Apparently ‘Crowley gets mistaken for a sex worker’ is a sub genre now and I am here for all of it from the heartbreaking to the hilarious and especially if it involves Mr Brown of Brown’s World of Carpets vying for Aziraphale’s attention. (And this fic where Mr Brown thinks Crowley is in the mafia is great too.) Give me more please internets!
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i politely demand that you to set up a blog Dedicated to Bart
he can't even type. he's a gulpin. i don't think he'd have that much to say
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“Tech is gone. Only CX-2 remains.”
Here’s to being both Tech Tuesday and the eve of a devastating two parter that might have us shattered!
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obi-wan: you’re supposed to bang your fist against mine
plo koon: why?
obi-wan: i am told it is a widely accepted gesture for mutual success
anakin: i love it when you two impersonate normal people
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Ray makes fun of you he don't care
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Ijin: Can I have a moment with him.?
XXX: Of course
Ijin, leaning over 600 Coffin: I know you're not dead.
600, opening one eye: No shit
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something's wrong.
something's wrong.
SOMETHING'S WRONG?1?1?
please tell me I'm reading too much into this. Eli is going to be fine right?
RIGHT?
what's your definition of fine
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Never drawing on my phone again this hurt so bad to do 😭
Prolly gonna remake when I get to reunite with my magical tablet of wonderful helpfulness in a couple weeks :)))
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Has anyone ever told you you’re cute? Absolutely adorable? Precious even?
Not in the last decade or so!
And it better stay that way.
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RIGHT NEAR THE FRONT FOR THE BAD BATCH PANEL LETS GOOO!! Praying we get some exclusive content
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daily snippet 8.24.23
wip: wanted to belong here (but something felt so wrong here) 911 buddie
“You want a beer?” he asks, taking a step towards the kitchen.
Buck lets him change the topic for now and shrugs his shoulders. “I’ll have one if you are.”
Eddie steps away to the kitchen, disappearing around the corner, and Buck switches back to the couch, sitting at the far end. He tosses some of the throw pillows onto the chair to free up the rest of the couch.
With two bottles in hand, Eddie walks back into the room, his hair messier and a nervous energy around him.
He hates that he’s made Eddie feel like this, that the happy mood from earlier has dissipated, but maybe this is what they need.
Eddie holds out a bottle to Buck, which he takes with a quiet thank you, before he dropped down to the the other end with a heavy slump.
Buck pops the cap of his bottle, wincing at how it echoes in the living room, and takes a small sip, letting the cold drink calm his own nerves. Silence settles between them, Buck watching as Eddie fidgets with his beer, and he waits.
“I haven’t been sleeping well,” Eddie admits, eyes flicking over to Buck before looking back down at the bottle. “Uh. It’s different this time, you know. I’m not having nightmares. I just —” he shrugs helplessly “— I just can’t sleep.”
“Have you talked to Frank about it?” Buck asks, rolling his bottle between his palms. Eddie’s been seeing him once a week since Christmas, whether it’s been helpful or not is up in the air, but it’s better than nothing.
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oi aries how many skulls does legacy meteor have
Not enough to fit into a closet.
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