#we all scream for ice cream

[fuzzygoblin]

We All Scream for Ice Cream - 🎆 ✨ Now Complete!

✨ 🎆

Word count: 71271

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 18/18

We've made it to the end; Crowley's final big decision and a glimpse into their future together. Enjoy responsibly. Or irresponsibly, both work just fine in my opinion. 🍨 🍦 ☕

My eternal gratitude to u/ckocek who beta'd this crazy fic and improved my punctuation and laughed along in all the right places and called me out if I missed the mark. And thank you to @goodomensafterdark

[my-little-black-heart]

[existennialmemes]

I scream

You scream

We all scream

There is no ice cream, only

✨ Screaming ✨

[indycarnocontext]

[anabsoluteagathokakological]

you know what makes life better...?

COOKIE AND CREAM ICE CREAM MY GUYY!!!

[luckyfox3000]

Made myself a little midnight snack! (Ice cream, whipped cream, chocolate chips, sprinkles, and a little chocolate syrup)

[geareduptom]

My voice just wants to guide you!

Poor Leon got in over his head at the wrong turn

[everydaydeeds]

Day 3463 - Local ice cream is my favorite part of summer. I always go for a cone to avoid the trash.

[klina12]

@byk23

Abbypenguin 🐧 going her favorite ice cream 🍦 shop 🙂

(Not my gif), gif from tenor.com

[cyanicus]

An Inktober that I decided to turn into posters for an art show I’m going to this weekend~

[mayflora-18]

Ice cream: good decision

Cookies and cream ice cream with peppermint whipped cream on top at midnight: great decision

-me

[theoldsmelly]

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Not sure about the flavour selection 💩…..

[sinceyousawvienna]

Saw Shelly in his ice cream costume and I wanted something similar for Matt

[grumpygenderfluidgoblin]

REEEEEEEEEE

sometimes i just let out this...high pitched chirp?? a scream? idk what sound im making, but i like to jump and flap my arms while doing so. i honestly have no idea why i do this, but i feel better afterwards. so, NO MOM, i will not be stopping anytime soon.

[kaleidoscopeminds]

luke in dc n1 💜

[1lostsoul0fishbowl]

happy father’s day to wayne munson 💕

excerpt from gone away, my love letter to wayne…

Miss Dunham, the teacher’s aide, opened the front door for him as he ran, heart pounding, toward the building. “Hi, Mr. Munson,” she greeted him cheerfully. She didn’t sound angry. “Eddie’s waiting for you in the Activity Room. I’ll show you where it is.” She chatted to him as they walked through the school, telling him that Eddie had a good day, he was a very bright and sweet boy— Wayne already knew that, but it still made him happy to hear it— and, most importantly, that a few of the teachers ran an after-school daycare program for kids whose parents both worked. “Or guardians,” she added hastily, glancing at him. “I don’t know if that’s something you’d be interested in, but if so you could enroll Eddie any time during the year.” Wayne assured her he would definitely be interested.

He eagerly scans the room for his nephew as soon as Miss Dunham pushes the door open, and his heart does something funny in his chest when he catches sight of the boy. Something that he’s fairly sure a flowery dime store novelist would describe as “leaped for joy”. Eddie is sitting at a small table with a few other kids, all of them coloring pictures of what looks like Halloween monsters. A brief half-formed thought about costumes flutters through his head, but it completely vanishes when Eddie catches sight of him and his entire face lights up with a huge smile. He jumps up, nearly knocking his chair over, and Wayne is dropping to his knees before he even realizes what he’s doing, holding out his arms to catch Eddie as the little boy flings himself wildly at him.

“Hey, little darlin’,” he murmurs into his nephew’s curly hair. “I’m so sorry I’m late. I got here as quick as I could, honest.”

“‘S’okay,” Eddie whispers, and Wayne squeezes him a little tighter before letting go. Miss Dunham is watching them with a fond smile. He breathes a sigh of relief; he hasn’t messed up too badly. “Ready to go?” he asks, and Eddie nods happily, rushing to grab his jacket and backpack. He whispers a goodbye to the kids he was sitting with, and Wayne’s heart does the funny leap again at the kids’ friendly sounding chorus of “bye, Eddie!” with smiles and waves. It leaps even harder when Eddie thanks Miss Dunham on their way out.

He wonders briefly if it’s odd to feel so much pride— after all, he wasn’t the one who taught the boy those nice manners— but he can’t help the warm glow that washes over him when Eddie reaches up to take hold of his hand. He decides to quit trying to figure it out and just enjoy it.

“I’m sorry I was so late,” he apologizes again as he leans into the car to buckle Eddie’s seatbelt. “Be honest, now,” he adds, “did you think ol’ Uncle Wayne forgot you?”

“I didn’t think you forgot,” Eddie says quietly. His lower lip quivers as he continues, “But I was scared something bad happened to you.”

“Nothing bad’s gonna happen to me, little darlin’. I’m fixin’ to be around for a long time.” He gently wipes away the single tear that escaped with his thumb. “But I’m sorry I made you scared.” He slides behind the wheel, and catches his nephew’s eye in the rear view mirror. “I’m usually real good at keeping promises. I feel bad that I promised you I’d be here and then I wasn’t. Will you let me try again tomorrow?” And Wayne’s heart does that strange leap of joy again when Eddie smiles and nods.

As they’re passing Benny’s diner he has a sudden impulse, and pulls into the parking lot. “I think your very first day of school deserves a little celebration, don’t you? Let’s get some ice cream and you can tell me all about it. Sound good?”

“Sounds real good,” Eddie agrees. He’s barely out of the car when Wayne has another sudden impulse. He pounces, lifting Eddie up high and swinging him in circles. The little boy’s delighted squeals and giggles fill the air and Wayne’s ears and an empty place in his heart he hadn’t even realized was there.