If you are against BLM, you are unwelcome on my page.
If you support AllLivesMatter or BlueLivesMatter, you are not my friend.
If you think the riots are unjustified and irrational, unfollow me right now.
I am not black, but I support the black community all the way. I cannot possibly understand your pain or your suffering, but I'm with you. Now and forever.
💕 Here is your daily reminder to not judge people based on what they like to ship. 💕
❤️ Remember that every person is a human being at the end of the day and they do not boil down to what kind of media or things they enjoy. ❤️
💛 It shouldn’t matter what somebody ships. At the end of the day, these stories are fictional and it is simply innocent fun. 💛
💚 It doesn’t matter if they ship Spitfire, BirdFlash, SuperMartian, DickBabs, etc. If someone doesn’t like something, that’s fine! An opinion is an opinion and they are all fair and valid. 💚
💙 Let’s keep our communities as positive and safe spaces for fans and creators alike. 💙
💜 Brought to you by someone who hopes they didn’t just accidentally write a patronizing post online. 💜
🏳️🌈 In other news: if someone hates rainbow folk or is a lowlife racist, please break their knees! /joking … or am I 🏳️⚧️
rb to make a trans person feel loved 💕
This is based on an ask: “ Imagine Crowley having found a book that contained Gustavedore’s artwork and he was looking at the depictions of angels and he casually says to Azirphale, none of them are as beautiful as you ~~~”
So I of course, had to hammer out a nearly 2 thousand word fic in which Crowley is jealous, Aziraphale is oblivious, and (probably excessively) dramatic confessions are made.
On a Tuesday in October, Aziraphale found himself in rare possession of a most quintessentially perfect afternoon.
Outside, trees, swathed in resplendent oranges and reds, shivered in delight at the autumnal breeze tickling their leaves. On his desk, steam rose from a freshly brewed cup of tea. And a new book waited, open and ready for his most ardent perusal.
Peaceful. Aziraphale reflected, lifting the steaming cup to his lips. It was peaceful.
Quiet too.
Aziraphale froze, cool ceramic pressing against his lips.
Entirely too quiet.
If Aziraphale were alone, the silence would have been acceptable - welcomed even. But the problem was this: he was not alone.
A few hours ago, Crowley had breezed in, colorful leaves swirling around him, moaning about boredom. He’d then proceeded to prowl around the shop, getting underfoot as Aziraphale read - er, worked - and being the general sort of nuisance that only a demon suffering from excessive boredom can be.
The last time Aziraphale had heard from him was half an hour ago.
As Aziraphale sorted some of his newer books, he’d heard Crowley somewhere near the back of the shop, doing what sounded like a frightful amount of rummaging. Aziraphale had resolved to put a stop to it - only to re-discover a book he’d been meaning to read, tucked, forgotten beneath a pile of texts.
Readying the book, Aziraphale had promptly hurried to brew a cup of tea.
Now, a few pages in, silence hung over the bookshop like a curse.
A loud, bored demon might a nuisance, but a silent, bored demon was dangerous.
Aziraphale frowned, sitting up. Setting the cup aside, he turned a wary glance over the shop.
“Crowley?” he called
No response.
Not good.
Aziraphale rose, swiftly marking his page. Straightening his vest with a determined tug, he marched toward the rear of the store - the last known location of Crowley’s mischief.
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fuck it
i dont want girls sexualising mlm relationships anymore. at all
i dont want them fetishizing our relationships bc they think it’s sexy
i dont care if its a “way for them to express their sexuality”. that aint right and its messed that they can say that they want men in the porn industry to stop fetishizing wlw relationships, only to do the same bc its “fandom”
What a lovely person
Reblog this picture of me holding a Family Size box of Honey Nut Cheerios? I’d really appreciate it.
Affirmation for writers, please!!
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