#alex moment

[powdertz]

alex kralie wouldn’t have missed.

[thigiocamap]

the fact that the stereotypical image of a person with bpd is a tme white girl obsessed with east asian culture and aesthetics is deeply evil

[alexkreepy]

[roxyteal]

Alex. He is either what all Alexes dream to be, or what all Alexes fear. There is no in-between...

If anyone would be interested, I could share more songs that fit the characters of WTTW. I don’t have all that much, though.

[expectiations]

Alex: “Do you want me to whisper what your name is?”

Jodie: “Yes!”

Interviewer: “Was it a good one?”

Jodie: “YES!”

[hkthatgffan]

WHY DID ALEX HIRSCH HAVE TO REPLY TO THIS TWEET OF MINE OUT OF ALL OF THEM, LMFAO?!

[spinchs-field]

@thecosmicsailor

check out the cowboy-wizard hat i made!

[savagegood]

alex newell and j. harrison ghee make history as the first out nonbinary acting winners at the tony awards

[anouchard]

So, there we have it!

Season One is complete (well ... ish). I've had an absolute riot playing Gwen, and it's been so lovely seeing your reactions every week.

To you: thank you for being the most enthusiastic, engaged, and earnest fandom I have ever encountered. Y'all are an absolute JOY.

To the entire team at RQ, to my gorgeous castmates, and to every single writer who worked on this one: thank you, and congratulations.

And to Gwendolyn Bouchard? Well ... Good Luck, Babe!

[thigiocamap]

lowkey kinda tired of the only thing some people have to say about lesbians being just “lesbians are very fetishized by cis straight men”. like every time there’s a lesbian W in media or a lesbian ship/character gets popular, there’s bound to be a metric fuckton of people coming out of the woodworks to be like “it’s bc straight men like it so that’s why it’s more socially acceptable 🙄” can we just have stuff without people constantly reminding us of how we’re constantly objectified by men for once ???

[alexkreepy]

Y this baby lowkey look like alex

(This baby has a filter on for reference, nobody can top Alex delarges orbs)

[louhinks]

final draft except all of the manuscript notes are in pink glitter gel pen now instead

[daikunart]

[thigiocamap]

it’s fucking insane because weebs will love and be fascinated by “chinese aesthetics” but specifically the aforementioned hypersexual stereotypes that they see in anime/video games because they’re too intimidated by our actual culture to earnestly seek it out

it's crazy how often japanese artists portray chinese women as hypersexualized stereotypes. they always have the bao hair buns and wear extremely high cut cheongsams that they do kung fu in or whatever. and then westerners see this in anime and video games and think there's nothing wrong with it so they reproduce the stereotypes in their own art. like hello???

[mulderscully]

Your spine's a ridge I'd die climbing.

[actual-changeling]

a continuation of this post

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Demons do not need to sleep, and yet he does, mostly because time spent unconscious is not time spent crying, which demons also do not do, and yet.

A deep, crushing pain resides in the middle of his chest—a heartbreak not entirely unfamiliar; he never forgot the smell of burning books and the lack of his angel's presence anywhere on earth. He never forgot what it felt like to lose Aziraphale, and the reminder he received was entirely unnecessary.

If anyone were to ask, he'd deny the crying, arguing that technically not a single tear has left his eyes in the last three months, sixteen days, and seven hours—not that he is keeping count—although there is no one left to care. Except Muriel, who adjusted surprisingly quickly to living on earth and having a demonic snake curled up by the window.

Crowley sleeps and endures a never-ending series of nightmares for about two months, and while he wakes and slithers out of his chair, he decides to remain in his serpent form.

The most surprising development is perhaps how easily he bonds with Muriel. They offer up a steady arm, having switched the uniform for a sunshine-yellow pastel jumper and a simple black skirt, and to hell with it all, the warmth, the touch, the soft breaths, and the regular heartbeat pulsating next to him do not heal the wound, but they stop the bleeding; for a while, anyway.

So they go about their days, Crowley coiled around their shoulders while they read or do inventory, reorganise books, and then organise them differently as soon as they're done, never selling a single copy. They sing, too, having apparently discovered a lot of earthly pleasures during his nap, low and quiet, soothing in a way he did not expect.

Once upon a time, not too long ago, the Serpent of Eden wrapped around an angel's shoulders was a familiar sight. The serpent remains unchanged, although if you were to ask anyone regularly passing by the shop, they'd tell you it seems sadder now, somehow.

The angel has changed, however.

As time passes, Crowley waits not in a garden but in a bookshop, longing for a thunderstorm and a white wing above his head. He watches the sky, he watches the door, and he waits and waits and waits.