adverbian
adverbian
adverbian
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years go by, will I still be waiting (she/her. elder millennial.) https://archiveofourown.org/users/adverbianProfile pic: "The bottlecap that wanted to be an adverb" by quinn.anya is licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0 . Header image: "Forest" by targut is licensed under CC BY 2.0 .
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adverbian · 2 minutes ago
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housewives were not banging out spirk fanfiction in the 60s for you to be AI generating your fic
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adverbian · 50 minutes ago
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Happy six months since season 2 dropped
This is a wellness check
….u ok?
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adverbian · 58 minutes ago
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this Conversation pit is ruining my life
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adverbian · 2 hours ago
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Among the Wildflowers
Fandom: Good Omens | Relationship: Aziraphale/Crowley | Category: M/M | Rated: E | Words 5,252 | Chapters 1/1 | Author: scullyphile
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A @goodomensafterdark Pride Gift Exchange 2025 sex pollen fic for @lydiablackblade 😇/😈/🪴
Thank you to my lovely betas @missunderstoodlyrics and @sazzyfics
Tags: sex pollen, gay pride, enthusiastic consent, truth serum, plants, flowers, bottom aziraphale, top crowley, first kiss, first time, love confessions, oral sex, anal sex, kissing, snogging, wings
Summary:
Crowley purchases a strange plant from a vendor at Pride. It doesn't know how to mind its own business nor keep its vines to itself. (see also: sex pollen + truth serum = fun for everyone)
Excerpt:
Once they’re alone, the tendrils of the plant reach out and curl around Aziraphale’s wrist like a bracelet. It tickles. Aziraphale doesn't know a lot about plants, but he's not familiar with any that possess the ability to move that quickly. He makes a conscious effort to sound casual when he says, "Crowley, my dear, your new plant seems rather friendly." "What's that, angel?" Crowley peeks around the corner for a moment before there's a clink of glass, and he steps out into full view with two wine glasses between his long, slender fingers and a bottle of red in his other hand. Then he saunters over, and isn't that a feast of lithe, slithery motion? His hips slink and pop, and his fingernails tap on the globe of one of the glasses. Tink, tink. "Erm, friendly. I said your new plant grabbed me. You see?" Aziraphale tugs to hold his arm out in front of him, where Crowley can see it better. "Frisky fellow."
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adverbian · 3 hours ago
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i love spotting the differences between aziracrow's dynamic in the book vs the show because in the book they very much give "established queerplatonic couple in their late 30's/early 40's", meanwhile in the show they're in a disastrous 6000-year situationship and both act like teenage girls having their first wlw experience while looking like middle-aged men.
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adverbian · 4 hours ago
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That’s a sight that makes a parent’s heart twitch. Nightshade in the cherry tomatoes
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adverbian · 5 hours ago
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saying "are you haunted? are you fucking possessed?" is my favorite way to express my taking issue with someone else's behavior. like brother you are acting so strange and unlike yourself that the only explanation is you are being tormented by a spirit of some kind.
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adverbian · 6 hours ago
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A woman Ive never seen before in my life just showed up at the dildo store, asked for me by name, handed me a business card for the local clown academy, gave me four cans of Chef Boyardee mini ravioli in a bag, and left
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adverbian · 7 hours ago
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*Mutual reblogs something you posted*
Me: They still like me. Thank God.
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adverbian · 7 hours ago
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My family had an NES when I was growing up and my dad liked it too. We’d go to thrift stores and grab random cartridges some weekends. One of the games was called Lolo and it was like 99 floors. You were a little blue guy, Lolo. Utterly harmless and trying to navigate the many traps and trials of the tower.
As a family we’d been working through the levels, slowly ascending the tower together and every so often the game would give a code to skip to an upper floor and lock in our progress.
One day it was just my dad and I at home. I was in trouble for some childish misdeed and supposed to be staying in my room, but my dad was playing Lolo so I snuck out of my room to watch. I moved soundlessly over the squeaky wooden hallway and posted to behind the couch where I could still see the TV. We’d been stuck on a specific floor and we knew it was the one that would drop a code so we could skip back to this level. He was at it for a while.
I watched him do a risky maneuver, thinking to myself that it was a pretty ballsy strategy as he only had one life left.
But to our mutual surprise it worked; he succeeded in clearing the floor. In his euphoria he jumped up and whooped, running to my room, so full of joy he needed to share the moment with me. I froze and watched him run down the hall. He looked into my room then looked around in puzzlement, finally spotting me behind the couch.
We stared at each other. I waited to see if I was in more trouble but instead he exclaimed, “You saw me! I did it!”
I jumped up to celebrate with him and we recommenced playing together, excited to see the new level he’d revealed. My earlier misdeed and the sin of sneaking away from the first punishment were both washed away in jubilation. He was just too happy he’d been witnessed.
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adverbian · 7 hours ago
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Thanks for the tag, @brenna !
Fic Nostalgia Tag Game
Share the fic you posted as close to exactly one year ago as possible. You can just post a link if you like, but feel free to talk about it too! How did you feel about this fic then, how do you feel now? Do you love it, hate it, has your writing changed at all? Anything you’d do differently in hindsight? Go nuts!
It’s a tie! A pair of smutty drabbles for @cemeteryangel725 : “Stay Me With Flagons” and “This Most Balmy Time” (both rated Explicit, each 100 words, both Good Omens Aziraphale/Crowley)
These were so much fun to write! I always love a drabble. The “100 words exactly” rule makes it feel like writing structured poetry, which I also love. The structure helps me focus on one intense little vignette of emotion.
Drabbles take a lot of fine-tuning — wording and rewording sentences to get it just right — and that’s fun to me, like solving a puzzle. I have an example in a reply to one comment:
The difference between ‘taking hold of’ and ‘gripping’ was hotly debated inside my head for an hour, because ‘gripping’ would free up two words, so I could add ‘spent’ to ‘They collapsed together,’ and say ‘Aziraphale kissed him’ in the last line instead of ‘Aziraphale whispered’…
I ought to write more drabbles.
No-pressure tags to @chlorine-and-daisies @may--hawk @ineffabildaddy and … anyone else who wants to play?
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adverbian · 8 hours ago
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adverbian · 9 hours ago
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btw you should absolutely read stuff you don't agree with. you should think critically about it. you should reflect and find different stimuli and maybe even form your own thought based on or opposed to it. ideas aren't contagious and reading words someone else has told you are "bad" won't infect you like a virus and make you "evil". read with your own brain.
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adverbian · 10 hours ago
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cleared so hard
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adverbian · 11 hours ago
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"The average Jew has four wives" factoid is actually just a statistical error. The average Jew has 1 wife. Wives Shlomo, who lived in Jerusalem and had 1,000 wives, is a statistical outlier and should not have been counted.
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adverbian · 11 hours ago
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Pretty incredible news to hear during tough times
Source.
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adverbian · 12 hours ago
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"I've asked Chatgpt this", "I've asked Grok that"; well, I asked Garak and everything is true, especially the lies.
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