#good things 2k22

[latitudesunknown]

happy birthdaaaaayyyyyyyyyy! i hope you have a great day and a wonderful year ahead 💚

Thank you so much! Your Good Things post are a daily gift, thank you for making my life brighter every day! <33333

[tklpilled]

i wouldn't mind

(aziraphale/crowley)

summary: aziraphale tries to make crowley laugh. usually, he fails.

a/n: merry christmas, @aaaxolotl !! i hope you enjoy your gift :) thank you so much to @hypahticklish for hosting this year! note that i haven’t seen good omens since it came out, sorry for any mischaracterisation!!

[this is a sfw tickle fic!]

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

A question gnaws at the back of Aziraphale’s mind.

He’s not sure where it came from, but he’s certain it won’t leave until he knows the answer. He glances at Crowley, who looks so at peace, but he has the terribly strong urge to ruin it. It seems silly to think about, really, but the more the question lingers the more Aziraphale craves to know.

Is Crowley…ticklish?

Aziraphale’s first thought is, no, of course not. His second thought is, but why not? There’s no reason why Crowley wouldn’t be. Aziraphale himself is rather sensitive in that way, so it isn’t like it’s a trait shared only by mortals. As he thinks about it more, Aziraphale finds he really, really wants to know. 

He can’t just ask, of course. The chances of Crowley lying are too high, and then Crowley would catch on to what he was doing and hide away any reactions he may have. Aziraphale has to be subtle about this.

He sits next to Crowley and extends his wing out, curling it around Crowley and pulling him into his side. Crowley pays no mind, leaning against Aziraphale and continuing to read the book he’d been given. Aziraphale hums quietly, then slips his wing under Crowley’s shirt so his feathers dance along bare skin. Very subtle.

Crowley twitches minutely, but otherwise shows no other signs of even feeling it. He says nothing, not even looking up at the angel. Internally, Aziraphale sighs—it’s almost external, too, until he remembers Crowley is there. Of course, this doesn’t mean Crowley isn’t ticklish. It simply means he’s either very good at concealing his reactions, or he’s just not ticklish in that particular spot. Both of which are equally possible.

Aziraphale reconsiders what he’s gotten himself into.

It’s years later when he tries again.

They sit side by side, and Aziraphale had purposefully placed his mug just out of reach. He waits until they’re both settled in, then leans across Crowley, placing his hand on the demon’s knee to steady himself. He gives his knee a small squeeze, bracing himself in case it does get a reaction.

It doesn’t.

Aziraphale readjusts his hand, trying not to seem suspicious, and squeezes again—this time at Crowley’s thigh. Again, nothing.

Aziraphale grabs his cup and sits back. Well.

Throughout their time together those few days, Aziraphale makes several attempts; he finds ways to poke at Crowley’s hips, nudge him in his ribs, prod under his arms, and it all results in failure. If Crowley’s caught on to what he’s doing, he doesn’t mention it, but maybe it would explain the lack of any reaction at all. Or maybe Crowley just isn’t ticklish, which is starting to seem more and more likely. Aziraphale is close to resigning his mission. It seems silly to think about, really. Why would a demon from Hell be something as childish as ticklish?

-

Crowley is ticklish.

Crowley. Is ticklish.

Told you so, says the part of Aziraphale’s brain that started this whole mess in the first place. He ignores it in favour of his newfound discovery.

He wouldn’t have even noticed if not for this whole ordeal. It was only a slight response, but as Aziraphale walked by, his wings brushed Crowley’s ear and then—there was a quiet, sharp intake of breath, and that was all Aziraphale needed.

“Are you alright?” asks Aziraphale, as if he has no clue what he’s just done.

“Of course, angel,” says Crowley, nonchalantly. Not suspecting a single thing.

Crowley’s head is turned, so Aziraphale takes the chance to raise his wing and repeat the action. Crowley, this time, flinches so subtly that it would go unnoticed on any other occasion. 

“Crowley,” begins Aziraphale, “you wouldn’t be ticklish, now, would you?”

Crowley tenses up. “Of course not,” he hums.

