#the good brain chemicals

[mostlyjustgoose]

don’t mind me, just thinking about how in 1941 Aziraphale stepped in to cover for a magician who was specifically a deserter and ended up having to pull off a legitimately deadly trick, under intense scrutiny and pressure, with no miracle other than somebody he trusted

just thinking about how Aziraphale is now stepping in to cover for a deserter and is going to have to pull off the highest stakes magic trick of all time (saving humanity), under intense scrutiny and pressure, with no one he trusts immediately within reach

just thinking about a lone caraway seed and three cowrie shells, and the art of making sure your audience is looking exactly where you want them to look, so you can hide the trick in all the spaces they’re not paying attention to

just thinking about how he can only ever pull off a magic trick when it’s either very close quarters or vitally important

you know, just thinking

[chernozemm]

infatuation makes your heart race love is quiet. love sets you at ease.

and because most of my pieces are mental screenshots of little scenes in my head, here's the scene:

Crowley was tugged into consciousness bit by bit. The afternoon light slowly filtered in, as well as the hum of music from the other room and the weird angle his neck was at. He was warm and content and wanted to sink back into his nap, but the threads of sleep fluttered away the more he tried. Finally, he took a deeper breath, shifting in the armchair, and cracked an eye open just a sliver. There he was, the angel, sitting at his desk. Had hardly noticed Crowley was awake, engulfed in his task of retouching a damaged page. Looking at his hands, Crowley became aware of the fuzzy warmth covering his own and peeked down to see a blanket tucked around his shoulders.

The feeling hit him so hard he let his head loll to the side, eyes closed. His chest tightened and he just…buckled. Finally came undone under the weight of his love for Aziraphale. Its inexorable, steadfast pull which he had been pushing back against for millennia, it had finally caught him off guard, sleepy and vulnerable and so tired from holding back, from refusing to name it. It was a quiet surrender. Crowley looked back at Aziraphale with the understanding of a man meeting his end and embracing it.

Perhaps he could gently pull the blanket to the side and get up. Perhaps he could cross the few steps to the desk and place a freshly made cup of tea to Aziraphale’s right. Perhaps he would hold his gaze, for longer than needed to answer “Don’t mention it”. Perhaps he would ask him if he would like a scone with that. Perhaps Aziraphale would understand that this was not about the scone at all. And yet, what Crowley was asking of him was also exactly about scones. And tea. And quiet afternoons together. Perhaps the angel would finally put down his sword, too, and the world would let out a breath it had been holding for millennia.

the soulmate to this piece, i guess.

[boom-doodles]

you go girl 💖

[mugwot]

some Barnaby for the soul

[artystaroc]

So many FNaF trailers lately! Let me add to the pile of content by throwing the boys on here :3

[dragon-tidbits]

I got a couple of early christmas presents for myself ❤️ I literally can not look at Ford without IMMEDIATELY hugging him

Also-

My boyfriend has resparked his loving torment of my newest husbandos

[jtownnn]

posting fic for the first time in my life at the tender age of 32 is like

[frnkiebby]

the fucking CUTEST~🎃

[blinkpen]

drew grimstone fat and middle aged bc i could and i wanted to

[lloydfrontera]

the way the webnovel will have lloyd feeling like a tiny dog caged with a lion when he's with alicia, make him get goosebumps and chills the entire time they're talking, an ominous feeling as he realizes what his future looks like and then have him make a half-hearted remark about her looking nice in the right light,,,, only to immediately after in the very next chapter have javier walk with him late at night, falling into step with him naturally, the way they have done for years, and have lloyd confess to javier his true feelings, how scared he is, how thankful he feels for having javier, how he wouldn't have come so far without him and then telling him to be careful in the battle to come, to not go too far and to not get hurt. effectively making his last true conversation before going to his 'death' be with javier.

like. one of these is supposed to be the canon love interest at the closest they've ever been to each other and the other just his very good buddy that he wanted to grow old with and is planning on sacrificing his life for

three guesses on which one is which and the first two don't count

[mostlyjustgoose]

spoiler-free review of Barbie (2023): I want to compress this movie into a stake and drive it through Joss Whedon’s heart and watch the life leave his eyes before comprehension can dawn in them.

10/10 would and will go see again

[lousydrawingsforgoodpeople]

[evren-sadwrn]

“The room has plain, off-white walls. All the ceiling tiles are perfectly uniform. Both the occupants are clean, tidy, not a speck of grime to be seen. The door–

There is no door.”

— maybe they should add a fifth wall, by oneirogen

[elialys]

Actually sent my application to the school I want to go to, today. If it goes well, I'll get an entry interview for the end of April, which is very selective (1/4 gets in), but fuck it, I decided I have my chances.

Look at me rocking going back to school in my late 30s.

[serataph]

based on this post / au by sunny-does-jjk

[fushigurro]

i need to be creampied. for my health