Mar 21, 2022
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Menace 😁
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tim finds out about lewis’ weird little boneless thumb tongue +
for @shinyblackbird 🤍
shinyblackbird replied to your photo “Have you ever known a con to not be my kind of con? I demand pictures...”
Omg, mothman body pillow!!! Can you imagine?
If you had to have a Creepy Waifu Style body pillow of a cryptid, which cryptid would you want? I’m torn between the Loch Ness Monster and some brand of wild wolfman.
Today is the fourth straight day I’ve been stuck in bed with the most stubborn, exhausting summer cold I’ve ever had. It’s a very lousy day, and your fic offer is so kind. It’s a bit contrived, but i thought I’d share my fic notion and see if it catches your whimsy: Aziraphale somehow is experiencing flu-like symptoms (inhaled a lungfull of cursed brimstone? Angels are allergic to certain magical artifacts?) and is being a Right Bastard about it, whining and moping and refusing any and all care
i’m so sorry you’re not feeling well! i hope this at least cheers you up a tiny bit.
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“This is your lot’s fault,” Aziraphale says sourly.
“Would you sit down?”
“No, I will not!” Aziraphale bursts, and wobbles dangerously on his feet, only just managing to right himself with a hand on a nearby bookshelf. Crowley sighs.
“Angel—”
“Don’t you—” Aziraphale sniffles noisily. “—‘angel’ me.”
“All right,” Crowley says slowly. “What would you prefer?”
The look he gets from Aziraphale is pure poison. Adorable poison, but poison nevertheless. His eyes are red-rimmed and watery and it makes his eyes look absolutely shockingly blue.
Crowley spreads his hands. “Whaaat? I’m trying to help!”
“I do not need your help.”
“Well, obviously. Doesn’t mean it wouldn’t be nice though, does it?”
“Nothing is nice right now!” Aziraphale says, stomping his foot. “I ache all over, my hairhurts, and I can’t taste anything!”
“Aziraphale,” Crowley says, with all the gentleness he can muster. He hates seeing him as miserable as all this.
Aziraphale sneezes violently and then sags. “I hate brimstone. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.”
“It’s dreadful,” Crowley agrees, even though he doesn’t particularly think so. He’s a demon, brimstone smells quite nice to his mind. Aziraphale seems to know this because he gives Crowley a peeved look.
“I don’t like you very much right now,” Aziraphale says.
Crowley can’t help but grin. “Now, that’s not very angelic of you.”
“It’sveryangelic of me,” Aziraphale retorts irritably.
“I’ll make tea, shall I?”
“I don’t want tea,” Aziraphale grumbles.
“Marvelous,” Crowley replies, ignoring him completely. He goes into the nook where Aziraphale keeps the kettle and puts it on. He’s trying not to fuss, but it’s not every day an angel gets a cold. Or the celestial equivalent.
Out in the main area of the shop he can hear Aziraphale stumbling about and grumbling. By the time he’s got the tea poured it’s gone quiet and Crowley hurries back out with the cups, not worried,but…
Aziraphale has finally sat down in one of the high-backed chairs and he’s tipped to the side, head resting against one of the wings.
He’s asleep.
“Oh, thank God,” Crowley breathes, sagging. It’s been hoursand Aziraphale means everything to Crowley, but he’s been driving him absolutely batty.
Crowley sets the tea aside on a nearby table and then, very carefully, moves in and loosens Aziraphale’s bowtie, because the daft bastard is wearing his usual get up despite feeling like actual Hell. He’s not sure he can get it off without waking him, so Crowley leaves it draped around his neck. He unbuttons the ridiculous waistcoat and then kneels at Aziraphale’s feet and very gingerly removes his shoes. It’s not much, but it’s Aziraphale’s own fault.
When he’s well again, he’ll be mortified by his behavior. The thought makes Crowley smile.
shinyblackbird replied to your post: I want more people to play the rusty lake games...
