#i'm so ashamed. gabriel's so awful i love him

[feldsparite]

guy who's universal constants are: 1) shit father 2) widowed 3) dramatic little bitch

[thenightling]

A rant against some not-so-great Witcher fans...

The behavior I've seen from some Witcher (book) fans lately does NOT make me proud to usually be a book purist. And no, I'm not talking about the ones who are upset that Jaskier is being shipped with an aged-up Radovid. ( I understand the concern there but you know it's just for plot angst.)

I'm seeing blatant homophobia and sometimes out-right biphobia, including videos of "book fans" who won't even use the term bisexual. They claim Jaskier was "made gay for woke points" by Netflix. Some of the nicer comments I've seen include: "But he's slept with lots of women!" And "But I wanted to see him with Prescilla" (even though she was a creation of the video games and Netflix has no rights to her...) "This means he can't be with Precscilla." ...I can't help but feel these people don't know what bisexual means... They didn't seem to think he couldn't be with Priscilla when they mentioned other woman lovers. I'm still in awe that there are people who claim there's nothing bi about Jaskier (AKA Buttercup AKA Dandelion) in the Netflix show. And again this is not about who he hooks up with. I've seen comments on Facebook of "This is why Henry Cavill left. He's tired of the f-- sh-t." and similar statements. Last year I came across some Witcher book fans who insisted Ciri can never be a "True" Witcher (even in the games where that is an ending) because "only a man can be a true Witcher!" and "The method for making REAL Witchers was lost. It's important to the canon that no woman ever be a Witcher!" And now it's "They're ruining Dandelion!" and "There's no hint that Jaskier was ever gay!" Excuse me... Please read these lyrics to the song he wrote when Geralt left him on the side on the mountain. And as if those lyrics aren't obvious enough Yennefer actually confronts him on the song being about Geralt.

For people who just "love the original books" I'm seeing blatant sexism and homophobia / biphobia in your midst and it's starting to make me ashamed and distrusting of other book fans. You can't convince me statements of "They've ruined Jaskier by making him queer!" are purely because of who his love interest is going to be next season.

And so many "No wonder Henry Cavill left!" Actually, there has been NO official statement about why Henry Cavill is leaving the show, just a lot of fan speculation (Though yes, some of it is reasonable as he was a fan of the books). He is extremely busy though with the Warhammer franchise, and there's a rumor he might have a Sherlock spin-off and some other things in the works. Just know that when people try to insist how "Straight" Jaskier was portrayed these last two seasons (and spin-off prequel series) and go on long tangents about why Ciri can never be a Witcher... Try to consider they might not be "trying to protect the integrity" of the series after all. I've seen behavior like this before and it's never really about protecting the stories. Here's a hint. I'll use my own dislike of the Interview With the Vampire TV series for comparison. If the person complains that "(this character) would never harm (this other character here)" you may want to listen. The story might matter to them. (This goes for Yennefer and Ciri and Lestat and Louis of Interview with The vampire). However if the complaint has to do with race (i.e. whining about Louis being played by a black man in Interview with the vampire), or sexuality... chances are it's not really about the story at all.

I've seen rants about how straight Jaskier "used to be" and I can't help but wonder if those people were able to keep a straight face (ha!) while writing it. It would be funny if they weren't serious. Honestly these ARE the same sort of people who used to insist Xena and Gabrielle were straight, or that Louis in interview With the Vampire was straight, or that John Constantine in the Hellblazer comics was straight (and those still existed until relatively recently.)

[khaleesiofalicante]

"I am hungry for touch and ashamed to be looked at" -Safia Elhilo

Alec POV by beloved 🥰🥰 can he pass me some of his wisdom??

The Clave being kinda fuck up as usual I see...

And a leader, no matter how hard it was, had to show up.

That’s how you’re different from everyone else.

You show up.

You hold things together.

You lead.

They are all great leaders and I'm so proud of them😭

Anjali is just... ✨Wow✨ she is the only goodness I will ever swear loyalty to. I am in awe, I respect her, I admire her, I love her, I-

David said what??? I mean, same, but I'm surprised he said it in a Clave meeting....

Yeah, Selena deserves more recognition!!! She is the absolute BEST and we stan😎

The amount of hatred I feel towards Kingsley is unreal. Fuck him and his Idris Patrol🔪🙂

Will the fact that Anjali and Rafael respect and trust Alec's judgement make me cry? ✨Yes✨

Diego, my friend, Alec thought, how proud you must be. Too soon😭😭

Kit is upto something....

YESS Alec!! Get some sense into David's head bc I feel this is going to go south

That’s how Alec knew Rafael was going to be okay.

Good leaders must know how to handle criticism. Good leaders must accept their flaws and admit their mistakes.

Rafael was a good leader. And he will, in time, become a great one too.

