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whiskyarts · 9 months
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so, ruin?
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blind0raven · 4 months
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Basically what Jack did to finally convince Leona to play:
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cristinaecho · 8 months
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The Mug
Aziraphale had a ridiculous number of cups. Not because he liked them, not exactly.
It wasn't an obsession or anything... there was just something about cups.
He loved drinking tea and hot chocolate, and he seemed to have made it his mission to find the right cup for every hot beverage.
Now, although he was quite happy with his tea cups, he seemed to struggle to find a satisfactory cup for hot chocolate.
Crowley didn't understand it.
"Give it a rest, they are cups! One is just as good as the other." He would say.
"The right cup for the right drink contributes to the right level of comfort!" Aziraphale would argue.
Crowley would roll his eyes and change the subject.
He just didn't get it.
One winter's day in the early 1990s, Crowley was walking through the streets of London, thinking about what his next demonic act was going to be (a new kind of little sauce packets that wouldn't open properly seemed like a good idea), when something in the window of a small shop in Covent Garden caught his eye.
He stopped, considering for a few moments, then walked in.
When he went to the bookshop that evening, he deftly and nonchalantly snuck into the back room and made a small addition to the angel's collection of cups.
Aziraphale didn't notice; he retrieved his coat and they went out for a lovely dinner at the Ritz.
It was only a couple of days later that the angel noticed the new item on his shelf. It was a mug. An all-white mug with a handle in the shape of an angel's wings. Aziraphale stared at it for a few seconds, confused, flabbergasted. Where did it come from?
He picked it up and examined it carefully, then a soft smile appeared on his face.
There was only one explanation... Crowley.
The angel smiled more and held the mug closer to his chest, blushing a little, his eyes sparkling with joy.
That same night, Crowley went to the bookshop.
He was sprawled out on the sofa, lazily reading the entertainment section in the newspaper, when Aziraphale came out of the back room and sat down in his armchair, right in front of him. He was holding a steaming mug; not just any mug. It was The Mug.
The angel smiled to himself and took a sip, almost theatrically, letting out a soft but very deliberate moan of delight that immediately caught Crowley's attention.
The demon noticed the mug and stiffened for a moment, then went back to his usual nonchalance and looked back at the newspaper.
"New mug?" He asked, casually.
The smile on Aziraphale's face widened. He decided to play along.
"Yes... do you like it?"
Crowley flipped through the pages, continuing to act uninterested.
"I told you, angel... to me one is just as good as the other."
A pause, then the demon swallowed a little, suddenly looking slightly nervous.
"Do you... like it?" He asked, his eyes still fixed on the newspaper.
Aziraphale couldn't help but feel a warm feeling spreading through his chest.
"Yes..." he said. "I like it very much. In fact, I think it might be my favourite mug."
Crowley flipped through the pages.
"Good..." he said, his voice more feeble than he intended. He cleared his throat.
"Then hopefully I will never have to listen to your endless monologues about cups again." Continued the demon.
Aziraphale smiled affectionately.
"No... I guess you won't."
"Great."
Aziraphale just looked at him with infinite love, continuing to smile like a fool.
Crowley shot him a quick glance.
"What?" He said, forcing himself to sound annoyed.
Aziraphale smiled more.
"Thank you."
Crowley stiffened again and shifted a little on the sofa, looking uncomfortable.
"Ngk... just drink your stupid hot chocolate..."
Aziraphale chuckled lightly to himslef and took another sip.
Crowley, hidden behind the newspaper, allowed himself a small, satisfied smile.
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vocaju · 1 year
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daixchameleon · 7 months
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ronanceisintheair · 1 year
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Nancy when Robin is listening a bit too well and dissecting her Victor Creel *shot in the dark* theory: I am unwell. I am very unwell. I have been heard, but at what cost. What cost? Looking foolish in front of the cute girl who now thinks I'm delusional...I'm going to spiral right now!
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monsterfloofs · 7 months
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Sabrina (Female Siren) x Anonymous Librarian Reader
(Floofs wobbles back onto the writing train. Whoo whoo!! Have a small silly thing I was typing while I was waiting for dinner to be done cooking. A cute siren lady, and a mutual crush ⛦◜▿◝ )
The children's corner of your local library had a new reader. One that could soothe even the most rambunctious of children. She was short and squat, with flyaway hair that made her look as if she had been caught in a hurricane on her way to the library. Past the wild mess of peppery hair she had a face that knew laughter like an old friend. A heart shaped face with a round nose and black almond eyes that sparkled.
She came in wearing shawls with tassels, a multitude of scarfs, clothes with wild colors that contrasted the browns and greys of her hair and feathers. 
