#too drunk to quit

[themysticaldrumstick]

“If i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous.” for either E (seeing MC mess around with another person) or M (during the E & MC dating era)

Also love the IF concept can’t wait to read it

You grin almost stupidly, standing by the lockers as you feel a warm palm cup your cheek. E's smile is genuine, sweet and they lean in for a brief kiss before class.

Oh, it's almost saccharine. Your heart jolts.

A little breath escapes your lips as you two part. "See you after class?"

"Of course." They whisper, brushing a stray strand of your hair back affectionately. "I'll be at the biology lab. Have to talk to the lab assistant about something."

You hum, too happy to care. "No problemo. See you then." They chuckle in a low voice, nuzzling their nose against yours in an Eskimo kiss. A bright laugh leaves you and they leave, finally.

You lean your head back against the lockers, butterflies in your stomach. You feel so blissful, so.. in-love, as stupid and early as that sounds. But, an exaggerated cough behind you breaks you out of your trance.

You turn.

It's M, their luscious locks framing their sharp features, the sheen of sweat on their copper skin sparkling under the bright lights of the school hallways as they make a mock gesture of vomitting. They seem to be holding a basketball under their arm.

You roll your edges, shoving them in jest.

"What?" They scoff. "Don't blame me. That was the most cringiest shit, I've ever seen."

"Yeah, yeah. God forbid, I like someone." You mutter, opening your locker to take your books out. You're used to M's antics, by now. First, they were the ones pushing you to date E.. now, they are the ones pushing you away from E. You wonder why. Then again, M does a lot of weird things that you never get an explanation to.

They grin sharply, the expensive metal of their piercings glinting. "They are not worth liking. They're not worth anything. 'Oh, I'll bE iN tHe biOloGy lAb'-- shut the fuck up, what an attention seeker. Moron."

You raise an eyebrow. "Aren't you being a bit too harsh? I mean, you introduced them to me. You pushed me to date them."

"And?" They mutter, avoiding your eyes, as they spin the basketball on their fingers, instinctively. "Doesn't mean you HAD to."

You're almost amused.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were jealous." You tease light-heartedly, a gut feeling, long buried, regurgitating to your mind.

They laugh. Loudly and freely, much to your surprise. Their eyes twinkling like stars under the hallway. "Oh, sweetheart. Jealously is a disease that I'm never a victim of." You want to scoff at that, it's the stupidest thing, you've ever heard, because you explicitly remember having seen M jealous of their ex, when the girl had started going out again. That too, with the main guitarist of the school band.

"Why do I even bother talking to you?" You sigh, shaking your head as you grab your things.

"Because, deep down? You know you love me." They shoot back, almost instantly.

What a menace. You see them ogling at another girl walking past, her long legs on display-- skirt a little too high. They lick their lips. You roll your eyes again, practically able to imagine their dad complaining. "Where there's smoke, there's fire, you know?"

They whistle under their breath and their eyes flick back onto yours, locking into it, a little too intently. Like the color of honey, irises swirling like sweet nectar.

"And I'm a moth to a flame."

[courfee]

felt the need to jegulusify two posts i came across

[demaparbat-hp]

Yoi is a babe 🫶

A diva, is what he is.

[daincrediblegg]

I love learning that some of that wardroom scene with crozier and jfj was improvised now. I always thought the way jared said "I was, in fact, ordered" was very interesting and low-key a little broken from the scene and it's like yes queen your eyes did not fail you now as they have never failed you that shit was on the fly

[wraithsoutlaws]

shit aint so bad.

[mister-a-z-fell]

People often say to me ‘Aziraphale, what exactly is Firmament?’

And by ‘often’, I mean ‘twice’, and they don’t so much say it as send me little enquiries on the Twitters and the Tumbler, along with inexplicable demands to know whether Crowley or I go ‘on top’.

I’ll get to the point in a moment, but, since you’re here, I would like to make it clear that our sleeping arrangements are nobody’s business but our own.

In any case, we don’t own a bunk bed, so the point is moot.

The subject of Firmament first came up on a clear night a few hundred years after I followed Adam and Eve out from Eden. Seth — their third child — was lying on a stone outcrop near the settlement, watching the sky, and I was sitting a little way off, keeping an eye out for scorpions.

‘Ol-ah-kwa*?’ The boy was usually full of questions, but that night he’d been uncharacteristically quiet. ‘What are they called, the lights above?’ It wasn’t the first time he’d asked and he already knew the answer perfectly well, but that was his way.

‘Those are stars. Has your father shown you how to find your path by them?’ He shook his head, and I resolved to talk to Eve in the morning.

‘How are they there? Are they like flowers on a bush? Or spots on a lizard? How many there are.’

I wished Crowley had been there, just then. He could have explained it so much better. I did my best, although I think I left him with the impression that every star hovered high in the heavens like a hummingbird, and he took some convincing that they wouldn’t eventually grow tired, having nowhere to perch, and come crashing down around us.

‘But why are they like fires? If they were made to fly up there forever, why don’t they grow feathers and just be birds?’