He learned from the best 💙💙

Alec and Hunter meeting!!! I need this like, yesterday!!! I'm so excited jdvdkdndn

Nico is so cute and sweet I keep forgetting he's old and smart af!!!

My mind rn: David with kids. David with kids. David with kids. David-

“You’re still in your bad bitch era, Sirenita,” Gabriel grinned. “It has no expiration date.” How can you expect me not to love Gabriel when they do cute shit like braiding Selena's hair and saying things like this???? 🥺🥺

This plan is more complicated than I thought lmaoo

“You must learn how to heal yourself,” Nicolas said.

Selena smiled. “Sure. I’ll do it sometime."

“You must do it soon,” Nicolas said.

Something is going to happen to Selena or to someone she loves bc THAT definitely means he knows something!!!

YESS!! THEY ARE GETTING THE PIECES TOGETHER!!!

He could still hear her screaming. Good. In other news I'm ready for arson🥰🔪🔪

Why does he want 9 cities down????

Why does Claire think it's her fault??? What is she talking about?? Is it just parent guilt or something more??😭

Soldiers who can heal themselves.

Soldiers who can’t be killed.

“I’m trying to play god,” Marcus smiled.

“Dope,” Mallory said distractedly. “Good luck."

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK. WHY THE FUCK YOU THINK THIS IS A GOOD IDEA???🙂

Mallory, stay tf away from my girls!!!! And stop stealing Max's stuff, it's creepy!!!

I'm a simple person. I see Magnus and Max discussing inmortality issues, I cry :))

“Power doesn’t always change people,” bapak smiled. “But pain does.” THERE ARE MANY FAVE QUOTES!!!

"You will. You can," the man promised. "Because every time you have to climb it, I will climb with you. We can climb together."

Max gave him a small smile. "You can't climb shit in those."

Bapak smirked, looking at his fluffy bumble bee slippers. "Is that a challenge, Blueberry?"

My fave inmortals😭😭😭 can we take a moment to appreciate how no one helped Magnus through all his inmortality crisis (obviously except Ragnor and Catarina when they could) but now Max has a support system and can always go to his bapak or to many more?? Bc I think that's beautiful 💙

Them giving each other their magic, holy shit why do they insist in making me soft??🥺

He pressed a kiss on his forehead. “I want infinity with you.”

A timeless love.

Can we really blame Max? I would also want infinity with David!!! But you promised Magnus, babe!!!

“Maxwell,” Nicolas Thorn said, looking wide awake. “You are late for your lesson.” HOLY SHIT!! Nico teaching Max warlock math😭 I am scared but sooo excited for this!! What did Nico saw in the future?? What are they going to practice?? Ahhh so many questions!!

I support Max's rights, but I also support Max's wrongs and I don't think I'm the only one!!!

Song rec: ... I honestly have just been vibing to Taylor Swift lately... What was your favorite song from the album??? I think mine was "You're on your own kid"😭

Support Max's wrongs or be gone 😤😤

I'm still listening to the album! I did like Midnight Rain a lot 😭😭

[ourownsideimagines]

You Can't Fix Me, I'm Not Broken (Fem!Reader x Brother!Aziraphale x Best Friend!Crowley College AU)

Characters:Reader (Female, Aziraphale’s sister), Human!Crowley, Human!Aziraphale

Requested: Yes

Requested by: & Anon

Point of View: Second Person

Warnings: Slight angst

Words: 1201  

A/N: So this turned out more angst than I originally planned it to be but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

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Broken. That’s what strangers on the internet had labeled you.

And you’d been having such a nice day.

It started out like any other day. Your alarm went off, and you hit snooze. Three times. Then, your roommate and best friend Crowley came in to give you your usual coffee. After another ten minutes of laying in bed, other roommate, your brother Aziraphale, came to lecture you about being late to class and you finally rolled out of bed.

Crowley had thrown together some eggs, cheese, and sausage for breakfast which you scarfed down before the three of you rushed out to pack into Crowley’s car and get to school. Then, the three of you met up at lunch to grab pizza from the cafeteria.

It was a perfect day - probably the best one of the week, considering all the tests you’d taken the days before and the homework you had to cram into your schedule at 9 pm. Yes, it had been a perfect day.

Tumblr can ruin a perfect day.

You didn’t have what you would call a popular blog, but you had a decent amount of followers. You felt it was a safe space, where you were free to be yourself because no one you knew in real life knew about the page.

Your bio read: (Name) Fell (she/her/hers). Asexual. Proud (Hogwarts house), and believer in the supernatural.

