#i think of them quite frequently

[todayisafridaynight]

rate the outfit

[clingyduofan]

i cant stop thinking about these chat messages . and i can’t even explain why they make me so insane because my brain just keeps repeating What if theyre evil. But what if they’re not

[suddencolds]

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[mothbeasts]

i miss posting and making and engaging with ieytd content but I will be honest sometimes it feels alienating. as a lesbian.

[aeolianblues]

was kinda thinking about this when I saw Renee Rapp live recently-- I didn't know her visual vibe, I'd heard a few songs here and there but I hadn't really *seen* her, and her attire at Osheaga was really casual, a jersey (baseball/basketball?) and slacks. And that was so amazing! I couldn't help thinking, the work Billie Eilish has done for how women in pop music are allowed to dress is incredible. Seeing her up there all comfortable you just know that Billie walked in her oversized tops so that Renee in her slacks could run; Billie walked through all the critcisms about how she dressed slobbily and having to assert that she didn't owe anyone a display of skin, so that Renee could be comfortable and unquestioned running up and down the catwalk in front of 10,000 people. How iconic.

And I don't think we even realised at the time how much something as simple as letting Billie dress the way she as a (then-) 17-year-old teenager dressed, could end up meaning for a future generation of women in music.

Obviously there is still way to go, there were weirdos complaining about how 'plain' Dua Lipa's Glastonbury outfit was this year (in 2024!!), l have to ask, are you at Paris Fashion Week?? She is the musical HEADLINER of an entire day of music at one of the biggest music festivals in the world, and you can't grant her the space to exist as an artist, you have to moan about her dress not being excitingly revealing enough. There's work to do, it's still dismal out there. But the space Billie Eilish has created for a most ordinarily-dressed woman popstar is still heartening.

[dynamic-power]

@justmori suggested a few prompts to me, and this one stuck out: Az and Crowley don't seem to drink wine together and talk about everything under the sun anymore. What happened?

And while I had completely intended to sit down and write an angsty little blurb, I ended up with this exploration of Az instead. Just a little look into the change in his relationship with Crowley between series 1 and 2.

My asks are always open, so drop in with prompts or opinions or just to say hi.

Words: 922

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After the end of the world was stopped, something changed. Aziraphale wasn’t exactly sure what it was, only that it had happened sometime between standing as a united front with a demon and the son of Satan and sitting in the Ritz for drinks with that same demon. Sans son of Satan, of course. 

Before Armageddon, Aziraphale would expect to run in to Crowley every few decades or so. They would see each other, sometimes on purpose, and partake in shenanigans that neither were likely to report to their own domains. Often times, these meetings would end with a bottle or two of wine and discussions, ranging from philisophical and introspective to downright absurd.

Aziraphale never minded, of course. He rather enjoyed the time with the demon, though he never liked to think too much about that fact. Instead, he told himself it was because he and Crowley were of a kind; two timeless beings, alone and surrounded by humans, who were there and gone in a mere handful of decades. No one understood their unique situation better than each other. 

But it always came about with alcohol. Inebriation, even for an angel and a demon, came with soothed nerves and loosened tongues. A bottle in and Aziraphale would complain about Heaven and Crowley would gripe about other demons. Two or three and they would talk about their shared appretiation for humans, their feelings surrounding their given tasks, and even their pasts. 

Aziraphale felt vulnerable when he was in such a state, but around Crowley, it was accompanied by a sense of camraderie and safety. Despite his companion being a demon, Aziraphale felt comfortable around him in a way he’d never felt around another being in the entirety of his existence. 

By the time the 20th century came around, he was able to admit that he looked forward to running into the demon. He always knew what the best bottles in his wine cellar were, always knew of the most exclusive up-and-coming restaurant, always prepared for the day that the demon would once again stumble into his life. And Crowley did. Increasingly often, and sometimes literally. 

And then they had stopped the end of the world that Aziraphale loved so dearly, and suddenly Crowley wasn’t coming around every few decades, she was stopping in to the bookshop every few weeks. 

He began coming round just to chat. Slowly, the chair beside Aziraphale’s became Crowley’s. An empty space on one of the shelves near the door remained empty for when Crowley came around and took off those blasted sunglasses. Azraphale got used to his phone ringing, not because of customers, but because Crowley was bored.

Alcohol became less of a tool for conversation and more of an indulgence as they got to know each other. Aziraphale found that they no longer needed that excuse of inebriation to talk, to be comfortable around one another. 

It was on a sunny afternoon in May when Aziraphale realized just how deep his feelings about the demon ran. 

He was sitting at his desk, sifting through a new first edition he’d managed to track down, when he looked up and to his left, where the two armchairs sat looking out the window. They were both empty; he prefered to do work from his desk, and Crowley hadn’t been around in a few days. 

He missed him. 

The reality of it hit Aziraphale hard enough that he sat back in his chair, momentarily forgetting about the book. He’d never properly missed anything a day in his life. The closest he’d ever come was Heaven. Sure, he thought it would be nice to be back in Heaven, but his bookshop was his home. His bookshop, where Crowley sometimes came by and put their glasses on that shelf and sat in the most bizarre position in that chair by the window and talked with him about everything and nothing and-

He missed him. Craved his presence more than he craved a good meal, yearned for his company in a way he hadn’t thought angels even could. 

