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[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

...hey sandman maggots.

You remember how a bunch of you told me that I reminded you of Delirium from Neil's Sandman comics? (which I haven't read)

So today I told my therapist about that. I don't know what reaction I expected from them.

For context, they're a Sandman fanatic, they have the entire comics and they annotated it with diary entries when they were younger. They've been my therapist for a year and are trained at India's best mental health institute.

When I told them, they just gave a grim smile, nodded and said:

Yeah. You're Delirium. I don't even have to think about the answer, it's just natural.

*slurps life from a twirly straw* I have been unofficially diagnosed with being Delirium from Sandman. How do we feel about this?

[officialchristiancagebbgirlblog]

Preeeeeeeetty sure I’m still at least a bit bi. Thought I was straight but like. Women are real gorgeous and uhhh yeah I think I may be swinging both directions again lmao

[metal-mum]

Pathos

Pathos was a planet brimming life. It was a planet covered in vast lakes, plentiful vegetation, and some of the system's most intelligent races. Religion, agricultural inventions, domestication of wildlife, it was on track to be another thriving world.

Things took an unfortunate turn for the thriving world when a parasitic infestation arrived on a meteor no different than the others. Feeding off the life the world was brimming with it festered in the caves, taking over the bodies and minds of anything it could get to. The natives did everything they could, from blocking them in to burning the nests down, but nothing seemed to work. With worry and hopelessness rising throughout the lands the creatures begged for their light to come and help them before it was too late.

But their light was gone.

The natives were delivered a raging beast who exited the ground like an earthquake. Their worry and fear turned to terror as the beast rampaged across the world, as if it was nothing more than a game. It burned everything in its path, the fires becoming monsters of their own, and forced the natives to hide beneath the burning lands.

Very few things were able to escape, the beast leaving without a word nor sound. It left a scorched, scarred world with the few remaining creatures grasping at the little remnants that were left. Despite the worst coming to pass, the situation continues to dire as the parasitic invaders continue to grow in numbers.

[tiberius-kirks]

masters thesis submitted time to lie on the floor

[squidsy24]

Okay so 10,000 hour rule, like practice makes perfect kinda thing. Do something and by hour 10,000 you'll master it

Fan fic writers, if you think your work is bad remember it's practice one day it will be fantastic and you'll master it as long as you practice

Artist, if you think your work is bad remember it's practice one day it will be fantastic and you'll master it as long as you practice

Your doing what you love, we love it too. If you don't like how it is now you musn't stop. practice

[wingedspirit]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

A history of angelic laughter.

Aziraphale doesn’t laugh.

It occurs to Crowley several millennia into his acquaintance with Aziraphale, as they sit in a crowded restaurant, the demon nursing a cup of wine, the angel tipping back oyster shells and slurping down their contents like they’re going out of style. Which Crowley sincerely hopes they will, because they are absolutely disgusting.

(Written for @drawlight’s advent calendar prompt list, day 15)

[historyy]

i desperately want to be the kind of person who’s presence makes an impression. i want people to meet me and remember what we talked about, the way my laugh sounds, the colour of my eyes, what we ate and drank, what my perfume reminded them of, the way my mouth moves when i talk. i want to be the kind of person people want to meet again.