There was 1 thing on there you’d had come to tell even your brother, though a part of you wasn’t sure why you didn’t just come out and say it. You weren’t ashamed of being asexual. You had been, in your last relationship, after being dumped for (as he said) “not giving it up to him”. You’d been so ‘in love’ with him at the time, you’d felt ashamed for not giving in to him. But as the months passed by the more you realized that any man (or woman, for that matter) who was going to try to force you into sex when you clearly didn’t want it was not worth your time and affection.

You were getting better.

Then you opened tumblr.

You’d just gotten back from school and decided that a little scrolling before homework couldn’t hurt (thought, most of the time, it went on for hours, you weren’t gonna lie to yourself).

You didn’t get asks often. So you were excited to find that you’d gotten a handful, and happily clicked on the little envelope icon.

Hate. Childish hatred.

‘Wtf r u, broken? Asexuals r fake so stop pretending. I could help fix u’

Sent over.

And over.

And over.

You slammed your laptop closed and shoved it off your lap. The messages were childish, something you’d only read about in posts. Sometimes your entire community had told you was wrong.

You weren’t broken. You didn’t need to be fixed.

It hurt nonetheless.

You needed to vent.

You quickly get up and stalk out to the living room of your shared flat, finding that Aziraphale was nowhere to be seen, but Crowley was sprawled out on the couch with a book over his eyes, trying to sleep.

“Crowley,” your voice cracked. You’d been trying not to cry, but your efforts were waning. The man shot up in his seat, the book falling away from his golden eyes as they widened in worry.

“(Name), love, what’s wrong?” He stood up. “Is it Gabriel?”

“No, no.” You shook your head profusely. “No, it’s not him.” Crowley was at your side instantly, his arms wrapping around you, and you finally allowed yourself to cry. Crowley led you back to the couch, where he pulled you into his side and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“It’s okay,” he mumbled into your hair. “Let it all out. Az will be home soon.”

Az.

You were going to tell Az. And Crowley. You had to, you needed to. They’re your family. You wanted them to know.

Ten minutes later, four minutes after your tears stopped coming, Az entered the flat with a few bags of groceries.

“Crowley, I insist you take your car into the shop I believe there’s something wrong with-” He stops short when he notices the position you’re in. He frowns, putting the bags on the coffee table. “What is going on?”

“Something’s got her upset.” Crowley said, rubbing your back soothingly. Az took a seat beside his friend and without hesitation you crawl into his lap. When you were younger, and your parents would fight, Az would always pull you into his lap and hold you. It was a habit neither of you had grown out of, and whenever you were upset you’d settle into his lap and let him hold you.

“Would you like to talk about it, (name)?” Az asked you gently. You hesitated, but nodded slowly. “In your own time, then.” He reassured you. The three of you sat in silence for quite a few minutes before you worked up the nerve to say something.

“I was on tumblr…”

“That’s never a good sign.” Az glared at his friend, and Crowley shut up.

“And I, uh… I… god how do I explain this.”

“Take your time.” Az reminded you. “We’re both here for you.”

“Someone sent me an anonymous message. Repeatedly.”

“What did it say that got you so upset?” Crowley inquired.

“They kept telling me I was broken.” You could feel your heart beginning to race. You’d played out this scenario in your head many times. The idea of coming out had seemed exciting, if not a bit scary. Actually having to do it, that was the tricky part.

“Why the devil would they say that!”

“Because…” You took in a shaky breath. Now or never. “Because I’m asexual. And the internet has labeled me so.”

“Oh, that’s bloody horse shit!” You all but jumped at Crowley’s reaction. “As an asexual myself, I find that very offensive.” You gaped at him, and he met your eyes. “What? You didn’t know?”

“I didn’t…”

“Do you believe them?” Az asked.

“What?”

“Do you believe that you are… broken?”

“I…” you wanted to say no, because you really didn’t. But doubt comes in many forms - sometimes in the form of a tumblr ask box. “I don’t know.”

“Awe, c’mon, it’s not true” Crowley pulled you over to him, letting you rest in his lap while Az rubbed soothing circles on your back. “We are not broken, (name). In fact, we’re lucky!”

“Why’s that?” You asked cautiously.

“Because we’ll never have to worry about each other bring home one night stands.” You snorted, and Crowley smiled.

“You’re disgusting.” Az deadpanned.

“Oh, and we’ll never have to worry about someone finding porn in our search history.” Crowley continued, and you had to put a hand over your mouth to keep from laughing.

“I’m going to kill you.” Az got up from the couch to put the groceries away.

“If we bring someone over, we’ll always get a good night of sleep.” You added in, quietly.

“Thank god for that.” Az said before disappearing into the kitchen.

“You’re not broken, (name).” Crowley reminded you softly. “Don’t let some bastard on the internet tell you otherwise.”

[taurusbih512-blog]

Papa (Gabriel x Daughter-Like!OC)

Note: There is angst and major spoilers for Season 13 (OC's Name is Ellie Barnes)

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"I missed him by seconds." The small girl watched as the Prince of Hell poured that awful smelling liquor into two glasses. Mr. Ketch looked slightly frightened. She wondered why, seeing as they both met Asmodeus a few times now.

