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A feast from Hades!
The Chef offers spicy Slavugs, crunchy Chrustaceans, cool knuckleheads, grilled Gupps, savory Scuffs, Chlams with chives, fresh Flameaters, sugary stonewhals and meaty Mati.
“twoje notowania spadły nieuchronnie idziesz na dno szczęście które kiedyś miałeś opuściło cię już dawno”
Giving the Chlam legs because that's how I roll.
Znowu zaczynasz chlać co weekend😭
Karciooll
In which Sam is a moody 17 year old guitar instructor and Chloe is his 15 year old student.
Hey all, I promised a story and I deliver. Enjoy this SPN/Smallville crossover one shit featuring my fave crossover pairing Chloe x Sam. This story is dedicated to the amazing metal-rider. Hope this is the best goodluck present ever sweetheart.
Chlam sighed as she put a wine glass to her lips. She folded the back of the newspaper and shook her head. Tons of astrology posts from Earth. It told humans what they were according to which sign--as if some star out in the universe could decipher your destiny? Weak. The violinist chucked.
No. Life wasn’t like that. It never was, never would be. Nothing is ever as predictable as it seems. She grew up on a moon that circled around a failed star that orbited a exosolar system. Stars have nothing in common with destiny. Stars exist for billions of years. Destiny is a tiny thread that could break at any moment or be sewn into something new, good or bad.
The only thing that destiny did hold true is that you existed--cognito ergo sum--that was all you could count on.
Science, though, could help decipher the world and universe that she lived in. It didn’t rely on vague concepts. That’s one of the reasons she loved it so much. It spit in the face of her--that grinning old lady who relied on ancient tradition and sheep who never questioned her. Persimmon, why can’t I escape you?
Chlam's voice - The Silent Violin
I started to think and draw about what Chlam's familiar was like before it got kidnapped.
Somehow it wound up being an adorable Pomeranian named Pom-Pom.
Chlamydia and Pom-Pom, everyone.
