I Just Read Ava’s Demon And Colorless. I Try To Keep The Cursing To A Minimum On My Blog To Keep The

One of the best ones is ‘Dogman in Barn.’

This was the drawing I made on night started the whole story

HEYYYY guess what!!

today (may 17, 2019) is the fifteenth wedding anniversary of the first samesex couple to be legally married in the united states!!!!

a very happy anniversary to marcia kadish and tanya mccloskey❤️🏳️‍🌈

i wanna use this for something but idk what

I feel like I should make a separate blog for my art stuff. I probably will

One fell, and the other rose. They were both going to be in the same place. The angel saw a plane fly past, and the demon felt herself fly out of a lake. They both hit the ground at the same time. The angel stood, and the demon landed on her feet. —————————————

I had an idea for a story, here’s the rough draft

The angel fell. She stared up at Heaven and wept. She wept, and saw her tears streaming out above her. She reached out a hand toward the sky, but there was nothing she could do. All the angel could do was stare and weep. She felt something then. She felt the feathers being stripped from her wings. But she did not cry out. She felt her halo shatter into a hundred thousand pieces she felt those pieces sting her eyes and her back and her legs and her everything. But still, she did not cry out. She whispered something. She whispered “Why? What have I done that is so wrong that I have been cast out of Heaven?” The angel felt her wings begin to change and become leathery. She said no. She felt horns begin to push out from her skull and she said no. The angel felt something fade away from the hundred thousand pieces of her halo. It was replaced with something new and gray. She felt her wings break, and she did cry out, for she did not know what it meant. The angel’s wings healed into something new and gray. She felt the feathers grow back, new and gray, just like the rest of her. The angel felt the pieces of her halo pull themselves out of wherever they were and form anew. She no longer wept, for she had changed. She was stronger now. She smiled. The demon rose. She stared down at Hell and raged. She raged, and saw her tears streaming down into the abyss. She scrabbled for something to pull her toward the depths, but there was nothing she could do. All the demon could do was stare and rage. She felt something then. She felt the skin being stripped from her wings. But she did not cry out. She felt her horns shatter into a hundred thousand pieces she felt those pieces sting her eyes and her back and her legs and her everything. But still, she did not cry out. She screamed something. She screamed “Why? What have I done that is so wrong that not even Hell itself will have me?” The demon felt her wings begin to tear from her back. She said no. She felt her red eyes begin to fade into blindness and she said no. The demon felt something fade away from the hundred thousand pieces of her horns. It was replaced with something new and gray. She felt her wings snap at the joints, and she did cry out, for she did not know what it meant. The demon’s wings healed into something new and gray. She felt feathers grow, new and gray, just like the rest of her. The demon felt the pieces of her horns pull themselves out of wherever they were and form anew. She no longer wept, for she had changed. She was stronger now. She smiled.

I see the joke a lot, but every time I do, I’m just like “Same!”

i didn’t come out of the closet i kind of came out of the kitchen cabinet like all the other pans

Don’t mind me, just looking up how to tell if I’m trans on wikihow

I’ve just realized that I don’t put any tags on any of my posts. Better stop being stupid!