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mabel and ford <3

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That are so cute 😭😭

i like you because of your terrible personality, generally awful demeanor, and inability to watch 3D movies . not despite

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is this anything

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a little thing about ford's bill-related ptsd :') the song is "i'll be seeing you" by billie holiday

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Good Omens people... this is a good thing. 😊

Pause: Not a cancelation. Which they easily could have done instead. Pauses are good things. It means they want the new season and see the value in making it, rather than in just canceling it, but they are smart enough to know that what they don't want is the disgusting creep attached to it and all the baggage that comes with that.

Neither, probably, do any of its lead actors.

Neither, of course, do we.

There are ways to get rid of him and we can tell that is likely what Amazon is working on making happen, based on the article also mentioning...

"Production changes": This is a way of saying that a producer's ass is getting fired. There's exactly one person whose ass could be getting fired in this situation.

It's speculative but I think a pause for some "production changes" might indicate that they're working on getting rid of him and buying some time to make that happen. It could take some time for Amazon to extract him from the process of S3, which would explain the pause.

If they didn't think they could do it-- or if they didn't see the value in trying-- they would have just canceled S3 outright, which they have not done. They also went out of their way to emphasize the "production changes" part of it so that's a good sign.

This is the best possible news right now.

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Gravity falls (With my oc Megan)

A gravity falls rewrite

~Chapter 1~

Today was a day like every other, the birds were chirping, the water was flowing, and you could hear people chattering in the distance. Gravity falls, my home located in Oregon. My name is Megan I'm 14 and summer has just hit this small rural town that I call home. Gravity falls is known for being a mysterious town and is known for having many secrets. I've noticed somethings around here that can only be described as a mystery. My best friend Wendy got this summer job at a place called the "mystery shack" I know that sounds like some kind of scam place and well...you wouldn't be wrong the real mystery is why anyone even showed up. The owner Mr. Pines is what I would call a scam artist, the shack itself is very cozy. I heard Mr. Pines say that his great niece and nephew are coming to stay with him for the summer apparently there twins and my age. Wendy had let me know that apparently the boy I think his name was Dipper was working at the shack to I have a job at this little flower shop inside the mall. I love the quiet little customs of the patriots that visit the shop.

[Time passes to the end of the day]

I heard from wendy that some strange sounds were coming from outside the shop and she had mentioned that the twins seemed more secretive, I didn't have time to dwell before she started going on about her now ex boyfriend Robby. If I had a dollar everytime they dated I'd be able to buy just about every flower in this shop. She's always complaining about Robby and his terrible tendencys and I couldn't agree with her more, yes he's my friend but at some point you have to look at a person and really think about what the heck they are doing.

~Chapter 2~

It was early in the morning Wendy was going out fishing with her family for the day sadly I'm stuck at work all day. My boss thought it would be a good idea to give me the extra shifts so I decided to take it because I need the money.

Mother: "Megan don't forget to tell that old Stan (Mr. Pines) that he needs to come down to the shop sometime it feels like years since me and your father have seen him"

Megan: *she looked up from her food* "yes mama ill make sure to tell him" *she got up and cleaned her plate then grabbed her keys* "well I'm off to work" *she walked out the door*

Mama and Mr. Pines have been friends for years daddy doesn't like Mr. Pines that well but I do, for now its off to the shop.

(Time skip to the end of the day)

Today was kinda slow mainly because most families out fishing. There were a few groups that gave a small problem, but then again, when don't teens give problems? Not much happened today, so I hope that it can stay like that for a little while longer, I don't like the hustle and bustle of too many people, but a few are alright. Wendy caught me up that the twins were apparently a little out of it. Today, they were monster hunting for something. I personally have no idea what that is, but I say good for them. I visited the shack and talked to Mr. Pines for a little, and for the first time, I got a small glance of one of the twins Dipper Pines. Oh boy. He wasn't what I was expecting at all, but he is kind of cute when you really look at him. I hope that I can be introduced to him and his sister sometime soon.

These are two "chapters" into the show. If you want more, please let me know!

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An Unexpected Cosplay (Good Omens Drabble)

Crowley x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: Crowley is small, and a pain in your ass.

GOMENS: @coffee-and-red-lipstick @quickslvxrr @clarina04 @motionlessindoubt @stevekempscocktails @go-bonkers-go-foolish @peytonpenguin37 (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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It was entirely an accident, you’re pretty sure. There’s no way Crowley intended to cosplay the Borrowers quite so literally. He was about 5 inches tall, for God’s sake. 

“Right, how’d this happen then?” You asked, depositing the Demon on the table and watching as he swayed for balance for a moment before righting himself again. 

“Ah- dunno what you’re talkin’ about,” he slurred back in response. You arched a brow and sat down on the dining chair. Crowley plonked himself down on the edge of the table and frowned. “Might be an eensy bit drunk, pet,” he added on, pinching his fingers together to show you just how drunk. You’re pretty sure that isn’t an entirely accurate depiction.

Ah, that’d do it then. 

“Are we wanting to sober up?” You asked, leaning forward to look at him clearly. 

“Mm- nope,” Crowley replied, popping the ‘p’. You chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to his head. 

“Right-o then,” you leaned back again. “Do you want me to deposit you somewhere more comfortable, dear? Can’t imagine trekking six months to get to the bedroom sounds like a good plan.” 

Crowley mumbled under his breath and you laughed. 

“Wanna speak up for me?” 

“Sofa, please.” 

