#bre i am posting this for U

[sarang-noori]

KISSES FOR THE MASKED MAN

(Ghost x f!reader)

credits: nintendo blood (can anyone send me the artists tumblr profile so i can tag them properly!)

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"Oi lass, c'mere for a min" i heard soaps booming voice from the entrance of the training range. Putting down my gun away i jog up, wiping sweat away from the blazing sun, i reach them, only to find Gaz , looking at him confused "where's soap? I'm sure i heard him" "don't worry about that knuckle-head"

"We want u to do a thing" Gaz spoke, as i gave him a confused look "What?" Gaz bent down to my ear and whispered what he and soap had concocted "WHAAAT!" "shh shhh lower your voiceeeee" He shushed me trying putting his finger up at his lips "Are u for REAL?" whisper yelling near his face so nobody could hear in our conversation.

"pleaseee Y/N only you can do it....HE wont say anything to you...pleaseeeee" Gaz begged, he was almost on his knees. "You told her" "YEA he did" Soap joined the conversation "What and Why?" "Why not?" Was Soap's reply, and all i could do was give him a frown "turn that frow-" "Don't" soap made the 'zipping his mouth' motion.

I was contemplating my choices, I'd agree the thought made me very curious as to HOW he would react as well. "So?" "Am contemplating my chances if i will be alive or not, give me time" I replied swiftly and they both nodded their head "fair" "fair"

"Fine, i will do it"

***

I sneak inside his room, still had his mask on, that's not an issue, the big plus is he's napping.

Reaching him, i took out my lipstick and wore it thickly 'please don't wake up', I prayed to whatever god is up there and probably to all religions out there, as i swiftly placed kisses all over the mask, making sure the kiss stains were on that thing, but also not waking him up. As soon as it was done, i dipped from his room.

"It's done, i better get a treat"

***

Me, Gaz & Soap were all lounging on the dorm common room, when we started hearing hushed voices and whispers, i had a feeling, we 3 looked at each other; Soon enough we see Simon or Ghost strolling in to the common room from towards his room, 3 big, vibrant, red sploches of kiss marks were plastered over his mask "What's goin on?" he asked in his hoarse, gravely voice as he got himself a cup of coffee.

"Boys bre-Oh? Simon!" "Hmm?" Price joined and his eyes got fixed on Ghost's mask, i could see his mustache quiver, trying to keep himself from laughing "I see you get loved as well" Price spoke out cheekily Ghost looked at him confused then, maybe he realized something, took out his phone and checked him, eyes widening "Y/n? Wha-when?" He spoke out, not amused or having fun; Gaz and Soap were trying their best to not die from suppressed laughter.

"i thought u needed 'some love' as price said" Pointing at Price as i spoke, Ghost tried to rub off the the kiss marks only for it to smudge and stay in it's place, and that was the trigger for everyone to burst out into laughter.

"Not funny" Ghost mumbled with kiss stains all over his mask and smudges from where he tried to remove them. He sighs with deadpan eyes that i could see from his masks.

"Sorry LT" saying in between giggles.

This event turns out be quite a widespread talk all around the base, and every time Ghost heard other army men talking about it, he'd let out a groan and look me dead in the eyes, making me lose myself to giggles, and Soap and Gaz wheezing till they are out of breaths.

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This had been in my drafts for too long, finally i was able to form a proper story and finally post it. Well here it is. Enjoy. Bye.

[lady-harrowhark]

of the stuff that u have been writing lately (and i mean lately in a very loose use of the word haha), what's been sticking with u, for good or worse? have words been coming easily to u of late, or is it more of a marinating kind of time?

I'm glad we are using it loosely, because my brain absolutely crashed after posting my Big Resurrection Event fic at the end of July and I have not made it back to writing fic since then, whoops. I absolutely cannot believe it's been out in the world for nearly three months now - it doesn't seem like that long and also I still think about it every single day. So for sure that one is sticking with me! It's been kind of bizarre, actually - it's been long enough now that I can go back and read it and just appreciate it as if it's any other fic I'm reading. And further, I keep noticing little things that weren't consciously intentional on my part (nods to canon, hints at foreshadowing, etc), which both cool and slightly unsettling lol.

I am huge on marinating - I feel like my brain is a pressure cooker and I need time for that pressure to write to build up. Even when furiously churning out my BRE fic, if I had a really productive day or two, there were always a few "rest" days afterwards. It genuinely feels like I have to wait for my writing well to fill back up before I can pour out again; if I don't, writing is super difficult even when I have a scene completely planned out.

I am, however, hoping to try to do NaNo for a fic that's been marinating in my head for several years 😏 Having now put out my first long fic, I have a lot more confidence to be able to tackle this one. If anyone's seen me make reference to my Royai Ivy AU........ watch this space 👀

[trulyy-yourzz]

idk why ur getting mad if you post things online anyone can see it u and bre interactions are strange talking about hitting women is not funny and it’s a weird way to flirt

What makes you assume I'm mad? What the previous anon said was a clear and direct insult to me. So yes, I'm gonna feel some type of way about it. But am I mad? No. Stuff like this happens all the time, and you just have to move on.

The interaction between me and bre was a simple joke. I apologize if that triggered you in any way, but if you're uncomfortable, then just leave. And if you genuinely want to talk about it instead of just causing an issue here, dm me.

[icecreamkink]

*slides this here bc im still Not Happy With It but i also dont know if i even wanna continue it but i need to put it somewhere also @fangirl383 might or might not shoot me with her pink gun if i dont post Another wip she liked and i promised i would ha  h a*

“Listen, I know this isn’t an ideal situation—” Malfoy snorted in contempt. Harry ignored him. “But we’re doing a job and if you could not act like someone’s roping you into.. Into-  What the fuck are you doing n- ow” Harry groaned as Malfoy’s elbow somehow collided with Harry’s mouth despite the fact half of his body was half on top of Harry, and, rationally, it had to be an accident. But if there was someone who would contort themselves to make Harry’s life the most difficult possible, it would be Malfoy.

“Shut up, Potter.” The git said, not even bothering to apologize.

“Will you stop moving-”

“I’m trying to get a clear view.”

“Do you need to climb on me to do that?!”

