There once were four ladies so golden,
That Crowley could just be beholden,
For when he felt down,
They would go to town
On wisecracking lines that emboldened.
Bonus: Take a look at the Golden Girls who are cracking Crowley up!
And yes, I only started putting these lovely ladies together exclusively for this prompt and then totally fell in love with them, decided to keep them and improve small details here and there.
@ineffablyruined Thank you for prompting me to add yet another set of fandom-inspired custom minifigures to my ever-growing collection. I am grateful for the inspiration even if my interpretation of the prompt is a bit of a stretch! I regret nothing, not even the time "wasted" on creating these figures. Well, almost. 😉
Oh, just in case anyone is wondering what Crowley is wearing here... one of my personal headcanons is that Crowley owns a pair of black pajamas with stars (they might be glow-in-the-dark). They're his favorite clothes to wear when he's watching some comfort TV show, e.g. the Golden Girls. Not that he'd ever admit to this. The mere suggestion would earn anyone a very glareful glare from our favorite demon! So please don't tell him that I am sharing his darkest secrets here. 😉😊🤩
Also, can I just say how much I love Crowley's new custom-printed face? Look at him, he's gleeful gorgeous! 🥰
I'm so sorry I'm a day late! I forgot to hit post yesterday.
This week's prompt is:
Golden.
A halo, perhaps? Another angel disguise? A ring? @interesting-egg and I can only guess, but you get to make it happen!
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Week #10 Prompt: "I'm a great driver!" | Word Count: 791 | Rating: T | POV: Dustin | Characters: Dustin, Steve, Mike, Lucas | CW: Language | Tags: Steve & Dustin, Steve Teaches Dustin To Drive, And Mike, And Lucas, God Help Him
"No, no, no, stop, stop, stop!" Steve screams from the passenger seat, and Dustin slams on the brakes, sure he's about to run over a litter of puppies or plow into a field trip from the local preschool or old folks' home.
"What? Where?" Dustin asks, looking all around, as Steve clings to the dashboard of his BMW.
"A stop sign, right there!" he points, and well, Dustin for sure didn't see that. There was a bush in the way. Well, a bush near it. Behind it.
Semantics.
It doesn't matter. There was nobody coming, so it's not like they were gonna die. They've been in way worse situations than this together. Steve's just being a little overdramatic.
"Well, shit," Dustin says, "that'd cost me points if this was my actual test."
"It'll cost your life if you crash my car, Henderson, pay attention!" Steve scolds, and it just rolls right off Dustin's back. Nothing Steve says sticks very long. In one ear, and out the other.
"You're never gonna pass driver's ed, we may as well just get your bike serviced and call it a day," Mike says from the back, and Dustin whips around in his seat.
Steve can pick on him. Mike can't.
"Shut up! You didn't do any better!"
"He did a little better," Lucas mumbles, and Dustin sees Steve smile out of the corner of his eyes.
"Steve! You're my friend. You're gonna take their side? I'm a great driver!"
"You are not a great driver. Only Max is worse," Steve says.
Dustin lets out an annoyed huff of breath. "For one, false. For two, Max wasn't even old enough to drive back then. She could barely even reach the pedals. So, that's decidedly unfair and unjust, dickhead."
Steve lets out an exasperated sigh.
"Just. Get out. Lesson over for today. I've met my threshold," Steve snaps, holding his hand over the top of his head, and then gets out of the car.
Dustin could drive off, leaving him, but figures Steve will just be pissier than ever if he does.
Dude can't take a joke anymore. They've had one apocalypse too many.
"Ten more minutes!" Dustin wheedles.
"No, no, no. No more. Not today," Steve says, holding open the driver's door, waiting for Dustin to get out.
Only after Dustin's gotten out, does he realize that he didn't put it in park, only neutral, which means the car tries to roll away into the intersection, forcing Steve to hurry up and hop in, slamming on the brakes. Mike and Lucas both screaming in the backseat, like they haven't faced literal monsters.
Steve gives him a withering stare as Dustin slumps into the passenger's seat, ready and willing to pout. It was one little mistake.
Maybe two.
Ten, at most.
They drop off Lucas and Mike, which is at least convenient, since they live next door to one another.
And then it's just him and Steve driving him home in silence, before parking in the driveway.
"Hey," Steve says, looking over at him, "you can do this. You're just overthinking it."
Dustin knows that's probably true.
"Can we try again? Just you and me?"
"Sure, man," Steve says, and gets out to trade places. Dustin hadn't actually meant right now, assuming Steve was seriously done for the day, but Steve starts his spiel all over again.
And Dustin listens. Goes through the motions, the checklist, and then they ease back out onto the street. Dustin wants to learn how to drive, he just thought it'd be easier than it is. He's smart. He should be able to do this, easy.
But it's not easy. And that really pisses him off.
Steve is calmer this time around, just being the two of them is helpful for that, at least. Dustin knows Mike pushes Steve's buttons, even on the best of days.
And today was not the best of days.
But he eases up to the stop sign, rolling to a smooth stop this time. He doesn't mash the brakes, and they don't jerk in their seats. It's an improvement.
"That's it!" Steve says, reaching over to give him a high five. Then immediately shouts, "Both hands on the wheel!"
It makes them both laugh, erasing the tension from earlier.
Sure, he still makes mistakes, but they aren't as severe, or as stressful, one-on-one.
This is how they should have done it from the start. Just them.
When they get back to the house, Steve adamant that he wasn't ready for after dark lessons, Dustin gets out and meets Steve around the front of the car.
He's getting older, maybe too old for this, but he quickly reaches up on his toes, hugging Steve tight, whispering, "Thanks, Steve."
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Serving Cunt is currently dedicated to @rocketrocky. she's not dead but tumblr nerfed her blog for no reason so these polls are in her name until they give it back.
entry one: Tony the Tiger
entry two: Toucan Sam
entry three: Buzz the Bee
entry four: Lucky the Leprechaun
entry five: the Trix Rabbit
who is serving the most cunt?
tony
sam
buzz
lucky
trix
Voting ended onJul 15, 2025
NOTE: although the poll timer lasts a week, poll results will be recorded july 10th at 11:59PST. any votes cast after that are just for funsies
summary: Sansa Stark must have no one left to turn to if she would turn to Jon.
excerpt:
Newlyweds.
That’s the word on everyone’s lips at the Christmas party. Sometimes said with a saucy smile. It implies something that couldn’t be further from their reality.
They are newlyweds—married less than two weeks. But Jon sleeps on the sofa, while Sansa sleeps in his twin bed. The only time he kissed her was in front of the congregation of St. Paul’s and he didn’t know where to put his hands. Their wedding night, he heard her throwing up in the bathroom from morning sickness or the horror of having just married someone for convenience’ sake. Either way, there’s none of the newlywed hanky-panky people are happy to imply.
tags: Fake Marriage, Unplanned Pregnancy, Friends to Lovers, 1960s, New York, Holidays, Fist Fights, Family Dynamics, Sharing a Bed, Sexual Tension
