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Own destruction.🤣
Own destruction.🤣
Character…
Lyra Belacqua/Silvertongue outsmarted polar bears, sharp wit,
Bold, loyal and brilliant. She literally crossed worlds, and entered the land of the dead to fulfill a promise.
She is my favourite.
Character…
Lyra Belacqua/Silvertongue outsmarted polar bears, sharp wit,
Bold, loyal and brilliant. She literally crossed worlds, and entered the land of the dead to fulfill a promise.
She is my favourite.
If I wore it to work on Christmas jumper day. Is there an incentive for me not to do it?
If I wore it to work on Christmas jumper day. Is there an incentive for me not to do it?
Yes. And you’d both be dead.
Nobody loves Crowley like Aziraphale does.
Yes. And you’d both be dead.
Nobody loves Crowley like Aziraphale does.
“Who’s that mama?”
“Donald trump baby. He’s a wicked man”
“Ohh. When did he die?”
🤣🤣🤣
“Who’s that mama?”
“Donald trump baby. He’s a wicked man”
“Ohh. When did he die?”
🤣🤣🤣
Brain: have you done your bibliography?
Me: awww fuck
Brain: have you done your bibliography?
Me: awww fuck
Me: no
C: only I do have, well, had plans
Me: uhu
C: with an Angel I know.
Me: yup, if you could just…🤫
C: did u shush me?
Me: yeah, I summoned you to body double, not talk
C: ohh fuck th…zzzurk
Me: yeah, summoning circle will zap you. 1500 words then u can go Kay?
C: 👍
Me: no
C: only I do have, well, had plans
Me: uhu
C: with an Angel I know.
Me: yup, if you could just…🤫
C: did u shush me?
Me: yeah, I summoned you to body double, not talk
C: ohh fuck th…zzzurk
Me: yeah, summoning circle will zap you. 1500 words then u can go Kay?
C: 👍
Story ideas come at the worst, most inappropriate times.
Me:Holy shit that is an amazing question brain.Would a tiny man made of marzipane spaff butter cream, or royal icing?
Brain: you’re welcome. Write it down, don’t forget.
HSB: for god sake we are at a christening!
Story ideas come at the worst, most inappropriate times.
Me:Holy shit that is an amazing question brain.Would a tiny man made of marzipane spaff butter cream, or royal icing?
Brain: you’re welcome. Write it down, don’t forget.
HSB: for god sake we are at a christening!
Me: cool, why, you going to bed?
Midi: no, I need a number 4.
Me: cool, cool, on you go…wait a minute…what’s a number 4, and Why are they laughing?
Hobbles up the stairs two at a time.
Me: cool, why, you going to bed?
Midi: no, I need a number 4.
Me: cool, cool, on you go…wait a minute…what’s a number 4, and Why are they laughing?
Hobbles up the stairs two at a time.