#maggie is sick

[coveredinbutterflydust]

i'm being so serious when i say that this book warped my perception of what any sort of relationship should look like. is it healthy to want to exclusively feel soul-crushing love for the friends you choose or to know you would absolutely give up every single piece of yourself to them if they asked? probably not, but nothing else feels worth any effort and maggie stiefvater is to blame for that.

[microclown]

I've been stuck on viewing Maggie as Crowley's mirror, and for most of the show I like that interpretation. But once I started thinking of Nina as Crowley's Mirror in the ball scene specifically, I made a connection....

Aziraphale is playing God here. He has a vision- a happy romantic evening where people speak Victorian English, dress nicely, dance, and fall in love -and he wills everyone present to conform to his plan. But Nina doesn't conform. Nina feels like something isn't right. She asks questions.

She asks Aziraphale what's going on, why she doesn't feel sad when she knows she's sad, and Aziraphale doesn't give her a satisfactory answer. He tells her that the important thing is that she's here. She's here to play a role in his great plan. To dance in his ball.

So she expresses her concerns to Maggie. Maggie hadn't seen the issues at first, but she listens to Nina, and Nina gets her to acknowledge the absurdity of the situation just a little bit. Listen to their conversation at the dance again. It sounds SO MUCH like the conversations we've heard Crowley and Aziraphale have a thousand times during their 6000 year dance. Crowley calling out heaven, asking questions, trying to get Aziraphale to consider the absurdity of it all. Aziraphale mostly defending heaven, but listening, and sometimes acquiescing.

And this all falls in line with a point I've made before - In season 2, Crowley's relationship with Aziraphale begins to mirror his relationship with heaven. Aziraphale shows a pattern of not listening to Crowley the whole season, but especially in this scene. Crowley tries to ask him what is going on, and alert him to very real danger, but Aziraphale is dismissive. He is blinded by his desire to see his plan to fruition.

And just so we're clear, this is not an Aziraphale hate post. Rather, I think it might give us some insight into where God is coming from. Because Aziraphale's actions may be dismissive and controlling, but they are motivated by love. Misguided, certainly, but with all the best intentions. I have a feeling, when we finally meet God, it will be a similar story. And maybe both She and Aziraphale will learn that sometimes to love means to let go.

[fastboatsmojito]

so excited to join the party!! can i request royalty au + forbidden romance trope for royal chef carmy x princess reader? if you also want to include possessive sex from the smutty prompts well 🤭 that’s up to you!

huge congrats on 100 !!!

Omfg I was going to work on some other reqs first but this actually took over all of my thoughts the second it came in so 🧎everyone say thank you Maggie <3

Royalty au from this prompt list + forbidden romance from this prompt list for my 100 followers party !

| a/n; God this was such a fun one

| cw; 18+ smut btc ! Mostly plot + a touch of smut at the end, fem reader <3

| wc; 979

It started slow, an innocent couple of words on the napkin afforded to you along with your breakfast. Your lovely hairdresser giggling with you as you sat in front of the mirror, admiring the not-so-neat handwriting from an apparent admirer.

The note read; ‘Good morning her highness, how I do wish to meet you someday.’ simple and respectful, missing only the name of whomever wrote it. Anyone else would have thought nothing of it, discarding the note along with their breakfast even, but it had gotten lonely in the castle.

October bringing in chilly winds through the linen fabric adorning your open windows, almost enough to blow out the candle dripping next to you as you sat. Longingly looking out at the kingdom as you held your newest possession, dreaming about the face behind the words.

Of course you had the clue that it was someone from within the castle, but this wasn’t much help seeing as so many people came in and out every day.

You’d briefly spoken about it to several staff around the castle as you went about your day; gossiping with the gardener turning into finding out just how many kitchen staff there were. Far too many for a single princess to go through them all separately, so it only made sense to begin with the chefs.

A task you’d fit in somewhere between having another portrait painting, insisted upon by your mother of course, and piano lessons - a hobby you’d become quite fond of.

After sitting for so long you figured you needed a snack anyway, skipping about the castle in your most breathable of dresses, finally reaching the doors of the kitchen.

