rsbarelle

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[kuttithevangu]

“You express so little anxiety about my being murdered under Ash Park Copse by Mrs Hulbert’s servant, that I have a great mind not to tell you whether I was or not”

— Jane Austen in letter to her sister Cassandra. (January 9th 1799)

[circuitousmoths]

He simply looked at it, with an expression on his face that it could not remember ever seeing before.

This was not, I will tell you in confidence, because Little Ash had never looked at it like this before. It was because he had only ever allowed his face to show so much love when the angel wasn’t looking back.

So. @kuttithevangu‘s very, VERY excellent story has recently concluded, and I believe that You should read it at once. It is Endearing and Wonderful and I promise you will have a good time.

[kuttithevangu]

THE LITTLE FACE… OF LITTLE ASH

[kuttithevangu]

The secret corollary to this is that Uriel has probably been looking at Little Ash with an expression of Deepest Ahava for centuries but he just assumed that was its face

[kuttithevangu]

I said that in the future Rose and Essie have their own apartment and Little Ash and Uriel live in their front room and fill it with books that Ash buys for Uriel with his crime money, because it likes human-made things and especially books, and then Zeph came up with the idea… that they are double lavender married… Rose and Uriel have a close, loving fake marriage but Essie and Little Ash are just Super Awkward

like can u IMAGINE

[kuttithevangu]

Junior anytime he’s speaking to Little Ash: omg you’re such a trouble-maker. you’re a pain in the ass. why are you always DOING stuff

Junior when informed that Little Ash has not been allowed into the country: my brother? MY brother? my BABY brother? he has never done ANYTHING wrong in his life. this is an injustice 

[kuttithevangu]

I guess Little Ash fools us into thinking he knows what he’s doing for like the first 50 pages but it’s all downhill from there

[kuttithevangu]

Little Ash eating as many fish heads as he can get his hand on at Rosh HaShanah: this is a mitzvah

Everyone else around him: please we don’t want you to be a leader please stop 

[kuttithevangu]

Go to shul for 12 hours

[kuttithevangu]

Little Ash must make tshuvah for making pointless rude remarks about people who didn’t do anything to him and for overreacting to 60% of things that happen

The angel must make tshuvah for being real vague and out of it 60% of the time and not noticing when people around it have needs

The two of them decided these things about each other

[kuttithevangu]

Little Ash: I have never done anything right, ever, in my life

Uriel: I know this, and I love you

[kuttithevangu]

Shalom Aleichem’s absurdized argument between Yiddishists and Hebraists where the Yiddishists make fun of the Hebraists by hyper-correcting samekhs into tets and call modern Hebrew “lokshn-koyletsh”, except it’s just holiday dinner by Little Ash’s family 

[kuttithevangu]

Uriel gazing into Little Ash’s face: you are the friend of my soul

Little Ash: d,…DON’T

[kuttithevangu]

It was the 23rd of Kislev, a shabbat, which was also the 24th of December in the Christians’ calendar, and Hester Street was covered in snow. Through this snow were walking two creatures you could be forgiven for thinking were young men, even though neither that adjective nor that noun properly applies to either of them. They were arguing, because it was in the nature of these two to be arguing, and also because one of them was upset with the other, for having made them take a train on the Sabbath.

The one who was upset was called Uriel, and it was more or less an angel. The other one was called Ashmedai, if he were being called to the Torah, but otherwise everyone made his name smaller, to suit his stature, and called him Little Ash. Little Ash was in no mood to be scolded, because he was not wearing any shoes, and his feet were very cold. The reason he was not wearing his shoes, even though it gave Uriel additional cause to be vexed with him, was that he did not like the way they cramped the talons of his birdlike feet. The two of them had been traveling for quite a while, and Little Ash’s feet had reached the end of their tolerance for shoes, and so he was freezing and wanted to be home.

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[lin-art]

I really love their dnd au✨️

[ssentinl]

i think karen and joyce have radar for will and mike respectively because mike has absolutely snuck into the byers house in the middle of the night and joyce just sits up and thinks for a moment “mike’s here.” and then finds she doesn’t care and goes back to sleep.. or karen will wake up in the morning and somehow know that will is in the house and bang on mike’s door, “mike, don’t let will starve! i don’t care that he’s here, let him join us for breakfast!”

[smalltown--byler]

will byers living in new york in the late 80s/early 90s during the peak of the ACT UP protests against the AIDS crisis. will seeing familiar faces at the local gay bar disappearing, losing friends and acquaintances to the disease. sitting down in his apartment and making panel after panel for the AIDS memorial quilt so that none of the people who took him under their wing and helped him find his place in the world are ever forgotten

[buckleybeat]

this is the saddest will headcanon but such a dear one. long live queer art.

[loserrsquad]

How to Disappear Completely

Fell into the screen like a star

As a [boy]

Found a world there and gave it my heart

Now we're soul-bound

Always at the desk in the dark

Made the screen go

Blue when I took it too far

[kiwi4miwi]

chilling out before the campaign 🥺

[rs-barelle]

every time i get insecure about my writing abilities i remember that someone printed my fic and annotated it and wrote about it in their MA and i get a little boost of confidence ♥️ this is one of the coolest things ive ever achieved in my life and my dream is to recreate this moment but as a real published original book. (the pic is theirs not mine, i don’t have a copy of my fic)