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[blufox234isadumbname]

sonic the guy to me

[hold-him-down]

List five of their recent Google searches. (For Leo)

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List five of your recent Google searches.

[catmomjudy]

I had surgery on Thursday, so, while I felt fine, I was probably a little off. The “Cone” line struck me as funny, I.e. like it should be funny, but I had no idea why, and it was overwhelmed by my bitter hatred of Helena Diaz in the same scene.

As I was standing here rolling meatballs (and, yes, I believe I had another post a month or so ago about another meatball-based realization—mindless work frees the brain cells 😁), it hit me:

Now, before I begin let me say this: I have nothing against Tommy. The relationship, as it stands right now, just doesn’t resonate with me. I read Buck/Tommy fanfiction by authors I subscribe to because I like the authors. But there’s enough out there to read that I don’t go seeking it out. There’s nothing wrong with shipping them. I just feel “Meh” about it.

Also, let me say (because this post has to do with knowing cultural references) that I also have no issue with the age gap. The first romance addiction I had (in late elementary school) was the Little House books. Laura and Almanzo had a ten year gap. So, that set my meter for “average.”

I know plenty of people have tried to figure out how old canon Tommy is. For the purposes of this post, let’s just say he’s 40ish and born in the early 1980s.

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The Coneheads were an SNL sketch during the early days of the show. The sketches appeared from 1977 through 1979.

Tween me loved the Coneheads.

The movie Coneheads was released in 1993.

I am willing to bet that tween Tommy also loved the Coneheads.

Buck however, was born in or about 1992. Granted, the movie came out after he was born, but I think this attitude probably still applies unless someone else has urged him to watch the movie or (like with Star Wars) he went back and watched because later movies came out:

Now, there are great classic movies out there that I bet adult (version 5.0) Buck has watched because he’s heard of them, or he saw a reference (or ten in the case of some very famous movies) and wanted to “get” it.

Not to diss the Coneheads, but, I doubt adult Buck went back and watched. They just aren’t that great. It’s kind of a “in the moment” “you had to be there” kind of humor. Adult me who, as a tween loved the Coneheads, had no interest (in my 20s, when I was still watching some ridiculous stuff—Weekend at Bernie’s comes to mind) in ever seeing the movie.

So, what was off about Tommy’s comment?

Nothing major. It was cute. And Tommy certainly was trying to be lighthearted and show that he was happy to go along with the party and the hats. And it’s great that he does feel comfortable enough to be silly with Buck.

But, really, did Buck get it? I’ve seen no indication in canon that they hang out watching old silly movies after hours.

So, I’m sure Tommy thought it was funny.

I’m sure the older SNL-addicted screenwriters thought it was funny.

If I’d been in my right mind on Thursday night and made the Coneheads connection, you’d have gotten a snort out of me.

But did Buck get it, is the question?

It just feels like another attempt at humor on Tommy’s part that didn’t land with his boyfriend. And that’s one of the main reasons the whole thing isn’t really vibing with me.

🤷🏻‍♀️

[losyanya]

Until the clip is released to the public I'm assuming I got the plant-demon ratio right

[lunarmultishine]

And Yet Another Beginning

My entry for the Valentines gift exchange organized for @goloveday for @teslatherat

Sorry it took so long, technical difficulties, and most of this was painstakingly typed out on mobile and not my best work. I  still hope you enjoy!

Crowley had left a cheesy, traditional Valentines letter in the bookshop the day before, finished "from your valentine" and all that. That's what he found his angel staring at, eyes wide and faraway, when he let himself into the shop the next afternoon.

"You... didn't mean it that way, did you?"

It only took a second for Crowley to understand what Aziraphale was saying.Saint Valentine had ended his letter that way, before he was executed.

"No, no, not at all. It's just something humans say," his throat tightened. He hadn't meant to worry his angel. It had only been months since Armageddon, and neither of them were over everything that happened. Naturally, after an event that was the culmination of 6000 years, most of their lives.