She has been tagging along with him for a few months now and so far, she is now considering him as a friend.

At least he never lies to her unlike some people.

"Rest assured, Lucifer will be found."

Lucifer. That god awful name. She hated that name and the one who bore it.

She gets sick and mad upon thinking and saying it.

She loathes it.

Despises it.

The one who bore it killed her wall, her father figure. The father figure whom she loved the most. She saw it with her own eyes. She doesn't even know why she survived that surprise visit that You-Know-Who made.

Her thoughts began to clash and tear through her emotions, messing with her. Memories flashing. Words screamed into her ear.

She is alone again. In that horrific place at the back of her mind. She began mentally screaming at herself until the man in white spoke. She blinked and noticed that he is standing in front of Mr. Ketch.

"And killed before he causes any problems." His thick, Southern accent was almost music to her ears. For some reason, she likes it.

He takes a sip of that liquor before looking at the blue eyed girl, smirking slightly. "Or those idiot Winchesters use him to open up a gate to Michael Land" Asmodeus spoke in a fast pace, which she didn't like since it is difficult to understand what he is saying. He offered the drink, in which the auburn haired girl politely declined.

He chuckled, bringing the crystal clear glass closer to his lips. "Another stick-up-his-ass archangel is the last thing I need." He takes a sip, looking back at the slightly taller man.

She held the urge to snicker but failed to stop the corner of her plump lips lift up.

"Yes, well, Lucifer is getting strong, and as good as I am, and I am very good," The girl rolled her eyes at this, "I don't think even I can beat the Devil at full power."

"Unless you are God or something." She looked at the both of them with her blank yet bright blue eyes, earning the two men's attention. Mr. Ketch frowned slightly at her while Asmodeus smiled softly.

She suddenly felt ashamed of her soft voice.

"About that, you recalled an important errand I had mentioned?" The girl watched as the man in white walked towards a safe. She heard clicking and then a creak. With a unsatisfactory frown because of the noise, she became curious on what could be inside.

"Word had got back to me that a certain artifact I thought had been lost forever resurfaced." He pulled out a small, rectangular box, smirking at it. "And now it's mine." He turned to show the content inside.

It was a beautiful, silver, triple edged blade. It was so clean that it reflected her and Mr. Ketch's features. "Beautiful, isn't it?"

She stared in awe, admiring the blade. She restrained herself from even touching it, which resulted to her hand being balled up into a fist.

"Yes... / Yeah." Mr. Ketch and the girl mumbled at the same time, the two glancing at each other after. They knew that they had to get their hands on this blade somehow.

"I see lil' girl Ellie has a keen eye for blades. I like that." The demon smirked before taking out the blade from the box. "The only known weapon capable..." He aimed the tip at the English man's chest, "...of destroying an archangel," he aimed the tip to the girl. "The archangel blade."

Her eyes widen slightly, the raspy feeling on her throat grew heavier. She kept eyeing the blade until it was put back into the box and into the safe once again.

"You'll forgive me, but my reading of the lore suggests that the blade--"

"--is only effective when wielded by an archangel, right?" she interrupted.

"Oh really? Baby face reading a lot of books?"

Ellie assumed that 'Baby face' was her. "Yeah," she mumbled, nodding slightly. "Good girl," he smirked. "Anyways, thanks for the news flash!" He took a sip of his drink then gestured the two of them to follow him, walking somewhere.

Mr. Ketch wasted no time yet Ellie was hesitant but followed shortly. She examined the dim hallway they were walking in. Torches hung on the damp, concrete walls and metal cell doors gave off an eerie vibe.

"So how old are you again, Ella?" The demon asked.

She sighed. "It's Ellie.. And I'm 14." She mumbled.

Asmodeus stopped shortly to look at her, making her slightly uncomfortable. "Can't hear you, Emma."

She gulped slowly. "I-It's Ellie.. And I'm 14." She stated with a louder tone, but not too loud.

Asmodeus chuckled then put an arm around her. "That's more like it..." Ellie looked at Mr. Ketch, who gave her a commanding glance, telling her to let him do what he wants. She sighed and stopped herself from pushing the man's arm away.

They stopped after a while, standing in front of the last door of this hallway. She felt like they've walked for hours, her feet started to ache intensely but she ignored it.

Asmodeus removed his arm, giving relief to the blue-eyed girl, then opened the small window at the door. "Allow me to make an introduction, young lady and gentleman." He moved aside and Ellie quickly went towards the window to get a closer look.

"Ellie, Mr. Ketch..."

"...meet the Archangel Gabriel."

"P-Papa? ...PAPA!"