Honestly if Darkness ever comes back, we need to throw a party or something
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Honestly if Darkness ever comes back, we need to throw a party or something
He’s told this exact same joke about 150 times and he always laughs at it.
Carried Away
The more of minutes were ticking away one by one, the darker the hallways became.
But our cheerful fellow wasn't disturbed by all this sinister atmosphere. Humming a gentle song, he kept his way forward, using a bunch of bright glowing sparkles that spin around his silky hair as a modest source of light to see the right path.
More of quiet soft steps and, eventually, Deinelius pushed the tall metal door that meet him in the end of the hallway.
‘‘You see,’‘ he murmured under his breath, smiling. ‘‘This place is not endless after all. I knew they would let us in sometime, they clearly made a trap for us in there... ah, so what? There is nothing that you and me can’t handle together! Now let’s go. Let’s get this done.’’
Then he entered the Basement of the Dramatic Office.
“You and me, Addy boy. No magic, no tricks, no enhancing devices. Just us and our fists. I dare you.”
''But what kind of entity?'' Adam keeps wondering as he pokes the armchair again. ''And what does this glowing line mean? ...Hmm! Is it even safe to sit and lean against it?''
“A lower-case n Narrator, to be perfectly exact, I suppose,” mutters the chair snidely, “The glowing line is simply a part of me. You can lean up against it if you like. Just don’t go sticking things into it.”
Rick and the Space Ladies
𝒮𝑒𝑒𝓂𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹. 𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝒸𝓊𝓉𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂.
“Alright--who’s talking? I don’t really appreciate sudden visits from supernatural beings...”
She paused, then looked down at the bucket of paint in her hands. Lifting it cautiously to her nose, she took a testing smell and---
“Oh my god, that’s disgusting. You bitch. This isn’t even funny!”
Marlise left her office in a huff, stomping down the hall.
“Contrary to popular belief, I don’t take blood of-offerings--” She nearly retched. “Now if you actually want to do something worthwhile--which door should I put this on top of?”