"We're safe," Crowley said softly.

"Oh," Aziraphale let out a long shaky breath, "Oh, good. I was just making sure. I was worried -" he looked down and so did Crowley. Crowley saw Aziraphale's hands, fingers laced together and trembling in front of him.

Crowley reached out a hand, putting his gently over Aziraphale's, "No, Hell or Heaven hasn't been knocking on my door with a summons to the gallows. I would tell you."

"I know." Aziraphale's voice was quiet, "I know, Crowley," he sounded stronger and his hands slowly opened, taking Crowley's hand between his. They were cold, from fright and memory perhaps. Neither of them knew every single thing that would remind or worry them. All the candles in the bookshop were put away for that reason, none of them lit for weeks. That had been a nasty surprise one evening.

here was a long moment of silence, then "Hey," Crowley started, trying to smile. It was a soft smile, gentle. One that had over the years been rare and almost exclusively directed at Aziraphale. The latter hadn't changed much, but the former was starting to, "How about we go for a ride? To the countryside, maybe?"

Aziraphale's eyes lit up, still hazel in this light, "That sounds lovely, dear. I'd be happy to."

The Bentley purred her familiar purr as they made their way in comfortable silence, both deep in thought. Crowley wouldn't take for granted having his angel beside him in the car, though. He loved the Bentley but he definitely enjoyed the added bonus of the presence of a certain angel. It always felt a bit warmer with Aziraphale by his side.

here was something peaceful in the countryside, to just see trees and greenery and flowers. Calming, knowing the world still lived out there.

They strolled for a while over a beaten path, though there was tension in the silence now, before coming to a meadow, blooming with flowers. They may or may not have had a hand in the place.

Aziraphale grinned and headed for the tall grass.

"What're you doing?" Crowley asked, trying to peer over Aziraphale's shoulder.

The angel giggled, "You'll see," he sing songed, knowing of his best friend's hopping impatience to knowing things, as clearly illustrated as Crowley tried to get a good look at what Aziraphale was doing. Aziraphale turned away,

"Alright, alright," Aziraphale laughed, as Crowley nearly fell over into a pile trying to keep up with Aziraphale, "I'm half done, look."

"A flower crown?" Crowley raised an eyebrow, but Aziraphale stretched out a hand, catching a lock of long red hair.

"I thought you'd look lovely. Though it's rather impossible to top how you look now," Aziraphale added, with a sheepish grin.

Crowley rolled his eyes as he took off the sunglasses, "Flatterer.”

"Oh," Aziraphale said softly, "Never mind what I said, you always look lovely."

Crowley was smiling at him, wasn't sure when his silly face did that, but it was. Aziraphale quickly finished and placed the crown on his head.

"What?" Aziraphale quirked a smile, watching Crowley beam at him, "You may blind me, looking at me like that."

"Sorry, angel, can't seem to stop." he took a step closer, taking Aziraphale's hand, "Y'know, there's an area near by. Real pretty. South Downs."

"Is that right?" Aziraphale's eyes crinkled as he smiled, "I think I know the place you're talking about. Some nice houses."

He had been afraid, still afraid of losing Aziraphale. Things were starting to steady, just a little, beneath their feet. The setting sun didn't mean the end, it meant another beginning, similar to the energy of creation before the Beginning, the type Crowley had shaped with his hands. Neither of them Created like they used to, but that didn't mean this was the end of it. It was a beginning, yet again.

"Yeah, 'xactly. Maybe we should go have a look," Crowley smiled, and Aziraphale reached up, hands sinking into the long curls and drawing near, holding Crowley against him as the sunset colors lit up their eyes.

[teashopcrafts]

Another commission for a friend of a friend, lol, the phrase cracked me up

[rvexillology]

My take on a minimally designed flag of Antarctica

from /r/vexillology Top comment: I like it !