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if u voted for trump, I mean this in the most disrespectful way possible, I do not want anything to do with you. Not only did you vote against basic human rights and equality, you decided rascism, homophobia, islamophobia, transphobia & misogynistic behavior wasn't a deal breaker. i do not want your follow or support ! thank you.

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Guys they had free smut in the waiting room of respiratory when I went to get an EKG 😂😂 I think this is hilarious and baffling so more than likely I'm going to share this to multiple side blogs

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I haven't RPed him in forever but I do have all the characters that I RP or have RP in my Google calendar so I remember their birthdays so

Happy Birthday Adam! 😂

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I would actually give anything for a thread where Damian is having a break down bc one of his siblings thought it would be funny silly goofy to see what he would look like with Bruce's eyes and he walked into he cave and there was just his siblings crowded around a giant pic of him up on the bat com with blue eyes but all he could see was Aidan when he'd spend enough time in the sun to actually get some color to him bc Damian doesn't get as dark as he used to be in Gotham bc the sun is allergic to the sky's there or something so he's lighter in the pic then he was as a kid and he got tears in his eyes and ran off and someone had to go after him and he just got angry and lashed out until finally breaking down and telling them about his twin brother who he thinks is dead someone pls give this to me I'm actually begging on my hands and knees.

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I had a VISION

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Crowley Verses; I Will Find You

Verse with @galacticforces

Aziraphale and Zadkiel had roamed earth together since Eden, Zadkiel convincing his siblings that he wanted to be close to and observe 'gods favorite creations' and so was allowed on earth along side their early representative. Around 1960 though, Aziraphale disappeared.

Zadkiel went to his siblings about it after 3 years, they waved him off and said that demons probably took him out. They tried to reassign another angel to his position, but he pitched a fit about it and took over the spot himself. He went looking for the demon assigned to earth after that, one of Aziraphale's siblings who had fallen.

To say that they were furious to lean their brother was missing was an understatement, they had no idea what had happened but they tried to find out. Roughly 10 years before Aziraphale walked into Zadkiel's cafe as a human they brought a baby to Zadkiel, said that they would rather melt in holy water than do what hell wanted without answers of what happened to their brother.

Since then Zadkiel had been raising The Antichrist in secret on his own, keeping the fact from his siblings and hell for as long as he possibly could.

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Zadkiel had been keeping an eye on Aziraphales shop for decades now, going every few days in between running his cafe. Every 5-10 years he would vanish, locking up the shops and putting miracles on them meant for protection. He would then go looking in new places he'd decided he would definitely find him in well taking care of things that Gabriel told him needed attention, coming back every time with less and less hope.

And then he had heard the bell to his shop ring and glanced up to tell them that, sorry, he was closing up for the day. Usually he was open longer, until he sold out of the days pastries or customers naturally stopped coming in. He'd been closing earlier and earlier lately though, the itch to leave starting to surface again. When he looked up though? He froze, whatever words that were going to come out caught in his throat as he started at the man in the doorway for what he knew was to long.

He didn't snap out of it though until he spoke. It didn't get past him that, on top of this man being very much human, the familiarity was not there. This had to be Aziraphale though, in all his searching he had plenty of deadends but this. He would recognize him anywhere; angel, human, even if he somehow became a demon. Zadkiel was sure that he would always recognize him. “Oh, sorry. Yes, of course. Was there anything particular you were looking for?”

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The moment Zan first caught sight of Mr. Zadkiel, he was drunk, and maybe a little bit high, and stumbling his way out of a gay club that wasn’t his scene at all. He was with a truly beautiful and enthusiastic date who was, probably, far too young for him, but made him feel wanted. None of that stopped him from seeing that that man on the corner was the most beautiful thing on this Earth and falling straight in love with him.

He didn't know anything about him, of course, and hadn't even talked to him, but he'd overheard someone who looked to be a particularly unsavory sort say his name mid-conversation, and that was enough for Zan to do some research--the internet, really, was an incredible invention. Mr. Anthony J Zadkiel was the current owner of a closed rare books shop which, oddly, shared his own last name, had a little plant cafe not too far from it, and, as far as Zan could see, had a suspicious lack of online presence.

