My gay brother walks into the room without a shirt on
Me: Hey topless
Him: Well you don’t have to rub it in that I’m single
IT TOOK ME A MINUTE.
I DONT GET IT
I DONT GET IT. Someone explain please :c
Fic idea where a lonely person sells their soul to Satan to be their friend. And Satan just rolls with it until he realizes at the time of their death he genuinely likes them.
Since he can’t renege on the contract he takes them to Hell and puts them in a high position of power. Demons hardened by millennia of torture now have to answer to a shy, self-conscious, quiet, depressed, lonely person who has unintentionally become Satan’s #1
#”my liege the latest batch of liars and thieves have crossed the river. what shall we do with them?’ #'they…um…what do you normally do? with them? the uh…the liars.' #'we roast them in the communal kiln' #'oh…OH oh my god. no um. wow. thats harsh' #'my liege this is HELL' #'yeah but…could you (i dont know) could you um…lay off? the roasting? for now?' #'we…could. what ELSE should we do?' #'maybe um…maybe yell at them a little bit yeah? tell them lying is wrong.' #'….' #'maybe…like kinda push them a little too.'