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[stellarspecter]

@pscentral event 20: antagonists ↳ THE LORDS IN BLACK in NERDY PRUDES MUST DIE

[daily-basil]

It is very warm outside rn

[flimsy-spine]

Standing inbetween you, and anyone who thinks they can hurt you, is exactly where I wanna be standing.

[mvthr]

MATT MURDOCK AND ELEKTRA NATCHIOS

❝you're in the wind, i'm in the water nobody's son, nobody's daughter...❞

@lgbtqcreators creator bingo - transition

[hotter-than-your-dad]

*outside @panda-bear-here’s door bedraggled out of breath, flustered, semiverabl but like still super hot*

[doodleswithangie]

a gift for @this-bumblebee-commands-the-sea as part of @gospexchange! i was immediately drawn to one of her song choices "the fall" by half•alive and went all out. hope you enjoy!

[Video Description: A "Good Omens" animatic of Aziraphale and Crowley at the end of Season 2, set to the song "the fall" by half•alive. Detailed description with lyric trasncript under the cut. End VD]

Aziraphale and Crowley's argument at the end of Season 2 plays out to the first verse, culminating in their big kiss:

It’s like waking up in surgery. I can’t seem to see right past the lights and I’m So scared to take a knife to my chest And let you see the heart that's inside Oh I’m just trying to introduce you To this idea that I’ve grown used to It’s like sharing a dream with someone Once you say it out loud, it can’t be undone Yeah, once you say it out loud, it can’t be undone I can't trust the fall

They are thrown back to memories of their truce for Job, the 1941 magic trick, the reluctant gift of holy water in 1967, and outsmarting heaven and hell after Armageddon.

I jump off and into your arms But I can’t trust the fall Take my voice I’m giving it though I don’t feel safe at all (Chorus repeats)

Aziraphale recalls when their first meeting in the stars, then their first meeting in Eden.

It’s like sharing a dream with someone Once you say it out loud, it can’t be undone

Snapping back to reality, Aziraphale pulls out of the kiss with a gasp. Crowley looks resigned. Fade to black.

I can't trust the fall

The sound of birds chirping leads into Aziraphale sat at his desk. A casually dressed Crowley brings him tea. They toast with content smiles, and from inside their South Downs cottage, look out on the apple tree in their garden. Fade to black.

[baeshijima]

FUCK THIS CONCERT

[tarancho]

i'm sorry, i got lazy about the blueprints lmao.

[nonsmokinghotelroom]

A Coney Island-bound F train pulling into the lower platform at West Eighth Street–New York Aquarium station. Brooklyn, NY. December 2024.

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

Books of 2024: What I'd Like To Read By The End Of The Year.

I was feeling ~Whelmed~ over the weekend about all the things I still want to read, and I thought to myself, "Gee Why Is That??", so I pulled everything off my shelf and stacked it up basically in the order I'd like to read it and then went "....ah I see, carry on."

Now this stack WOULD be fine, except everything from ALWAYS COMING HOME down through HOUSE OF LEAVES is stuff I'd like to read adjacent to writing projects, namely: 1. IN BETWEEN (which I'm working on now but need to wrap up by the end of August) and then 2. NANO (which, y'know. Starts on November 1). So the sixteen (16) books between ACH and HOL are for the next three (3) months, and then I'll come back for the side-leaners during/after NaNo, I think.

(Not pictured in this stack is STARLING HOUSE, which I don't have in hand yet but will also be a NaNo Prep book!)

Basically my plan is to read down through this stack in this order and see how long it takes me! I finally got set up with my coworking space today, so hopefully I'll be writing late a couple nights a week starting. tomorrow. Which. will eat into reading time pretty significantly, hopefully.

But there's so much cool stuff I want to read! And write! And knit!! You see why I'm having A Time, huh.

[banditblvd]

Uhh seasonal bdubs anyone ?

[worldsmostcasualmpregfan]

[dj khaled voice] anotha one (fic i might never finish)

Jamie was fucking tired of it. Roy was a fucking sight on the pitch, and Jamie knew he knew how to guide the team to greatness and had countless lessons in fame, but fuck if he wasn’t dull when it came to literally everything else.