You grinned and cupped your hands for him to get into. Crowley huffed but clambered in any way. You managed to get him to the sofa in about 20 seconds instead of the two or three hours it would have taken Crowley to meander over there. Particularly while drunk. 

You deposited Crowley on the sofa and put the remote for the television on the seat next to him. 

“Alright, I’m going to bed,” you yawned. “Come up when you’re ready.” 

Crowley lasted about an hour before he got bored, sobered up, and came to join you.

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Okay this is so funny

*returns from war with stupid sex “jokes”*

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I think I’m finally starting to get close to getting to the acceptance stage of last episode grief, so I guess it’s time to actually start producing at least some fanart, starting with some… slight projection.

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Don’t worry guys, his autistic arse won’t last in Heaven long

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This makes me so happy, as a person in whole.

Snowed In (Good Omens One-Shot)

Aziraphale x GF/GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: It's time you came out to Aziraphale as genderfluid.

Fic type: fluff

GOMENS: @coffee-and-red-lipstick @quickslvxrr @clarina04 @motionlessindoubt @stevekempscocktails @go-bonkers-go-foolish @peytonpenguin37 @florduarte @complimentary-breadbasket @thekirbishow @jaziona92 (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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The snow was usually one of your favourite things about Winter. The cold, brisk air, the soft puffy jackets and layers, and the crunch of snow underfoot as you went about your business from place to place. 

One of the only things you weren’t keen on though was getting snowed in. Not unless you had company, of course. Then it was alright. 

The snow had fallen quite thick last night, and because of this, you found yourself stuck in Aziraphale’s bookshop. At least until the snow started to melt and you could escape into the street again. 

Not that you were all that upset about being trapped there, anyway. The Bookshop was one of your favourite safe spaces. The only thing was, well, you had something you needed to tell him. 

“Goodness, don’t you just adore the snow?” He asked, coming out of the kitchenette with two mugs of cocoa. “I must say that God certainly knew what she was doing there. Who knew little white flakes could bring so much whimsy?” 

You couldn’t help the affectionate tilt of your lips at that. Aziraphale always had the oddest of things to say. It was like he viewed the world through a classic Disney lens. 

“So true,” you replied, eyeing the soft flakes through the window. Taking the mug of hot chocolate from him, you took a sip before placing the mug down. “So, uh, Zira? I’ve, uh, got something I wanted to tell you.” 

Aziraphale tore his attention away from the window immediately, casting his full attention upon you. He sipped at his drink and encouraged you to sit down opposite him. Your fingers twisted together anxiously. 

“I- I think I better stand for this, actually,” you said, unsure. Perhaps today wasn’t the best day for this, after all. There was nowhere to run if it didn’t go well. You were completely snowed in. Oh, Jesus, this was going to be a disaster. 

You took a shaky breath, forcing your nerves to calm. 

“Oh, right, yes, of course,” Aziraphale nodded, standing up again. He watched you quietly, waiting for you to utter whatever it was you wanted to tell him. If he was concerned at all by your anxiousness, he didn’t let on. 

“I, so, oh God, uh, you know how sometimes I- fuck, let me start again,” you panicked. Aziraphale stepped forward, mug suddenly sitting on the coffee table beside his armchair even though he hadn’t moved. He took your hands into his own and softly rubbed his thumbs over the back of your hand. 

“So, I’m, you know how sometimes I refer to myself as a guy, and sometimes as a girl when I’m joking around?” You asked carefully, drawing strength from his soft touch. Aziraphale nodded quietly, giving you an encouraging smile. “I’m, uh, I’m genderfluid.” 

There it was, slapped out on the table like a newborn. Vulnerable, naked. Afraid. You didn’t even realise how tense you were until he let out a breath, and you copied the motion. 

“Genderfluid,” Aziraphale tested the syllables on his tongue. “Gender- oh, yes, is that the one where what you identify with changes from time to time? Yes, I think I read about that in a magazine somewhere.” 

You blinked, not surprised by his instant taking-to of your identity, but surprised at yourself. You were so used to bracing for disaster that it almost felt like a blow to the senses when it actually… went well. 

“I- it depends on the person, but, yeah, that’s the one,” you replied barely above a whisper. Tears started to swell in your eye line, blurring the man before you. Aziraphale tutted and brushed a thumb over your cheek comfortingly. 

“Now, now, my dear,” he said affectionately. “There’s no need for tears. No, no. Ah, yes, see, that’s better. A shame to hide such a handsome smile.” 

A soft blush tinted your cheeks at the compliment. 

“Now, I simply must know,” he said seriously, though there was always that smile in the corners of his mouth. “Are we my handsome, strapping buck today, or my stunning, beautiful doe?” 

You gave your answer, and Aziraphale gave the smallest hint of a nod before reaching to put your cocoa back in your hands. 

“Okay. I think given the unfortunate circumstances of our weather situation, perhaps we can reorganise the biographies today. What do you think?” Aziraphale looked warily towards the biography section in the dark corner of the shop. “I had been avoiding it as much as possible, but perhaps I should take this as a sign.” 

You snorted a laugh behind your mug and gave Aziraphale’s hand a squeeze with your free one. 

“Sounds like a plan, dearest.”

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Just a little guy

pookie

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Little drawing of my own back in highschool

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I’m glad ppl on tiktok are doing ok

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"Say it I dare you."- Aziraphale

The Supreme Archangel Aziraphale

(Ish tweet inspired this 🤌)

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crowley!