is this a safe space to say guts is my fave 2023 album and beats all the albums we’ve gotten so far in 2024
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oh hi. this did not in fact take only an hour to write but hey it's done! any support is so so appreciated <3
also thread of me lowkey liveblogging myself (not) writing this lmaoo
Summary:
A fun little side perk of being a demon is that Crowley only gets to see the world in shades of grey. That is, until that world is touched by one particular angel.
They say that it's not the fall that hurts, it's the landing. That's a partial truth, at least for him. The landing did hurt—his bones had shattered almost methodically, travelling through his legs and up his spine like a shiver; the whiplash from his head hitting the ground had felt like an explosion of guts in his mouth.
But the fall had hurt, too. Because the wind had cut into his useless wings like knives, his skin and grace peeling away under the friction, and he had been looking right up at the multicoloured and unreachable expanse of sky just to see it fade from his eyes into dull greys. And that was that.
For the indiscriminate time afterwards, he and all the other demons wandered Hell's corridors like strays, lost and trying to adjust to a new life where hope looked just as bleak as despair.
They wore all black, because the identifiability of that darkest shade meant that they wouldn't have to worry about clashing colours. An inconsequential problem, maybe, almost laughable in its insignificance, but it was the one piece of self-dignity they could still control. Back then, that was everything.
eybe surprised me with a drawing based on the holi scene in this fic and i treasure it with all my heart and it captures my mental image of it perfectly. it's included in the fic now too <3 love you eybe
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getting that note out reminded me of yet another reason our last roommates were, just... the worst
their ornery and constantly-in-pain senior cat pissed on the bag that had that note in it
and all they had to say for it was 'well, we told you she was territorial 🤷'
thankfully the note itself survived, but i had to nearly shred the envelope it was in just to get it out, which of course has my name written on it
and then kept it in a baggie with baking soda, then cat litter, for what has now been two and a half years and ONLY NOW is the smell finally gone
thanks for that guys!!
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Newsies!: the Musical - Fierstein/Menken, Newsies - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Racetrack Higgins/David Jacobs, Spot Conlon/Racetrack Higgins/David Jacobs (eventually)
Characters: David Jacobs, Racetrack Higgins, Spot Conlon
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Racetrack Higgins has wings, Spot Conlon is a witch, David is a human with a lot of catching up to do, Established Relationship, At least for Racetrack and David, Spravey will soon become Spravey I promise, Trans Racetrack Higgins, Not mentioned explicitly but he is to Me, Developing Relationship, Fluff, David deals with childhood insecurities but Race is a good boyfriend, Cuddling & Snuggling, Specifically how that works when your boyfriend has wings, Once again wrote this because I wanted to write magical boyfriends and for self-care purposes
Summary:
No, he is simply freaking out because he does not know the logistics of how to sleep over at his boyfriend’s place, and, trust him on his word, that question contained multitudes. He has no idea how cuddling works when his boyfriend has gigantic wings. Let alone how to be comfortable in close proximity without it putting some kind of strain on Race and/or his wings. And since there are no, at least academically factual books written on this particular topic, there is no way in which he could actually kind of control his anxiety.
MAGICAL!! BOYFRIENDS!! AU!! IS BACK BABEY!!!
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