You received quite a few curious glances as you walked in, the only one not in all white. You smiled and nodded until you felt your cheeks beginning to hurt, always courteous as you made your way to the back.

“Your highness?” A voice beckoned from behind you, turning around to find a red-cheeked, seemingly nervous chef.

“Chef.” You greeted, giving him a polite curtsy as he bowed his head. How cute.

“If I may, what’s a princess like yourself doing back here?” He asked simply, shaky as he held his hands behind his back.

“I’ve come to find someone, actually. Might you know who wrote this?” You pulled the napkin out of your dress pocket - insisted upon by yourself, pocket-less dresses were of no real use.

He seemed taken aback that you were holding it, getting redder in the face if that was even possible, quietly nodding as he stared a hole into the note.

“It was me.” He said it so quietly you weren’t sure if you heard him correctly over the slowly rising chaos of the kitchen behind you.

“You?” You looked at him more observantly then, eyes following the few curls that had fallen in front of his face, over the still rosy apples of his cheeks, and back into the icy blue eyes looking back at you. Oh yes, he would do just fine.

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You were certain your parents would berate you for it as you brought him back to your room, giggling about the castle as you held his hand and guided him in, all but sprinting as befuddled servants passed you.

You’d be lying if you said that didn’t make it all the better, the kind, incredibly handsome chef of all people being brought back to a princesses bedroom. Ever the dramatic, you quietly closed your door after he’d walked in, clasping your hands together as you walked to your bed.

He seemed fond of all the pink, lacy, beauty around the room, quiet as he courteously removed his chefs coat and folded it in his arms.

You beckoned him over with a finger, grinning at him from under the draped fabric over your bed. He walked over slowly, face still pink like he’d just come in from the snow.

“My parents will certainly have a few things to say about this, but I’m not sure I care. You’re cute.” You stated simply, hands in your lap as he sat down next to you.

“I don’t want to cause you any trouble, your highness.” He was so kind it was dazzling, not in the way that everyone was kind simply because you were a princess. In his own selfless, pure, way, like he couldn’t possibly speak to you any different if he tried.

“Please do, it’s been so boring lately. Though you simply mustn’t call me your highness while we’re alone.” You explained, giving him your name to which he returned with a held out hand and his own.

“Carmen.” He brought your hand up to his mouth the second it was in his own, chaste kiss causing a warmth to greet your own face.

A lovely name for a lovely man, something you could hear yourself calling out. A name you would be calling out later that night, from the comfort and warmth of his hands along your sides in your bed, to the bubbly water of the bath as you called for him to come into the relaxing water with you.

“Carmen,” You repeated, his hand still holding your own, allowing his thumb to run across the divots of your ring.

“Can I kiss you?” You weren’t completely sure you were doing any of this correctly, certainly not to the standards of anyone who did this sort of thing normally, again - the castle had been lonely lately. Though by the look on his face he wasn’t certain either, giving you a slow nod as his hand found the side of your face.

The entire kingdom would surely have both of your heads if they found you under him, frilly dress hiked up all the way to your waist as breathy sighs fell from both of your mouths - but they didn’t have to know. Not yet.

[shehungthemoon]

Pls someone talk to me about the quiet codependence Rust and Marty have, the too-easy domesticity they can fall into. Their constant arguing and moral disagreement that blends so easily into sharing clothes and a bottle and a home. The open hostility that silently becomes worry when no one else is watching. The implicit, unyielding trust that's never questioned and always counted on, between two people born and living in a world that's punished trust from the beginning.

[lavenderknivess]

it’s just me and the other 3? vinylatte authors against the world

[itsnotmika]

banging my head against a wall

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together | So Sick Of Dreaming

[11hearstrings]

not since succession have we seen this level of television writers putting their viewers in a psychological saw trap

[lyrelarkisforthebirds]

Laird Behaim doesn't alter time itself. That would be insane. Laird alters the perception of time. Lost hours, dulled senses, mental quicksand—these are a chronomancer's weapons. At the head of his family, Laird's position is more secure than ever. Yet the old police chief can hear the bells toll. Ten, eleven, twel— 🌃

The images above are for a game called Arkham Horror. All fanart has been used with express permission of the artist.