“No,” he said, “I’m not dating your sister. I don’t even fucking want your sister!” He paused, then added, “She’s mad lovely, though. Nothing against her.”

“Last you said, she was fit,” Roy growled, because that’s the only way he's able to communicate.

Jamie rolled his eyes. “Yeah, ‘cause it’s true and ‘cause it’s fun winding you up. You really never realised?”

Roy glared, though it wasn’t that much different from his expression before.

Jamie sunk deeper into his chair, defeated, and sighed. “Look, mate, your sister is fit, but have you ever considered it’s ‘cause she’s a Kent? And — and you always think I’m trying to fucking... fuck the women close to you, if not her then it’s Keeley, and look, I like them, I love Keeley, but not like that, and have you ever considered that—.” Jamie swallowed, fingers curling into his palms, nails biting into the skin. This was it; the big reveal. He could just keep his mouth shut and nothing would have to change.

But Roy just kept looking at him, and Jamie said it anyway: “Have you ever considered that all I’ve ever fucking wanted is you?”

Finally, Roy glanced away, and Jamie took a breath, then Roy closed his eyes, and Jamie saw him count to three — fucking... anger? He was angry at Jamie for this? And Jamie prepared for a fight, a fist flying at his face, even though he thought they’d left that behind in the alleyway behind the club, mostly because they were fucking shit at fistfighting, and really Jamie had just wanted Roy’s hands on him and didn’t know what else to do and it’s like a fucking primal instinct, reacting to Roy’s fire with flames of his own, but instead of punching him, Roy just shook his head and asked, “You think I’m fit?”

Jamie couldn’t help it — he laughed, and it was slightly hysteric, slightly too bright and too sharp and too much, but it was just unbelievable. That’s what it was. “Fucking hell, Roy! Yes! I’ve just had your poster up on me wall for the past fucking thirteen years for shits and giggles, yeah.”

Roy scoffed but dipped his head. “Alright. Alright.” He took a swig from his bottle, and Jamie determinedly looked away but in a way that wasn’t obvious. Still, when his eyes went back to Roy, he found Roy to already be watching him. Jamie licked his lips. Roy’s gaze lowered and followed the movement.

It wasn’t an answer, but Jamie felt confident. He leaned forward, and Roy didn’t stop him. Still, the first touch of their lips was soft and tentative and the most chaste first kiss Jamie’s ever had. He loved it, and he didn’t think about if it would happen again. He’d make sure it happens again.

When he pulled away, Roy’s eyes were still shut, and his brow was furrowed. Jamie just barely held back from tracing his tongue across his lips, curious if he’d be able to taste Roy, if there was anything in a kiss like that.

He felt like he was twelve again, sneaking around with one of the boys from the academy. But this was even more nerve-wracking because, well, it’s Roy fucking Kent, innit? National hero, Jamie’s first gay wank fantasy, probably Jamie’s greatest love after football and his mum. He’d been confident, but now he was readying for things to go tits up.

Roy opened his eyes. “You fucking mean it, then?”

Jamie blinked. “Uh, yeah. Yeah. ‘Course I mean it. I love you.” And he hadn’t meant to say that, and he for sure fucked it, but at the same time he felt lighter, like the full truth had finally been revealed.

And Roy didn’t look mad or disgusted or like he was going to up and leave Jamie there by himself at the bar, even though it was his own fucking house, and Jamie felt himself take a breath.

“Roy?” His voice was small. “You don’t have to say anything back, or, well, I’d like it if you did, but it doesn’t have to be that. Just. Just—”

“Jamie?”

“Yeah, coach?”

The glare he got in return for that was perfect, and he felt tingles all over. He smiled, hesitant. Roy rolled his eyes, grabbed the front of Jamie’s shirt, and pulled him into another kiss.

[affluent-havoc]

[thelittlepetfan]

~ Skip ~

Rough sketch but we need more Skip content so here she is yippee~

[sigalrm]

Peniz Elvis by Pascal Volk

[nonsmokinghotelroom]

Terminating trains at Coney Island–Stillwell Avenue station. January 2025.