#improbabledreaming

[exorcizamus-archive]

I was tagged by @improbabledreaming! Thank you so much, bb!! <3

Once you get this, you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then you have to send this to ten of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool~) 🌈🌈 -

1. I love my eyes, they’re my favorite part of my body tbh. Amber near the iris, then light blue, then dark blue rims. :)

2. I like how I can make people laugh.

3. I love my music taste.

4. I like that I’m a pretty good writer (comes in handy when you’re an English major, lol!)

5. I like how I’m not afraid to travel alone or explore the world around me. 

tagging: @flipse @ay-nako @brilliantthirteen @ilovethirteen @samstiels @ilovejared @madamesvastra @floofytwelve @julielilac @ksica

[jeanmoreaux]

☀ My day has been stressful. I've been taking exams for college biology all day. And then I got home and ate a bunch of grilled cheeses. I feel whole again. Congrats on your 7.3k!!!

grilled cheese is so delicious, now i am craving grilled cheese XD thanks! <3

url:  9/10icon:  8/10mobile theme: 8/10theme:  8/10post: 9/10overall:  8.5/10

following: no(t yet), sorry | f+ | of course! | i love your blog with all i have

☀7.3k celebration blogrates☀

[njmphadora]

promos; batch 4 (mutuals in bold)

@slytherin-salazar the most charming, incredble person ever @improbabledreaming really cute multi blog @dementvr adorable incredible blog + blogger @potterslilys really lovely hp blog @triwizavd cutiepie with an insanely good blog

help me choose my new url

[elevhens-archive-blog]

Birthday!

Happy birthday to Morgan @stonehearts! I hope you have a fantastic and wonderful birthday!

Also happy belated birthday to Kayli @improbabledreaming! I’m sorry I missed your birthday but I hope you had a fantastic and wonderful day! 

Go send them some birthday love and wishes!! <333

[magicianparrish]

Hi! 20, 29, and 75 please! <3

Hello! 

20.  Dinosaurs or dragons? I’m gonna say dinosaurs. 

29.  What character would you most like to cosplay? I think doing another Padmé would be awesome, or Ahsoka, or Barriss Offee...so Star Wars lol 

75.  Any weird talents? honestly, I don’t think so. I don’t have a lot of talents if really any at all.  

Send me a number!

[akashsinha2114-blog]

[spookyjodie]

My name is Kayli and my birthday is March 31!

hiya! welcome to the birthday list! 

join my birthday list here! 

[poirot]

★ I'd like some advice please! =) Also your picture of 10 with Rose and the hearts on your blog is absolutely lovely!

Aww thank you so much ! Doctor x Rose is basically my life tbh 

url: 6/10theme: 6/10mobile theme: 7/10icon: 6.5/10content: 7/10overall: 6.5/10compliment (tell me if you want an advice too): Your mobile theme header is so cute tbh and your content is niiice ! I think you url maybe is a bit too long. Also you could maybe try to make the background of your mobile theme the exact same colour as the header ? That would probably look awesome. I’m not such a big fan of your theme but I can’t really say why (I think the numbers/font is just a bit too big for my taste) (but that’s all very subjective tho) (the most important thing is that you’re happy with your blog)following: no(t yet but ily) | f+ |yes | until the very end

3.5k follower celebration no more please

[tardis-in-camelot]

Once you get this, you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then you have to send this to ten of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool~) 🌈🌈 -

I was tagged by @impossible-stardust

1. I like my musical ability when it comes to playing viola.

2. I like my creativity when it comes to my photo collage graphics.

3. I like my hardworking attitude that helps me achieve my goals.

4. I like my ability to help other people.

5. I like the fact that I am an introvert.

I tag @lokilover5813 @sebumplug @sugacreme @improbabledreaming @jaimclannister @wittyker @badvvolfrose @library-in-the-tardis @wutheringweasley @loki-is-my-god-now

[improbabledreaming]

dragons-on-a-spaceship --> improbabledreaming

[doctortreklock]

Flax-Golden Tales to Spin - October 9, 2019

Part of my Resolution19. Read it on AO3.

Prompt: Crowley and Aziraphale and the Tower of Babel (also a bit on early wine-making in Georgia-the-country) (from ImprobableDreams900 as a birthday present)

Fandom: Good Omens

Title: “Invitation” by Shel Silverstein

Words: 1341

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"I hope you realize that I'm not speaking with you right now." Aziraphale bit off the my dear before he could utter it. It wouldn't do to be encouraging his counterpart at this juncture.