The children adored her, and you did too. When she bustled in, you just about dropped your armload of books to try and help her set up for her reading days. Talking about books and listening to her chatter about her favorite picks for the week. You tried not to smile too widely, or have your heart melt too much while she was around.
“What’s on your schedule for this week, Rina?” You asked casually, feeling both sly and caught red handed at the same time. 
“A little bit of this and that!” She chirruped as the both of you busied yourselves with cleaning up the children’s corner. Her flock had come and gone, leaving toys and blocks scattered in their wake. While she was reading they were angels, however the little scamps still found enough time to make a royal mess in their wake. 
You dug out a flat wooden dinosaur from the cushion of the sofa. Turning the chunky puzzle piece over in your hands as you thought of what to say next. You had gotten farther than you had expected, and you now stood on the edge of uncharted territory. You studied the green smiling caricature on the puzzle. As if it’s plain beady eyes could give you direction of what to say next.
“Would you–”
“Oh hey!” Sabrina cut you off, and you look up startled.
“I know this is sudden,” She huffs, her voice turning into a breathless jumble. “But last week you mentioned there was a movie playing in theaters thatyouwantedtosee. Would you– Wouldyoupossiblymaybebefreethisweekend?”
You stare outright before feeling your mouth stretch into a wide smile. Your cheeks aching from trying to contain your joy.
“YES!” You cheered before turning meek. Looking around to see a number of patrons glaring at you from the loud proclamation. 
“Thatwouldbejustdandy,” You whispered as Sabrina threw her head back and cackled with silent laughter.
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gierosajie · 1 year
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I've been thinking about a slight canon divergent au these past two weeks where the Traveller doesn't find Venti at Windrise at the end of the Mondstadt Archon Quest and turns out Venti had fainted like a victorian maiden or however that saying goes in the middle of the street because he decided to walk there
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Me pretending to have just woken up hearing my name when in reality I've been waking up hourly and forcing myself to sleep so I was awake when I needed to be.
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i feel so sorry for that kid on the submersible who didn’t want to go, and it still makes me upset that someone would read something that says death 3 times, and still take his child on it, and if someone saying that, “He would have never taken his child if he knew the risks.” He read about it, I hope?? Maybe he was just too excited. 
Especially before such a life-threatening trip like that. I hope his  devastated aunt and his family get the closure they need. 
But you’re not going to automatically make responsible decisions the second you turn 18. 
He’s 19.  He is with his dad. He’s still a kid to me. It took me years to start saying no to my Dad, like no I do not want to go on this trip. 
It took me years beyond 19 to gain some sense of independent thought from my parents. 
That being said, can people leave the Titanic alone? I’ve read that the guy was just using it as a wealthy tourist trap to eventually work with oil and gas companies. So he was just profiting off a tragedy at the end of the day. And his wife is the great great grand daughter of two of the victims of the titanic. Not that that seems to mean much anyway to them. 
Now he gets to be part of the legend I guess?? 
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yelenapines · 2 years
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byler s3 fight
Will: You are so incredebly oblivious you’re tearing us apart! Where’s Dustin? You don’t know bcs you don’t care anymore!
Mike:... you’re gay
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iwasbored777 · 2 years
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June: I killed your husband lol.
Serena: Who's gonna raise my kid now?
June: I will obviously. *throws adoption papers on the table*
Serena: I won't give you my baby.
June: Of course not but you also won't raise it alone. I want shared custody and I won't take no for an answer.
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cristinaecho · 9 months
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My favourite part is when Aziraphale realises that the Metatron was trying to trick him and tells him to fuck off and that he'll never rob him of the wonderful life he and the love of his life have built together and then runs towards Crowley and throws himself into his arms and kisses him.
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benedettabeby · 1 year
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Oh look in this new episode of NCIS son and daughter in law go to the airport to welcome Pop Pop DiNozzo.
Tali is at school now but she’ll be very happy when she’ll return and see Pop pop
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taketwoinink · 1 year
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art by me, quote from @generalluxun
[Image ID: A small flower growing up the crack in a large rock. The flower hasn't blossomed yet. To the right is text saying "We want to see young things grow". Below that is another young flower, planted in soil. It's next to the words "We want to see people bloom". There's a third flower, which is an older version of the second flower that was planted in the soil. It is now blossoming and surrounded by small fern-like plants. The words "Flowers growing in fertile soil are lovely" are around it. To its right is the first flower, now much bigger, thriving in the rock it was planted it. It's fully bloomed. The words next to it read "Flowers growing on barren earth are an inspiration". All in all, the entire text goes as follows: "We want to see young things grow. We want to see people bloom. Flowers growing in fertile soil are lovely. Flowers growing on barren earth are an inspiration."]
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spookysplatt · 8 months
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Looked pretty cool this summer and was very confident but the weird nerdy twink look went away right before school started what happened
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