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I asked Harley if he'd rather be taxidermied or be a wet specimen today (like that post that's been circulating) and he gave such a reasonable, measured, and well considered response that I immediately had to fuckin bite him
Me: Haha band au funny Braincell 1: Make Beta AU even more like Victorious Me: N..no.... Brainell 2: Make them SING Me: I can’t...fit that into the story this can’t be a singing school..... Braincell 2: If Disney can make people sing randomly so can you Braincell 1: They’re feral anyway Me: Me: We just want Amity and Luz singing Take A Hint, don’t we? Braincell 1 & Braincell 2:
the three genders
Central California - May 2021
aziraphale has eyes like a thicket, like a thunderstorm. deep and mysterious, full of secret spaces and gathering dark. there might be something hiding in there - little lives made safe under the cover of a fallen branch, burning electricity ready to strike. he reveals himself in turning away, in what he won’t let you see, in the suggestion that there’s something more there underneath the surface, something you can only see from the corners of your own eyes when he thinks you’re not looking. this is not the angel fretting at the gates over the gift of a flaming sword: this is the angel deciding, in the space of an instant, that he would lie to god herself to protect what life can create.
crowley has eyes like a wound, slashed open and seared on the edges, still bleeding even as he scoffs and looks away, or else they are surgical incisions, cauterized and left exposed to the open air, a pity and a dare. his eyes are the gold coins in the mouths of the dead, the offering to a no-where god, a prayer not to be left behind. his eyes are the sun-warmed fruits of lost childhoods, juice running sticky down chins with feet in the clear swell of the spring creeks, the innocence in the water always one step from betrayal: not yours, but his, his pockmarked heart so ready for shattering, already expecting it, already preparing to brush off his knobbled knees and to get back up, knocking your hand away, but they are also the hope, unending: that you will not leave him there among the swirling eddies on his own. that you will lift him back up, and take him home.
Will there be a part two for intangible or am I just going to be left hanging and in pain of not knowing what’ll happen next?? 😩🥺
HAHA at first I’d planned for it just to be a one shot but as it turns out my never ending need for happy endings means I’m probably at some point going to write a part two ~ I just don’t know when I’ll put it out!
@ Good Omens fanfic writers + artists: I was just doing a lil research, (I may or may not have a multi-chapter beast of a novel coming your way...) and I thought I would share that his eyes are hazel, not blue. (I noticed a lot of ‘blue eyes’ going around, but here is some clarification in case yall don’t know that his eyes are actually hazel)