Maybe Phil Is A Good Dad, And He Just Raised Them To Be Terrorists

Maybe Phil is a good dad, and he just raised them to be terrorists

I think I like the Soot Man he’s p cool

You know I don't think I ever had a comfort artist before until just a few hours ago. I was having a rough time and the only thing I wanted to listen to was Wilbur's trilogy of internet songs. So thanks dude, keep doing what you do.

The First Voice

Come get yer Techno hearing voices origin brain rot!

He remembered the first time he killed a skeleton. He had been out in the woods on a supply run. He needed food and such. He had practice with a sword, but did his best to avoid fighting/ He wasn’t at skilled as he would one day become.

The rattle of the bones echoed in his head days after. Months. Years. He had gone on to kill spiders, zombies, creepers, and many many more mobs. He could always here their sounds and voices when he was done. When he was alone or it was quiet. He thought nothing of it.

Maybe he should have.

He had been on his own for a long time. People didn’t take to kindly to him. They thought he was another mob. Another monster for them to kill. So being chased by a group of hunters in the middle of the night was not the best situation. 

He had been running for awhile. The forest was large and he knew it well. Jumping up as high as he could he grabbed one of the lower branches and pulled himself up. He needed a clear view of them all, fast.

Deciding it would be better to take a higher route and shoot them down with arrows. He wasn’t the best shot, but he wasn’t going to die here. Not this time.

The men were at the base of the tree now. They were all yelling and shouting at him. One of them had a bow of their own, so he decided it would be best to shoot him down first. Deep breath in, focus.

Head shot.

The men were still yelling, he could swear for a second he could here one of them more clearly. Opting to blame it on the stressful situation and heightened senses he didn’t really think to much of it. He just needed to get rid of these last two. 

Five shots later and two dead bodies he was safe. But he could still hear them shouting. He could hear them telling him to go kill others. Suggesting things. Laughing. Whispering about their own lives. Telling him things they believed in. That he should believe in. 

Claiming their deaths were blood for the Blood God.

I’m so proud of all of you. Welcome to the Beginning. It was never the end.

- Schuyler Sisters is so beautiful

-Daveed Diggs bouncing around the stage at the end of What Did I Miss?

#Hamilton Thoughts:

-Daveed Diggs obviously had the time of his fucking life.

-the floor spins?!

-that is NOT a 9 year old

-king George slowing losing it over the course of the show is 👌

-the ensemble deserves a raise

-"he dresses like fake royalty"....uhh bold statement coming from the dude in a velvet suit.

-ugly crying at 7AM was not what I planned for today

So I read one of Neil Gaimen’s post with a list of songs from Velvet Underground that were Crowley’s favourit songs from them. (Black Angel’s Death Song, I’ll Be Your Mirror, and Pale Blue Eyes). Now I have never listend to this band. So I look them up and?? it so much?? softer than what I expected?? I was expecting some level of rock??? There such soft tunes, just makes me love Crowley more