The demon looked a little dismayed at his words, his face falling and his shoulders slumping a bit. It was enough to make any decent being want to bundle him in a warm blanket and give him a hot cup of-- No. Stop it, Aziraphale. It's that kind of thinking that got you into this mess in the first place.

He kept his expression stiff and stern, even as the demon gently bit his lower lip anxiously before deliberately loosening up.

"Pfft," Crowley said, waving off Aziraphale's comment and very transparently pretending that he didn't care that the angel was apparently no longer on speaking terms with him. "Don't matter to me," he bluffed poorly. "I was just wondering if I could tempt you to a drink. I hear there's a group up north who's doing fascinating things with grapes."

While the idea of a fruit-based drink was quite enticing (grain-based alcohols really weren't Aziraphale's cup of metaphorical tea and the water was barely drinkable without a half-dozen minor miracles), he reminded himself quite firmly that he and Crowley were not friends and certainly not allies. Not after the Tower business.

"I couldn't possibly," Aziraphale said primly, before turning with a decisive sniff back to his latest acquisition, a truly fascinating scroll with beautifully flowing script laying open on his table.

"C'mon, angel," Crowley wheedled, sliding closer and lowering his shaded lenses to look over them beseechingly at Aziraphale. "Just one drink?"

"No," Aziraphale insisted, glaring at Crowley. He had been led astray too many times to count by those enticing eyes and he would be - figuratively - damned if he would let it happen again.

"Why not?" If Aziraphale hadn't known better (which he most certainly did), he would have sworn the demon was pouting.

"Because," Aziraphale snapped. This had gone on too long. First it had been the Garden, and he'd thought no harm, no foul, it wasn't like anyone had known what would come of the apple business at all. So he'd let it slide. Then there had been Ur, and he'd let it slide. And then Nineveh, and he'd sworn to himself that enough was enough. And now this.

He turned the scroll around and showed the script to Crowley. "What does this say?" he demanded, pointing at the text.

Crowley looked taken aback. "Er..." He stared at the words for a half-second before tilting his head and squinting. "Huh. Does that part--" He gestured to a few lines of text in the middle "--talk about the flood?" He looked up at Aziraphale for approval.

Aziraphale didn't give it, continuing to scowl at the demon instead. "Quite," he agreed succinctly. Then he reached across his desk for another scroll and opened it to the last section he had been working on, laying it next to its fellow. "What about this one?"

Crowley looked like he had no clue why he was being asked to look at the scrolls when it was clearly Aziraphale's area of interest, but complied. He ran his finger over the text, a hair's breadth from the surface of the parchment. He frowned. "It says the same thing?" He looked back and forth between the two. "But in a completely different way?" He looked at Aziraphale in obvious puzzlement, and Aziraphale was surprised by the amount of vindication he felt.

"Exactly," he said shortly. "These are two accounts of the flood. This one--" He gestured to the first "--is in Tamil, while the other is in something the speakers have taken to calling Sanskrit." Aziraphale looked at Crowley expectantly.

Crowley just looked confused.

Aziraphale sighed heavily and decided that he wasn't in a good enough mood to wait for Crowley to hit upon the right questions to ask. "Different groups of people have started developing their own languages," he explained, frustration mounting. "That's why the scrolls are so different, even though they're the same story. You and I can still understand everyone because we are fluent in the language that came before. However--" Aziraphale took a deep breath, feeling his irritation buzz through his bones "--our superiors don't have that advantage. Which is why I am attempting to solidify my grasp on the thirteen different personal pronouns used in Tamil, so I can write up my report on your latest adventure." He really hoped his aggravation was coming through loud and clear, even through gritted teeth.

Crowley blinked a bit, but it looked like he was still trying to wrap his head around what Aziraphale had just laid out, so he graciously gave the demon a few minutes to come to terms with the invention of linguistic diversity.

"Hang on," Crowley said slowly. "Let me see if I've got this right." He started ticking points off on his fingers. "All of a sudden the humans start making their own languages. Then, you have to make Angel-to-Earthling dictionaries for all your bosses in case they ever decide to take a jaunt down here. So now you're holed up in a tiny house in the middle of Babylon, missing the beauty that is the gardens at midsummer, because you're working on verb charts. And you think this is somehow my fault?" The worst part was that he seemed genuinely perplexed by Aziraphale's leap of logic.

