Doesn’t look little at all, mate!

I’m trying not to give any spoilers, but if you want a fantasy series where everybody being equals is an underlying premise of the story, try the witchfire series by james clemens (which I think is a pen name, if I remember correctly; the guy wrote sci-fi and didn’t want to be associated with fantasy).

I like those versions though, because they’ve given us some real bangers. There’s one I was reading where the angel who was supposed to hit the soon-to-be hero with a truck starts getting truck-blocked by a character from the fantasy world because he’s tired of the no-effort heroes coming through and beating the crap out of him because he’s the worf.

People are born this way in the Harry Potter universe and nobody ever changes.

With the caveat that anybody ‘good’ who is doing evil is just under such horrible circumstances! (pearl clutching shrieking) They aren’t bad, they just have horrible backstories. Poor snapeypoo was being bullied for half muggleness, and the girl he loved was so mean to him!

I think the premise just makes people happy. The books that follow that premise get picked up faster and are more popularized. There has always been trash in young adult/teen fiction, and you have to dig for the good books.

As a recommendation, the novels aimed at kids by Brandon Sanderson are generally excellent. The superhero series even has a kid who, through use of training and his wits, takes on people with superpowers. The sci-fi novels have a touch more of ‘special because of who I am,’ but it’s not a big thing, just a pain point for the protagonist.

I slept-watched through the last two movies. Was there any logical (in the world of the movie, that is) explanation behind the granddaughter thing, or just a forced shift that had nothing to do with previous plotlines?

Wings are probably clipped, so it can halfway power itself up to roof, but now can’t really fly elsewhere. It probably could get down to the ground or to a nearby tree, but think of it in the same manner as a cat. Technically the cat could get down from the tree, but it would have to act in a manner inconsistent with its entire past life (climbing backwards so the claws get grip). So, technically the parrot could get down, but it hasn’t ever been able to fly, so the action (flapping while on a downwards course) needed to get down just doesn’t seem an option to it. I would bet it’s the same feeling a person gets if they can climb/hike to a high point on a cliff, but then can’t jump down from it to the water.

The thing that armies put more money than you’d ever imagine into is footwear. The U.S. spent ungodly amounts on testing various barefoot running stuff when the ‘better than shoed’ claims were getting popular.

There’s LORE??!?

Wait, what’s this about ballet classes? I know their feet usually are injured, but is there more than that?

If this is wrong, I don’t want to be right. I want to start quoting Dirty Harry, maybe mix it up with something about a six pump chump and have I pumped four, or have I pumped five, and have whoever I’m with finish with some cartoonish hostage taking before dramatically dying as the penis gets fully engulfed.

I mean, if you really want it…

Only if you ask me to.

It’s usually ‘polyglot’ though, right?

We constantly get accused of taking two lovers, thus lowering the amount available for others, despite the incredible challenge of just trying to keep one around when they think you want to cheat on them with someone of the opposite sex.

I have no idea where I’m at, because the difference between a 9 and a 7, or a 4 and a 7, doesn’t really get into my mind much. I think some of my kinks would get me banned from places, but they’re mostly fantasy. They would never happen in real life. So does that make me a 10, or am I only a 5 because I set hard limits and know I don’t want those things, only to imagine them?

…now, that being said, if there was some way to experience something and recover (so no permanent injuries, physical OR mental), I’d try just about everything. I know I wouldn’t like everything, but I’d try it just to say I had.

Anyway, peg me about a 7. Between the occasional furry fling (and all the craziness drawn art can get up to, whoah), deepthroating 13" dildos, and my libido, I’d say I’m pretty perverted.