“Well actually, I do since your intelligence landed us in a literal hole,” Malfoy hissed in his ear. Harry opened his mouth to protest that, but well. It was true, his team had been the one to inspect the terrain and find them their hiding spot - a cave so narrow that was indeed more of a hole, nestled at the bottom of a cliff, large enough to fit 1.25 person lying stomach down. Or two aurors, lying practically on top of each other, as it were. The location was ideal because it had a side view of the site they believed to be the smuggling ring HQ, but far enough that the protean spells didn’t reach it, and was naturally conspicuous through dense trees and small rocks (and for being as tiny as a rabbit hole, Malfoy had grumbled moodily) so they didn’t need to use so much magic to disguise themselves. A natural hiding spot, nearly undetectable, but not particularly comfortable, Harry had to admit.

Also it was just… weird to argue with someone when they were hissing against your neck. Harry scratched his nails where Malfoy’s warm breath had tickled it.

“What do you have those dorky glasses for if you need to strain so much.” Harry muttered pettily against his wand, currently pressed between his face, his sweaty hand and a piece of rocky earth. Ugh, it was so hot in here, the air thick and still, made all the worst by the invisibility mantle they had thrown over themselves; all the places he and Malfoy touched felt as if on fire, he had dirt everywhere and Malfoy’s huffed breathing on his ear did absolutely nothing to cool him down, only gave him weird goosebumps in his spine. Harry squirmed miserably, and got a very pointed elbow in the ribs for his trouble.

“My glasses aren’t dorky” Malfoy hissed in supercilious indignation. If Harry didn’t have to risk torticollis to do so, he would have turned his head to watch his eyes flash in all his mad inventor righteous fury.  “They are high level magical object research in trial period, designed to help oafs like you not get killed in the line of work. My glasses, dorky, honestly, you of all people saying that with those things you wear around since school-”  

“What are you talking about, I’ve been told my glasses are quite fetching. Witch Weekly did a whole article on it.” Harry grinned as Malfoy ground his teeth. He’d take all the amusement he could get, after all, and riling up Malfoy was always so much fun.

“Oh, if the pinacle of journalism in our country, Witch Weekly printed it” Malfoy said snidely. Then, as if physically unable to stop there, he continued. “For your information, these glasses are curse repellent, heat vision, magical signature identifying ones. It won me a research funding from the Research and Extension Division-”

“Yeah alright Doc Brown, what do you see then?” Harry interrupted, stretching his back in an attempt to soothe his aching shoulders.

“Nothing uh, much. Will you keep still?” Malfoy murmured, voice strained.

“I barely even mov-” Harry started to protest in indignation, but was cut off by Malfoy’s sweaty hand suddenly pressing against his mouth.

“Shhhh, someone’s coming.” Harry immediately tensed—well, as much as he could in this current predicament, as he could barely grip his wand. Thank Merlin he’d gotten better at wandless magic.

He could hear a faint rustling sound; Malfoy moved his hand into the curve of his neck and it felt oddly comforting. Harry could feel all of Malfoy’s muscles tensing where they pressed together.

Malfoy fiddled with his wand, and Harry faintly prayed he wouldn’t accidentally stab him in the eye with it, because that was just the type of thing to happen to him.

Somebody jumped on the plateau they were directly under, boots scuffing the ground above them.

“That’s it?” A voice echoed. Harry could see Malfoy pointing his wand at another one of his “assistance magical artifacts ” or as Harry called them, his crazy inventor gadgets. It was a little box, similar to a radio, and it buzzed softly at Draco’s murmured incantation, releasing the faintest golden glow.  

“Mmhm, just leave the merch on the front hall.” The person above them said. “Talk to Bre and only Bre, then get the fuck out. There’s a new shipment coming, and everyone’s on edge, don’t hang around more than you have to.” A new shipment. This could be their shot. Harry willed whoever was above them to casually drop a date. Possibly a location. And a list of names. His knees hurt.

“Right, no worries Reg. I’ll be in and out in a peep” A pair of gangly legs dangled in front of them, stumbled over a rock, and then took off briskly towards the house in the woods.

Malfoy shimmied above him, trying to get a closer look. He brought the little box close to his mouth.

“Suspect: Male, red hair, medium stature, grey robes, carrying a medium sized black box.” Malfoy said into it. A recording device, then. Clever.  “Entered the house at -” he paused expectantly, and Harry cast a quick tempus “12:47, sunday the 24th. The box doesn’t appear to be the size or type for containing snakes, so it’s possible it’s another type of ‘merchandise’.” Malfoy put the recording contraption back in his pocket, balancing himself with one hand at the small of Harry’s back.

Harry scowled, unamused at being used as a cushion.

“Next time, I’m topping.” He grumbled.

“What?”  Malfoy choked out, hand slipping down Harry’s back into his side, knuckles thudding against the bedrock.

“In the- the stakeout” Harry hissed, embarrassed. “I’m not your damn pillow.” He grumbled. Malfoy started to shake above him, his whole body vibrating, and with growing chagrin Harry realized he was laughing. He dropped his head into Harry’s shoulder, trying to stifle his giggles.

“Don’t worry Potter, I’ll be your pillow if you want. I’m very comfortable switching between top and bottom after all." He quipped, amusement laced in every word. Harry could feel his blush spreading like fire from his neck to the tip of his ears, and he dropped his head between his arms with a disconcerted groan.

“Oh my god, shut up.” He mumbled, and Malfoy laughed even harder, gleeful and evil, shaking Harry’s whole body. “Is there movement above us?” He said loudly, mostly to stray from the topic at hand.

“Hm.” Malfoy projected a small map of the terrain from the tip of his wand. “Nope. Reggie dear is...currently at the bottom of the hill, down the other side. You know, I don’t know what you’re complaining about, Auror Potter. You’re practically just lying there, I’m doing all the work here.” He drawled, injecting unnecessary lewdness to his voice, still faintly amused as it was. Harry could swear he seemed to be purposefully pressing even closer, his words just short of murmured against his ear.

The git.

“Lying here- How can I- You’re on top of,” Harry started, and felt Malfoy giggle again, then huffed and promptly shut up. “You’re fired.”