Aziraphale steps closer, as Crowley steps back. “So, if I—”

“Fine, angel, you’ve got me—”

“I think I need to test this new information.”

Crowley sighs, but he allows Aziraphale to move even closer to him. “This really won’t be necessa—hahary—c-cohome on nohow—-”

Aziraphale curls a few feathers around Crowley’s ear, and he absolutely relishes in the quiet giggles he receives in return. They’re softer than would be expected from someone like Crowley, but they carry a bit of his rasp, and they aren’t very loud either, but they’re from Crowley, so Aziraphale loves them regardless.

What makes it even better, in Aziraphale’s opinion, is how Crowley lets him continue for as long as he’d like.

[rogueddie]

For the prompts for October ... 18 👀

18 ; Fangs

Steve screams after he walks into the kitchen. On the other side of his back door is Eddie Munson- the same Eddie is dead, who's body they had to leave in a different dimension. The same Eddie who's still covered in dirt and blood, hellfire top shredded open.

He blinks, looking a little shocked at Steves reaction. Lifts his hand and gives a little wave, a nervous smile. He takes a few steps back, putting some distance between him and the door.

Steve, cautiously, opens the door. "Eddie?"

"Uh, yeah, hi," he gives another nervous wave. "I did... die, right? That did actually happen... right?"

"No, yeah, that... that happned." They stare at each other for a moment. "Sorry, what the hell? Is that really you? How are you here? I mean, alive but also... here."

"The portals are massive now? Runs all across town? Pretty hard to miss, dude. And I'm... I'm pretty sure I'm me? Sort of. I, uh, haven't thought about it that hard. I'm pretty sure it'll make me freak out."

"Thought about what?" Steve frowns when Eddie just shakes his head. He finally follows the temptation to step outside, walk closer. "I can't help if I don't know what we're dealing with."

"I can't... I don't think I can say it." His voice is getting higher, the same way it did in that boathouse. "It's... can I show you?"

"Yeah?"

Eddie nods, shifts a little, like he's gearing himself up. Then, he pulls back his upper lip, revealing fangs.

"That's not good."

Eddie snorts, wiping his fingers on his jeans. "Understatement. But I don't feel the... what was it, hive?"

"Yeah, that's... not necessarily good either."

"Oh, that's great. Thanks."

"I mean, it's not all bad. It goes with your whole... thing, right?"

[robitherat]

Also bc im still not over the whole thing and shit: how the fuck do you think it makes Joseph feel to be told that the character he PLAYS, who uses his likeness and parts of himself and his personality and existence, is "the most cishet, transphobic" character in marble hornets? Like, alright, I don't normally give into the whole bs about feeling bad for cishet people over queer community shit (like the whole 'don't make jokes about straight people' bs) but like. Joseph is a pretty fuckin rad ally. Hell, all three of the MH creators are! So to be told that the character your represent seems transphobic solely because of someone's stupid ass interpretation of him, and then having that person argue with you and go on to say other shitty, exclusions bullshit. I mean, I'd be pretty upset myself, tbh. Obviously, I already am and I'm a third party in this whole ordeal. Just like. I genuinely cannot fathom why anyone, let alone a queer person, would approach a cishet creator who is an EXPLICIT ALLY of THEIR OWN COMMUNITY (keep in kind the person is trans if I recall correctly) and tell that creator that the character they play and helped write is should actually be a bigot to PEOPLE LIKE THEM. Why in the FUCK would you do that. Why are you advocating for more fiction that hurts us? Why are you going out of your way to misrepresent a character as something that isn't even remotely relevant, and also goes against its own creators standings? Why is this something that was so important to you? Oh yeah, because you cared more about the semantics of which label is valid (spoiler: its all of them) than you did about doing anything actually meaningful with your life.

Anyways. I've been ruminating on this a lot lately, can you tell?

[junkalopes]

47!

pixel galaxy is one of my all time favorite tracks, it ALWAYS ends up on my wrapped!

