I know we don't know if all of the Deadly Sins are fallen angels or not, but I just had to make this meme with Ozzie. ;) I mean, look at that face. ^_^<3<3<3
Clearly I made this before "Western Energy" and forgot about it. :/ Feel free to just imagine "Western Energy" in place of "The Circus." ;)
Yeah, totally out of character for the Prince of Greed to be obsessed with money. ;) XD
A right angle is an angle in geometry that measures 90˚. We cannot imagine our lives without right angles. A right angle is present everywhere. The top of your table and the legs are joined together at right angles.
happy birthday!!!!!!!!!!!! may u find excellent smut and good worldbuilding! may ur little and big dreams come true. may ur day be wonderful as you are
YESSSSSS goddamn those are the good wishes i'm feeling blessed!!!! gonna edit & hopefully finish the epic journeys fic by tomorrow, and then i wanna porn. the. fuck. out.
Kris!?!? WAS THAT A [BIG SHOT] JUST NOW!? WOW!!! I'M SO [Proud] OF YOU, I COULD [Killed] YOU! | this took so long oh em gee excuse the bad quality idk why its so blurry 😭
After he stirs the flavor packet in, Andrew shoves Kevin’s long legs into the floor so he can sit down to eat.
“Hi, Andrew,” Kevin says, barely glancing at him. Andrew grunts in reply and looks over at the TV screen, where Nicky is absolutely obliterating Aaron. He should be laughing at Aaron’s pisspoor gaming and trying to get a reaction out of him by now. But his entire belief system was just ripped out from under him, so Andrew just sits quietly and stirs at his food.
These last couple months he thought he was essentially talking to himself. But Neil is real. Andrew’s got proof and everything! A feather from an angel’s wing, right under his pillow! That’s kind of creepy of him, isn’t it? Definitely.
Well. Oopsie. It’s Andrew’s very first time encountering the supernatural, Neil will have to excuse him. Speaking of Neil… Andrew’s got to get back up there. He’s got to… Well, he’s not sure what to do now. He’s got a couple ideas. But kissing an angel silly might just be against the rules.
Then again, it might not be. So Andrew scarfs down his noodles without tasting them at all, then rushes back up to the roof. Predictably, Neil isn’t there.
“Neil?” Andrew says. Then again. But the angel doesn’t make an appearance. His words from earlier ring in Andrew’s mind, ‘You have other things to do. I want you to take care of yourself. See you tomorrow.’
Andrew chews on his lip then goes back inside without lighting a cigarette. He finishes the assignments he’d let pile up in the last couple weeks then takes a shower and goes to bed at a decent time. And for the first time in what feels like years, he falls asleep quickly.