Is He Talking About His Kids Or The Justice League? Probably Both

Going insane over the fact that Dalinar never learnt that Adolin forgave him and died thinking his son still hated him oh my god

I keep finding people reposting this book I made on different social media platforms so I figure I might as well post it here myself so I can get my meaningless tumblr points too

Just to be clear I am NOT sorry. I truly believe that the world needed this

Process vids on IG/TT/YT @ starlitbindery if watching 1 min videos of books getting rebound is your thing

Gintama really is such a platonic show and I mean that as the highest compliment from an aspec person. If you’re looking for actual found family and other wholesome unconventional types of relationships you should know gintama is always there for you

“Kunikida’s a bootlicker. He’s nothing but a boring goody too shoes.”

Kunikida stole a car. Kunikida broke into a meteorological bureau because they got the weather report wrong. Kunikida has been arrested 3 times.

Kunikida gave Junichiro, Atsushi and Kyouka weapons. Kunikida electrocuted Akutagawa and gained his respect. Kunikida’s best friend, Katai is a hacker.

Kunikida hates authority.

Kunikida threatened to break Atsushi’s arm when they met.

The fear people have that Kunikida could’ve become the Azure Messenger if he went too far. Not to mention the Azure Apostle, Nobuko Sasaki was the real life Kunikida’s first wife.

Kunikida set off a bomb and used Tecchou as a shield. Kunikida told Kenji to throw the Black Lizard out the window. Every time someone says Kunikida would be a good solider he immediately proves them wrong.

Goody too shoes my arse.

The pencils breaking into smaller pencils

And why they treating word pencil like a slur. Reblog to scare ai losers away 🤭

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)

Whats that song that goes like “in love with the shape of you”

im quitting tumblr

Royai supremacy.

OH MY GOD ROYAI IS JUST EJFJRBFIRMSKDK

THEY'RE SO IN SYNC AND MORSE CODES AND PERSONAL COMMUNICATION METHODS AND CODED MESSAGES THEY EXPECT THE OTHER TO UNDERSTAND (and they do) AND THEY CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER SO MUCH AND EVEN THE FURHER KNOWS THAT HAWKEYE'S THE MOST EFFECTIVE HOSTAGE AGAINST MUSTANG AND I JUST-

my heart😭😭

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