The glamorous and intellectual life in the ivory tower where our dinner party conversation consists of a deep dive into comparative whiteboard quality and projector screen positioning in classrooms across campus.
Oh, look at this cute little three bedroom house! It has a garage, and a walk out basement and…what?
What IS that? Why is it in this quaint, prototypical suburban house???
That’s Bob. He’s not precisely “good” but acts as a guardian in much the same way blucifer does- so long as he has a place in the house, nothing worse than him can enter.
The giant demon horse statue that protects the state of Colorado. He lives near the airport, killed his creator, and yes his eyes actually glow. He’s 32 feet tall.
What, and I hope you realize this is me saying this, the actual fuck.
If I could go back in time and stop myself from consuming just (1) piece of media I’d stop myself from watching that first episode of Sherlock because it’s been an entire decade since it’s aired and yet every single time I try to plug my phone charger in and miss my brain is still just like, “Sorry mom and dad, but according to BenDetect CumberSleuth I’m apparently an alcoholic.”
Every time I take off my wedding band, I think that this would mean Sherlock would assume I’m cheating and not that I can’t sleep in rings.
Fauxlock knows you, you adulterous alcoholics with your removable rings and scratched phones.
i’m [26NB] having some serious problems with my new cleaning lady [17 but cursed to be 90, F]. first off, i didn’t hire a new cleaning lady, she just showed up one day and broke into my house. second of all she’s terrorising my assistant [15M] and my fire demon [semi-immortal, age unknowable, NB], as well as the small colony of friendly spiders i keep in my home. I have a lot of other stuff going on right now (king won’t get off my back, school mate possibly kidnapped, ex wants me dead, am also cursed, etc.), and I hate confrontation so tbh it’s hard to talk it out. Also despite the age gap i think i’m falling in love w her. How do i get her to stop cutting up my suits and throwing weedkiller on everything?