if i was a witch i’d prob screw up all my spells and end up bandaged all the time..and also wear a bunch of puffy comfy clothes and the fur of all the animals i had to kill to make potions. also black sparkles!
OH U SWEET SUMMER CHILD
so remember those sonnets, you know, about one hundred and twenty-six of them, the whole thing about “shall i compare thee to a summer’s day”
written to a hot male earl, dude
in 1640 some asshole named john literally had to change all the pronouns in those 126 sonnets because they were super fuckin queer and he was not comfy with how super fuckin queer they were
also, like, casual elizabethan bisexuality? christopher “they who love not tobacco and boys are fools” marlowe? the venetian “tit bridge”, where prostitutes were commanded by official decree to stand around topless to entice men who were bangin’ too many dudes, because there were so many gay men it was becoming a legitimate social problem?
welcome to the wonderful world of “literally everyone in the past was queer”, friend, enjoy your stay
i have a headcanon that whenever firkle is sick or physically/mentally unwell he and pete play the marco polo game
like if he’s ok he’ll answer with ‘polo’ and if he’s not he’ll answer ‘try again’