“You’re not my bo-oss” Malfoy sing songed, but moved out of his position anyway, sliding away from Harry and turning on his side.

Harry felt disinclined to face him while his cheeks were still flaming.

“Oh come on Potter, where’s your sense of humor?”

“You didnt seem to be in such a jaunty mood a minute ago.”

“Yes, your mortification greatly lifts my spirits.” A beat. “I’m versatile like that.”

Harry sighed, lifting his head. “I hate you so much.”

“That’s kind of why we’re here, isn’t it?” Malfoy hummed, cheek smushed against the palm of his hand. Harry made a noncommittal sound. They were here in a partly punishment mission to quote unquote ‘learn how to act like the twenty-three year old Auror you are, not a snotty fourteen year old whenever Auror Malfoy is concerned’, after his (and Malfoy’s) respective partners filed complaints against their methods and their fighting and their case-point competition. So while it was true their behavior got them here, saddled together in this weird, uncomfortable stake out, Harry wouldn’t say hate was what brought them; he didn’t argue with Malfoy or looked over his cases or felt the need to prove himself and best him out of hate, it was more of a... compulsion. It was just more -  fun, in the often glum and dreary line of work they���d chosen, to have Malfoy pay attention to him, meet him at every curve and breathe down his neck. To watch him rising to his baits when he poked fun at Malfoy’s clothes and hair and (admittedly ingenous) inventions. He admitted to himself that he liked the rivalry, was motivated by it.

But, of course, Harry wouldn’t tell him any of that. And it’s not like he enjoyed Malfoy literally breathing down his neck, so Harry pulled out his wand and checked the map himself instead of answering.

“There's… something moving through the field” Harry said, looking the small dot moving in a hurry. It was too small and moved strangely for a human. Could it be...

Malfoy rolled on top of him again, straining once more to try and see the scope of land.

Harry waited, tense as Malfoy tried to get a clear view.

“Oh.” Malfoy said, muscles unlocking from his coiled stance. “It’s your reptile.”

Harry lifted his head suddenly eager in an attempt to see, banging it painfully against Malfoy’s chin in the process.

“Fuck,” Malfoy hissed, quickly rolling as far away from him as was possible, which in case meant they still touched thigh to shoulder even with Malfoy on his side with his back pressed against the stone. He sent Harry a dark look, clutching his chin; Harry patted his head as condescendingly as he could, turning back to the map, eyes glued to little wiggling dot heading for them.

“Missster Harry, Missster Malfoy” Arnaud hissed in greeting, poking his scaly face into their cave, then quickly sliding into the middle of them both. Arnaud turned his head to Malfoy, flicking his tongue in further acknowledgement since he couldn’t understand him.

“Hey” Harry greeted with a smile even as he inspected him for any sign of injuries. “Is everything alright?”

Arnaud turned to him.

“Yesss, it’s all been really quiet. They’ve mosstly kept us in the cages ssso far, and I snuck out without them ssseeing me. They’ve received five more younglings today, along with eggsss, and theress a boy bringing something else. Sssomething I couldn’t sssee.”

“Did you hear something about another shipment coming tonight?”

“Yess” Arnaud said, lifting his head. “I hear the humans talking. Tonight, at midnight.”

 “The smugglers have been quiet, but more snakes and eggs were brought in today, and something else he couldn’t see. He confirms there’ll be a new shipment at midnight.” Harry translated.

“We have to report it back to the team. See if it’s the time for an ambush or to collect more data” Malfoy said. Arnaud nodded in approval.

“I should get back before they miss me.” Harry nodded, even as his stomach tightened.

“Tell him to be careful.” Malfoy said, looking out with furrowed eyebrows. Arnaud flicked both of their fingers and slithered quickly out with a hissed ‘don’t worry’.

“That’s our out then.” Harry sighed turning sideways too. Malfoy was staring at him, pressed as far back as he could against the rock wall; there was maybe an inch between them.

“You’ll write the report.” Malfoy said, trying to sit up slightly.

“What? Why?” Harry spluttered.

“You headbutted me.” Harry narrowed his eyes.

“You elbowed me in the face!” He shot back. Malfoy stared him down. Harry held his gaze. His eyes looked very dark in the shade.

“Rock parchment wand?”

“...Fine”

.

Malfoy was leaning against the wall of Kingsley’s office. The dark red wood set his hair off rather nicely, Harry noticed. With Arnaud perched on his shoulder like that, he could be a slytherin poster boy.

Robards was still complaining in the back, something about Harry and Malfoy competing for leads and ethics and immaturity or something. Harry wasn’t paying attention. His and Malfoy’s… methods were always questioned, but here they were, another case closed, weren’t they? That’s what should matter.

Behind Robard’s back Malfoy caught Harry’s eye, smirking minutely and winked. Harry bit the inside of his cheek. Prick.

Robards face acquired new shades of red, but Harry wasn’t listening at all. Malfoy outright grinned, bringing one hand to stroke the scales on Arnaud’s head and his stomach felt….weird. Somehow almost...fluttery?

Oh.

Oh.

Well, that was inconvenient.

[lazikade]

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[darkfinch]

I just found your ‘redemption struggles’ tag and I agree so much with those posts. I couldn’t even watch 1b and from what I’ve seen I’m glad I haven’t. It’s just nice to see that some people feel the same way. I also thought Brenna was kind of boring in 1a :( I really wanted to like her and she did have some funny moments but her character arc (less experienced person doesn’t know if she can live up to her brother’s legacy and to the team’s expectations) was so predictable and overused in other stories that I wasn’t interested. It did make sense, but I was underwhelmed compared to other characters’ arcs in the original and mr. wilson’s (also I’m sorry but her speech with the card game was so cheesy I cringed).

