- Location
- Somewhere, Maybe
I have one word for you all:
CORGIS.
CORGIS.
She's going to drive them to a point where drinking no longer helps the headache, at that point their only option will be to, at the very least, set their differences and post marital disputes aside so she won't have any wacky hijinx to get into, get board, and leave.Probably. More importantly, she's probably going to get Salem off her own genocide kick and doing something more productive. She may even get her and Ozma back together again. Completely by accident, of course.
"They are too small and fast! I can't hit them!"
Y'all aren't using Taylor's mindset here."They are too small and fast! I can't hit them!"
"Oh Brothers! They are like piranhas!"
And the side they are three feet from changes every few seconds. While the image of them does not move.Y'all aren't using Taylor's mindset here.
Armoured Vorpal-toothed Displacer Corgis.
Fast, nimble, decapitates on a solid bite and always three feet to one side of where you think you see them.
Y'all aren't using Taylor's mindset here.
Armoured Vorpal-toothed Displacer Corgis.
Fast, nimble, decapitates on a solid bite and always three feet to one side of where you think you see them.
They're
Pleased
worstas Chief Director of the PRT she had seen more than most, but she knew to keep herself grounded and expect the worse.
happeningthe place to go for costumes and stuff. I guess that won't be happened.
worstwait until we've actually talked to her before jumping to the worse conclusions.
cute
takeNow, if someone could taje care of the Merchants that'd be awesome.
[snip]
I don't know if you're too high to fear the new Queen of the bay
Thanks
OK, this isn't a typo - I just wanted to mention that it seemed strange to me that Taylor made sure she wan't part of the Protectorate, but then stays home for a week because they told her to. It took me a while to realize it is part of her plan to seem reasonable while maintaining some independence.
haveHello, Queen Administrator. I had something of a proposition for you.
Skidmark"No. Bad fuck. My cunt shit!" Skirmark screamed as he rushed towards Leviathan
thrownthey all got to see the man be throw hard enough that he disappeared
ata = at theher gaze followed one of the columns lining the room to stare up ata ceiling
guileless
I really like the image this evokes, but I think it was supposed to be: worldsWith thundering clicks, words tore past until, finally, they slowed to a stop with a thud.
uninstalla bunch of useless apps he had been meaning to uninstal for the last year
one = ofThe surround sound one the cheering was so good that Greg almost felt as if he was there.
Dear leaping monkeys I reread this and cracked a rib laughing.
There's no rules against it
In fact there is a rule against complaining about necromancy.
Stop being disruptive and breaking the rules.
Know of any good ones?Well, I for one am very pleased with this bout of dark sorcery. Endbringer fics are far too rare to pass this up.
one of the stranger Sisyphean tasks I have heard of....You know, a story with that premise could be pretty hillarious. They're an ensemble cast of Nigerian Princes who labor under an ancient curse that can only be alleviated if they surrender all their worldly goods (or something like that), but they just CAN'T give them away faster than they keep earning more money, and nobody believes they're not scammers. So they engage in increasingly wacky plots to spend, lose, give away, or otherwise divest themselves of money, and each time they turn around to find more has piled up.
there's the friend bringer one's where the EB's are miniterized. one where taylor has the full sized ones and its played straight
one where taylor has the full sized ones and its played straight
With Friends Like These is the mini friendbringers one and Who Needs Enemies? is the one where they're full sized. Or at least, those are two related fics fitting your description.....err, I'm having troubles finding links. sorry. I know their here and on SB tho.