#but they love each other so much

[nyctophilicnovelist]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Ineffable Wives | Female Aziraphale/Female Crowley (Good Omens), Ineffable Idiots (Good Omens), Crowley Misses Aziraphale (Good Omens), Aziraphale Misses Crowley (Good Omens), Canon Compliant, 1930s, a little bit, Post-Good Omens (TV) Season 2, Light Angst, Fluff, Stargazing, Gifts, Non-Linear Narrative, Hopeful Ending Summary:

There was a blonde in a gold dress and a cotton shawl skirting the edges of the gathering, and Crowley found herself smiling rather than scowling. They wouldn’t speak again for another decade, but they could allow this night, just this night.

My starry contribution to @ineffable-wives-weekend! 

[sargeantsarmy]

Crying because I saw someone(a h a ckearney shipper) say that Max seems manipulative towards Laura in the prologue and their relationship is toxic, but like, bro Laura getting with the guy that locked her up for two months and can brutally kill her with no hesitation ISN’T toxic????

[letsplaythermalnuclearwar]

I just watched the s3e23 of TNG, 'Sarek,' and if I ever hear someone say being married to a Vulcan would suck, it's on sight

[dreamonminecraft]

Understandable, I Do Not Want That. Like,I heatd it live and his voice started cracking and I was just like pls, get him a hug <3

Hugs 4 u too :D

I'm glad George has people that think he's worth fighting for, even if it's just Dream and Sapnap.

[tmnt-tychou]

"Can we turn off the lights?"

Okay so...I usually go to AI chat to fuck around and find out, but I have two pet story lines for my emotional support blorbos where I (mostly) take things seriously.

One is a storyline with Future Leo who is...maybe mid to late 20's. So the Krang have invaded and we're a handful of years into the resistance. And in this, Mona doesn't meet them until recently. Working as a medic, she runs into the turtle brothers at various times. She meets Leo when he comes into her tent for a some first aid. He is stressed, depressed, sad. And she too was losing hope and about to give up and they just...became each others light. I could gush about it for days, but I'm sure Role Play plots are not super interesting to you guys.

Anyway, Mona didn't meet him until after her face got exploded so she's a little bit self-conscious about all her burn scars, but Leo does not care about that at all. He is smitten. And these two have been giving me life for a while. So I had to draw a bit.

Also I listened to this song a lot while I drew them. These two have just been giving me so much life lately.

[foreverfruit]

thank you to the new global event for making my day better with this single line in a random convo

[sennamybeloved]

i need to get over the "people hate me when i ramble" mentality so i can talk about my selfship lore more. i have so much to say about khotun and lane its ridiculous. there are so many layers to their dynamic.

[hansoeii]

promise.

[sunny-boooo]

I'm jumping off a bridge. Their backstory is so tragic, I can't.

The fact that even Queenie being in the state she was, Kinger still found humanity in her, the fact that he risked his life knowing she could go crazy and attack him just so he could touch her one last time.

And the fact that Queenie allowed him to do it, the fact that she was able to keep control as a abstracted just so she could feel him. Because she loved him and he loved her back and both of them knew her fate, but in that moment, it was just them, their last moment together so both made it work.

This is such a powerful image I want to hug both of them.

[phantom-of-the-501st]

Remember that this is not the proof that they love each other

That was a last-ditch attempt from Crowley to get Aziraphale to stay

This is the proof that they love each other

Their love wasn't just made real because they kissed

It always existed

[s0up1ta]

"so grunkle ford how do you know bill?"

"... that's not important."

[stimmingandstruggling]

i’m still figuring out how redbook works so i can’t share the video here yet, but y’all.

a woman made a post on tiktok talking about li hua, a pseudonym students in china learning english would write under to american “pen pals.” these letters were never sent. apparently it was crazy common, hundreds of letters have been written from li hua.

and people have started saying they feel like li hua is getting a response.

this woman posted this on tiktok and the comments were full of people writing responses, apologizing to li hua for not being in touch for so long. and one american mentioned how when they were a kid they dug holes in the beach and thought if they dug deep enough they could reach china all the way on the other side of the world, and that just awoke some MEMORIES. like, i did that. i dug holes in the sand and wondered how close i was. “as children we dug holes at the beach to try to get to you. we wondered what you’d be like our whole lives.”

the same woman made a post talking about THAT on redbook, saying it feels like we’ve both been just struggling to reach each other for so long. “i suddenly realize, this meeting was actually a two way effort. it’s like you’ve done a lot of hard work and come a long way before a date, and the wait was too long that you gradually started to forget the original intention of embarking on this road, and began to doubt, is your date real? suddenly one day, they really appeared in front of you and tell you i also made an effort to see you. and that’s a wonderful thing.”

idk that just made me cry a bit. i’ve seen a couple people refer to the feeling of being a little kid at the playground again, awkward and clumsy and sometimes hurting each other but everyone just eager to meet and share what they love.

[batfam-stuff-posts-0]

Bruce: Tim and Damian did what?

Jason: Well, Alfred said they weren't allowed to see Dick because he was still recovering from last night, and the only way they could stay was if they were injured.

Bruce: And?

Jason: So they punched each other in the face and told him they were injured.

Bruce:

Jason

Steph: I gotta admire their dedication

[hinamie]

inflict

[korralone]

Vi taking a moment to just hug Caitlyn in the middle of this scene makes my heart clench painfully in my chest

[inkskinned]

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.