Hope you have a nice day! :)

yes you're not alone in having trouble with it!!! redemption was a struggle for some of us and im glad we're all sharing our thoughts bc there were parts of watching this show where i was like. well. i want to be positive. im seeing so much positivity and i want to be positive. but also what am i watching with my eyes

bu i did not find breanna boring at all she is my best friend and i love her :3

it did irritate me that like...there was a whole. Thing about how apparently No One On The Team Including Hardison asked WHAT SHE WAS DOING IN PANAMA........the weird grabbing the pearl thing....like what was going on here. was this writing. was this written. oof

but breanna was the shining light in this show for me!!!!! i loved her speech i loved her outfits i loved her enthusiasm 4 the og team antics I LOVED PARKER LEARNING 2 SUPPORT AND ENCOURAGE HER and i really liked her whole living up to alec's legacy thing. funky lil lesbian shes been my fave since her promo pics dropped sorry i adore her <3

every "character arc" (can we call them that, can we say that they Did That) in this show was haphazard and clumsy and buckwild 2 see & perceive with the eyes but BRE SPARKED JOY AT THE VERY LEAST and im love her

i hope u also have a nice day and thank u 4 the ask <3

[lonelyreputation]

name ten ppl who make u smile and why ❣

……We’re not going to talk about how it took me 11 times to answer this bc I either kept accidentally exiting out of my inbox or my computer would restart…

Honorary first mention goes to my forever friend, Emily (always in our memory @/saysweartogod-og)…No one makes me smile quite like Emily

@shit-to-kinda-okay Beneath the Oscar worthy compilations & Pulitzer Prize worthy meme creations…Georgia is the sweetest, most genuine, and hilarious person I have ever had the pleasure of speaking too!! She’s owned my heart since 2016

@futurecherry Love of my life P!! Another OG who totally owns my heart in every aspect of the Tumblr-sphere…I always feel so lucky to read P’s amazing work and it’s even more of an honor that I can call her a friend :’)

@adelaidestreets is the MOST sincere and full of life person I’ve ever had the pleasure of talking with!!!!!! I am a certified SIMP for user adelaidestreets!!!! Love of my life!!!!

@brittanyzelazno BRITT!!!! When I got re-activated my account and found Britt’s account again…I literally SCREAMED and felt the HAPPIEST I had ever felt sine I left Shawnblr in 2018!!!!!!! Reconnecting with Britt was a highlight of my 2020 and ti makes me smile to see the many great things she’s accomplished since the last time we spoke :’)

@particularnarry MADEEHA!!!! My wonderful wonderful best friend!!! The cutest human being ever & someone who I’ll protect at all costs 😠 We have so many laughs and she always makes me smile when I need it most :’)

@5-seconds-of-mendes ANNA! ANNA! ANNA!!!!! Anna’s writing and personality (and whenever I see her on my dash tbh) makes my smile shine brighter than the sun!!! Everything about Anna makes me smile slkdjfsklf LOVE YOU!!!

@friendlyneighborhood-mendes Jo’s witty personality, contagious humor (I feel like I can ~virtually hear her laugh and it just makes me laugh), talent, brains, writing (!!!! Iris !!!!! AHHH!!!!) makes me SMILE!!!!! Reading Jo’s writing makes me feel warmer than a Wawa sizzli on a summer day 

@shawnmendez THE LIGHT OF SHAWNBLR!!!! Honestly, D is the person with the brightest personality and genuinely makes shawnblr a better space and I just wanna hug her!!!!!! I love D with my whole heart

@perfectlywrongsm The way I go 🥺🥺🥺 whenever I see you in my notifs is unreal dlskjflk You’re so full of fun and our conversations always make me !!!! Her commentary on my pics make me smile TOOOOO wide & I always print them off and put in my outline binder :’’’’)

@badreputatiom TANVI!!! Tanvi’s mood boards are just out of this world and I’m always blown away by her TALENT whenever I see one on my dash!!! Tanvi’s tags on absolutely everything makes me smile

@fallinallincurls BRE!!! Honest to God, Bre is the most motivational, caring, sweet, genuinely nice, cutest, supportive, smart, and talented individual EVER!! Just seeing Bre reblog a post (whether it’s hockey or Shawn) makes me SMILE!! There’s really not a better person on here than Bre…She is the epitome of kind and deserves every good thing in the universe 

@shawnaus STACEY!!!! I don’t know where to START with Stacey…Her presence is just comforting and that alone makes me smile :’)

@myfavouritethingsss Recipe swap pal!!! Her gifs make me SMILE bc they’re always something I haven’t seen before and I love them ALL!!

@shawnsreputation If you look up “reasons that make Allison smile” Tasha would be the picture there bc I cannot help but smile when I see her!!!! Whether it’s a comment on a fic or a reblog…Literally anything…Tasha's kindness makes me smile :’)

@sinceweremutual my crochet queen!!! I’ve smiled so many times because of my crochet queen and it makes me :’’) cry into my tea she is the SWEETEST

@pupsandducks LORÈNE!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lorène was one of the first people I spoke to on this blog and she makes me heart go whoooshhhhhhh 💞💞💞💞 Her love for Taylor Swift and Hockey boys make me smile :’) And the fact that I am absolutely TERRIBLE at responding to messages (@/staff it’s 2021…please FIX my messages) Lorène is always there :’) 

@pastequeharry CALLA!!!!!!!! Another person who I first talked to on this blog…The transition to the harry styles blog is *chefs kiss* amazing and it makes me smile so much to see Calla on my dash :’) I cannot thank her enough for our friendship because it means the absolute world to me :’’’)

I know this is a teeny bit more than 10 people…But so many people make me smile!!! So so many!!! While I’ve been catching up on sleep a lot this weekend…I still feel so incredibly tired so sorry if I forgot anyone sldjfksf Everyone on here makes me smile as bright as the sun ☀️☀️☀️

[somedrunkpirate]

Angsty Good Omens Fic!

Remember this fragment? 

“My dear,” Aziraphale says, hoarse and low. His eyes are wet. “Please, talk to me.”

“You were gone,” Crowley tries, wrecked and slurring.

Aziraphale’s brows tug together. “You told me to go dear, you told me to pop in the bookshop, to give you some time.”

Crowley shakes his head, leaning into Aziraphale’s touch. Terror is still lapping at his heels but Aziraphale is here. He’s here and alive and Crowley can breathe again. “You were gone and I thought– I thought you were dead.”

The befuddlement on Aziraphale’s face blooms into sudden, anguished understanding. “ Oh, God. Don’t tell me you’ve been lying here the whole hour, dear. Please.”

