jane | 20s | they/them | tagsalways talking, writing, dreaming about good omens
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hey man it was wonderful to giggle with you tonight…
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i should only be charged a symbolic amount of 10 cents for my groceries because i have kind eyes and my intentions are pure
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people in books and tv shows are always getting so upset they throw an untouched meal in the trash. that would never be me. i'd receive the worst news of my life and still be like Let me put this in the fridge.
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i haven't been playing tumblr as much because i've been outside inhaling pollen
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This year for pride month I want trans people to be alive. Thank you.
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Wicked (2024) // Wicked: For Good (2025)
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them: you better not be wistful and contemplative
me:

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Louis playing the emojis game by guessing the kids TV shows they represent
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A Cock and Bull Story (Rated E, 10K words)
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When Crowley wanders into a labyrinth in Greece, he expects a quick rescue mission. Help Aziraphale find his way out, before treating him to oysters and wine. He certainly doesn't expect to find a minotaur instead of an angel, waiting for him. A gorgeously soft minotaur, with familiar blue eyes. One that doesn't seem to recognise him, and yet will not stop touching him.

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Crowley took off. As quickly as he could, he dashed out of the clearing, clutching the red thread between his fingers. It took a few moments, before he could hear Aziraphale give chase, the sound of his hooves hitting the ground in a gallop. The minotaur also let out a sound, a delighted little growl that made Crowley's knees shake. It was pretend, they both knew. A game of cat and mouse, with no victors and no real stakes. The demon almost felt giddy as he dashed around a corner, turning briefly to glance at Aziraphale. There might have even been a gleeful squeal slithering out of his mouth, at the image of the minotaur walking behind him. Not running, nothing quite as strenuous, but still quick enough to make short work of the distance between them. It was pretend. Until it wasn't. Crowley felt the change in the air, like a bolt of solar energy, flashing through his bones, turning them into dust. It was Aziraphale's breathing, soft sounds and happy growls turning deep, turning rumbling. And then, then the minotaur ran. Crowley never even stood a chance.
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Manifesting them being insufferably handsy in season 3
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on the count of 3 we are all going to wake up and it was just a bad dream are you ready
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i know a place! *brings you into my arms and hugs you*
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getting big 45 minute vibes from this 15 minute recipe
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