[max--phillips]

I feel like with the influx of celebrities joining the platform

Shall we take a moment to remember

✨The Cole Sprouse Tumblr Experiment✨

[alicuntisms]

[when you’re working on a series of one-shots rewriting s2 so that the sharma women are front and center like they should have been and you definitely plan on sharing this one so you make a post about it to wet the whistle]

she’s a silver lining (lone ranger riding through an open space)

“I knew!” Edwina shouts, cutting off whatever argument Kate is preparing. Both Mama and Kate’s mouths shut with an audible click. Edwina licks her lips, twisting her hands together nervously. “I knew about the arrangement with the Sheffields.” 

“Edwina . . . I do not understand,” Kate murmurs, moving to sit by their mother on the settee in front of the bed. Her brows are furrowed in concentration as she tries to make sense of Edwina’s confession. “How could . . . I never said anything in your presence that could have possibly indicated that the Sehffields even knew we were in England. How could you possibly know?”

Now it is Edwina’s turn to explain, her turn to kneel before Kate, taking her hands in her own. They are so cold compared to the clammy heat of Edwina’s own palms. It seems to be yet another reminder of just how different the two sisters are from one another but that does not change the love between them. And Edwina is determined that it never will. 

“The night you confessed to Lady Danbury,” Edwina mumbles, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “I was listening through the door.”

Kate curses under her breath in Hindustani, squeezing her eyes shut to hide her disappointment. Mama shares her sentiments though there is a faint blush on her cheeks from embarrassment for using just coarse language. Edwina had always been a curious child. Eager to learn everything that she possibly could - even those things their parents deemed too adult for children. Kate had admonished her more than once on how ladies did not listen to conversations or peer through keyholes to observe guests of their mother’s and it had stopped. 

For a time. 

But once they arrived in England, Kate had become so determined, so focused on finding Edwina a match with her disapproving stares and harsh opinions and constant reminders of love and what Edwina should want in a match. It was as if they had stopped being able to talk to one another if it were not about her marriage prospects, if it were not about Edwina reaching the potential that Kate has always told her that she was capable of.

Edwina knew it was all borne out of love but the weight of it had been so dreadfully heavy. So much heavier than it had ever been while they were in India.

Yes, her lessons had been plentiful and strenuous. Not only did Kate demand perfection, Edwina demanded it of herself as well. She may not have had her eye on the family ledgers the way Kate did but that did not stop her from realizing after Dada died that they were in a perilous situation. Edwina was young but she was not so young as to not know that an advantageous match would save them all and for that she needed to be perfect. 

The idea of marriage, of being a wife and lady to some great man, was still some distant future that Edwina had never fully believed in regardless of all the stories Kate told her. They had arrived in London with little fanfare, with little attention, and with little prospects. Kate’s expectations for her match were high but there was no guarantee that Edwina could ever accomplish so much with so little. 

Until she did. 

She was perfect enough to be named the Queen’s diamond, to be the goal of every eligible bachelor in the ton. But even then, Kate reminded her of love and fairytale endings like the stories they read as children, reminded her of their childhood dreams of finding a true love match that would save them from their dwindling coffers and the ever present threat of destitution. 

She hadn’t meant to listen in on their conversation that night, truly. She had simply wanted to see who Kate was talking to in their dressing room. It had been late and Edwina had expected her to be in the bed next to her, fast asleep and snoring slightly. Naturally, Edwina had gotten out of bed to go looking for her sister and, instead, had found herself listening as Lady Danbury’s stern voice carried through the door separating their bedchamber from their dressing room

Understanding had finally flooded through Edwina as she had listened. Everything that Kate had taught her, had pushed her to be, it all made so much more sense now. And a part of her had been furious that Kate would try to hide something that was so important to not only Edwina’s future but their mother’s as well. 

Was she not a woman, ready to be a wife? Was she not here to start a life of her own with a husband of her choosing? Did she not deserve to know the truth? 

Edwina had swallowed it all down, the bitterest of pills, as she had continued to listen. To hear Kate talk of how if she could not marry to save their family, then the least she could was to allow Edwina the chance to choose her own husband for love not his title or yearly income. It had broken Edwina’s heart, reminding her of the endless hours that Kate had spent teaching Edwina everything that she could about life in the British court instead of pursuing her own prospects, securing her own future. 

