So I think the question for this year is: how can people be so stupid?
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So I think the question for this year is: how can people be so stupid?
I couldn’t agree more.
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Stuck In a Blizzard
(Bucky x Reader)
Word Count: 2.6k
Summary: Bucky and reader get stuck in a blizzard on the way back from the mission. Reader tries to save face by not letting on how cold they are which ends in comforting fluff and a doting Bucky.
A/N: This is pure self-indulgent fluff. I have a midterm tomorrow, and of course I procrastinated by polishing this one-shot. Also it has already started snowing where I live. As always, the reader is kept as non-descript as possible. Literally corn-ball central, it’s just to make you feel all warm and cozy inside.
It was so cold.
Not cold in the cute ‘curl up with a book and drink cocoa’ way.
It was below freezing, fight for survival, limbs numb, exhausted cold. Even worse than that, we hadn’t been prepared for it. The mission had gone fine, but the weather had taken a nasty turn so that there was no way of flying back. We had barely made it to the safe house and when we got out of the jet, it was blizzarding so much that we couldn’t see.
As we rushed in and slammed the door shut, the flakes didn’t even melt on the doormat.
I stomped my feet, trying to get some feeling back into them. It didn’t do anything. I shivered in my less-than-ideal jacket, and dropped my bag. “Is there a heater?”
Me: *sees video of cute animal*
Me: Free serotonin
Can someone tell me how dorms work at t regular college? My college is so Christian they didn't even allow boys/girls to live in the same building or visit their respective rooms.
These lyrics hit different now:
“'Cause your heart has a lack of colour and we should've known That we'd grow up sooner or later 'Cause we wasted all our free time alone.”
-Rainbow Veins, Owl City
All the ads have gone from ‘in these trying times’ to ‘in this new normal’.
A little game I like to play with myself is thinking my professors are forking with me on how much reading they assign, and then realizing they are serious.
The Tempting
Summary: Crowley and Aziraphale are key players when Jesus is tempted in desert. This is based off the story in the Bible where Jesus fasts in the desert, and a devil tries to tempt him to eat etc.
A/N: I may got to Hell for this, but then again I could get into Heaven. If you’re Christian and you somehow get offended by this, I am also Christian. I’m not trying to insult anyone by putting Jesus in fanfiction, I just happen to think this is the way he would act in this situation. God loves everyone ya’ll. Be nice to each-other.
“Well, you’ve haven’t eaten in a while.”
The man looked around to see the source of the voice. It was Crowley. They knew each other from a long time ago. It was long before the fall.
The man looked from Crowley, and then scanned the surrounding desert, there was no one else in sight and it occurred to him that this wasn’t a normal traveler
Crowley sat down on the rock next to him, “But then again, if you really wanted to eat, you could turn any of this stuff around here into food.” He gestured at the various shrubs and stones.
“I suppose I could if I wanted to, but I just use my Fathers power, so I don’t have to eat,” he smiled at the demon.
Crowley smiled back, “But you are mortal, JC, aren’t you tempted.”
Jesus shrugged, “I suppose since you are tempting me it counts as ‘being tempted’, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to do it.”
Crowley looked mildly impressed, although it was hard to tell with his sunglasses, “Well that’s what they sent me up here to do so we might as well get this over with,” He sighed and snapped his fingers.
Both of them stood atop a tall building looking out over one of the cities of the world.
Jesus looked at him curiously, and stepped back from the ledge, “What do you want me to do this time?”
The demon looked over the edge to the ground and quickly stepped back, “I don’t like heights, I’ve always had a fear of falling.” He turned towards Jesus, “But I bet if you decided to jump some angels would just catch you, or miracle you into flying, or something.”
“Sure, but then again, maybe they wouldn’t.”
“You don’t think God would do that for you?”
He chuckled, “My death is already planned, I don’t think anything could kill me till then. Besides, I wouldn’t need to fly, I’d probably just survive the fall. I have been known to heal people you know, or I will be known for that I guess. Ever heard of Lazarus?”
Crowley shook his head.
“You will. Anyways, I wouldn’t die.”
“I admire your confidence, I really do.” Crowley snapped his fingers again, and they stood on a mountain.
The world bent around them and they saw castles, and waterfalls, and everything beautiful the world could offer.
Crowley shuddered, “Honestly, I need to stop going up to these heights.” He steeled himself, “Anyways, have you ever seen the world?”
Jesus scoffed at him, “You realize I am the Son of God, right?” By this Jesus meant ‘You realized I helped create this thing, right? Sure, I don’t remember it now, but I’m sure I will eventually.’
