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Nico: The Ocean is a soup.

Percy:

Percy: Do elaborate.

Nico: What are needed for something to be a soup?

Percy: Erm... Water, salt, some form of vegetation, and personally I prefer some meat in mine.

Nico: *Tilts head*

Percy: The Ocean is a Soup.

Nico: The Ocean is a Soup.

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the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object

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I love trying to parse together anything about the Doctor's Academy years. He was a "terror" for 120 years. He regenerated one teacher and nearly regenerated a second one. He had no friends until school. he put a teacher in a time loop. He made a bacteria that put multi cellular lifeforms into a coma. He was in a band. It took him two tries to graduate with the bare minimum grade. No one can agree how long he went to school for or if he even graduated. He has a doctorate in cheese making. His friends kept trying to get him to join a rebellion and the government kept erasing his memory about it. The doctor is recorded to have attended a gallifreyan university that doesn't exist.

Like, what is this? I love this. Everything and nothing is canon and the world is a beautiful place.

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This is incredible!

Zoozve, my beloved

#science #zoozve

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Hello!

Hi! Welcome to my blog, I hope you like it and find inspiration to maybe write your own stories

General

My name is Amy, but I like the nickname Demon, because I think of myself as a little devil. I like reading, writing (the best I can) and listening to music (mostly Taylor Swift). My pronouns are she/her. I am Autistic and I have ADHD

On this blog, I’m planning on posting and reblogging fandom-related stuff, way too much Taylor Swift content, and the rare pic of a cute animal (mostly my pets) or sunset.

About Me

😈 I’m in many fandoms, but notably I like Doctor Who, Good Omens, and Taylor Swift!

😈 I am Australian 🇦🇺

😈 I’ve always loved reading, and recently I have tried writing my own stories and re-writing songs with my younger brother.

😈 I take an interesting history class (I’m a minor btw) and I love learning and reading about the colonization of Australia but from the First Nations Peoples point of view (some of that content might come up. It is eye-opening about what I learnt)

😈 I love wolves, lions, black panthers, dogs, cats, and (you people will think this is weird) snakes.

My Writing

I love to write random little things but I am incredibly new to writing. Most of my writing will be cringy, just a heads-up. It will also be mostly about Doctor Who and Good Omens. The stories will probably be short.

If you made it down this far, thanks for reading, I would really appreciate it if you could consider following me so that more of my writing (hopefully if I don't have too much homework) and random posts get seen!

Byeee 👋🏻

P.S. I am crazy as well.

#welcome to my blog #about myself

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This is very funny. now I want to go to that zoo

#animals #zoos #orangutan

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Help

Does anyone know where I can find 11th Doctor x y/n platonic relationship fanfics?? Some help would be great 😘😘

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Lockdown Blues

Aziraphale x GN!Reader x Crowley

Summary: Remember that time everyone went crazy and made sourdough?

Requests: Open!

Warnings: Enough baked goods to make exactly 8 human stomachs explode.

"Right," a voice said from behind you.

You shrieked, whirling around and brandishing your hairbrush in defense... only to see Crowley standing there, giving you a look caught between amusement and confusion.

"Hgk."

"Fucking hell, Crowley, you can't just randomly appear in people's bedrooms," you said with a sigh. You put your brush down so that you could rub your temples. "I know you're a demon and all, but I didn't think I'd need to explain this."

"You -- oh, shut up," he growled, waving at you dismissively. "It's an emergency. Pack your cat." He paused, thoughtfully. "... And a bag, I s'pose."

"And where do you think I'll be going? The whole continent's closed."

"I'm taking you to the bookshop, where you will be staying until this damned lockdown blows over."

"I -- Crowley, you can't just come here and drag me away to be held hostage in the bookshop."

Crowley sighed, rolling his eyes. "I -- look -- I told you it was an emergency, didn't I?"

"Yeah, but then you just left it there? If you could elaborate, that'd be great.

He sighed again. "It's -- listen -- the angel -- Aziraphale is getting... weird."

You blinked rapidly a few times. "He's... he's what?"

"No time," Crowley said, coming to herd you up. "C'mon. Grab the cat. Grab some essentials. Let's go."

You reluctantly did as you were told, doing your best to pack some clothes, toiletries, a laptop, a fussy cat, and a few other things, all while an antsy demon followed you around urging you to move faster. You had half a mind to be annoyed, but you could tell Crowley was strangely serious about this, and that stopped you.

For the most part, at least.

Finally, you'd gathered everything you needed into three bags plus Ralph's carrier. Crowley, without any prompting, took the two biggest bags into his hands, then held out his elbow for you to take.

With nothing but a rucksack over one shoulder and Ralph's carrier in the opposite hand, you wound your free hand around Crowley's twiggy little arm, and the two of you vanished with a whoosh.

Only to appear, near instantaneously, within the confines of the bookshop.

