#ha. haha

[jennicatzies]

Gwash was the first to find Take 1 dead btw

[actual-changeling]

sometimes he just wants to ask, are we going somewhere with this?

their life is one endless game of chess, a dance to a waltz that will never stop playing, and no matter what they do, it is always infinite. unless the universe goes up in flames or collapses under the pressure of its own weight, they will never run out of wine to drink or conversations to have.

crowley loved it, at first, the reliability of knowing that even if a century or more passed, they'd be able to fall right back into wherever they'd left off—the comforting stability of a house built to last.

crowley loved him first, too, at least he thinks he was the first with both eyes open and wanting, with his hands aching, searching for aziraphale's to hold. he was almost comfortably drowning in his longing, as long as he got to orbit around him undisturbed, allowed to watch his lips wrap around forkfuls of cake and tempt him to one more drink, angel, c'mon.

patience, he told himself over and over again, have patience, and maybe that would have been enough if aziraphale had been moving on his own at all. one tentative step forward, ten hurried ones back, and three lonely decades to follow, denial carved into every rejected invitation, every shouldn't and couldn't and oh, i can't possibly—and crowley got the hint, of course he did.

he was fine with it for a while. longer than he should have been, in retrospect.

in 1941, the word 'finally' lingered behind tightly closed lips, irritated, excited, and when he was forced to swallow it down without letting any of it bleed through, what had been bearable before became a maelstrom of misery and apathy.

you go too fast for me, crowley, and fuck it all. if he had been less in love with him, he'd have asked him back in 1967 with the thermos in his hands, relief so, so close one way or another. fingers around his wrist to hold him back, his mouth opening and spitting every late-night thought and day-time promise into his face. instead, he did what he always does.

he watched him leave.

you're not moving at all, he whispered to the bentley in the remaining silence that thickened cold and damp like fog, and he knew even then that there would come a day when aziraphale would turn around and start walking away from him.

were we going somewhere with this, angel? 

maybe they were. they both know they were; in open admittance or denial, it didn't matter, it never had, but he finally had an answer to his question.

we could have been, they almost did—and then they stopped.

[rubyfires]

actually i think i deserve an award for being so brave and working on school stuff for 10 hours straight. only 3 more years to go

[grouper]

oh

i know what could save her

[lightningfilledsaber]

Artfight attack for plantsareneat (featuring my guy Dagda!)

[sunlitmcgee]

funniest aftermath to the cannibal tubbo fic is Sam having to explain to people that he doesn't know How Dream died so he's just like "Yeah...I think it may have been an animal of sorts...maybe a wolf....or...or a Bear, maybe"

and then the camera cuts to Tubbo like laying on the couch drinking some tea or some shit

[lhaewiel]

Look, listen ere buds, I have just

So, apparently Nie Huaisang is the son of a concubine and Sect Leader Nie Senior.

Which means that BASICALLY Nie Huaisang and MengYao/Jin Guangyao had pretty much the same background.

With the obvious difference that Jin Guangshan is clearly a shitty burning trashcan of someone who does not even deserve to be called man.

So listen. I am now wondering if Nie Mingjue, who loves Nie Huaisang so dearly regardless of the situation, has raised Meng Yao in his ranks also because Meng Yao's situation was so much like Nie Huaisang's?

If that is is the case, DO YOU SEE WHERE I AM GOING?! DO YOU FUCKING SEE IT?!

THE PARALLELS? THE DRAMA?

THE BETRAYAL MUST HAVE HURT LIKE A THOUSAND BITCHES.

I.

I CAN'T. I AM SCREAMING ON THE TOP OF A WINDY CLIFF WHILST THE STORM IS COMING.

I.

[incorrect-untamed]

LJY: do you think i’m a bad friend, Jin Rulu?

JRL: My name is Jin Rulan.