Laird Behaim and Eleventh Hour art: @v-wind.

Zeitgeist hand and pocketwatch: Elie Smolkin.

Zeigeist background: @v-wind again!

These cards represents a character that you can pilot in the game. Laird's cards lean towards collecting assets and solving problems indirectly. Playing as Laird, your aim is control.

A huge thank you to v-wind and Elie Smolkin for the art on this one! The Behaim Circle is in your debt. 📘💙

Other Pact + Arkham Horror designs:

Rose Thorburn Jr. (wip).

Fell Atwell.

Maggie Holt (wip).

Blake Thorburn.

[seecarrun]

“Rich? Is that you, sweetheart?” Maggie calls from kitchen.

“What would you have done if it wasn’t?” Richie asks her with a smirk when she comes into the foyer, drying her hands off with a dish towel.

Unfortunately for Richie, she doesn’t take the bait. “I thought you were going over to Eddie’s after school.”

Richie pouts before he can stop himself. “He’s sick.”

Maggie frowns. “Actually sick, or sick?” she asks, complete with air quotes on the second ‘sick’ that make Richie actually chuckle a little.

“Actually sick. Believe it or not,” he answers. “Big Bill went to pick him up this morning and said he looked like death warmed over.”

Maggie sighs, then turns on her heel and shuffles back into the kitchen. “I have some chicken noodle soup in the freezer, I’ll just give it a thaw and you can go bring it over to him.”

Richie makes a face and follows her. “Dude, what? I don’t wanna get his nasty ass germs!”

“Language,” she says simply, pulling an old take-out container filled with frozen soup out of the freezer. “And please, Richard. Like you weren’t planning on sneaking out tonight to bring him a care package already. At least this will have actual nutrition.”

Richie tries to will down his blush, but his mom shoots him a knowing smile and he knows when he’s been beat.

“Whatever,” he grumbles, striding towards the stairs as his mom chuckles. “Just call me when it’s ready.”

[spencelle-secret]

i know it's bts, but if we got THIS magbel look during that scene, i'd be losing my fucking MIND

[hopeinthebox]

tagged by my beloved no.1 chappell roan stan @cordiallyfuturedwight thanks my darling <33 i can only apologise for the lack of ms roan here... i swear good luck babe has been on repeat i don't know what happened

tagging the usual suspects, apologies if i've already missed yours: @aprylynn @jiminsproof @thvinyl @cosmicdreamgrl @visionsofgideontheninth @hoseeok @kimchokejin @jihopesjoint @monismochi <333 and you dear reader

oh and see here for more of my self-proclaimed songs of the summer if you're interested in that kind of thing

[nicistrying]

Fri 4th Oct

Had another sick day yesterday. The sore throat became a sore chest and I went straight back to bed after walking Mags and slept in my fluffy pjs and socks under 2 blankets until 11.30am 👀 Felt better for it though. Got up and walked Mags again, had some snacks and started watching The Innocent Man which I'm enjoying. Had dinner with Matt and went to bed.

Got up at 7 today feeling a lot better, and worked at home. Finally changed my name on our system so I have my new surname 🥹 but it meant a load of stuff didn't work for a while. Phones were quiet and everyone I spoke to was super lovely thank god. Did my return to work, went out to play with Mags at lunchtime. Still got a gross taste in my mouth but mostly feeling a lot better. Matt is out at a party tonight so I'm home alone, ordered Thai food, walked to the shop for ice cream and I will be enjoying those and watching Wicked Little Letters 😌

[palukoo]

"We'll go away secretly. You say no one knows, no one else will know. Don't worry about anything. Leave the arrangements, everything to me." The Great Lie (1941)

[jade-wyton]

Day 28 of Maggie in October!

Sometimes doing the right thing means you get punched in the face (but that's not gonna stop Maggie from doing the right thing every time it comes up; she's a hero, after all)

[aliaoftheknives]

um. girls. did you know best friends ex friends till the end better off as lovers and not the other way around