It had not taken Edwina long to decide. Love or no, she would make the best choice that she could. She would secure the match the Sheffields required, she would marry well and, in doing so, give everyone what it was they truly wanted - Kate would have her freedom, her mother would have her safety, and Edwina . . . Edwina would have a husband just like Kate had always promised. 

“Edwina,” Kate says, eyes closed as if she’s in pain. Edwina licks her lips, choking back the tears that want to fall. “I did not want you to know for a reason. It is not your burden to bear - it has never been your burden.”

“But it is all for me, is it not?” Edwina mumbles, voice cracking slightly. Kate squeezes Edwina’s hands, her thumbs running over Edwina’s knuckles. “All of the work and the sacrifices and the secrets? You did it all for me, Kate. The least I can do is lift the burden now that we are near the end. Is it so wrong that I too would want to protect and take care of my sister? My mother?”

“Edwina, the only thing that we have ever wanted from you was to be yourself and to be happy,” Kate insists. She lets go of Edwina’s hands and cups her cheeks, making sure that their eyes meet. “You are the light of both of our lives. The person that makes every hardship bearable. We do not need you to save us, we are the ones saving you.”

“Oh, Didi, that is nonsense!” Edwina shouts, wrenching herself from Kate’s grasp and standing up. There are tears pooling in her eyes out of frustration more than any other feeling. “It is absolute nonsense! Who are you to tell me how I should love my family? How I should not try to do as much for you as you have done for me? Does it not signify that we love each other just the same being sisters? Do I not have a right to think of your happiness as well as my own?”

“Lower your voice, Edwina, please,” Mama says softly, pinching the bridge of her nose and closing her eyes for a brief moment. Edwina has to bite her bottom lip to stop herself from continuing to argue. 

When she opens her eyes again, she embodies every inch of the fine lady she had been raised to be and the governess she’d been acting as for years to try and support their small family. Edwina cannot help but feel like a little girl of ten years when she is on the receiving end of one of her mother’s stern looks. “We will not fight over this. We are a family and we shall face this together. It will not do to tear at each other’s throats trying to find who among us is responsible for our circumstances. The only thing to do now is move forward.”

[everythingroyalty]

I'm so confused about the title announcement. If you want to strip the prince/ss-titles (I could see that) and do it know (god knows why) - why on earth handle it so badly?

I think it was badly handled on multiple levels by multiple people involved.

If I was to make an educated guess on the timeline, I'd say the discussion was initiated in May with “titles are removed at 25” being QMII’s side’s first draft. Joachim, not having seen it coming at all, understandably dug his heels in. However, with neither side willing to budge (QMII’s side insisting that they titles would have to go sooner or later and Joachim’s side maintaining that they shouldn’t be rescinded), it made the situation stall for nearly 6 months. 

Something must’ve happened within the last couple of weeks for QMII to want the question out of the way. Maybe QEII’s death made her want to get things sorted in due time or maybe she was just annoyed that Joachim wouldn’t budge. In any way, since Joachim hasn’t come up with a better solution (that would entail removing the titles at some point) and he has declined QMII’s side’s offer of letting them keep them till they turn 25, QMII decides they all lose their titles at once instead.

I suspect J&M were told before the gala dinner last Friday. It genuinely seemed to surprise a lot of journos that they didn’t attend. Personally, I just thought "well, they don't live here, what do you expect?" but now I'm beginning to think they were actually supposed to attend and opted out when they were informed of QMII’s decision.

Now, the above is just my guess at what has happened. And the keyword in all of it is: non-communication. I mean... I don’t personally understand the need to retroactively remove the children’s titles but at the end of the day, if that’s QMII’s wish, Joachim was foolish to think he could change her mind. Especially if he thought he could make her cave in by stalling the process like a petulant child. I understand being taken aback at first but a couple of months on, he could’ve come up with his own proposition within the framework of QMII’s side’s wishes. A compromise. Say, have the kids give up their titles upon marrying. If the whole “J&M in Paris” saga has taught us anything, it’s that Joachim doesn’t communicate his feelings to QMII. If he’d come up with a proper alternative to her fixing up a position for him in France, they wouldn’t have had to take that position. Talk to each other people!

