My hopes for my depression to disappear is like my hopes to approve my assignments of quantification non-existent , yet i believe in the final approve.
Just finished ferrying several cousins and friends and their neighbors who decided they weren't going to vote when they lost their ride. Had to stuff two in the trunk space. My tiny hatchback was briefly a clown car of democracy.
This is a post to thank all the amazing people who has welcomed me in the Good Omens fandom these last couple days, the people who has commented, shared my status, reblogged, started following me, etc. You all are so sweet, so... Thank you! ❤️
Little update (to the ones who have been asking):
So I have just finished episode 2 of season 2 and now I'm truly convinced they feel something for the other. Personally, I love the way Crowley treats Aziraphael because he is always taking care of him one way or the other and is quick to change his mind to help his friend (boyfriend) and I just LOVE how Aziraphael looks at Crowley... Like with so much love and understanding 😭
Few memorable moments from episode 1&2, S2:
1. "Look at you, you're gorgeous!" I really loved how cute Aziraphael looked in that moment, because maybe he thought Crowley was saying it to him???
2. The I was wrong dance!!! Please tell me there is another scene with that dance. It was so cringy hahahaha 🤣🤣🤣
3. "That sounds... Lonely" nah, babes... You'll always be together (Hopefully).
4. I have noticed that both Aziraphael and Crowley used their wings to protect each other from something? Like from the rain and meteors (those were meteors, right??). It was so lovely!
5. Them tricking God & Satan to protect Job, Sitis and their children ❤️ (I loved watching Tennant Father and Tennant Son acting together on screen!!)
I believe in not only corrupting eggs to transition to men but to light fires under the asses of men who transition but stop taking it seriously for whatever reason. With enough repeated failure and desires left unsatisfied, even these big shot, loud and angry, rowdy tboys start to have that soft boy fetishized weakness rigomoroll shit catch up with them. They start to familiarize and hide behind their own percieved inferiority, these hot young soldiers with all this potential losing steam and left to reminisce while they're still half-baked, a bunch of poor bastards. Steam powered, roided inertia slows to a vapid convention and stops at a stale, repetitive restriction of depleted self esteem. The raw abrasion of transition wears off and the bullshit we deal with as men wears on us, makes us minimize ourselves, keeps us bound to the same old same old, always for the best.
Doesn't have to be the case. In an age of mediocrity and the demonization of queer masculinity, be that man. If you feel unhappy and discontent and you don't know how, take your transition a little more seriously. You don't just do it once, you come out and take the steroids, heehee hoohoo i'm pinocchio and the blue fairy made me a real boy and you're done forever happily ever after. Masculinity is about constantly challenging yourself, and if you're being challenged as a man constantly it can be a sign of a good thing. You will grow in the face of, in spite of, and because of adversity. Shoot things. Hit things. Fucking stand up for yourself and stop letting people walk all over you. Step outside of your comfort zone. Make yourself dangerous. Make others dangerous. Walk the streets with no fear knowing if somebody gives you shit you've broken yourself in so many times you're equipped to deal with it. Don't slow down and remember who the fuck you are.
Claire: Full on throws herself at Carmy unapologetically and from her perspective, has a perfect relationship with him. / Overhears him say one negative thing about the relationship and has made no attempt to come back into his life.
Sydney: Gives her all to the actual Carmy and the restaurant and has continued to do so, and only walked when he disrespected her a bit more than usual. / Came back after he gifted her a place in a fucked restaurant. / Sydney still deals with the same bs and has a panic attack over leaving Carmy and the restaurant/what she'll choose/the way Carmy has treated her etc etc etc because she cares so much.
no thoughts head empty the oppressive stagnancy of legacy in ever after high dragging me round the block yet again
it's such a shame that we get so little explanation about the actual mechanics of destiny, which is the entire premise of the show, bc it's so juicy. like what power does destiny hold when you rip away milton's lies and centuries of assumptions and traditions. esp bc despite raven signing herself as the evil queen in the real storybook of legends, when the snow white fairytale actually happens in dragon games she's playing one of the seven dwarves and her mother has reprised her role. like how much of that was because of the characters' actions and how much was destiny pulling on old, familiar threads. keeps me up at night.
a lot of this is probably just like, plot holes and writer hot potato but i like making it that deep, that's half of the fun. my personal interpretation is that fate is a wild thing that desires repetition and they developed the system of fairytale legacy bloodlines to keep those repetitions predictable and contained, instead of wreaking havoc whenever and wherever they please.
which lends itself to some really juicy exploration of how legacy is a duty as much as it is a privilege, and how to be a princess or a witch or a hero or a dragon is to be the same thing in the end: the lamb destiny slaughters on the altar to sate the ever-ravenous narrative. to keep the flock safe. keep the unknown that prowls beyond the beaten path at bay. because if a there is always a mother who will be cruel, or a maiden who will fall into a sleep like death, or a child who will become a bird, isn’t it better to know who, and how, and when? isn’t better if it’s you, who has known your whole life that you must be eaten, be poisoned, be stripped of your humanity, rather than anybody else, who wasn’t raised to see it as an honour instead of a great and terrible injustice?
The underarm tickling gifs and videos lately have been INSANE and I am clearly letting myself get distracted by feet and tummy too often.
They're so vulnerable when they're all stretched out... there's almost something a bit embarrassing about how ticklish they can be. (Any embarrassment you might feel is cute, by the way.) There's all these different areas and parts to explore, soft curves and crevices, all of which respond differently to different touches and tools... And when you stray off the armpits to the undersides of their arms, lees always look SO shocked when they're THAT ticklish there...
My favorite part of all, though, might be that your face is RIGHT there. You're not going to miss a word of my verbal teasing. I'm not going to miss any of your responses, if you're the type to fight back (and I love your type). Most of all, I'm not going to miss a single reaction like I would all the way down at your feet, or playing with your pretty tummy (whether I'm occupied with using my mouth or just watching it quiver). I can easily enjoy your laugh - how it looks on you, and how it changes as I switch spots or techniques. See what makes your eyes widen with surprise. See your face scrunch up when you can't take any more of my tormenting that one spot. Try to get you to throw your head back, or thrash it around. I can make direct eye contact while hovering my tools and hands just over your spots, making you wait, making you squirm, making you grin and giggle in anticipation, or you could protest, beg, or banter right back in my face. Maybe I could even kiss your neck while I'm getting those underarms - it's in reach. So is the rest of your face...
Yeah. Good spot. Should not be overlooked. Reminder to myself.
kinky smut // rated X // 20.5k
tagging @today-in-fic @ao3feed-msr
“You want me to… dominate you?” he asks, in the careful tones of a man who has just spotted a glittering treasure chest across the room and is testing the floor for booby traps.
Mulder and Scully have some good kinky fun. Pure, dirty, smutty smut.
Posting the prologue today, the rest tomorrow. I'm not teasing, I'm building antici ....................... pation. 😜