crows are fucking great and scary as hell. My friends kitty killed a crow a while ago, and up until recently was a marked cat. they would send one to watch him whenever he was outside, and then after a little while my friend found the cat under a car across the street making all kinds of sounds, and the car was surrounded by crows all fucking snapping at him and raising hell.
Uhh maybe the hit has been called off after that or something, I think the cat just doesn’t rly go outside anymore for the most part now
im really bothered about what information can be processed by the crow community and like how that information is transmitted. like crows know stuff and they definitely talk to one another but like how. and what do they know about me. how much of the shit i do goes on my crow permanent record. where do they keep that stuff
a fun fact about crows is: any time a secret comes into existence which is known by only one person, somewhere in the world, a crow learns this secret also
i’m so tired of the AU where your soulmate’s name is on your wrist. i want my enemy’s name on my wrist. i wanna know who i’m going to have to physically fight eventually. turn on your fucking location
your enemy’s name on one wrist and your soulmate the another. no clue which is which. hope it’s not the same name on both wrists.
yall I fucking bled for this peice of trash pls like it
oh. I thought it was a photo.
Damn it took me 5 minutes to figure out why you wanted people to like a picture of soap. You did such a good job people think you are just posting random pics of soap.
this isn’t the fist time this has happened, I painted lube and everyone was confused that I posted a picture of lube
0-20 hours played: still young. fresh. hopeful. a beacon of light in the dark. willing to voice-chat their team and try to group together, always kind at heart. a good soul yet uncorrupted
20-60 hours played: the darkness sets in, but does not consume. ‘protect your healer’ they spit, but they still heal you. will post sad memes on social media about mercy dying.
60-100 hours played: no longer a human, but a pile of depression with a mouse and keyboard. no voice chat. if open mic is on, only sighs and ‘for fucks sake’ can be occasionally heard. wants to die but too chicken to go through with it so they just keep logging onto fucking overwatch
100+ hours played: cryptid. absolutely impossible. legends tell of mercy players who singlehandedly kill ulting mccrees, lucios who wall ride off of maps into the sunset never to be seen again. ana is there. lost ability to trust in other living beings
