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What’s the coolest animal you’ve ever touched.

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The old school lack of transparency on tumblr is amazing because you assume the people you follow must all be equivalent to you and then you see someone write “I brought my youngest to college today” and someone else write “my mom wouldn’t let me listen to Ariana Grande when I was a kid” and then your head explodes

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youre weirdly obsessed with finding meaning

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the strange horse

At the beginning of summer, Aziraphale had taken in a strange horse that had gotten stuck in a nasty bear trap. He’d nursed it as well as he could, given that the only thing akin to a stable he’d had, had been the old barn that had been close to falling apart for a few years now.

The horse had a strange piece of horn on its head in the shape of a particularly thick and sharp twig, like sticking out straight of its skull. He had wondered about it, but had reasoned pretty quickly that plenty other creature in the forest had odd shaped appendages and horns too. If the sheep can have curled ones why couldn’t this horse have a straight one.

He cared for the horse to the best of his ability, being used to smaller farm animals as he was. He often questioned if his care was lacking.

Once summer turned into autumn and autumn turned chilly enough that he had to gather firewood again, something came by as if to check on the horse, flitting about when it thought Aziraphale wouldn’t see; in the dim of the ever earlier darkness, or in the dawn of the early morning light.

Aziraphale only ever saw traces of the creature but that didn’t worry him either. If anything, he was glad Someone other than him was finally taking more care of the horse. It had been a well groomed creature, clearly looked after by someone and Aziraphale had assumed the worst - that the carer might have met an untimely fate and had left the poor thing to fend for itself in the woods. He was glad to have something or someone other to check on it. Even if all he ever saw was a glint of bright yellow eyes reflecting the light of his lantern, in colour almost as uncanny as the horse’s citrus coloured irises.

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“You never see unicorns anymore,” Crawly grumbles, watching another collection of dusty donkeys trudge into town.

“Well, obviously not,” Aziraphale replies, rolling his eyes.

Crawly directs a frown at him.

“Obviously?” he repeats, eyebrows raised in a question.

“You were there, Crawly, you know perfectly well why not.”

Crawly blinks, which doesn’t happen very often.

“You’ve lost me.”

“The Ark?” Aziraphale tries, hoping to jog Crawly’s memory. “You remember, one of Noah’s ran off, they didn’t have time to find another before the rain started…”

Crawly frowns.

“What does that have to do with anything?”

Aziraphale peers at his face, looking for the trick, the joke, the setup. All he sees is honest confusion. It’s his turn to blink.

“Crawly,” he says, somewhere between disbelief and a rather unangelic delight, “you do know why he had two of everything, don’t you?”

Crawly shifts defensively in his seat.

“Assumed it was one of those daft instructions sent down from on high, you know, one Ark, two of each animal, three of each kind of fruit, whatever—”

Aziraphale starts to laugh. He can’t help himself. Crawly scowls at him and hunches his shoulders.

“What? What’s so funny, angel?”

Angel. Crawly called him that in Eden, before Aziraphale thought to give him his name. He doesn’t know why he’s doing it now. Perhaps it’s supposed to be an insult. It doesn’t really have a lot of bite to it, if so.

“You’ve really never— all right, all right, don’t look so cross, I’ll tell you, I’m just— surprised, that’s all.” Aziraphale takes a sip of the fermented beverage the humans in this village have invented. It’s got potential, he thinks. “It takes two of them to breed, Crawly. Male and female.”

Crawly stares at him so blankly that Aziraphale has to bite his lip against more laughter.

“Please tell me you’ve at least noticed the physiological differences between the sexes—”

“Yes, yes, I know about that,” Crawly interrupts. “And what they get up to with those bits. You mean they’re not just for leisure activities?”

“No, they’re rather fundamental to the whole reproduction thing, in fact. The, ah, recreational applications are just a side-effect.”

“What, really?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“But humans are always—”

“Well, that’s why there’s so many of them these days.”