‘Well, that would rather defeat the purpose, B-qa-lyl**.’ And that might have been the end of the matter, but the boy had long since learned my weakness.

‘Don’t you know?’

And this is what I told him:

‘They are stars, because God told them to be stars. If She ever decides that they should be birds, then birds they will become. She told your father and mother to be human, because there was a place made in the world for humanity. Your purpose in this life is to discover what it means to be human.’

‘What about the next life?’

‘Wait and see.’

And this is what I didn’t tell him:

In the Beginning was the Void. And God spoke into the Nothing -That-Was, and that word was the first Firmament.

Firmament exists without mass, without substance. It is the Almighty’s intent, Her design, Her love; it is a blueprint for reality, pure potential and the Universe is spun with its threads. In the hands of the Virtues, it takes on form, accretes matter — becomes Material, a mechanism turned with a key that sounds like ‘LET THERE BE’.

Firmament can only be seen by the shadows that it casts. Gravity. The way that particles converse. Electromagnetism. Slood. It moves in mysterious ways and it reaches everywhere that is not Void. One day, scholars will glimpse the outer edges of ‘omnipresence’, and call it ‘quantum entanglement’.

I should have found a way to explain that — while stars aren’t birds — they share their firmament as all the brush stokes of a masterpiece share their canvas, as the individual notes of a melody are carried on the same breath. Everything touches everything. ‘Look what ye have done unto one of the least of these my brethren, the same have ye done unto me.’

Perhaps if I’d taught Seth that all that lies between each of us and the furthest, strangest star is a triviality called ‘distance’, which only really has meaning inside the preserve of mortal dimensions, he might have understood. I tried to explain it to his descendants, but perhaps they were too old, too certain of themselves, to listen. I was never much of a teacher.

Later, in all the confusion of Babel, rāqīa (something beaten thin to form a surface) and rakhmyn (love) went their separate ways, and whenever I encountered the subject of… celestial scaffolding — for want of a better word — it came in the context of the former. A shell to support the stars, to hold back the upper waters. They forgot about the ‘love’ part.

Later still, Crowley got volubly drunk with a fellow named Copernicus and made some progress, but even his controversial model couldn’t let go of firmament as the pastry around the universal profiterole.

Then there was Giordano Bruno… but we don’t talk about him.

So, here I am, trying again. Hoping that I’ve explained myself better this time, because, after all, that’s what an angel is: Firmament imbued with mind, and grace, willed into life by words of purpose unique to each one of us. Wearing atomic fancy-dress so that we can speak to you in words you can comprehend (ideally without falling down and giggling while your hair smoulders gently).

We are, at base, figments of Her imagination, which is so powerful that it was necessary that She invent free will to stop all things yielding unfailingly to Her whim. As a consequence, reality tends to become malleable in our immediate vicinity.

What is Firmament? It’s everything. It’s Creation. It’s humans, and demons, and angels. It’s stars, and it’s the walls of Eden. It’s the bullet, and the finger pulling the trigger, the magician and the audience, and the shocked air expanding in ripples from the burning powder. It’s the scalpel, and the flesh. And inside, beneath the dancing atoms, it’s love.

Try to remember that part, because sometimes it seems very well hidden.

It’s love.

*Brother

**Something small

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

I know that people are rarely their best selves at a funeral, but do you ever just watch your family move through the process of mourning the Patriarch and have a sudden and violent and vivid understanding of Why Everyone Is The Way They Are

[meneatyoghurt]

Everybody loves squid Tom, but where's the love for sea freak Tom?

[willameena]

Is there a top gun obikin au? I feel like there probably is. I watched it for the first time tonight (yes I know it's a classic, I know I KNOW) in my defense dudes and airplanes and the military aren't really my cup of tea. But oh BOY is that movie was surprisingly homoerotic. There is just no heterosexual explanation for some of that... soooo top gun obikin au? It's a thing, right? Right??

[fear-no-mort]

thinkign about how alone and unloved morty was for all his life and rick was the first time anyobdy ever put such an amount of intense attention and dependency onto him . and rick had a whole new family and losing them made him stop seeing the value in other people as a whole and morty was the one and first thing that woke him up

[askblueandviolet]

what was it like living with xiuying?? any embarrassing moments you saw?? id imagine it was fun. c:

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[untamedsinning]

my guilty pleasure kink thing is that butt chugging is extremely hot

[rainingincale]

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[exlimix1a]

Happy New Years, my beloveds. I love you all and I'm very proud of you as the darling little individuals that you are. kisses you all on the forehead. You're doing fantastic . look forward with hope, starlings. we've got this!!

[thegrantwater]

love throwing in the little detail that regina is a smoker into the first edits of my biggest draft to date bc i remember the bts pics from s1 where lana and robbie were smoking in costume between takes and after that i could never get the idea of regina being a secret smoker out of my head. my favorite headcanon. she's been through so much, give the woman a damn cigarette.

[longagoitwastuesday]

I actually like the last chapter. I think the ideas are very good. I have my qualms on how some things were managed, as I always do, but I think shonen authors get tangled in the expectations of a shonen to the point it jeopardises their writing, often even when they're not lacking in skills