Crowley doesn’t lie, not to Aziraphale, so he says nothing. Lowers his head, looks away. Not that that isn’t almost the same as saying it outloud. But Crowley can’t make himself, can’t get the words out. Aziraphale will hear it anyway, and he will know. He will know how broken Crowley has become.

I finally finished this fic! 

It’s called You’re a dream, darling and its on ao3 :D 

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, PTSD!Crowley, Trauma, Angst with Happy Endin Wordcount: 11k Summary: There are two very important facts: 1) Aziraphale is dead. 2) None of this is real.

Crowley’s throat tightens. “My angel,” he says. “My best friend. He’s dead, you know.”

Aziraphale blinks and then blood drains from his face. “No, no. Crowley. No. I’m here. I’m right in front of you.”

“I know,” Crowley says. “Isn’t it amazing, what a dream can do?”

A bunch of people liked/reblogged the original post, some asked specifically to be tagged when posted and others liked it after I asked if more people wanted. So Imma take the notes as ‘wanted to be tagged’, I’m sorry if you didn’t mean it that way! Tags under the cut

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[wasalwaysagreatpickle]

Friday 29 May 1829

6 35/60

11

Tho I had done the copy of a note to Miss Hobart last night not satisfied with it made considerable alterations all which and writing the note and dressing took me till ten and ten minutes 

Breakfast at 10 10/60 and at that hour sent off George with note to ‘Miss Hobart’ 2pp. 1/2 sheet note ‘Dear Miss Hobart if there be no letter for me, and you have one, do tell me your news – ‘you had a fine day yesterday for Vesailles, and I hope it sent away the gruffness in your throat – when I mentioned Friday (today) for the jardin du roi, it did not, at the moment, occur to me, it was a public day – the 3 private days are Monday Thursday and Saturday M. Desfontaines, who is the present director général is always engaged on Monday, but will accompany us at any hour on any Thursday or Saturday through the serres which, being under his immediate superintendence, he is the very person to shew – as for the galerie d’histoire naturelle, the hours are from 11 to 3, but supposing us to be there before 3, it would be kept open for us till 4 – M. Cuvier’s department is the comparative anatomy – I know he has no time to spare but on Sundays, and, even then, his shewing the lions of the gallery would be a favour; and sunday is the worst of public days – M. Desfontaines will take care to have someone ready to shew us everything that is most interesting; and in this case, we shall not want M. de Noé – abridgement which is a capital book of the kind, turning to Mozerai when you wish to be more largely informed upon any particular subject? But except the reign of Charlemagne, and perhaps, that of his father Pepin, Lord Mansfield would have said, you need not trouble yourself to go beyond Henault till you come to the reign of Louis II, in 1461. Have you read Sully’s memoirs? there is a nice little work on universal history by Zoph, published here some time ago, that you might like – very truly yours AL – 

It seems from your note, Lady Stuart de R- Rothesay will go – if she would like to have Cuvier in the museum, he will, of course, do anything he can for madame l’ambassadrice’ – George brought a kind little note from Miss Hobart in answer to the above and a letter 1/2 sheet from Miss Maclean dated ‘Richmond hill May 24’ from her friends the ‘Skinners’ ‘ I have not time nor strength at present to say much to assure your affectionate heart that I am better daily – since I came here - you will have been in despair at the idea of my having taken possession of Mr Long’s bedroom ‘the Crosbies did not go – this deranged all, and she went to the Skinners’ – much too weak to go to Hampshire now – will go the moment she gains strength ‘have sent for jessy as I can do nothing for myself and am going to take a lodging at the top of Hampstead – for fresh air – I am now eating plentifully, my cough and expectoration better’ –

She received my letter by the post, but not the one I sent the day before by the ambassador’s bag – Miss Hobart writes ‘you will see how it is. Sibbella writes to me rather a favourable account of her progress though I see she has thought herself dying, poor darling – I trust she may yet be spared to us’ – thanks for the trouble I have taken about the history of France and the jardin du roi – old Lady Stuart to sail from London on Sunday and expected here on Thursday so will put off going to the jardin till she can go with them ‘I am sorry she cannot have a letter from me, for I would insist on her insisting on Sibbella going to the Lodge, I am sure she would be comfortable there and at much less expense but I must wait now till I see aunt Stuart …… 

Ever yours in fact a friendly note I think she likes me. I cannot quite make out the depth of her feeling for Miss Maclean, she does not write or seem as if it would break her heart if anything happened to Miss Maclean. Somehow I think Miss Hobart rather flippant but perhaps she likes me I was saying on Monday ‘oh I did not mean that’ she answered you looked as if you did and you never look without meaning something. She took my arm a little on Monday she always declined it before and I made her lean as heavily as she could yet still if I could have her she would not suit me could not introduce me? has not money enough – 

Letter 3pp. and part of one end from M- [Mariana] (Lawton) dated May 11, 15 and 22 – very good accounts of Mr Charles Lawton. It seems Lord Crewe was buried on Friday the 8th instant his left £25000 to each of his grand daughters and £7000 a year to his grandson, Hungerford Crewe, on attaining the age of 24 – the income in the mean while to pay off a mortgage – nothing left to the son general Crewe but the person who lent him money being a defaulter to government, government takes possession of Crewe hall etc. the plate furniture and linen left as it stands for the use of the occupant of the house which may perhaps secure a good tenant – Mr Kennersley married Tuesday 19th instant to a niece of lady Warburtons – the sisters of Mr Kinnersley to remain with them – shall Mariana call or not? optional – Do as the wilbrahams have done? – 

Took George and off in a fiacre at 11 1/4 – got to the jardin du roi in 1/2 hour – the lecture began exactly at 12 and lasted exactly an hour – chiefly insisted upon the difference between mammifères and birds consisting in the difference of their circulation of blood – vide Règne animal (Paris 1817) volume 1 page 288 and 291 the systems being different according to the different media to be breathed air or water – should have been home in an hour, but turned along the rue de Suresne etc. looking for apartments and did not get home till 4 – no. 23 bis rue de suresne at 1600 per annum a nice little 2nde but without coach house and stable – the furnished apartment recommended by Mrs Barlow, 22 rue d’aguesseau, could not see again at the moment a small carrelé apartment au 2nde 45 rue d’anjou might suit such a person as Mrs McK- the salon looking onto a pretty little garden – might be 3 bedrooms, and might be very snug – b[u]t a premier 24 steps high rue neuve des Mathurins 41 looking int[o] a handsome court with good air and the Madeleine church at a little distance at the back, coach house and stable 3 bedrooms and a room for [?] and kitchen on the same floor at 2200 francs a year including all expenses of taxes porter and eclairage paid by the proprietor (and might get it perhaps for less, for 2000/.) seemed the very thing to suit us – but the house new (they said 6 years old) and little doors – had seen several other apartments not worth notice – 