"Yes," Aziraphale hissed, feeling like the snake that Crowley ostensibly was. "That is exactly what I am saying."

"Why?" Crowley looked positively bewildered, and anger rushed through Aziraphale, leaving him practically spitting with angelic wrath.

"Because it is, Crowley! Because it Is. Your. Fault. The Tower was your handiwork wasn't it? I'm rather certain you took all the credit for the Tower of Babel, a Tower which literally makes humans babble in other languages, even if it involves making up new ones!"

Then, as soon as it had come, his righteous indignation fled, leaving him in his small house with a demon and two scrolls that by all rights should have been mutually intelligible. "I just..." Aziraphale sighed and rubbed his temples with his fingers, hoping that when he opened his eyes the demon haunting him would be gone and he could work on demonstrative pronouns in peace.

"You know," Crowley said slowly. "I'm pretty sure I owe you a drink." Aziraphale looked up to find the demon still standing where he'd left him, his face a touch paler than usual, but rapidly regaining its typical color.

"No you don't." Aziraphale allowed himself to be distracted from the scrolls for a minute. Crowley would leave soon enough and the pronouns could surely wait a few hours, right? "I've never bought you a drink."

"And that is going to change tomorrow," Crowley said, pushing his shaded lenses back up his nose from where they had been languishing. "You can buy me a drink then. Because today, I owe you a lot of alcohol." Aziraphale was not in the mood to argue that point.

"Fine," Aziraphale said, starting to close his scrolls and set them aside where they couldn't be accidentally crushed.

"Really?" Crowley looked surprised. "That's what convinces you go get a drink with me?"

"Yes," Aziraphale agreed, quickly straightening up the rest of his worktable. "You are going to buy me several drinks, all of which will be alcoholic and made of grapes. Second," he continued, "you are going to promise to consider the implications of your actions before encouraging anyone to build any more towers." Crowley looked like he was going to protest that one, so Aziraphale plowed ahead without pause. "Thirdly, I am going to vent about verb conjugations and noun declensions and you are going to nod sympathetically and get me another drink. Okay?" He looked at Crowley.

Crowley looked back at him, a smile playing around the corners of his mouth. "Okay," he agreed.

"Excellent." Aziraphale felt better already. "Lead the way, my dear."

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A/N: The thing about Good Omens is that with the creation of the Earth dating back to 4004 BCE, there's a lot of license to throw all of ancient history in a blender and see what comes out. So...this, glaring anachronisms and all.

Also, since ImprobableDreams mentioned it and now it's stuck in my head:

Roman legionnaire: Sir, do you know how fast you were going?

Crowley, with large innocent eyes: No idea, my good man. I just let the horses do their thing.

Roman legionnaire: The gentleman who owns this villa says that you were going at a speed in excess of 100 mille passus per hour down this road. *points to stretch of road that will one day be Oxford Street*

Crowley, with a butter-wouldn't-melt sort of expression: That doesn't sound right. His water clock must be broken. These horses *gestures toward two horses that look like they were taken directly from a fresco and had never actually seen a heredium of green pasture in their lives* couldn't have possibly been going that fast!

Roman legionnaire, hesitantly; I guess that's a good point. Carry on.

Crowley, doffing an invisible hat: And a good day to you as well.

[theviolenceinthepouringrainx]

Dear you,

I spent a long time thinking of things I would say to you if I ever had the chance. I always thought that there was so much more that I needed to say to you, to tell you. But the likely hood of us ever was so little that I accepted the fact that I would never be able to find the words and it wouldn’t matter.

Dear you,

It was you. I know it and you do to. We’ll never speak of it but I realised something today. In that fleeting second we locked eyes I found the words. 
I don’t love you. 
I never did.

Dear you,

I was never in love with you. I just thought I was because thats what teen movies are made of, boy meets girl, girl doesn’t feel good enough, boy helps her to understand that she is and they fall in love go to prom and live happily ever after for a summer. But that wasn’t us, we weren’t a teen movie. We weren’t even a ‘we’. You and I didn’t work because you wanted someone to be at your beck and call and I wanted someone to want me.

