deadsexy:
“My word Such language!“
“On account that I don’t actually believe I’d say a solid three. Seeing as you’re standing on my door mat.”
Yahweh stares the man down, draws in a breath through his nose, and raises his fist to smash through the window next to him.
“I am so much more medamned valid than that.” By the time his hand is back by his side, the glass pane is whole again. “I am so valid! I invented valid. You don’t even understand valid.”
“Now try. Again.”












