Ashe: she doesn’t deserve it, but probably needs it. cover your neck though
Markus: sure, go ahead! but fair warning, he WILL befriend you even if you break his nose
Kyr: DON’T!! DON’T FIGHT KYR!!!!! HE’S A SWEET POTATO and it might, also, accidentally set off an explosion. it’s safer for everyone to just hurt his feelings instead
Thog:
don’t bring fists to a gun fight. should it be a fist fight, don’t bring shirts
Inien: please fight inien. beware of grease spells.
Colvin: you cannot fight him with your fists. fight him with your truth
Horaven: you’re either going to die or you’re going to apologize, so maybe don’t fight him
Moren: he just want’s to live in peace and sell his artefacts, leave him alone dude!!
Xin: IGNORE CONSEQUENCES, FIGHT XIN. PLEASE JUST FRICKIN PUNCH XIN
Zalvetta: punch zalvetta in the face and dunk him in a ditch, but try not to get murdered in the process
Dao: sounds like an unhealthy way of expressing your anger man
Zeke: don’t fight zeke. fight the motherfucking bowel ripper
Kyrlos: CHALLENGE HIM TO A DEATH MATCH AND KICK HIS CROSSBOW
Narn: fight narn, but be creative about it??
Ballast McGee: eradicate him from this earth pls
Firi: challenge her to a haiku battle. you will win. avoid onhorian armwrestling.
Cha’roth: only fight if in shrimp mode. otherwise no touchy the baby
Dont: don’t
Rat: deserves to be fought, but for the safety of your body and soul it is not recommended
I think it’s really important to recognize that romantic love is not better than other types of love!! My love for pasta, for example, is very strong and pure
Far too often their covers are a picture of the bad movie adaption, their backs break, the corners bend. They get worn fast and don’t look as good on the shelves as their hardcover brethren. But this is part of their journey. The thing about paperbacks, you see, their entire point, is that they’re small enough to bring ANYWHERE. These are the books you’ll read on the bus, on the train, on the plane trip across half the earth. These are the books you’ll read under the desk at school, by the pool, while waiting in a queue, in half-sleep delirium three o’clock in the morning. You can put it in your bag, in your kangaroo sweater pocket, or just carry it around giving it a constant hug of protection.
When you begin reading a brand new paperback, you are terrified of what will happen to it. You caress the shining cover picture, stroke its back like a monster book of monsters, shuffle through the unread pages and take in the smell. Maybe you won’t read it yet, when it’s still shiny and perfect… but you do. And after a few pages of careful non-breaking of the back, you get so immerged in the story you forget. You forget you are holding a book while you look for your favourite character in a crowd of letters, or while you try not to drown along with the protagonist. And you’ll bring this book everywhere, and every time you summon the precious square of realitywarping goodness, chances are it will get a dent on the way. And every day the book changes. And then you read the last page, close the book, and put it away, eyeing its cracks of imperfection. The next book in the series is still new, shiny and glorious.
And you open your new friend, taking it with you on your next journey.