#also sort of?

[raccoonclty]

ask me abt my hypothetical post blood and chaos series where strife apprentices under kirindave

[ishipgenfics]

The Day I Met God

I met God at a little coffee shop one evening in Ohio.

It was a chilly night, and I had a light sweater wrapped around my shoulder. My shoes click-clacked onto the pavement as I walked. A few people passed me, but not many. It was late. Later than people go to coffee shops.

I opened the door to find warmth, and light, and the sickly sweet smell of pastries in the air. And a woman sat at a table, and I knew who She was.

I sat at the table. She took a sip of her coffee. "Hello, God."

She sighed. "Hello."

I said nothing. I did not know what to say. The air felt fresher now than it had been when I walked in, like the smell of soil after rain. What was the word for that again?

"Petrichor," God said. Her voice was hard to place, and her face was too.

"You can read my mind?"

"No."

She did not explain.

"So," God said to me. "Do you have any questions?"

"No," I replied. "Not really. Or well, no, that's a lie. I have a lot of questions. But I don't think you could give me answers I'd like to any of them."

"I'm God," she replied. She looked confused.

"And?" I said. I got up and began to pace back and forth. No one else in the coffee shop even glanced my way. "Look. Terrible things have happened, alright? Terrible, terrible things. Things no excuse could ever make up for. Unless you are much less powerful than I've been lead to believe, you have let so many people die. You have let your chosen people die, and those that were not chosen. You've had a chosen people, which is kind of creepy. You've let people hurt each other, you've let entire groups be discriminated against for this they cannot control, just for existing. You have let the world burn in the name of free will. Free will isn't worth this!"

You take a deep breath. "You named us Israel. The people who wrestle with God. Well I've done my fair share, and I'm tired of it. There are no answers that can give me that would satisfy me, so what's the point of asking?"

"So?" God said. She looked resigned. "What do you want to do?"

I turned my head slightly to face her head-on. "I'm gonna get a hot chocolate. You want any?"

[saddest-girl-in-the-whole-world]

I will NEVER not fuck with women using a traditionally masculine title. Tell me more about that girl that's also a prince.

[jackalspine]

@schnuffel-danny hehehe

regarding this post: from schnuffle

[obsob]

i am a being capable of immeasurable love and whimsy

[artsymeeshee]

Thinking about the idea I had a LONG time ago about Mabel sending motivational and complimenting stickers for the boys and Ford saving a “write your own message” one just for Stan and had to draw it.

[lazylittledragon]

some beach babes i started while i was on holiday <3

[officialspec]

what are we, some kind of league of legends?

[anistarrose]

the under-praised backbone of any fandom:

fan wiki editors

fan wiki editors who move the wiki off of fandom.com and to an independent host, especially

transcript writers

image description writers

fic rec list curators

translators

everyone who archives an ephemeral ARG or website-based lore dump

everyone who archives and preserves related media in general, for that matter

[mausolealdrift]

its baffling seeing people on here being all shocked about how other ppl didnt have sex or do drugs or drink or go to parties etc etc in high schools like. sorry i was too busy getting bullied to do all of that stuff i guess. why are you surprised that there’s losers on the cringe loser website

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

Y'all what if I told you I ship Pyramid Steve with Stan like fr now

[professorcalculusstanaccount]

I remember discussing Tintin casting choices with a friend from Germany and remarked how it was odd he often has an English accent in adaptations rather than a Belgian one, and my friend just replied "that's because Tintin gives incredibly strong English boy energy (derogatory)"

Here in the UK there's a lot of weird classism tied into accents. Today accent diversity and representation in broadcasting is actively pursued but in Tintin's time there certainly was a preferred accent to have.

imagine this exchange happens between pages 28-29 in The Crab with the Golden Claws

[sinkfood]

did you know there aren't any god-like powers of indigestion

[nibbelraz]

OG Shang Qinghua loves his brother even if he says nonsense most of the time