#alex plans

[1h4v3th3m00n]

Introduction ♡

Hello my name is Alex/Astrid.i use he/they.

I am amab bisexual and asexual i have anxiety and rsd

I post about my mental health my life etc

I answer asks and dms

please use tone indicators when talking to me/gen

moots tag the following moots please note

Vent blog is @1-4m-th3-pl4gu3

Rapidly burning incense -> vent tag

Nom noms->food

If I post anything triggering I always tw(dm if you need a specific tw)

[o0kawaii0o]

Newlyweds 💕

[starstruckodysseys]

i know i sound like a broken record at this point but god i love liv so much

[zanephillips]

ALEX O'LOUGHLIN The Back-up Plan (2010)

[jojaxcola]

✧*̥˚ STARDEW VALLEY BACHELORS ㄨ SANRIO *̥˚✧

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[hkthatgffan]

Baby Bill Cipher has changed lives!

[ekingstonart]

Kara boutta pounce

[mulderscully]

That night at the lake... it was the first time I let myself think you might actually say it. I panicked, and it was daft and unfair, and I won't do it again.

[puppyeared]

Alex and my farmer Cosmo (he/him)

[certainromance]

ONE POINT PERSPECTIVE @ Tokyo, 2023

[extrahorribledynne]

honestly who could even want a season 3 this is literally 'the everything else' of gravity falls. i'm not left wanting. i'm feasting on everything from the book of bill and thisisnotawebsite. the only thing i want is to rewatch the entire show again

like it leaves it in 'our' (the readers) hands. what do YOU see in ciphers corpse? is it the end? is it only the beginning? we were invited to participate both in the book (literally, with it making asks to write this, put your hand here, etc) and the website code hunt. its up to you. here are the pieces of everything after the end. have fun.

[1h4v3th3m00n]

GM chat I'm going to dnd with my best friend today ^⁠_⁠^ I had overnight oats for breakfast and tea I'm going to clean my room and make a revision schedule before I go out:3

[matt-manhattan]

Sobbing.

Realizing that Elias Hodge, after finally settling down and taking the time to relax at last, is hyper fixating not on his job, but on his passions, and finding a place for them. Realizing that his Attention can be allowed to Fawn over himself for once, but that a little Impulse and Hyper Vigilance won’t do him any harm either. Realizing that his Conscience can easily Justify a little Pleasure for himself for once, and that his Curiosity, while it works just fine on its own, could always use a helping hand. Elias Hodge becomes a detective, always prioritizing the truth, and doing the right thing.

[solazu1]

OH SHIT, THEY’RE ROAD-TRIPPING!!!! I have,, a bit of a thing planned :3 a series of images if you will, maybe one can consider it a project or whatever. They're on a journey!! More content awaits including how chaotic it is to have Alex, Amy, Brian, Tim, Jay, and Jessica all in one car going from Alabama to Arizona.

[actual-changeling]

i crave the emotional catharsis that would come with crowley taking care of his plans, in so much pain but swallowing it down and pretending it's not real, finally having the mental breakdown he deserves.

he's taking care of his plants, a detached look on his face, misting them and making sure they're all healthy and have enough space to grow. after he returned, he stopped talking to them for the most part. they welcomed him back, they had missed him—shax is not the nicest or most interesting company to keep—and now they're worried.

crowley sleeps, paces, mists his plants, gets drunk, and sleeps some more. everything to stop feeling. until he sees a leaf spot on one of them. a tiny imperfection, barely worth a shout, and yet.

a tremor works it way through him, his knees always giving out, and he presses one palm against the wall to keep himself upright. wave after wave of shame, bright and stabbing in the middle of his chest, reminds him why he left.

not good enough.

crowley had tried, someone knows he tried. it's hard to regain a soul, harder yet to shape it into something worth loving, someone worth living for, but he had tried.

his fingers curl around the pot and before he can stop himself he flings it across the room, listening to it shatter. can't even do that right, can he? can't raise fucking plans, can't keep his STUPID mouth shut, can't make him stay because who would want to be stuck with him forever? no one, that's who, and after six thousand years, aziraphale had seemingly reached his blessed limit and taken the first chance to leave.

another plant follows with a scream, dirt and broken stems covering the floor and staining the walls, and then another and another and another until he can fall to his knees amidst the ruins of his life.

clay shards are cutting his palms open as he doubles over, sobs wrecking through him like thunder, and his tears carve clean paths down his dirty hands.

"i tried," he whispers, voice hoarse from yelling, "i'm sorry, i tried."

crowley's wings unfurl with an almost silent gust of air, blacking out the sunlight streaming in. he drags himself to the nearest corner before wrapping his arms and wings around himself, and curling up as tightly as possible.

"i tried," he keeps breathing into feathers and fabric, "i tried, i tried, i tried."

over and over until his voice fails him and then some more. it is almost a lullaby, the words taking whatever is left of his heart and gently rocking it back and forth. crowley falls asleep like that, exhausted and broken and lonely. just as sleep pulls him under, he stops his repetition, his mouth shaping phrase after phrase.

for the very first time since his fall, crowley closes his eyes and prays.

[yrsonpurpose]

6 MONTHS OF RED, WHITE & ROYAL BLUE! I’m into making history.