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Shadolin and the chasms from the stormlight archive because I still haven't gotten over it. Tagging anyone who wants to join

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free my girl she did all that shit but the fandom is mischaracterizing her for it

do you think it'll all be okay?

I don't know. I hope so.

I honestly do just presume everyone in the world has watched naruto I just can't comprehend a person that hasn't witnessed rock Lee take off his training weights or seen naruto sit sadly on a swing 50 times so when I see someone say they've never seen naruto I just don't believe them they have definitely watched naruto it is a universal life step

ok question tho

ive actually fucking tried to google this but i cant find an answer, all i get are fics

where does the whole “five times _____ and one time ____” fic title thing come from??

is it a reference to something? or is it just a fanfiction thing?

At the gate for my flight home from visiting friends and there's a woman here with a service Shiba Inu. No pics because he has a Do Not Disturb vest and taking pics of strangers is illegal but I need to stress how ON DUTY this animal is. Ears up. Eyes doing Lazer scans of everything. Examining everyone who passes within 10ft like a security guard. Ass planted on her feet. I have never seen a dog with such intense chivalric guardian energy before. He has tiny eyebrows and they are FURROWED with concentration.

All of these are in character tbh so I'm not sure, but I'm guessing the third? And you may send me regular updates about your current state but even I don't know which songs you have stuck in your head

🤔

damn I gotta think of another set now :D

also I send you like REGULAR updates about my current state how the fuck am I supposed to lie-anyways.

two truths, one lie.

I finally, LABORIOUSLY, (is that a word idk if its a word im making it a word) figured out majority of the scenes for the amv

my head has been playing a weird mashup of the new Aot opening, We Don't Talk About Bruno and that one "I am in misery-i save d*ck by giving it cpr" audio on repeat.

I have a sudden urge to buy more pretty rings since I woke up today

a tiny smol fic

Smite me, Crowley thinks one day, about three or four days into the Beginning of the World. You cast me out, why not just finish it off? 

He feels rather daring about it, especially when God doesn’t answer. Puts a bit of a swagger in his slither, or so he tries to tell himself. 

If he’s being honest with himself (which he hardly ever is), it’s not the the daring of standing up to someone, but the daring of standing at the edge of a cliff with a backpack that may or may not contain a parachute and opening your mouth to invite a person who may or may not be standing behind you to give you a good hard shove. It is exhilarating. It is terrifying.

It quickly goes downhill from there.

It becomes a silent litany over the next few days. He tries to provoke Her, mostly by thinking a lot of annoying questions as loudly as he can, because that worked the first time. It doesn’t work now. He might as well be alone with his thoughts. He tries new things – he dunks ducks underwater, he convinces one particularly nimble mosquito to buzz right around Adam’s left ear for four hours straight, he uproots plants here and there. Smite me, he thinks. I’m meddling. I’m putting my sticky fingers all over this lovely thing you made. Smite me.

Smite me. I’ll make them touch that thing you said not to touch. I’ll do it. Don’t think I won’t, because I will. And he does, to boot. Adam and Eve eat the apple, and he turns his back for two seconds and they get kicked out. He’s furious – God is apparently paying attention, just not to him. He’s going to have to escalate things, and he looks around for something that might be more precious to Her than a bloody tree.

Smite me, he taunts. Smite me down. Look how evil I am, oooooh, I’m talking to this angel on the wall, I might tempt him if you’re not careful, God. COME ON, YOU COWARD, DO IT. 

He doesn’t hear Her reply. He hasn’t heard any of Her replies, and in any case he’s very busy talking to the angel about that flaming sword, but nevertheless She answers: Smiting, is it? Well, if you insist.

The angel mumbles, almost too quiet to hear, “I gave it away,” and Crowley is… poleaxed. Utterly poleaxed, and more than a little impressed, and so delighted that he entirely forgets his other, silent conversation. 

“You what?” 

“I gave it away!” cries the angel.

There, God says, infinitely satisfied with Herself: There. You’re smitten.

(edit: ok i put it on AO3)