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Thursday throwback to when I had a tiny witches hat and my sweet cat endured me taking pictures of her wearing it.

Happy Halloween 👻🎃

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The fearsome Lion has been captured and contained. Much to his displeasure.

AKA my roommate got her eight week old foster kitten a play pen after her learned how to escape the box we had him in.

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I sometimes go back to read stories that I have lost motivation or momentum on and get invested in writing in all over again. Other times I just read my own stories as a reminder that yeah, I'm okay at this whole writing thing.

sometimes I remember how embarrassing it is to be sooo earnest about my original ideas and putting myself out there and feeling confident in my creations etc, but then I remember how joy is fleeting and if you have a chance to celebrate your own imagination do it with gusto, because dreams come and go but yaoi is forever 🫶

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He played so hard he fell asleep.

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My roommate is now officially fostering Newt. He is a (literal) handful. He prefers his box or the couch because at eight weeks old the world is very big and scary.

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My sweet, beautiful, nineteen year old Shadow died this morning. So I probably won't be posting for a while. Shadow has been with me since I was nine. I have and will always love her.

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My roommate found a kitten last night. We threw together an enclosure from what we had around the apartment in under ten minutes. If the little guy doesn't belong to anyone we're going to keep him.

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Me helping my eight month pregnant sister get her house clean so she and her husband will list it. The two of us are getting what we can do e and her husband will do what we can't during his time off.

Her coming down the stairs to find me sitting on the couch for a minute after my task was done and waiting for the next one, "Are you okay?"

Me *back, legs and other joint letting the pain of my auto immune desease scream at me that I am not* smiles, "I'm fine. What's next?"

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As someone with both autism and light sensitivity I am in love with this! It is fantastic. And I love how Angel Crowley is not forcing Zira to meet the standards others (Gabriel and Michael) saw. Instead he sees the problem, finds a gentle way to solve it, and verifies what Zira is feeling.

you give me cover from it all, but you're the brightest thing here

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Shadow has claimed my lap once again. I love her!

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My sweet Shadow, my nineteen year old girl, sleeping on me for four hours. The best way to spend a Friday night.

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I don't have fictional characters in my camera roll anymore. But the last one I remember having is either Fox or Wolffe.

(also tag your friends!) time to start a new chain of chaos >:)

let’s see who the lucky man is-

…hey yk what that’s not bad. it could be a LOT worse.

@stawberrywaffles307 @fiveminutetrash @salubriousbean @kybercrystals94 @royallykt @faithsilver (tags open!)

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My sweet nineteen year old girl was climbing into my lap but got too tired half way on. I love her

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My sweet nineteen year old girl has been on me for over three hours. I'm glad she's comfy and will stay as long as she wants me to. I love her😸

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My sweet nineteen year old cat on the towel I put in the floor for her to rest on when she got too tired to make it where she was going. There are also two blankets and her cat bed in different places on the floor for that same purpose.

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Am I spending my Friday night with my nineteen year old cat on my lap? Yes, yes I am. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

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Good Omens Family: Sarah's six year old blessing incident

Yesterday after my first post about this I was wondering, how did Aziraphale and Crowley's daughter learn that heaven and hell were real? And I remembered how Hastur would probably try to use Sarah to get back at Crowley.

So one sunny summer day as Crowley chills as a snake in the garden keeping an eye on Sarah while he also dozed in the sun. She was just reading while leaning against the base of the tree that had been there when Zira and Crowley had moved into the cottage. All of the plants were also watching over her, they knew that as long as she was around Crowley would not punish them because she wanted to see them get better.

It was much like most other sunny afternoons with Crowley fondly thinking of how Sarah was so much like his Angel when he fell asleep. After the sleep had deepened partly naturally and partly due to a repression spell that was aimed at him for that purpose. Everything carefully set Hastur who had possessed the body of a little old lady and walked along the lane. In front of the little cottage he caused the body to drop the large basket spilling the contents.

Sarah's attention was drawn by the noise and quickly hurried up to her gate to see what the problem was. A look to her sleeping dad to check before she exited the gate, "Would you like some help?" The six year old asked the being posing as a harmless granny with all the innocence and trust of childhood.

With as warm of a smile that Hastur could draw out of the body, "That would be lovely dear." Coming closer Sarah picked up the spilled vegetables and held the basket up for the possessed granny to take. She was close enough for him to fully grab now but the smell was causing his vessels nose to twich. And the granny let out a sneeze.

Sarah looked up at him, "Bless your soul." Then she started screaming as the grandma was set on fire. Crowley, like any parent, woke up in a panic on hearing the sound and instantly turned back to his more human form.

Darting out as fast as a snake Crowley jumped over the fence and pulled Sara away from the flaming grandma before summoning water to douse the poor woman. Sending the grandma to the hospital with a wave of his hand Crowley quickly knelt down to comfort his sobbing daughter, "I'm a murderer!"

"Shhh, it's alright dove," wrapping her in his arms and picking her up, "I'm here." Walking into the house, "The granny's not dead either so you're not a murder." After getting Sarah a cup of tea and some biscuits she was finally calm enough to answer, "Can you tell me what happened before she was on fire?"

Sarah was a stress eater so she downed three biscuits before answering, "She dropped her basket so I asked if she needed help. When she said yes I picked up her vegies and put them back, and as I handed her back her basket she sneezed." Crowley was watching her carefully as the kid finshed, "So I blessed her like Papa said to."

"And she caught fire after you blessed her?" Crowley had leaned forward and there was a snakelike glint in his eyes as he asked.

Sarah nodded, "Why did she catch fire Dad?" Before he could formulate an answer her eyes filled with tears, "Did I do something wrong?"

Scooping her up again, "No, you did exactly what you were supposed to do." Hugging his daughter close Crowley silently cursed whichever demon scared her so much to the darkest torture pit of hell. He and Aziaphale would need to find a way to explain to Sarah about what had really happened today.

It was close to dinner when Azirphale got home after closing the library when Crowley met him at the door with a kiss. Noticing the lack of a little girl running up to hug him, "Where's Sarah?"

Seeing the old hunted look come into Crowley's eyes as he answered, "In the greenhouse."

Taking his husbands face into his hands Zira asked, "What happened?" On hearing the events of the day he sat down and they started talking about how to explain things to their little girl.

And that was how Sarah learned about Heaven and Hell. Also there was a new set of guidelines and rules to try to keep her safe from another attack.