He’d gotten so used to the companionship, he realized, that it was noticable when there wasn’t another voice in the bookshop, snarking at him or harassing curious humans into leaving. 

He wanted to be upset with himself; wanted to remind himself that it wasn’t safe to be this close to a demon, that these feelings were unnecessary or maybe even dangerous. 

But he knew he couldn’t. 

The front door flew open and Crowley stormed in, all flailing limbs and noisy energy. There was no hesitation or uncertainty in her movements as she plucked her glasses off and turned bright, shining, yellow eyes on Aziraphale. 

Aziraphale couldn’t contain his smile, but he did shove down every emotion besides the contentment he felt at having this demonic presence again. Anything else could be examined later. Or maybe never. He had a duty to Heaven, after all. 

“Hello, Angel,” Crowley drawled, flinging himself into his chair so that he was sitting on it sideways. They peered at Aziraphale from over their knees, waving a hand at the book on his desktop. “Whatcha’ got there?”

A first edition book he’d been trying to find for a century. “Nothing of importance, Crowley.” He turned in his chair, ignoring the book entirely and devoting all his attention to the demon and the sense of warm familiarity that settled over his shoulders. “Drink?”

“Nah. You know, I saw something the other day that made me think of you.”

“Did you now?”

[drpeppertummy]

Idk if you'd be interested but you should draw a character you like to use to represent yourself. I’m mostly just curious and stuff.

honestly ive tried a few times & i either wind up not liking the design or not feeling like they represent me enough😭😭😭 but i Do wanna have a character like that i need to like commit to something

[franeridan]

this might just be an unpopular opinion in the jjk fandom but i love how little seriously things happen for the most part since the culling game started, like i miss being seriously emotionally invested in it a little bit ngl but i love the way the newer characters will just open their mouths and say things so much, they were all forced in this game against their will and the only ones that survived long enough to make it in the cast are the unhinged ones that makes so much sense to me. maybe I liked the plot until the shibuya incident a little more but tbh some of my favourite characters in the whole manga have been introduced or have been made relevant during the culling game, some of these guys are just pure gold on legs

[13eyond13]

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[locallibrarylover]

two (2!) of my ocs from the currently unnamed 1850s russian opera story

id: a digital drawing of two original characters, Daria Usova and Nikolai Usov. they are both Russian people with tan skin and dark brown hair. Daria is wearing a cream gown with blue accents. her hair is a braid wrapping around her head. she is smiling and winking. Daria has both of her arms behind her back. Nikolai is wearing a cream shirt, a black bowtie, a blue vest, a black coat, and cream pants. his hair is curly and short and he has a mustache. he is smiling with a slightly worried expression on his face. both of Nikolai's arms are behind his back. the background is dark purple and the twins are outlined in light pink. end id

[byooregard]

hello people with niche interests today I am thinking about what would happen if you put the phantom thieves in a nonary game

[thisisnotjuli]

sometimes you read a post and you think to yourself holy fucking shit do usamericans really live like this????????? honestly the insane behaviours I learn from posts saying stuff like "this [thing] [that the post talks about like it's normalized/common] is fucked up" is absolutely nuts

[sayitdido]

i might be planning quiting writing for a while after i finish 5 request i have and yeonjun's bday event. i have 4 other works in process too but i will be writing them slowly. but i am not sure. gonna rant in the tags

[g0dr0t]

So it turns out i think maybe my friend group is bad for me actually

[aza-trash-can]

one free ticket to share more on espirt! :D

Oooooo, okay. We know a lot about him during the war, but not after, so lets see what happens to him then.

Esprit does survive Order 66 by the skin of his teeth. He and his master are in the temple when it happens, they hear blaster shots and she urges him to leave immediately. He bolts, escaping into the bottomless Coruscant speeder traffic. He hides in the lower levels for a few days, and after hearing what's happened, he makes a plan of escape from Coruscant altogether. Buys a dingy but useable old ship, various medical supplies, and leaves as soon as he can.

He spends his time as a wandering medic, never staying on any planet for more than a few months at most. The upside of having an old dingy ship is that it can't be tracked easily. He does his best to stay out of the growing conflict between the rebels and the empire, but before he knows it rebels start trying to recruit him to their cause. He keeps on denying any involvement, but if many of his patients just so happen to be rebels, well, how was he supposed to know? He's just a wandering medic, he helps any who are in need.

He also earns a reputation for being a 'folk healer'. He hides his use of the force in medicine by using plants that yes, would help, but not nearly as much as he tells his patients they do. He's shocked that this actually works, and so far he's successfully stayed under the emipre's radar.

[sanstropfremir]

I love the fact that Yunho stayed true to his artistry throughout the years. Sadly the same can’t be said for younger male idols like Taemin or Kai, in my opinion, who strayed so far away from what we saw of them doing in their groups. And it got me thinking; how much of it is them and how much of it is SM’s marketing strategy? How can their group self and solo self be soooo different? For me they’re not selling their solo self well enough to convince me that that them you know what I am? It feels almost like they’re acting (yes, every performer acts a little bit) but with Kai and Taemin it looks like they’re both playing a role…