"And if that's true what you say, that God makes no mistakes" Crowley raised one finger "then God is a bastard"
"Crowley!" almost screamed Aziraphale
"Ah what! What are they gonna do to me?" the Serpent snapped "Kick me out? Rip my wings clean off my back and leave me there to bleed? What!!"
"Take you away from me?!" cried the angel "Again?!"
The demon froze.
"I'd rather they didn't, you know" Aziraphale murmured "I've grown quite fond of you Crowley, if you didn't notice" he looked down at his own shaking hands. The demon's yellow eyes were fixed on the angel's, nothing else of his figure moved; not a breath, not a heartbeat (not like their body needed air and a beating heart, but still-)
Aziraphale's voice started to break into small sobs "I remember how it felt when I first lost you, when I barely even knew you, and now" his sobs grew faster at each word "after all this time, oh I believe an existence without you at my side would be unbearable!" the angel sounded surprised at his own words, his hands clenched in two fists, silvery tears of fear and anger slowly filled his eyes, he wouldn't dare looking up.
Crowley was not any less surprised. So still. So silent. He blinked, once- he rarely ever did.
"So" Aziraphale sighed, after a minute of silence that felt like a century "it is in the most selfish of manners that I am again asking you" he finally looked up to his demon "- begging you, to please be careful"
Crowley blinked again. He raised his chin, slightly pushing his jaw out. He moved to Aziraphale and again raised a finger, capturing one single tear from the angel's lashes. He inspected that tear attentively, like a puzzle he couldn't solve.
It was Aziraphale's turn not to move a muscle: his demon was having a conversation with himself, and he could almost hear every word.
"For you, angel" the Serpent finally sighed, swallowing a gulp of resignation and unconditional love "anything".
They stood there, holding hands and looking into each other's eyes, for what we perceived as days but only lasted a few seconds for them.
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Written for the @drarrymicrofic prompt (you guessed it!): careless
~400 words (I KNOW I KNOW I JUST CAN’T), Teen
cw: discussion of panic, post-trauma stuff, slightly open ending (but hopeful! I promise!), 8th year, roommates, pre-relationship moment, pretty much SOOC (straight out of camera), but it feels good to write some words!
Harry isn’t careless with his things.
He grew up — not poor exactly, there was money, just not for him — but understanding that he had no safety net. Even though he has money now, enough, more than enough, more than he ever could have dreamed of when he was small and sad and alone under the stairs, he’s still very careful. It still doesn’t feel safe.
He’s meticulous. He takes care of things. He knows where they go and he puts them away, every single time. He’s not careless.
But right now, Harry can’t find his fountain pen, the gorgeous one that he’d treated himself to at the beginning of the year, the pen that makes him feel smart and educated and like he’s got his shit together because look, his fountain pen has a palladium nib and he always refills it before it can run out of ink. His pen is missing. It’s not in his bag. It’s not on his nightstand. It’s not anywhere that Harry can find it, and he’s really starting to panic now. He’s ripped his room apart, stripped the bed, dumped out his desk drawers, and still. He can’t find it.
Harry drops down to sit on his bare mattress, head in his hands as he tries to slow his frantic breathing. He can’t think, can’t do anything but feel the pounding of terror in his chest. Lost. It’s lost. Gone. He’s lost so much already, he thinks. This feels like too much.
The door opens and Malfoy comes in, already in mid-sentence, but he freezes when he sees the state of the room.
“What the fuck happened here, Potter?” he asks, sounding aggrieved but then he clocks the way Harry is sitting, slumped over, beyond panic now, and Malfoy hurries across the room.
“Potter, hey,” he says quietly and puts a hand on Harry’s back, heavy between his shoulder blades. “What happened?”
Harry’s throat is dry as he croaks, “I can’t find my…” He takes a shuddery inhale. “I can’t find my pen.”
Harry manages to turn his head to look at Malfoy, who is looking right back at him, brow furrowed.
“Did you forget you’re a wizard?” he asks gently. “You can Accio it.”
After they find the pen and set the room to rights, they sit, side by side, on the edge of Harry’s bed.
“Potter,” Malfoy says after a long silence. “You’re not okay.”
Harry swallows. Presses his knee against Malfoy’s.
“I know,” he says finally. “I know.”
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Did you ever do that deep dive into English Blood?
I was going to, but when I looked at the second verse, I realized that I wasn’t really that interested tbh. I think it’s a great song for Alex in an introspective way, but if there’s references to other songs/albums in the second verse, I could only pick out two. I also don’t know if I can really connect it to G&C.
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Hi hi anons!! First of all thanks so much anons for liking my one of my most fav fanart, very much appreciated😭❤️❤️
second, I want to go apeshit a little if I may-
I was also freaked out when I knew p’aof saw my bbs wedding fanart BUT IT’S FROM A REPOSTED ONE🥲😭🥲😭🥲😭 MY HEART HURT A LITTLE
((those probably my reactions)) bc this is like THE SECOND TIME I got noticed (first by p’sprite) but thru reposters which I didn’t remember them asking for permission first???????????????? tbh I could care less about being noticed (that’s why I rarely tagged the actors on my fanart), it’s like fine if they don’t know but bro, man, dudeeee, it’s not like I won’t be super happy if they notice my fanarts pls well at least with that my hardwork in those fanarts I made got real paid😭😭😭
I think what pissed me off was those kind of reposters didn’t even put credits/source when they first reposted even tho they know..... they’d only put the source after the post blew up and had the spotlights like????????????????? (even in some case the original artists got lesser engagements than the reposters🥲) AND THEY DIDN’T EVEN ASKED FOR PERMISSION SMH😭 man at least please have basic manner.... don’t get me wrong but there are some people who wanted to repost my art they’d ask for my permission first and I appreciate it very much PLS BE LIKE THEM😭👍👍 I even put “do not repost” sign on my twitter bio rn😭😭😭
I actually don’t have that much energy to deal with this issue man I’m too tired... I just feel a bit sad and the only place to rant is here ig so sorry you have to see this🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲
Yeah but I think the positive thing from this is I hope p’aof can consider the idea from my fanart to put it on special ep or in Our Sky 2.. ((but im still sad....))
to those reposters if you see this DONT TALK ME I ANGY
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Jonas brothers did that, they announced a one night only eras type show and when it sold out announced a whole 35 date tour. The fans were unsurprisingly upset. Why are they so bad at marketing? And more importantly why haven’t they changed their strategies because obviously it’s not working out well for them. Big celebrations are supposed to be fun but when you’re leaving out most fans it’s logical they’ll be upset. And unless the ATL shows are going to be eras type 3h long I’m not sure what is going to make them so OIAL. The stages in those venues don’t seem to be that big for some big production and I’m not sure how many special guests would be willing to show up for obvious reasons. I’m guessing that’s why the shows would be so spread out, so that if Alex’s voice goes he’ll be fine in a month. (Of course unless they do the whole tour thing in between.)
It really isn’t fair to just do these shows in the US. They have a ton of international fans and it’s like…they enjoy live music, too? Idk what to say other than I just don’t understand them and I cannot predict what they’re doing or thinking. I also do not give two shits about the Jonas brothers.
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