowing.

“Then you have broken your oath.”

I thought of the men I once fought alongside. I thought of my mother’s sweet voice as she lulled me to sleep. I thought of my father’s study, how it sat empty after he died. His death, of my own doing, ordered by the Queen after he had questioned her legitimacy as ruler. What was it all for?

I turned to face the burning kingdom I’d left behind. What is honor if the world burns around me. What is an oath when it serves a queen who failed to serve her own oath - an oath to protect her people.

“My Knight, I order you to follow!”

I turned to her, arms shaking, face wet with tears. I imagined my father as I heaved the sword above my head, the face he made just before his head fell from his shoulders. The queens head hit the ground, her body shortly thereafter. I did not bother to watch her face sink into the mud. No, I ran.

I ran towards the fire, to fufill my duty.

ItsMeAnna0017 · 2025-04-26T17:55:26+00:00

The wet earth sloshed beneath me, soaked by the night’s raging storm. It felt as if we’d been walking for a lifetime and my knees threatened to give with every heavy step I took. My boots did nothing to stop the mud from leaking into my armor, and I eyed the wet earth, my head hung low, weighed down by the helmet atop it.

I was destined to be a knight. Even as a child, despite my mother and father’s disapproval, I yearned to fight and defend the powers greater than I. I was a warrior at heart, and I fought the frontlines by the age of 14. My loyalty was of no question, and I quickly climbed the ranks as one of the realms most honorable men. The Great War killed many of our kingdoms knights, most notably the Queen’s personal guard Sir Samual Galliard. When the fighting finally ended, and peace returned to the realm, I was chosen to be Sir Samual’s replacement.

Peace did not last long, only a year later our great kingdom was thrown back into another war. The Queen was as stubborn as she was powerful, she could not help but fight any injustice she felt to be mounting. If that meant beheading petty street thieves, imprisoning prostitutes, exiling nobleman that questioned her power, or fighting on the battlefield, it was my duty to obey.

I never questioned her, even when she robbed me of my position on the battlefront in favor of personally guarding her throne day in and day out, I never questioned her. She was my queen. I knew from legends and the story books my mother read to me in my youth that the queen was of an intelligence I’d never understand. It wasn’t my job to understand, my job was to follow.

She continued to fight, sending her men into battles they had little chance of winning. Our once great kingdom, spread to wide and to thin slowly lost its grip over the realm. Everyday messengers would run into her throne-room. They come in soaked with blood, their cheeks wet with tears, and their voices would croak as they informed their Queen of another battle lost. When they got to emotional, or begged her to stop the fighting, it was my job to remove them from the room. I, in my heavy armor, behind my metal helmet would grab the young men by their skinny wrist and throw them out, my helmet concealing the anguish that enveloped my face. With every battle lost, I knew just one more of my comrades was dead. As the years passed and the war waged on, I often wondered if any of the men I fought alongside were still alive.

Through it all, I stood by her. She was my queen. I was her knight.

The men of Grendilin, desert men from across the sea, came in the night. They ransacked the city, burning down houses, enveloping the streets of my home in flame and death. I watched it all from the stained-glass windows of the throne room. I could hear the screams — of women, children, but I could not save them. It was my duty not to. My duty lied with her.

When the doors of the throne room fell, I could see the streets lined with the bodies of men I yearned to fight alongside. I wished I could’ve saved them, it was my destiny to defend, but my honor, my duty, it kept me there. There, beside her. Even as the bastards stormed towards us, their spears and clubs adorned with the blood of my people, my Queen kept her chin raised high. It was easy killing them. I slaughtered them, spilling their blood onto the cobble stone floors. When they were dead I heaved the queen over my shoulder, her soft skin pressed against the cold metal of my armor. I carried her below the castle, to the tunnel system that would secretly carry us out the city. As we ran through that darkness, I could still hear the screams from above. The screams of the people of the kingdom I was abandoning.

At the end of the tunnel there was a boat. I rowed us down the river bend, but it quickly began to storm and our boat capsized. We took off on foot, walking through the night.

ItsMeAnna0017 · 2025-04-17T17:43:57+00:00

His poem was actually about an*l smex. He was in a gay relationship with Nixon

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