Mrs Barlow came soon after I got home and stayed a couple of hours, till after 6 at which hour dinner came to my room at 8 – wrote out journal of yesterday all but 1/2 hours writing done after 10 p.m. on coming to my room – coffee at 9 1/4 – Note from Madame de Rosny – ‘je pars ma chère dame dimanche à 8 heures pour le château de mon beau frère il me sera impossible d’aller vous voir je serai dans les horreurs des arrangemens vous la journée toute à vous [Cesse] De Rosny Vendredi soir’ – very fine day –

[arodrwho]

critrole 2.61 lb

beep beep it’s the art reel

BEEP BEEP IT’S THE EPISODE

oh this is gonna be good

SELF-BURNS

oh my GOD.

SPURT

i’m so delighted

matt: [...] 11 days! me: how long do kobolds live? 11 days!! i. am 1 whole autism. lov that echolalia

anyways.

“i just walk away rubbing it on my face” lmao

also: autistic jester scrap #3456867

SCRYING

“don’t try that again” oh poor caduceus, do u have the 2ndhand embarrassment

“yeah no that’s a fail” OHHOHOH

who isssss it is it the assembly guy liiiiike somebody on the tumble said

darklit den? carpet chamber? fine furniture? blue set of fine wool robes?? masculine frame? soft golden curl, clean-shaven face. hmm

“paranoid enough in the wider sense. i know her blinds post s yes i have them emblem let’s plot for next grissen six days the week after that thirteen days at the overgrove? i have dallied too long. angel’s eye friend” hmmmmmm

a book?? “the king that crawls” ????

human ears........

old book, not falling apart

yeah it DOES sound familiar what is iT

oh good a 23

ohhhhh crawling king yeah alright that would

--hm?

overcrow?

“i’d like to meet him someday” that’s CUTE

oh suddenly 

damn askin the hard questions ain’t u caleb

“sore subject we do not need to push it” caleb i love u

OH SHE’S SHARING

YASHA IS SHARING

“there’s some time that i’m--i’m missing”

“you left your wife” “i did” “oh” “they had captured her and i--i ran away” “oh--you’re missing time though you say. a gap in your memory?” “how long?” “i don’t exactly know but. weeks, months?” “you have a gap in your memory too, don’t you?” i was wondering if someone was gonna point that out --yeAH let’s point out ALL of the weird memory troubles

“i don’t really remember anything but that’s normal”

“did u see her die?” “no, but i know it was happening and i just ran because i was scared and i am a coward” “no you’re a survivor” “that’s one way to put it” hey beau i love u

“i am sorry for your loss” :(

someone hug her please

“we could go with you, we could kill them all” “that sounds like a lot of fun” god i love them

“ogrecrow”?

what the FUKC is this WORD i can’t UNDERSTAND it

disguise self!! very clever! i love u jester

“the robes do not appear to be a uniform of any kind" hm

sending stone..!! i forgOT they HAD it

“well we didn’t start the fire” travis u heck

“never ignore your instincts” gosh “your companions are lucky to have you” g os h

“what if i disguise self as the girl in the locket” oh dear

matt is enjoying this so much

liam was that a han solo ref

“no you get to--you get to make the letter. because i didn’t think this would be a thing” incredible

caleb did the thing. oh my god. of COURSE he did. he’s so autistic. i fucking LOVE him

i can’t bre athe

loins twice. twice

this POOR MAN

“beauregardless” incredible

“meanest thing i’ve ever done to somebody i’m not related to” lmao clay i love u

YEZA

i forgot abt u i feel bad

“it was for the first day or two....” aw dang

“he only screamed a little bit, so that’s good” aw nott

“borrow ms beau” uhhhh

“i was wondering where that kinda smell was--anyway let’s do this” beau i love u

“and i’m gonna cast speak with dead” oh dang

“it’s not really something we’re supposed to do very often” oooooo

“human, it was” hm

“humans make goblins dead” :(

“17 days” hm

“how do you know if you’re...special” “i don’t understand the question” cad i love u

“you’re interesting. you knew that, didn’t you?” “i didn’t know that that thank you that’s interesting” hm

“most people in my family can do this, i’m pretty typical” oh???? cad lore!!

“i wasn’t chosen” “but you believe in destiny” “i do, very much so. but my family came into this through destiny, i was born into it through destiny, and i continue to live through it through destiny” hm

“that’s part of what makes destiny work. there’s a lot of free will involved” dang cad that’s neat

“i’m going to cast sending on the gentleman” catch my eyebrows WAY up in the AIR

“hi dad it’s jester i know it’s been a while since we were in zadash but. just thinking about you. um. i miss you. you miss me?” “you’re being ridiculous. i’m not your father. but i’m glad you’re all right, wherever you are. come back sometime, i’ve got more work. more money to be made” hmmmmm

sam what the fuck.

“and hangs for a moment, and pauses on the door that yasha is sleeping in, and then over to the one that nott and yeza are in, and he’s got his luck stone in his hand but he’s twisting it, and not as long as before but maybe for a minute just stares at that door and then goes to his room and takes out the silver thread and--” hey i’m. sad

this is exactly what i was worried about, when they found yeza

i was worried & it’s happening & i’m so sad

“i’ve still got 2 rhino sex potions”

WHIPLASH

NARRATIVE TONAL WHIPLASH

“i’ll just spoon him” “okay” goD sam.

“fjord” “OHHHHH” god i love them

SNAKE DREAM SNAKE DREAM SNAKE DREAM let’s GO

“WHERE. REWARD.” is it going to be PUNISH with his heart stopping or like. “PUNISH.” hhHA yeah okay there we are. therE we ARE

“PUNISH.”

