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 millenia of torture now have to answer to a shy, self-conscious, quiet, depressed, lonely person who has unintentionally become Satan’s #1
this vine is better than all of paranormal activity
you know how when you go to a concert or show of some sort and the person on stage is like “HOW’S EVERYONE DOING TONIGHT?!?!?!?!” and the audience cheers back? why? you’re not answering the question, you’re just yelling. imagine if we did that in daily conversation. “hey jeff, how are ya?” and jeff just starts screaming and clapping in your face
SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS EVERYBODY SHOTS
oh my godSHOTS WIFEY!!zhang-ai
SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS
If my friends don’t do this for me on my 21st I will be butthurt as hell.
Do this for me then watch me take like one of each in less than an hour and get fuckin trashed right quick