Using Livejournal after the whole Ukraine attack and Russia thing is skeeeevy.

So I, as the wise one, announce that we'll move our merry arses to DW forever.

Been almost ten years since this unexpected comment. Didn't know what to do at the time, except look at it. Keep it close ( Read more... )

I was perusing the journal, as I am sometimes want to do, marvelling at the various times when we speak often, and the times we speak rarely, as well as the people who have come and gone in such a short amount of time.

When I happened upon this post, which I do not even believe Fear planned to be such a discussion, and I recalled that my day is ( Read more... )

When think of how much wanted to be like the rest of you... For so many eons.

Now am bitter and broken like you.

Hate it.

"Perhaps you could do a small favour for me," Death had asked him, and Pestilence knew there wasn't going to be any chance of refusal. Not from him, not when Death asked for something. Besides the fact that Death rarely asked anything of him, the favour was something Pestilence had been meaning to do himself. And so, leaving the girls with the ( Read more... )

Dude. Sexie's fetish has the stupidest name.

Little halfbreed demons are all trouble.

This day is always so lovely, hm?

My 'nesis!

Dudes. Pringles with peanut butter.