“but it remains” oh. oh DEAR

fuck, man.

“can i conjure a ball of eldritch energy in my hand” oh god. is it not going to work at all

IT DOESN’T WORK AT ALL

“you look down in the water and all you see is your face” ohhhHHHHH no

oh no

fjord is FREAKING out

ACCENT.

ACCENT, ACCENT.

oh mother of fuck

“wisdom saving throw” ohh jeez

oh okay you save then, cool

JEEZ THOUGH FJO R  D

“i don’t know, it was very dark” yez a :(

doN’T LEAVE YOUR SWOR D

jesus fjord.

[paraphrased] “wherever n..? nott, should i call you nott?” “...nnno, it’s weird coming from you” “that’s what i thought yeah” hey i love them

“i went to text her & i went Y-A-S-H--why isn’t it coming up?” amazing

stop freakin out yeza pls

oooo alchemical scars on his hands i love this

she’s so delighted, what an ass

nott don’t steal the gems

“well i’ll leave them here in plain sight” lmao smart woman

that went SO BAD

apothecary??????

goblin..............................

moro

gosh...

“i’m gonna follow him” oooo

magic !

“humans and half-elves mostly” notedededed

“u got a good heart” “i know” i love jester’s just, like, awareness of her own shiney

“he wants to buy a dRESS??? i mean it’s cool if he does i just didn’t know” jester i love you.

caYLEB what are u PLANNING. are u planning ESPION AG E

cayyyyyyyleeeeb

it has been suggested to my aroace ass that perhAPs the reason everyone thinks essik’s a dreamboat is bc he might have a sexy voice, so i’m tryin to listen for that currently but like

it doesn’t sound any sexier than any other voice? i don’t think? not that i’m, like, in any way a good judge of that, between being ace & being autistic & all

ur powers haf. retorned

“i kinda like the...the tall guy” “he’s mysterious, and wise” “his energy’s more...palatable” amazing, incredible, i love yeza

but also please can’t u love caleb :(

an ac of 11. 11..........

“i am a wee bab” amazin

whose rooms are where i have SADNESS. SAD. TOO SAD. I HAVE CALEB & NOTT SADNESS

“i’m gonna carry yeza across the threshhold” u goddamn nerd.

ok but that break to appreciate nott is over i’m back to being SAD

[lastnamevalue]

i got tagged in a post for once!!

Rules: Tag 10 people you want to get to know better! (idk ten tumblr folk so we’ll see)

Thank u for tagging me sweet @mayor-of-splitsville

Nickname: Bre, or B as of late. B is preferred. Bre is only if we’re Pals, otherwise we will fight.

Gender: NB my dudes

Astrological sign: Capricorn thru and thru 

Height: 5′8

Sexuality: Queer as the year is long

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Favorite Animals: the sweet and humble doggo, but also bees!! and pandas!!

Number of blankets: I didn’t even want to erase the previous answer lol I Collect blankets, there are Never enough blankets

Where I am from: South Carolina <3 

Dream Trip: honestly probably also Australia, or Paris (gotta go to Disneyland Paris n go to the Ratatouille section b4 I die)

When I created account: 2018? 2017? idk I’ve had many a blog since 2012

Why I created account: wanted a personal blog that wasn’t fandom related, and needed a new main for my study abroad side blog at the time

I don’t wanna get on anyones nerves tagging people but hmmmmm

@ilikecatsandoreos @quesobandito @heavenlycalamity  that’s all I got

[nevalizona]

Lol sorry for spamming but I am in love with the bre*aking b*ad universe. I will be reblogging more mañana. I will tag this post with tags I have been and will be using so pls blacklist these if u don't wanna see this content❤❤❤❤

[firefated-a-blog]

RULES: TAG 20 FOLLOWERS YOU WOULD LIKE TO GET TO KNOW BETTER !

TAGGED BY:  @mythicamber my husband, hes cool i guess.  😒 😒 TAGGING:  @kuers  @cxpt  @backoffbub  @wallcravvler  @golddome  @terrifiesthem  @atomiism  honestly im too tired for the tag game so snag it if u want.

Nickname:  ocean / bre. Gender:   female. Star Sign:   pisces. Height: 5′5. Sexuality:  bisexual. Hogwarts House:  slytherin ;) Favorite Animals:   snakes are cool? i have 3. Average Hours Of Sleep:  i either get 6hrs or somewhere around 15.  Dogs or Cats:   i have 2 dogs so yeah. Number of Blankets:  summer? 1.   winter? 87 + an electric blanket. Where I Am From:   munich, germany.  but my ass is in ohio bc its for lovers. looool Dream Trip:  if im gonna be real sis i wanna go to space. When I Created This Account:  lol may 2018 Why I Created This Account:   honestly. i wanted to forever ago but was super afraid to ?? but im glad i did. Followers:   i’m overdue for some milestone posts.  1748

[hoshyeoms]

A -> Z Tag

I was tagged by: @afoxthing Ily Nic <333333 Thank you for tagging me !!! 

Rules: Answer the questions in a new post, tag 10 blogs you would like to get to know better.

A - Age: 20 (but 21 in exactly a month....but who’s counting lmao)

B - Birthplace: Virginia, USA

C - Current Time: 11:37 pm 

D - Drink You Last Had: Grapefruit Juice 

E - Easiest Person To Talk To: Bre, I literally tell her everything and anything! 

F - Favourite Song: It changes all the time lmao, but as of right now, I’d have to say Chuck by SVT...I just really love how aggressive the live stages of it can be 

G - Grossest Memory: I couldn’t tell ya, I don’t remember much from growing up and the most recent would have to be when I have to express dog’s anal glands at work, but tbh that’s really not that bad. It just smells like death. 

H - Horror Yes or Horror Movies/Games? Yes, hell yes, I love scary movies. In real life like haunted houses? NOPE! I literally had to get drunk the last 2 times I went to the haunted house w friends just to even consider going in. I held their hands the whole way in and out, and screamed at blank walls. 

I- In Love?: Not currently, I love the idea of love though. 

J - Jealous of People?: Jealousy is overrated imo, sometimes things just don’t work out the way you hope and wish for and that is okay. 