Crawly looks absolutely dumbfounded by this revelation, and more than a little outraged.

“What about birds?” he demands. “They just lay eggs whenever they want to, don’t they?”

“I believe mating is still required beforehand.”

“What about fish?”

“I’m fairly certain that the same rule applies.”

Crawly stares into his clay cup, lips moving slightly as he tries to come to terms with this whole concept. His expression tilts suddenly into something that unexpectedly yanks on Aziraphale’s heartstrings.

“Oh,” he says quietly. “So no more unicorns, then.”

“No,” Aziraphale replies, no longer laughing.

“I’d have got it back for them, if I’d known,” Crawly mumbles.

Yes, Aziraphale thinks, surprised by his own certainty, you would have, wouldn’t you?

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Crowley bathing in both rain and bi lighting.

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Come along tall goth husband we must pretend we aren’t in love

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忘记他

this is a scene from the film fallen angels by wong kar wai, and the study club prompt in the good omens reference library discord was the 1941 blitz era, so ofc i had to combine them and make crowley really sad again

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From an Art Style Request round over on Insta/Twitter!

(I actually wanted to make a colored version of them as animal villagers too but I am currently laying in my bed with the flu so I didn‘t have the energy for it 🫠)

⚠️ PLEASE DON‘T REPOST ⚠️

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pose was referenced from maurice (1987) :)

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Idolaters - In the Dark

- Stop playing with shiny toys, darling, they were never meant for you: starlight, sunlight, heaven's light... your eyes were not made for such bright things. Don't worry, dear. That little angel almost made you soft, but he's gone now. You'll be one of us again. Unforgivable, remember? That's what you are. One of the bad guys.

What? Is that Satan himself speaking? Where is this series going? But most importantly: did I draw all the things I intended to draw this time? We'll see in a few hours when I look at it again and realize that I missed half the drawing.

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Show up at work like hi boss sorry I'm late my I was helping my mother track down one specific 90s dungeon crawler for the purposes of obtaining a muffin recipe the developer hid in the files

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why yes I AM making boop gifs from screen recording

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ineffable wives piece from stream last night! thanks to everyone who dropped in and made my first stream so awesome :v

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Boop Breakdown

Well, you did it. You booped. You booped all over your dashboard with reckless abandon, your finger gnashing away at the boop button, much like a lovely raccoon discovering a glorious half-eaten baked potato. A treasure was presented, and you knew you deserved it. You deserved to boop. Collectively, you booped 142,566,897 times. To repeat: one hundred forty-two million five hundred sixty-six thousand eight hundred ninety-seven boops were had on tumblr dot com the website and the app.

Specifically: 

Normal boops: 119,204,929

Self boops: 12,645,652

Cat boops: 7,925,241

Super boops: 2,095,231

Mischievous, aka evil boops: 695,844

One particularly boopable Tumblr was booped a total of 874,212 times. To be so rich in boops is a blessing. The Tumblr that gave the most boops found it in their heart to bestow 127,073 boops upon those they found worthy. 

Over 500,000 Tumblrs were booped and booped back in return. And for what? What would drive so many to boop? Does Tumblr yearn for the boop mines? Well, yes. And also the guts, the glory, the prestige, and, of course, the badges. Oh, how you worked for those badges:

Booper participants: 229,881

Booper enthusiasts:  85,548

Booper supers:  67,571

Hold your heads high, Tumblr. You booped until you couldn’t boop anymore. You created incredible fanart, invented a whole new genre of -sonas, and even created your own premium, high-end awards. It was noble, it was boop. We hope you boop yourself, and boop for boop. Boop, boop boop? Boop, boop. Boop boop boop, boop boop; Boop! Boop! 

Boop,

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My mom: let’s get ice cream

Me: *sobbing*

Mom: what’s wrong

Me:

They deserve each other 😢

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repressed aziraphale i love your fail life