#Then Angel PoV

[mistystarshine]

anon 'cos i'm shy but i've literally spent until 4am last night binging your akiangel tokyo ghoul au and it's consumed my entire being like i was this 👌🏼 close to chewing my acrylics off during some of the tense moments and i can't wait for the next arc

Oh my god this is such a high compliment! Thank you! Seriously, asks like these make my day. <3 I really hope you enjoy the next fic, it'll proooobably be posted in January. @appsa and I are doing. AU content. This December. So keep your eyes peeled for that!

[mrghostrat]

being a writer and an artist is actually fucking wicked because i can write aziraphale into a cute outfit and think "GOD what i would give to see that" and realise "abt 2 hours actually"

and then! i get to see it!!

Worst of all, it was cold all the time, which meant Aziraphale was rugged up all the time, looking totally soft and pink-cheeked and cheery in his never ending range of thick knits, which made Crowley want to scream into the nearest pillow and/or bite his own hand off.

[reinvent-and-believe]

Interview with the Vampire 2x03

[orangehalfpeeled]

who else misses minecraft mondays

[ao3-shenanigans]

Oh my gosh this is actually so cool though!! I didn’t know this!!

Fourth person uses plural first pronouns for the narrator/titular character(s)

An example might be instead of:

‘I sit in the chair by the window’ Or ‘Jon sits in the chair by the window’

‘We sit in the chair by the window’

Here’s an excerpt from The Virgin Suicides by Jeffery Eugenides that uses 4th person:

“It didn’t matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls, but only that we had loved them, and that they hadn’t heard us calling, still do not hear us, up here in the tree house, with our thinning hair and soft bellies, calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide, which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.”

[myokk]

She chances a glance at Sebastian before getting out her copy of Divining the Undivinable from her bag and wishes she hadn’t. He looks uncomfortably big sitting on the tiny tea chair across from her, barely any hints of the boy who had completely swept her away two years ago visible on the sharper planes of his face. When had he - had they - grown up?

Sebastian Sallow was - is - charming, and that had been her downfall. She had successfully avoided his charms the year before, and she isn’t going to let that happen this year, no matter how much her body rebels against her mind and resolve. Because, as she reminds herself, Sebastian Sallow is also manipulative, and cold-hearted, and selfish.

“Well,” she says archly, opening her book. She will not look at him. “I suppose I am still quite ignorant of the practice of Divination, so do forgive me if I have to double-check my readings in the textbook.”

He says her name as she opens the book, and she ignores him. He says her name again. She continues to ignore him. He grabs the book from her hands and puts it the correct way for her. She was looking at it upside-down. Her cheeks heat up and she continues flipping through the pages, as if nothing has happened. She finds page two-hundred and thirty. She pretends to be interested in what she sees.

(Divination is unfortunately not interesting.)

Oh, fine.

“Do you want to start, or should I?”

These are the first words she has voluntarily spoken to him - not including the events of last week, which do not count as they were most decidedly not voluntary - since he called her ignorant a year and a half ago. He somehow looks surprised to see that she has addressed him, and for some reason this fills her with rage and a strange sort of confidence. Why shouldn’t she be able to talk to him?

“Here,” she says, putting her hand out towards him, palm up, ignoring the strange fluttering feeling in her chest when he gently grabs it with one of his. Sebastian looks up at her, waiting for her to continue speaking, and were she not looking at him so intently she would have easily missed the bob of his throat as he swallows nervously. “Show me how it’s done.”

from my oneshot, clumsy🫶🫶🫶

[cracklewink]

some sketches of my guy

[musicawizard]

How much trouble can I get into for asking a few questions?

[starryeyeddreamer21]

Radiodust from Vox's pov is so funny to me actually

Like why is your situationship's boytoy (who you hate) dating your ex something or other (who you you also hate)? That's so embarrassing for you

The fit he'd throw on live television would be impressively ridiculous

[kaleidoru]

"I hallucinated seeing god at the crosswalk, where they assured me what was happening was very, very real..."

[haleskaja]

give em the ol' Raziel daziel

[profoundbondfanfic]

Romantic Theory

Romantic Theory by 2street2car Rating: Teen and Up Word Count: 6.9k

Dean doesn’t just remember Hell; he remembers being raised from it, too.

Dean’s back from Hell. He’s… acting a little odd, a little “kooky,” as Bobby says. But that’s to be expected when a guy comes back from the dead and crawls his way out of his own grave, right?

Especially since the thing that saved him swallowed him whole in the process. 

This is Lazarus Rising but told a little to the left.

I was one of the lucky people who got to watch that particular episode completely blind. I remember the growing feeling of dread as Bobby, Sam, and Dean try to figure out what brought Dean back to life. This fic makes me experience that again, but multiplied by one hundred— even upon reread.

This fic is told through multiple POVs: the gas station owner as he watches video footage of Dean’s return, Ruby, Sam, and Bobby. We watch Dean’s strange behaviour through them. The use of outsider POVs is very effective as, while the events are familiar to us as they follow the plot of the episode, the new perspective allows the author to really lean into the horror of everything that happens. If this story was told through Dean’s eyes, this fic would be completely different. By the end of the fic, the reader is on the edge of their seat waiting for Cas to arrive. 

Primed and ready for the closing lines to steal their breath away.

[autisticandroids]

CASTIEL: Stop. What's the point if you don't mean it? You fear me - not love, not respect, just fear.

[youtube with closed captions]

a godstiel pity party. i'd like to thank an anon i got way back in february of 2021.

[ptieuca]

#no patch will ever work for these two

[carebeardean]

🪻for when dying feels a lot like falling asleep, a lot like falling in love.

<3 fan playlist for from the airlock of your heart by @wordsinhaled , & stray by cutevamp

[r0r0binery]

Poor little angel