K - Borrowing Nic’s question for K. Next KPOP concert? That would also be The Rose for me!!! I see them next Friday night! 

L - Love at First Sight or should I walk by again?: Again, I am completely in love with the idea of love. I am naive to the subject and definitely believe love at first could be a strong possibility in life. It can happen anywhere at any time, so why not the first time? 

M - Middle Name: Jane, which was actually supposed to be my first name

N - Number of Siblings: Enough to start an army tbh

O - One wish: Time would slow down enough to enjoy everything around me just a little bit more. Seems like a never ending cycle the last month of nonstop work. 

P - Person you called last: My manager at work 

Q - Question you’re always asked?: “Can you cover this shift and also pick up 3 more days? Someone else quit today” 

R - Reason to smile: Being alive and loved my dude

S - Song you last sang: Crazy in Love - SVT

T - Time you woke up: 6:00 am :( 

U - Underwear color: green 

V - Vacation Destination: Japan, New Zealand, Scotland, Maui 

W - Worst habit: Leaving my paintbrushes in the cup of water I was using to clean them and forgetting about them. I ruined my whole set cause they sat in the cup for like 6 months. I finally clean and dry them to use them again and they’ve been in the jar for about 2 weeks again. Thankfully they’re just cheap plastic brushes cause I didn’t think I would actually get into painting like I did. 

X - X-rays: I haven’t gotten any since I was super little. But on the topic of Xrays, Monsta Xray was probably one of the best shows ever lmao

Y - Chicken, preferably in nugget form 

Z - Zodiac sign: Gemini

I tag anyone who wants to do this!!! it’s been awhile since I did a tag game but I feel like I annoy everyone w tagging them constantly so this one is up to anyone out there wanting to do it!!! 

[lazikade]

Tagged by @rin-chan32 !!

Nickname:

Lapis! That's my actual name haha,, I go by that irl now since around?? August? I've been called Lapis since I was like 12 though, but only online.

Zodiac:

Capricorn

Height:

Around 5'8 or 5'9?? I've grown a bit since I last measured myself

Last movie I watched:

Bohemian Rhapsody with bre ofc

Last Google search:

Bohemian Rhapsody bc i didnt know how to spell it shsjksis

Favorite artist:

THERES SO MANY I CANT JUST SAY ONE SHSHJSOS all my friends. All of them

Current song stuck in my head:

None lol my head is like tv static rn

Other blog:

@lappysfish which im. Not rly active at

@humblesprouts !! My OC blog!!! Im gonna b posting more abt their stories and such there~

Also my vent blog but nobody gets that

Do I get asks:

NOPE almost never :')

How many people I follow:

I cant remember how to ch e c k

How much I sleep:

6-8 hours

Lucky number:

Excuse me?

What am I wearing:

The usual. Flannel, Tshirt, jeans. Today its a thin red flannel (my favorite one) and a black Breaking Benjamin shirt.

Dream job:

I don't?? Know???? Genetic engineering would be Sick

Favorite food:

This one dish my dad makes and I dont remember what its called rip

Languages:

English and the smallest bit of German

Random fact:

I startle incredibly easy and its amusing to others

Aesthetic:

Do i. Even have one. I doubt it

Favorite anime character:

Probably Phos

Favorite character types:

Depressed dumbasses, adorable sweethearts who are secretly sad, and angry villains with sad stories who i would let punch me

Last game you played:

Pokemon Sun

How hardcore are you about finishing accomplishments:

I literally dont give a shit abt them

Superpower you want:

Shapeshifting. Pl e a se

Tags:

Uh @skratched @ghostingnflowers @frogyjones @dykeviolets @chocolyfee

Many of my mutuals are mutuals i gotta save some of yall for the others

Also u dont gotta do this if u dont want 💕

[cruisinfdr]

look a tag

Rules: answer 30 questions and tag 10 people

thanks for tagging me @yuyulie !!!

Nickname(s): breanna///bre if u really wanna go there

Gender: female

Sign: gemini

Height: 5’6 :~P

Time: 6:57pm

Birthday: june 11

Favourite bands: oberhofer rules my entire life

Favourite solo artists: ok i dont listen to many but. richie woods is iconic

Song stuck in my head: be new by lillet blanc and homesick by tony bullets have been stuck in my head for like. the past week i cant escape

Last movie i watched: oh yikes i havent watched any in awhile but my friend n i watched boss baby as a joke when i was staying at her house last month sdhfhsdkg

Last show i watched: nathan for you !!

When did i create this blog: last february :~/// i think i deleted a bunch of old posts like a month ago but i say this everytime:: u dont want to look at it

What do i post: my garbage sims (((who i love so much)))

What did i last google: "crash course trigonometry” cuz i had an exam today so last night i was busting my ass trying not to fail lmao

Other blogs: i have one i made just to test themes but it doesnt even have a post so

Do i get asks: usually i dont but if u send me some i will love u forever !!!!!! they make me really happy i think ive only ever gotten like 3 abt my sims

Why did i choose this url: here u go a smash hit song

Following: oh no i feel so exposed i keep meaning to clean it out a lil but im at 190 and i only ever recognize like 30-40 blogs on my dash :~//// where did the other 150 blogs go are yall good???

Followers: 380 !! i started makin recolors for 400 followers and then i built a restaurant today but i dont think anyone would want them shfdsjkfh my blogs kinda dead i think when it comes to likes n stuff so :~///

Average hours of sleep: uhh 5-6 if i have school but like 8 if its a weekend

Lucky number: i feel like everyone likes 7 u kno like if u get asked 1-10 almost everyone picks 7

Instrument: pass me the triangle

What am I wearing: a sweatshirt n some pajama pants :~P me & my friend wore them to school today 4 exams u kno

Dream job: whats something where i get a lot of money for doing nothing & requires no qualifications

Favourite food: pancakes and spaghetti but like. not together

Last book I read: i was supposed to read  the things they carried 4 my english class but i looked at sparknotes instead so does it count

3 favourite fandoms: im not really in any

Tag 10 people: uhjmfgnd i never do this part i dont think im friendly w enough simblrs for this sorry see u later :~////// BUT if u wanna do it go ahead Please be my friend