He waited, for a while, trying to talk himself out of appearing quite so unbearably creepy, but when he proved entirely unable to get the image of him out of his head, even after weeks, he started to watch him from afar. He caught a glimpse of him near the charming little bookshop, once, but more often than not, he was in the cafe. After two weeks of this behavior that anyone would have to admit was uncomfortable if not entirely wrong, he finally worked up the courage to go inside. He didn’t expect anything but perhaps a brief moment of eye contact when taking his order that he could subsist on for a week or so, but when Zan stepped through the door, he got much more than that. Zadkiel looked, frankly, as though he'd seen a ghost, and Zan actually turned to look behind him for apparitions before drawing his eyebrows together in confusion. "Um. Hello? You are open, aren't you?"

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I'm going to be mobile for a bit because the AC is in my bedroom and I refuse to bring my laptop in there

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I feel like I'm going more insane every time I read this oc info

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Anna was tempted to take the opening to not sound insane, and so she did. "I don't think so, but I look at so m any face. Maybe you just have one of those ones that feels familiar." As she spoke she turned back to the painting he had been looking at, using the image to distract herself. It didn't work very well though, eyes focusing on the white curls of an angel sheltered under a demons wing.

"This is my most recently finished piece, but I have some that are more in line with my old style if you're interested in seeing them." The gallery didn't technically open for another hour, but besides how familiar he felt? People tended to be a little rude about her newer paintings. It was always a risk though when you had fans of your work and shifted your focus as much as she had lately.

Her comment had the angel’s head tilting. The art was quite striking, Aziraphale thought it a genuine shame if her clientele were struggling to appreciate it. Such was the world of art and its finicky ways he supposed.

“In the park...” repeated in a more serious tone than he intended. Aziraphale had to remind himself that this could be- and likely was- an entirely normal thing. Being noticed by humans wasn’t unusual. People noticed each other all the time, there were stories about it. Besides, there were always sketch artists and painters set up in St. James’s.

He forced the unwarranted dread back down and smiled, “Ah, yes, of course! I’m...sure I’ve seen you taking in the scenery,” he lied. “A wonderful spot for inspiration if I do say so myself. Perhaps you’ve-” the angel paused, loathe to bring attention to his ‘business’ but hoping to put her seemingly addled mind at ease, “visited my shop? I’m co-owner of A.Z. Fell and Co.” As he offered up the suggestion, his own thoughts were starting to muddle themselves once he really took in the subject of her art.

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Over the last 5 days Crowley had noticed the way that Aziraphale seemed tense when he left, even if it was only twice. First to clean up and add wards to the shop, and then to double-check the wards he had put on The Bentley when he thought about it after the fact. When he returned and was back beside him again he had relaxed both times, which was maybe the only reason that he felt bold enough to move into the bed with him now when he was fully awake.

Part of it was definitely the selfish need to tangibly know that he was still there and okay though, the panic he'd felt when he saw him laying in the rubble bleeding still fresh in his mind.

At what he said next he tensed slightly, a feeling of unnecessary guilt washing through him. He didn't say anything right away, but when he finally did? His voice was quiet and sharp. "Sister or not, I'm putting the fear of Lucifer into Michael next time I see her."

They'd never laid quite like this, before. The touch and the closeness, the sound of Crowley's heart under his ear--it took some getting used to. Still, Aziraphale let himself be moved, and he laid down with only the slightest whimper of protest, though his hands remained braced awkwardly in his body's continuing attempts to prevent moving muscles that were no longer there.

He wished Crowley could do more too, but it was no good wishing for the impossible. No one could do more than Crowley already was. He closed his eyes and pressed his face to Crowley's shirt to wait out the pain medication filtering into his body, and gradually, his tenseness eased slightly, and he went from bracing himself to tentatively holding Crowley.

"At least you can be sure I'll never leave you again," he said, knowing as soon as he did that the humour fell entirely flat. "Sorry, that... you've done plenty, dear. I couldn't ask for more."

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“Most demons tend to not be very bright."

Crowley pushed the flap to the box closed, moving around the counter to gopcloser to the other, more to inspect how similar they looked than anything. “With at least 1 exception to the rule.” Probably a few other's besides Zi in Hell that had a bit of sense, but he hadn't known any of them well enough to judge that in...well millenia.