Damn, I’m slightly unsettled by how appealing that is. Gonna have to check them out
here’s a link to the first proper game in the series, Seasons, if you want to give it a try. godspeed
@wasp-that-never-misses replied to your post “How exactly did you get close to the Grandmaster?” Thor asked. Loki...”
I have a mighty need to read this fic where can it be found
it’s the ship at the end of the universe on ao3!
shinyblackbird replied to your post “I can't speak for everyone, but I'd be TOTALLY FINE with year-end...”
...are you open to suggestions?
I actually have a few ideas now, but I’ll totally take more ideas if people have them! because why not
obeekris replied to your post “missbuster replied to your post “Sam, do u know what mbti type u...”
Are you talking about online conversations, or in person? 'Cause those are really 2 different forms of communication. I'm not so great at online/chat program conversations, but pretty good IRL.
The thing is, even on the internet, it’s usually possible to tell someone who’s just bad at making conversation from someone who is passively expecting you to do all the work. I talked to some people who clearly weren’t very good at it but were doing their best, and I can respect that because it’s very much me in person. But the vast majority of people I talked to, at least, would be like “Hey” and you say “Hey” and then nothing. So you open a gambit, like you ask them a question about something in their profile, and then they respond with an exact answer and literally nothing more, no “And you?”, no add-on question or volunteered information, nothing to indicate they have an interest in conversation.
That’s someone who either isn’t that into you, is way too into talking about themselves, or doesn’t understand how people talk to one another. Whichever it is, I’m not going to expend a ton of time and energy finding out, because I don’t want to be with any of those three people.
shinyblackbird replied to your post “missbuster replied to your post “Sam, do u know what mbti type u...”
This managed to simultaneously encourage and dismay me. On the one hand it’s reassuring that you (and so many other commenters) have had the same string of bland, time wasting, going-nowhere dates. But on the other... if it’s universal and not just me, then I don’t really have any chance of fixing it, do I? Ugh.
I mean, I don’t think there’s a fix, per se -- I think it’s just something you either are willing to deal with or you aren’t. And there’s 100% nothing wrong with being willing to put up with ten thousand dead-end conversations in order to find one really great one, that takes real perseverance. I just reached a point where it felt more like a job than something I did for fun or for any kind of eventual endgame, so I stopped.
I think all dating is predominantly made up of bland, time-wasting, go-nowhere dates you have to get through to get to the fun, interesting ones, it’s just that the internet now allows us to have those at the rate of 3-4 a day online before we get to the ones in person, so the volume is greater. :D
niennanir replied to your photo “The Sisters thank you for all your birthday wishes! Dearborn is always...”
From a fellow dumb human who pack bonds: your city is no doubt replete with pet bakeries, as is mine. Delightful fresh baked kitty confections should be available in the pastry case.
What a good idea! I have no idea where one is near me but I’m sure I can find out.
winds-wanderer replied to your photo “The Sisters thank you for all your birthday wishes! Dearborn is always...”
These pictures truly capture their personalities, always-ready-for-a-nap Deebs and ever-vigilant Polk
I was very pleased I was able to catch them being so Them on their birthday :D
ambersnake replied to your photo “The Sisters thank you for all your birthday wishes! Dearborn is always...”
Birthday Eve
It made sense in my head! From now on I’m totally going to celebrate Birthday Eve.
scifigrl47 replied to your photo “I will not cry about my cats, I will not cry about my cats, I will not...”
You're crying right now, aren't you?
I WAS NOT, IT WAS JUST REALLY HUMID.
shinyblackbird replied to your photo “I will not cry about my cats, I will not cry about my cats, I will not...”
It’s their birthday today??? Mine too!! I feel like I’ve never been in better company! ����
Aw, happy birthday! Sorry they are not QUITE on your birthday, but their birthday eve is!
amairawrites replied to your photo “I will not cry about my cats, I will not cry about my cats, I will not...”
Your cats are pi day babies and you didn't name them after pies?
I would have named them Apple and Shoo Fly. :D They’re born on the Ides of March, which if I’d known that when I adopted them I might have named them Brutus and Cassius, even though they are girls.