WELL it turns out that if you put time in on your hair it does it fact… look better. what a thought.

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WELL it turns out that if you put time in on your hair it does it fact… look better. what a thought.
It's time to get back to some Blue Fire!! See u there my loves :o)
aziraphale to me has very strong “I struck up this conversation with someone in an antique shop and now we’ve been chatting for forty-five minutes” vibe to me while crowley stands next to him on his mobile not participating but only humming whenever aziraphale mentions him in the conversation. he talks to waiters, gets to know the owners of the mom and pop restaurants, knows the name of their usual attendant at the theatre and that she has two kids one of whom is going through a tough spot right now, and a trip to the local coffee shop/bakery is an hour plus because he gets chatty with the barista/bakers/customers. he has a barber. he has a tailor. he doesn’t need either of these. I even think he’d be happy to have whatever conversation with someone in his shop about literature - right up until they wanted to buy something at which point he turns cold and brusque and inhospitable. not perhaps someone who craves social interaction but certainly someone who is very comfortable in it, who it comes easily to. he doesn’t make friends with people, because he’s learnt distance after 6,000 years, but he’s comfortable with them. crowley would find this exceedingly convenient as he isn’t as comfortable with it (demon has its drawbacks) and he can make aziraphale do all the talking bits.
Sid’s back patio in Nova Scotia. I would just like to point out the black thing in the lower left-hand corner that looks very much like a hot tub cover.
Faintly amusing the way my voice drops an octave and I become incredibly slouchy and laconic when in a room full of strangers.
What do I hate most about my brain?
I will be doing regular everyday tasks and get fic ideas that will never be complete.
Like this morning: I was at spin. Actively on a bike with an instructor telling me what to do and I was like, “What would happen if..?” and then I wasn’t paying attention to what I was doing...
This also happens while I am teaching, cleaning stalls, riding a horse, driving, or even just trying to fall asleep. There is never a rhyme or reason for anything to be prompted for my mind to think of these things and IT JUST HAPPENS!!
Will I watch the Grammies yes or no