“I'm not going to attack you, well. Unless you give me a reason to defend myself.” Given the 'natural enemies' thing though, he stopped a few feet away from the other and squinted at him slightly as he took in the snake on the side of his head. It was right where his own constellation mark was, reflecting the current zodiac.

Though he was also looking for anything beyond the inherently visible that might point to who exactly this was. “Something about you is... off.”

“I'm fairly certain I should be asking that question, if you think that impersonating an Archangel is going to end in anything but Michael demanding your execution you might want to think again.” Not that it meant they would be executed, but there would definitely be demands for it.

Ultimately the punishment for demons was left up to Hell though, unless they were to harm a human or attack an angel directly? Heaven wasn't supposed to interfere in any kind of permanent way.

But he was also pretty sure that Zi would likely have his own opinions on what should happen to this demon, so the chances of them getting away with whatever it was they were trying to do was... Minimal.

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Beelzebub Headcanon #2:

During their time in heaven they were known as Zuriel, though to other angels they were known as "The Angel of Bees" because of that being the first thing they assisted in making? To humans they would have been remembered as The Guardian angel of the forest and nature, the direct opposite of what they later represented as a demon. In the early days of hell right after the fall they hated it, ripping off what was left of their damaged wings in a fit of rage and taking away any chance of them possibly healing. They were angry, they had loved what they did, they didn't want it destroyed and thats why they had turned away from the plan and revolted. Now they represented the death and decay they wanted to stop, and the only one of their creations that stayed loyal to them were The Flies. Even the first creatures they had a part in making, the bees, ignored them when they called to them. The Flies would never let them be alone though.

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Crowley didn't respond to that, because he was right. Angels and demons weren't suppose to get along, in any capacity other than maintaining the status quo. He didn't understand it because they had, for so long they had all been friends or colleagues or siblings.

How everyone else could just... pretend that wasn't true was the most burning question he had. It was one he expected never to get an answer to though, because asking an angel about it would get him reported to his siblings and we'll... Zi was the only demon he talked to.

When he finally spoke again he snapped out of his thoughts and his attention focused back on Zi, even if what he said was quiet? Crowley had a habit of zeroing in on anything the demon said.

“Theres not much you could do that would bother me, Zi.” It was the truth, for once unfiltered. Even if it likely could get him into a lot of trouble, even if it managed to get Zi upset with him.

Crowley watched the other with his lips pressed together in a thin line, doing his best to prevent himself from just speaking without thinking like he did so often with the other. Usually he was good at not doing that with anything related to what he was bringing up now, but he hadn't been able to stop thinking about it.

Finally he broke eye contact, reaching to pour himself another glass of wine. “Your right, silly of me.” Even if he was by some chance right he seemed to be making Zi uncomfortable, still; he couldn't help one more comment. “Its just that most demons wouldn't even be friends with an angel, I guess I should just chalk it up to to much wine and an over active imagination though.”

He brought his glass up to take a sip as if to punctuate the point, he was trying to give the demon both an easy out or continuation of the conversation. Really he couldn't help but feel entirely ridiculous for even having brought it up in the first place, why couldn't he leave well enough alone?

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Guess who's notes and messages are working right again bitches

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I'm going to make a full list of all my muses in a bit, but for now here's my strongest muses at the moment listed from the most to the least amount of muse. My original main is thatbitchkayla30 and I'm working on getting tumblr to unlock it. PLEASE If you DM do it to this blog bc for some reason it's not giving me access to messages for the side blogs despite giving this one admin status on them.

Danny Phantom (@aidanwaynealghul)

Dan Fenton (@aidanwaynealghul)

Reborn Maria Di Angelo (@landofgodsxmonsters)

Talia Al Ghul (@aidanwaynealghul)

Jason Todd (@batfambitches)

Harry Hook (@ixmxgod)

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LMFAO A GROUP RP BLOG DIDN'T LIKE ME CALLING THEM OUT FOR USING INDIE RP TAGS AND SO THEY REPORTED ME FOR URL HOARDING.

Babes I use all of these urls, just bc I'm not active on the same ones all the time doesn't mean I don't use them. Can't even tags them bc they blocked me after reporting me.