Dear you,

I had convinced myself that you using me between other girls was okay because you always come back to me and that meant something, that I meant something to you. But it works both ways I came back to you, I could have said no, I could have shut you out but I didn’t. I came back to you every time not because I loved you, but because I was afraid that some else would treat me the same way you did.

So Dear you,

I’m done now, theses are the last words I will ever write about you. I doubt you’ll ever read them and thats okay, you probably wouldn’t know they were about you if you did. I think it was alway meant to end like this, you doing whatever you do and me doing this. We might lock eyes again one day and there’ll been an understanding instead of a mutual dismissal part of me might even look forward to that. And finally…

Dear Myself,

I’m sorry, we deserved so much more. I’ve learnt my lesson I’m sorry that it took me so long. We are beautiful and interesting and unique.

Writing prompt 67

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thedreamer-of-improbabledreams, writing prompt #67: write about an almost relationship, which broke your heart ( @wnq-writers )

[beam-me--up-scotty]

I was tagged by the lovely improbabledreaming ♥

Rule 1: post the rules
 Rule 2: answer the questions the person who tagged you asked and write 11 new ones
. Rule 3: tag 11 people and link them to the post
. Rule 4: actually tell them you tagged them.

Their questions:

What’s your greatest fear? Loneliness, I think.

What age are you?             Almost 25

Favourite quote and why?  "If you can make a  woman laugh, you can make her do anything” Cos it’s usually true ;)

Top three favourite books? The Witcher series, LotR, Master and Margarita

Who’s your role model? A doctor Thomas I met during my education :)

What would your dream life be? Selling drinks on a beach on Bora Bora with the man I love by my side? Never gave it too much thought.

If you could have dinner with three people, dead or alive, who would they be?Freddie Mercury, Maria Sklodowska-Curie and Hiddles :P

Worst fanfiction you’ve ever read?   Tbh, I never read ANY. Nor I intend to :)

Best fanfiction you’ve ever read?   See above.

What country do you live in?    Poland

OTP?   Picard x Crusher? If I were to choose one. Or just my friend Arthur and his lovely fiance :P I’m pretty much indifferent to fandoms’ OTPs I think. Got my mind set on other things ;)

My questions:

Favourite flower?

Chocolate - dark, milk or white?

Cats or dogs?

Favourite juice?

Dream job?

What’s your natural hair color?

Doing something artistic?

Do you like spinach?

What’s your music taste in general?

Favourite tv show?

Will you smile for me today, please? :)

I tag whoever wants to be tagged, I can’t make up my mind :)

[imnotyourgod]

I was tagged by the wonderful mymindpalace :3

Rule 1: post the rules
 Rule 2: answer the questions the person who tagged you asked and write 11 new ones
. Rule 3: tag 11 people and link them to the post
. Rule 4: actually tell them you tagged them.

Their Questions:

1. Do you have a NOTP? What is it?

Oh hot damn, this is a hard one. It might just be Joffery and Sansa. They are just...no...I pair nothing with Joffery ><

2. Favourite movie?

Why all theses hard questions >< Maybe The Breakfast Club or Labyrinth

3. Would you rather have angelic powers or demonic powers?

Have you seen Cas and his mojo???? So much angelic powers

4. What country do you live in?

The United Sates of Fucktardedness

5. Do you find it easy to empathise with others?

So very much that it's a pain in the booty

6. Would you ever kill anyone under any circumstances?

I believe in any certain situation any person no matter what their morals are will kill someone. People learn to adapt to situations and killing is a certain adaption.

7. Do you like nature?

I love nature. Except when it's cold. The coldness sucks now matter how pretty.

8. Do you have any pets?

4 dogs.

9. Name 3 things that you hate.

Joffery, Ignorant people, and emotional and physical abusers 

10. Sexual orientation? (you don’t have to answer this if you don’t want.)

I'm pansexual. Gender does not matter to me, just the person inside.

11. How old are you?

17

My 11 questions for you dearys:

1. What's your favorite child hood memory?

2. What is your favorite show(s)?

3. Favorite part in that show(s).

4. If you could genderbend your life, would you?

5. What tabs are open on your computer right now?

6. How many books do you own?

7. What is on your nightstand right now?

8. If you could cameo in a show/movie which would it be?

9. Which episode/part would it be?

10. Favorite villain.

11. Who's the most important person in your life right now?