this-too-too-sullied-flesh:

fic I’m reading: *the otp, on an unwilling adventure together, arrive at an inn*

me: please let there only be one room available please let there only be one room available

fic: “I’m afraid there’s only one room available”

me: please let it have only one bed please let it have only one bed

fic: there is only one bed

me: 😭😭😭😭😭👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃

update: there is actual bedsharing and I am on fire, why am I like this, why do I want to die every time I read the same fucking trope over and over and over and over

‘Yet many things are transient but pleasurable,’ said the Queen, moving rather too close.  "What is it YOU want, Rincewind?’

Rincewind shuddered.  There was no way he could lie.

‘Potatoes,’ he said.

Terry Pratchett, Ian Stewart, and Jack Cohen, “The Science of Discworld II: The Globe”