“I know, I know, but have you seen the world?” This can be interpreted as ‘You live in a tiny town in the middle of desert, you probably haven’t ever tasted chocolate or anything other than the by-products of goats, dates, and rough grain. You probably haven’t even danced before.’
“I’ve seen what I need to know.”
Crowley shoved his hands into his pockets, and walked in a slow half circle, he felt as if he were finally getting somewhere, “God has very little control over all these places, most of them are influenced by our lot, and these places are beautiful. More beautiful than you could ever imagine.” He stopped walking and turned towards Jesus, “If you go along with Gods plan, and die, you won’t ever get to see these places, if you turn away and come with me I can show you all of them. With your innate power, you could rule all of them, you don’t have to be the Son of God.”
Jesus considered him for a moment, “I am going to live billions of lifetimes in one night before I die. I am going to see and experience every person’s life, the good and the bad, both past, present and future.”
He grimaced and adjusted his glasses, “That sounds painful.”
“Well, yes, it’s a sacrifice to understand everything, but then everyone has a chance at redemption. Even you Crowley,” he gave him a knowing smile.
“JC, are you trying to tempt me?” Crowley nudged him.
He laughed, “Yes.”
“It’s not going to work.”
“It’s not going to work on me either.” They both chuckled, and then it died out into a rather awkward silence. Jesus spoke up, “I really appreciate this preview of the world, but do you think you could take us down from this mountain?”
“Oh, yes, of course.” Crowley snapped his fingers, cleared his through, and looked around at the desert again.
“Crowley?” A voice came from behind them and they turned around, “Crowley is that you?”
Jesus looked between the both of them, and then the new figure dressed in white stopped when he saw their faces.
“Oh, my Lord, I’m so sorry, I—I didn’t realize…” he looked awkwardly up at them with a flickering smile.
Crowley groaned and put his face in his palm.
Jesus looked mildly amused, “You two know each other?”
“Yes,” Said Aziraphale
“No,” Said Crowley, at the exact same time.
“Well—” started Aziraphale,
“We sort of—” cut in Crowley.
“We’re acquaintances, my Lord, nothing more.”
“Yes, that,” chimed in Crowley, “I don’t even know that his name is—what is your name again?”
Aziraphale looked at him disapprovingly, “Aziraphale, my Lord, I am Aziraphale,” he turned towards Jesus who was watching the exchange with growing enjoyment.
“I know.”
“You do?” Aziraphale’s expression changed from mild annoyance to that of a dog offered literally anything off its masters table.
“Of course, you were at my baptism too,” he looked between the two of them, “But you know, I have a general knowledge of my Fathers children. That includes both sides.”
Aziraphale looked at him in awe and Crowley rolled his eyes.
“I would think you would both be wiser than to lie to the Son of God, but I’ll let it pass. I am forgiving and all.”
Crowley and Aziraphale both looked down at their feet, both a little ashamed.
“Anyways, I guess I’m supposed to command you away Crowley. Thanks for the view of the world and the conversation. Get the hence Satan, and all that.” He gave him a small wave.
Crowley nodded, “I know you’re supposed to be the enemy and everything, but I like you.” He smiled, gave a small salute, and vanished.
“Walk with me Aziraphale.”
“Of course, my Lord.”
“Just Jesus is fine.”
Aziraphale nodded and fell into step with him.
Jesus looked at him and smiled, “So, how long have you two been in love?”
Why is it that whenever I take my Adderall, I have no desire to eat anything but chocolate and cookies?
So...Can we all have a massive write-in vote and just elect John Mulaney as president? I mean sure,
maybe he killed princess Diana, and he may at one point have been questionably compared to a nazi...
but hear me out..
it couldn’t be worse than what we have now, and if we’re going to watch America crash and burn, we might as well get some funny anecdotes.
Mulaney 2020 y’all
Hello isn’t ‘other people’ or fire and brimstone, and it isn’t nothingness.
Hell is working in a customer service call center with hour long queues, where each person complains how long the wait is, while you have already been on the phone for the past five hours.
I think we all know who’s responsible for 2020...
That’s why I don’t even bother with shows unless there’s at least two or three seasons minimum
Daybreak people. Daybreak!!!
The world is being crazy and all, and I’m just over here writing a paper on Emma (Jane Austen) being demisexual.
So apparently I have a type…
tall, dark, and stabby
Additionally: Just tall, curly-haired Irishmen...ugh.
I mean, look at that hair. Honestly. How can God create these men so far out of my league, but still let me fall in love with them?
So apparently I have a type...
tall, dark, and stabby