As for QMII? Oh boy... I know a person who’s averse to conflict when I see one. First of: Why make the Court Marshal do the dirty work for you? If you’re gonna remove the titles, at least have the decency to tell Joachim yourself 🥴 Anything else is just pathetic and I don’t blame Joachim AT ALL for being stunned by that. Second of all, if she had cared to make that call, she could’ve given Joachim an ultimatum: if you don’t have a better alternative that entails them eventually losing the titles, I’m gonna remove them all at once. Yes, that’s a difficult conversation to have but going off of Joachim’s interview today, it seems that he at least would’ve preferred the “removed at 25” solution to the present solution, so... 🤷‍♀️ And again, for the love of god, talk to your son! Involve him in your thought process. I think QMII genuinely thinks she’s doing especially the little ones a favour by removing their princely titles but if she doesn’t explain herself, how does she expect them to understand?

[espercr]

@belasso​ hit the ❤ for a 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 ! 

       ❝ yee - & dare i say it . . . 𝑯𝑨𝑾  . ❞ 

[doggytail-duck]

My desire to not have a Will/Mike/El love triangle that ends in heartbreak vs my desire to have Will be canonically gay and in love with Mike: fight

[halalgirlmeg]

Me: *wants to write a sci-fi who's lore is heavily reliant on computer science and androids*

Me: *knows jackshit about either*

[latitudesunknown]

Happy birthday Maddy!!! 🌻🌻🌻🌻 Aahh i hope things are going well for you, that you're putting a button on a good year and about to start on an even better one! I was scrolling through some of my old likes this week and came across a couple of your Animal Crossing posts and remembered the gazette you used to post, which was just so adorable 😂 i'm so glad i got to make friends like you in a place like this where such whimsical things can happen. I'm wishing you the very very best for your next year and am so glad we remain connected even as life twists and turns! 💕

JAMILAAAAA !!!!! 😍🥰🧡

I never post anything anymore so I genuinely didn't expect anyone on tumblr to remember, I'm so touched!!! :')

As it so happens, I had a LOVELY pre-bday day yesterday, where we did a photoshoot with some of our actors and it was SO FRICKING FUN and everyone looked sooooo gorgeous and I really wish tumblr was like livejournal (a.k.a with friends lists) so I could post some photos without fearing a stranger would link my tumblr life to my "real" life! One of our actresses looked exactly like Margot Robbie/Harley Quinn in her makeup and I kept staring at her like 😍

Today I'm exhausted but thankfully there's no super urgent work to be done (which is kind of a lie because we've been working SO HARD lately, such long hours, but things are finally moving forward and we're finally seeing the path to making enough money to pay ourselves, it's very exciting!) and my parents' are inviting me to one of my favourite restaurants tonight so it should be another lovely day.

Also I realized a couple weeks ago that I'd spent the last year thinking I was 41 instead of 40, so I've decided that this year I was 40 again, coz I want to properly enjoy it! Looking forward to it (and to then jumping straight to 42 coz it's such a pretty number).

Thanks again and I really hope things get infinitely better for you very soon with the house and the works and the work and the weather! You're one of my favourite people in the world and I feel so blessed you're never giving up on me despite my utter inability to share anything on here anymore <33333

[tundrakatiebean]

I really wish I had literally any other trigger than this one. I’m so tired of that stupid song getting stuck in my head anytime I see this phrase and having to shout sing something else in the hopes I don’t start dissociating like some weird time bomb that’s only defused by like monster mash

[koushirouizumi]

Just DouxWata Things

Me, watching Holic 2k13: ... Domeki: {Unlike (Haruka)} I can't save people mE: Domeki: I live by saying goodbye. M E: Yuuko: {However} YUUKO: Because, YOU have a Bond {Enishi} with WATANUKI M E: {BANGS FISTS DOWN}

[izzyizumi]

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[romeoandromeo]

I AM A BEAST