-the bookshop, grand opening-
aziraphale: *arranging shelves*
crowley, lingering in the doorway, holding flowers and chocolates: *clears his throat*
aziraphale, turns around, worried: what are you doing here? you could have been seen by gabriel! or- or sandalphon!
crowley, rolls his eyes: oh come on, I wasn’t about to miss your big day *coy* lucky there just happened to be a temptation nearby to lure them away
aziraphale, smiling: lucky indeed *glances at him* you can come in, you know
crowley, enters, hands him the flowers and chocolates: I was waiting for you to invite me
aziraphale, shakes his head: I know but you really didn’t have to. I want you to feel comfortable here. this is a safe space. besides, you’re the exception to the rule, crowley
crowley: …
aziraphale, concerned: are you okay?
crowley, tearful: yep. fine
aziraphale, nods, happily: right, well, I’ll just get these into a vase then we can indulge in a rather nice bottle of wine I’ve been saving for this very occasion *leaves*
crowley: *looks around*
crowley: *notices a space on the desk under the lamp*
crowley: *sees an extra chair next to the desk*
crowley: *realises he’s wanted and belongs at the bookshop*
aziraphale, returning with the wine and chocolates: I have to say, crowley, you really-oh, my dear, what ever is the matter?
crowley, sobbing in his new chair: nothing. just…having a moment here
where are the cute tall demon girls in my dms 👉👈
Seven years ago today I met this little guy and decided to bring him home.
His mom and siblings died in a bad storm, and he was so friendly and pathetic that I couldn't chance him dying too.
His first car ride!
He was a skinny, dirty little critter, so we gave him a bath and lots of food and love and toys (Donatello and Captain Hook were not among them, but he played with them anyway.)
He liked to curl up on my boobs. Still does, even though he's much larger now.
We decided to name him Butters. Here he is on his first trip to PetCo!
Now he's all grown up, fat and happy. Also very, very dumb. We love him anyway.
Happy coming home anniversary, Butters!
Baldurs gate 3 makes me confront many things about myself. Horrible, horrible things.
Do I value all life the same? Am I willing to sacrifice others to not be inconvenienced?
Worse of all, do I love women more than I love cheeky evil men?
Truly a life changing experience.
Worse of all, do I
love women more than I love
cheeky evil men?
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
800 years ago at All Saints Church in Hereford, England, a skillful carpenter carved this gentleman high up in the dark roof where nobody could see him. Five years ago they built an extra floor with bright lights for a restaurant.
Me, going to dinner at a new restaurant: There better not be a thotty medieval wood carving serving cunt on a silver platter
This carving: