Of The Demons That Here Dream

Qifrey slips on a banana peel and lands on all fours, back arched, ass in the air, hair perfect, robe falling off but in a sultry way

a piano falls on qifrey's head and you think he's a goner for sure but he just ruffles the debris out of his hair in a sensual way and readjusts his robes that have conveniently torn to show just the right amount of skin

A tornado hits but it just tousles his hair in just the right way and blows his wizard robe dramatically and sensuously while everything else in the vicinity is destroyed

qifrey runs over a cliff without his soarshoes on and he stays suspended in midair for a second and looks down and then gravity kicks in and you look over the edge and see him at the bottom laying on his back with his robes spread out delightfully beneath him and a dazed look in his eyes

i understand words and phrases. my dialogue is natural and in character. i know where the plot is going. my word count is reasonable. i am not scared of my document

writing is 10% storytelling and 90% rearranging three sentences for an hour like you're trying to solve an ancient curse

*torturing you* dude trust me, something really cool happens. you just have to reflect on it for a bit. i'm doing this because i want you to reach your full potential okay?

if you build “community” around hating other people, just know that the second you step out of line—regardless of your moral uprightness or the hypocrisy on their part—you’re the next person they’re going to tear to pieces.

lame as hell and perhaps fuck as well

you're just mad because you're hungry and tired and your legs hurt and you head hurts and you're too hot and you have depression

You can tell a lot about a person by entering their mind palace and encountering their greatest fears and darkest hopes in a labyrinth reflective of their subconscious thoughts.

having a best friend who meets your level of freak is unmatched. you present them with the most unhinged, deeply buried thought from the depths of your psyche and instead of blinking blankly they just go "oh absolutely"—and I think that mutual brain rot like that is the highest form of intimacy actually.

BLESS YOU, YOU  WONDERFUL PERSON

having a best friend who meets your level of freak is unmatched. you present them with the most unhinged, deeply buried thought from the depths of your psyche and instead of blinking blankly they just go "oh absolutely"—and I think that mutual brain rot like that is the highest form of intimacy actually.

im rewatching naruto and i forgot that itachi canonically gives orders to kisame and kisame just goes "okay :) yay :)"