You took a moment to remind yourself how to breathe before you crouched down and set the cat carrier on the floor. Ralph growled, no doubt a little wigged out from the disorienting mode of travel, but the moment you opened the carrier, he trotted out like nothing had happened.

"Crybaby," you sighed affectionately before pushing yourself back up to a stand. "Okay, where's the angel?"

You were hit rather suddenly with two realizations -- number one, Crowley was gone, and number two, you could smell... well, the best way to describe it was a fully stocked bakery. The scent was overwhelmingly of the general concept of bread, but you could smell sweeter treats as well -- vanilla, cinnamon, cooked fruits, chocolate, and so on.

Well, that didn't really bode particularly well, did it?

You hesitantly made your way up the stairs in the back and into the flat, wandering until you found the kitchen. Crowley was there, standing against the wall with Ralph held gently in his arms. How either of them had managed to get up here without you noticing, you didn't know.

At the stove, simmering what smelled like what would eventually be blackcurrant jam, stood Aziraphale. He whipped around at the sound of Ralph's hungry meow and jumped when he saw you all standing there, staring at him.

"You weren't kidding," you said, throwing a look over to Crowley. "He really has gone weird."

"I know," Crowley responded. He made a sound at the back of his throat as he nodded his head towards the angel. "That's why we're having this intervention."

"I'm sorry, this what?" Aziraphale yelped. "Please! You're so dramatic, Crowley. Here, dear," he said, turning towards you with a pastry in hand. "Try this?"

You shot another look to Crowley, silently asking permission. He only sighed and rolled his eyes in response, so you shrugged and took a bite. It was...

Well, he'd clearly made it by hand.

He was watching you, and you knew he wanted your opinion, and you knew he wanted it honest, but you'd never had the heart to give him bad news, so you smiled and put a thumb up.

"Oh, good!" he said cheerfully.

When he turned around to return to his jam, you quickly motioned for Crowley to get you some water. He miracled you a glass and handed it over, and you drank it in three long drags.

"Bit heavy on the salt?" he asked quietly, to which you replied with a vigorous nod.

"What was that, dear?" Aziraphale asked.

"Nothing!" you and Crowley both said.

This was ridiculous, you thought. You could tell Aziraphale he was using too much salt. That was easy. Right? Right. You sucked in a deep breath to prepare yourself, and then released it in one big huff.

"Maybe -- erm, maybe, I think, it could use..."

"Yes, dear?" Aziraphale asked, turning to look at you with such loving eyes, so trusting and beautiful.

Fuck.

"Nothing. I was wrong. Sorry. Continue."

He smiled so joyfully as he turned back to his jam.

You chanced a glance at Crowley, who was glaring at you.

"Coward," he hissed.

"I know," you whimpered, burying your face in your hands.

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*after aziraphale left them alone in the bookshop for five minutes*

Crowley: *to the tune of the final countdown* ITS A MENTAL BREAKDOWN

Y/N: *off-key kazoo playing*

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MUST REBLOG!!

ATTENTION ALL GIRLS AND LADIES: if you walk from home, school, office or anywhere and you are alone and you come across a little boy crying holding a piece of paper with an address on it, DO NOT TAKE HIM THERE! take him straight to the police station for this is the new 'gang' way of rape. The incident is getting worse. Warn your families. Reblog this so this message can get accross to everyone.

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Once read, read it from the bottom line. Line by line.

I am part of a lost generation

and I refuse to believe that

I can change the world

I realize this may be a shock but

“Happiness comes from within.”

is a lie, and

“Money will make me happy.”

So in 30 years I will tell my children

they are not the most important thing in my life

My employer will know that

I have my priorities straight because

work

is more important than

family

I tell you this

Once upon a time

Families stayed together

but this will not be true in my era

This is a quick fix society

Experts tell me

30 years from now, I will be celebrating the 10th anniversary of my divorce

I do not concede that

I will live in a country of my own making

In the future

Environmental destruction will be the norm

No longer can it be said that

My peers and I care about this earth

It will be evident that

My generation is apathetic and lethargic

It is foolish to presume that

There is hope.

And all of this will come true unless we choose to reverse it.

I’m really really annoyed right now, today I have seen countless posts about my generation (Gen Z) and how hopeless we are, addicted to tech, terrified of the real world etc. It just makes me sad. It reminded me of this awesome palindrome poem that my best friend sent me a while back. I’m still annoyed but not so much now.

#lost generation

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#doctor who #tenth doctor #donna #donna noble #wild blue yonder

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The show is just beginning. Worldwide premiere. Donna Noble, this is for you.

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The Doctor Who special was way too afraid of angst. Donna’s grandfather is gone? Oh no, actually he’s in a retirement home. The Doctor has angst to let out or fear to feel over Donna? No, there isn’t time. Donna dies? Never mind, that’s too sad :( so she’s alive now in a really cheesy way.

It could have gone there. It could have! Constant setups, and constant letdowns.

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