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Auston Matthews Media Availability | 4.21.23

[stardusthuntress]

YES!!! But I rarely have any friggen clue how to reply to them…

Reblog if you love seeing people comment on your fics and you become a chaotic mess of excitement when you read them

[hoss-bonaventuree]

I love over analyzing characters I love picking them apart I love associating lyrics with characters even if it doesn't seem to make sense cause it makes sense to me I love projecting onto characters I love turning characters inside out just to explain one line of dialogue they had and the meaning behind it I love characters

[hikarry]

Thirsty Aziraphale is such a treat

Imagine, Crowley and Aziraphale in the backroom of the bookshop. Not quite drunk, but surely tipsy

"That makes no sense whatsoever, Crowley"

"Yes, it does!" Crowley swings his hand, and the wine sloshes inside the glass. "Think about it: have you ever seen two ducks fucking?"

"Well, no. But I've seen ducklings."

Crowley rolls his eyes, sunglasses forgotten somewhere at some point.

"Have you ever-" The demon gets up to take off his jacket and Aziraphale stops listening, only staring at him, hidding his face behind the wine glass, unconsciously licking his lips. He quickly runs his eyes down Crowleys torso under his black tight shirt while the demon throws the jacket on the sofa beside himself. "Right?"

Aziraphale shakes his head, snapping out of it, but licking his lips again, leaning against the back of the armchairs and crossing his legs.

"Sorry, dear. What did you say?"

Crowley sits down again.

"I said, have you considered the fact that you never-" He rolls his sleeves up his forearms. Once again, Aziraphale stops listening, holding the wine glass more strongly between his fingers. His breath held for a moment, his legs involuntary closing tightly. "Angel?"

"Hmm?"

"You alright?" Crowley leans both his arms on the back of the sofa, holding the wine glass in his right hand and sloshing a bit, opening his legs.

"Hm." Aziraphale blinks and clears his throat. "Quite." He takes a long swallow of the wine. "Can you repeat yourself? I'm afraid I didn't get it."

Crowley takes a deep breath, but repeats himself:

"Have you ever seen one of the ducks dying or dead?"

"I suppose not, no."

The demon claps, leaning in, his elbows on his knees.

"That's my point! They are immortal! We've been feeding the same ducks for centuries!"

Aziraphale lifts an eyebrow over his wine glass.

"That's ridiculous. What about the ducklings?"

"Clones. They make clones of themselves when they want to migrate to somewhere else"

Aziraphale sighs and finishes his glass. There is no need to try to argue with him about ducks. On the other hand, maybe he should make the bookshop warmer. Maybe Crowley would keep stripping

[brahmenbones]

Yay!!!! Murder drones!!!!

[robiinurheart33]

CHAPTER 22 SPOILERS FOR THE NEON VOID‼️‼️

Haha wdym no I didn’t read the chapter almost one month after it came out wdym that’s crazy haha

ANYWAYS NEON VOID BRAINROT ANYONE?? As usual a magnificent read what can I say @sugarpasteltmnt is SO SO talented after I read this chapter I stared off into space for like a solid minute before laughing hysterically like Leo because MY GOD the adrenaline rush is so real. What compliment can I say that hasn’t been said about this fic. It gives me such goosebumps and the action sequences are just. Muah. Breathtaking. I cannot wait to read the next chapter and keep up the good work!! /lh /all pos

(Clicks for Palestine!!!)

[themosthatedbeingg]

// do you ever just hate your metal illness and your self for not being able to keep up with things you absolutely love .. :( and feel like a horrible friend /rp partner cause you can’t get your brain to focus on one thing for a second .

[sneaky-ramen]

“oh you’re audhd? tell me about your hyperfixation!”

me, forgetting everything i’ve ever liked ever:

[macdenlover]

i Will write a several page long detailed analysis about the role of order and democracy within in the gang’s dynamic and the strings of distorted logic and reasoning that glue them together i WILL write it i WILL WRITE IT (i’ve been saying this for years and i still haven’t done it)

[jordansanghaislife]

Leah’s reaction to being asked a simple question ⁉️

[technicoloryuri]

thoughts on girls with motorcycles? especially girls in cute motorcycle jackets and helmets and taking off the helmet to dramatically flip their hair

falling in love, immediately, asking for a ride. and I don't mean just the bike.

(also i strive to be the girl with the motorcycle even if I can barely ride a regular bike)

[fictionadventurer]

Palm Sunday: A Summary

New priest gave our parish its first ever (in my memory) Palm Sunday processional. I'm 95% sure he didn't tell the choir beforehand. Their panic was mildly hilarious.

My Passion narrative thoughts for this year centered on Peter. Like Judas, he betrayed Jesus. Unlike Judas, he didn't despair. But he still ran off consumed by his own grief and left Jesus to die alone. Shades of Adam in the garden.

At Sunday family dinner, tiny niece decided for no discernible reason that I had to be the one to feed her corn to her. She tracked me down to recruit me. It was adorable.

Mary Berry's hot cross buns (with some variations for available ingredients) were much more satisfying than my previous attempt. It helped that she told me they're not supposed to be eaten as a dessert like a cinnamon roll, but slathered with butter like bread.

I (re)learned how to make palm crosses and roses.

Practicing to sing the Divine Mercy chaplet for Divine Mercy Sunday went well. I remain irrationally terrified of the choir loft. I was doing great until I thought, "Wow, I've been up here for a long time without being afraid. I haven't even thought about... falling to my death, or...accidentally tipping my sister over the side." And then I got to spend the rest of the time battling anxiety between verses.

Lewis's Reflections on the Psalms is a nice-enough read so far. Nothing ground-breaking--most of the time, when he's like, "Wow, this seems weird to modern readers," I'm like, "I never read it that way," and then the way he explains it is the way I do read it. But there were some fresh insights that I'll be mulling over.

I wasn't going to read the intro material before diving into the Gospel of John, but I'm so glad I did. So much of it takes on a whole new dimension when you know the author is arguing against people who are trying to elevate John the Baptist over Jesus.

I'd never thought about it before, but the controversy kind of makes sense. From the POV of contemporary people, John could seem like the more respectable choice. He came first, and his death came at the whim of a monarch, not for any real crime. Jesus was painted as a blasphemer and a revolutionary and died a criminal's death. You'd need to do some apologetics to explain the nuances of the truth.

[lunar-wandering]

i need to write i need to write WHY CAN'T I WRITE

[myymi]

oh my god i cant remember a word im going to fucking scream and throw my laptop

[pawbeanies]

actually a pawbeanies morning confession. i have no clue how to like. flirt(????). have a conversation with people(????)??? or like even tell when someone is trying To Flirt with me ?!?? like i am just like. oh all these ppl are just being nice to me :) but also. if u put me in like. a conversation i am just like whuh huh ... wuh ... pupy can only play the "!!!!!" cute card so many times i feel like i am not a good Conversationalist once my like. Preprogrammed Dialogue Options run out

[selineram3421]

*too overstimulated to type*

*is sad*