#i'm op

[tortoise-teapot]

fun fact the pose is neve

[pegasusgalaxybedsr2small]

Epiphany episode AU where, instead of running+ searching for a way out + meditating, John Sheppard runs + searches for a way out + builds this kinda shit for himself:

Poor guy was depressed, he admitted it himself, he deserved some good stuff, 6 months is plenty of time for ferris wheel

Like come on this is not the face of a guy enjoying meditation, let him go on the ferris wheel!!

[corpsebunniie]

i think an answer to being to anxious to talk to a moot in dms is to become a haunting ghost in their ask box.

[subfundere]

Gifted Kid Syndrome and the fear of failing your own expectations

Lady Bird, Greta Gerwig / Turtles All the Way Down, John Green / Growing Old, Ann Christine Tabaka / Good Will Hunting, Matt Damon and Ben Affleck / The Queen’s Gambit, Walter Tevis

[punkrocklorax]

I just thought of the most rancid queue tag

"queue slur"

[peebls]

1022 A.D.

"So we don't thwart as far as the other is concerned."

"Except for kicks."

"Crowley, be serious."

Crowley thought it all a little too theatrical. Meeting in a remote town, hiking up some trail at dawn to speak over some foggy outlook, where their whispers couldn't carry far enough to be heard by anything but the sheep.

"Look, I don't see what all the fuss is about. It's just a business arrangement. I scratch your back, you scratch mine, life gets a little easier, and neither of our departments are any the wiser."

Crowley was prepared for Aziraphale to fold into hesitation, to stumble nervously and back out, spitting up some half-thought apology and giving Crowley another century to wait before meeting again.

It wouldn't have been the first time.

But Aziraphale looked surprisingly resolute. Pensieve, even.

"We should seal it." He said firmly

Crowley turned to him and wanted to ask why but the question never quite reached his lips. Rebelling had always been the obvious choice to Crowley. He could see the resolution in Aziraphale's face, and it was both dramatic and familiar.

Truthfully Crowley was mostly impressed. With Aziraphale's gall, and with his own skill in tempting him into this. It hadn't been easy.

All this had him in pretty good spirits, so he skipped the why and jumped straight into humoring.

"In what? Blood?" he sneered. His sarcasm is missed.

"What? Heavens no!" Aziraphale exclaimed. "It would probably kill us."

Crowley stuck his tongue out at him, and began to circle around him, amused.

"Writing's no good, either," Aziraphale continued fretfully. "That kind of thing is bound to turn up somewhere no matter where we magic it away to."

"A kissssss then," Crowley offered, coming up just behind Aziraphale's shoulder.

Aziraphale stiffened just ever so slightly.

"That is generally how demon deals are done, anyway," Crowley added

He waited for a flippant dismissal, or at least an objection to treating this as your run of the mill demon deal, but again Aziraphale surprised him.

"Quite so," he said delicately. His expression was utterly unreadable as he craned his neck, bringing them more or less face to face.

Brain buzzing with white noise, Crowley thought fuck it and just went for it. He kissed Aziraphale in what he thought was probably an official and respectable manner. He might have held on longer than he should have, but it was Aziraphale who pushed them closer together, and Crowley quite lost his head.

Later, Crowley would find that he couldn't even remember what it felt like.

Their lips parted and the sound of it floated scandalously in the air, more resounding than any of the words exchanged between them. It's electric.

They don't speak of it again.

[nintrando]

I for one cannot wait to watch Luz develop into the most power witch who ever lived and just absolutely destroy emperor Belos “waaah Mary Sue waah” I don’t care Luz deserves to be OP

[transcrafter]

I finally got minecraft on my computer