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Sad little Eden and s2 Crowley doodle

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Snake Crowley <3

Season two hurt me so bad so now I‘m making silly little fanart :')

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LATER

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Good Omens Textposts Part 1

Part 2

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2024.04.03

MIA for weeks, but back with official news of passing the licensure exam ✌🏻

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“You couldn’t go twenty-four hours without my coffee,” Ianto taunted, staring resolutely at Jack whose began to cross his arms arrogantly over his chest.

“I lived before coffee was invented, Ianto,” Jack stated.

Ianto raised a perfect brow, doubtfully.

“I did!” Jack exclaimed, hands finding his hips as Ianto chuckled subtly.

“I’m sure, sir.”

“I did,” he stated more firmly.

A small smirk teased at the edges of Ianto’s lips, “Care to bet?”

“Twenty-four hours?”

“Twenty-four hours.”

“You’re on, Jones, Ianto Jones.”

A single finger pressed firmly against the button of the stopwatch, the shine of the silver echoing the glimmer dancing in Ianto’s eyes as he turned and walked out of Jack’s office, assuring that his boss’s eyes were locked on the flesh of his backside hidden by the thin material of his slacks.

Hours later, Ianto leaned back, welcoming the cool touch of the counter behind him. His eyelids fluttered as the warmth of his best brew flooded his senses, cascading easily down the back of his throat. He let the mug ease back from his heat-reddened lips, sighing as he basked in the moment of rest and pleasure of taste.

As he attempted to drown out the chaos of the Hub, Ianto missed the hungry gaze of his boss peering at him from his office.

His eyes snapped open as he heard his name bellowed from the intercom, “Ianto. My office. Now.”

Ianto smirked to himself as he quickly took a swig of the coffee in hand before following the familiar path up to Jack’s office.

As he crossed the threshold, he paused, gently asking, “Sir?”

Jack stalked forward, predatory gaze sliding up the figure of his Welshman, lingering on the faded stain of brown clinging to the edge of pink lips.

“Ianto,” Jack growled hungrily, moving to press his lips against Ianto’s, finding a warm cheek instead.

Stepping back slightly, eyes scrunched in confusion, he watched as the teasing smirk returned to Ianto’s face as he pulled the stopwatch from his pocket, holding it out for Jack to see.

“Five hours. Not even close, sir.”

Belligerent, Jack exclaimed, “I haven’t had any coffee!”

“No,” Ianto nearly purred stepping close to Jack, breath ghosting over Jack’s ear, “But I have, sir,” before pulling back.

“Ianto!” Jack groaned as he felt himself harden further in his slacks. “That’s cheating!”

“Not cheating, sir. Simply playing by the rules,” he replied, eyes twinkling.

“Screw the rules,” he said as he pressed against Ianto, lapping at the heaven of coffee and Ianto’s own flavor playing against his tongue.

As Jack pulled back for air, Ianto breathlessly joked, “I knew you couldn’t go twenty-four hours without my coffee.”

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There's nothing cozier. x

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February 12-16, 2024

This week was interesting in the sense that each day felt like I was wasting my time but looking back, it turns out it wasn't the case. Like I made desserts with my mom, tutored everyday, read books, did 2 months worth of laundry, translated a bit and caught up with some of my Islamic studies classes this week. I also spent a lot of time playing games alsjkdf that may be the issue here-

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social media vs reality: my desk

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they should let you end academic papers on "idk if this makes sense at all lol"

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Daily Doodle Day 191

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Little fruits 🍓🍓

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Me: I shouldn't disturb Neil Gaiman. I shouldn't send an ask unless I really have no way of getting the information otherwise. I'll check old interviews and all the articles that vaguely mention the subject. Of course it goes without saying that I'll read though the FAQ in its entirety. Only then, will I send an ask. However, I'd be very polite and praise his work, as anyone would. I'd also keep it short, because I don't want to waste his time. But I'd keep it very very respectful. I'd be sending a message to a very talented, amazing author that deals with god knows how many like me. Or I'd just stay in the dark and not send him an ask. Yeah, I'll do that.

My Dash:

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“Being positive isn’t pretending that everything is good. It’s seeing the good in everything.”

— Ask-Angels.com

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Wow everyone is going through it. Hold my hand

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me trying to convince myself that the whole spectrum of human emotions is a good and necessary thing to feel even if its not comfortable while im actively experiencing emotions that make me feel like my bones are being dissolved in acid

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School work and art block really got me

So I'm drawing an emotional support papyrus