#with words!

[lunapwrites]

A quick break in my unhinged hours to report what I'm hearing from upstairs rn:

Bean: [whiny goblin noises]

Partner: Hey. Hey - I love you!

Bean: AAAAAAYE!

[waitingtobebroken]

The penultimate chapter of the mutual pining while fucking human AU is here! Are you guys excited! Boy, am I!

A sneak peek under the cut (even chose one with barely any spoilers 🤭🤭)

"You don't have to," Crowley said, gentle and soothing. Laid a hand over Aziraphale's still nervously entwined ones, tugged, until the other man faced him. "I can still get you the train, Aziraphale. Bring all your belongings to London while you take the scenic route? Come on, what do you say? You love trains." Aziraphale shook his head. "It's not that. I just- I don't want to make you uncomfortable." "Make me uncomfortable?" Crowley's voice came out a lot higher than he was used to. He couldn't help it, not in the face of such utter rubbish. "Angel. You are about to spend 5 hours with me. Packed together, in a tiny car. It's not me I'm worried about." Aziraphale's mouth fell open around a gasp. Any other time, Crowley would have been accosted by lewd thoughts within seconds of that sight, but now, he barely even noticed those perfectly pink lips. Which was saying a lot about how concerned he truly was. "Did you not know how long the drive is?" Crowley was pretty sure he had mentioned it when he had offered to drive them both back to London. He would have never omitted such an important fact, especially when the fear of disappointing Aziraphale again was dangling above him still. Its teeth sharp and ravenous. Or maybe it was the car? Crowley had driven them before, short drives, to client meetings and the occasional bakery. Had Aziraphale been unable to gauge how crowded it was? "Is it-" But Aziraphale was already shaking his head, stepping closer. His eyes, wide and dazed. His voice hushed, almost- almost quivering as he asked, "Is that why you never offered?"

[the-bird-of-wisdom]

She looked like a mediocre artist tried to draw a pretty girl. Her eyes were soft and almond shaped, her lips full. She was tall and thin with a smile that could light up a room. And yet, there was something off in the way these features were put together. Maybe it was her weak chin or the shadows on her young face, perhaps it was her spindly limbs or wild hair; whatever the reason, it ensured  that nobody would ever call her beautiful.

e. d.

[genaleah]

I've been having a slight thought that's become a full fic I'm writing (slowly but surely) but what if Nelson has more trouble with his powers because he needs something to channel it through? Eventually figures out that he can use abilities like the psi-blast by channeling it through an empty gun, kind of like a dowsing rod effect? Other agents think he has no powers until you give him a proper channeling tool.

Woah, that’s a really cool idea! I’ve always just figured that he’d be a powerful psychic, but him having difficulties actually accessing it is way more interesting! Now I’m curious about what methods he’d come up with for managing his other powers…?

Maybe the other Wildcards would try to help him with that too, once they realize that the standard psychic training doesn’t work. I feel like Eddie would try to encourage him to try music, since that’s what helped him with his channeling problems. (kind of an opposite problem for him, but maybe it does wind up working out for Nelson in some situations?)

I also love this concept because like.. i always seem to default to Nelson being the “main” protag in this au, and giving him more roadblocks to overcome makes that more interesting! Anyway, I’m curious to see where you take it, this concept is rife with possibilities! I’d love to see this fic once it’s ready!

[pwntastica]

Since everyone is doing Gravity Falls theme covers, this is one Allen did a couple years ago. Lyrics written by some guy named jesterofpeace.

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garv manocha - (ghosts)

tingling up your spine the wanderer's sigh eyes at your back mists you can't see melting clocks broken horses hands turning blue clenching your falling fingers breathe hallowed airs feeling morning chills