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WARING! MAJOR SPOILERS FOR GOOD OMENS S2 E6!
I don't know what the fuck possessed me last night to write this in a post season 2 Good Omens fanfic I wrote at 2 in the morning, but holy shit, sleep-deprived me.
“I know you were put on the potter’s glass shelf, but he was abandoned when he cracked halfway through the kiln. He kissed you because he wanted you to stay. He was terrified you would leave and he didn’t want you to, so he kissed you. But you still left. You didn’t hurt him, Aziraphale. You broke him.”
I am so proud of each and everyone of you. You are all amazing people. Existing in this world is incredibly difficult but you’re all doing it and that’s fucking awesome!!! Yay you!!!!! No matter how much you struggle day to day with whatever you struggle with I am so proud of you for doing what you can. You deserve to be proud of yourself but if you’re not able to do that right now just know that I am proud of you for doing what you can because I know you’re trying (even if you feel you’re not trying enough I promise you are)
Thank you all for existing, just knowing y’all are out there makes me so happy.
Never forget how loved you are, and if you haven’t heard it today or in a while or even if you have heard it today I love you so much, I’m so glad you exist, and I’m so proud of you.
i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.
I spent AGES on this!!! But I love it so it's ok<3 anywho meet crash!!! My very friendly and scary monster who definitely will won't eat you if he gets hungry!!!
More versions under the cut :3
And then what it looks like without my SUPER COOL AND GOOD rendering attempt
Hey, I was wondering what pride flag(s?) are in the background of your icon?
Oh! Wow, hey there, I was not expecting this! It’s so good to actually start getting into Tumblr’s everything.
As for what pride flag is in my icon? It’s the Fluidflux one!
Fluidflux is where you basically combine Genderfluid with Genderflux; one weird but interesting milkshake, if you ask me.
As for my banner, quite obviously it’s the Bisexual flag :D
And just for the record, no need to worry about my pronouns. I’m happy with whatever ^^
Thanks for the ask!
No thoughts, just gay blocky minecraft men beating each other to death in a cactus ring.
No thoughts, just gay blocky minecraft men beating each other to death in a cactus ring.
Happy Pride Month to all of my LGBTQIA+ mutuals and followers! 🫂🩷 Never hesitate to stand up for your true, authentic selves! Always remember you are valid, unique, cherished and loved. Let's hope for a better world that accepts and respects us without discrimination. ✨️
(PS: I'm so sorry for being SO LATE in wishing y'all. 😩 I'm absolutely DROWNING in uni assignments and exam prep and what not.😭😭 Also, the Lok Sabha General Elections are going on in India, and today I voted for the first time! So cheers to that!🥂)
If you have marks on your body, that means whatever demon in your mind or in your life that tried to take you out failed miserably, and they left you some sick looking battle scars as proof of your strength.
It means more than just "you survived." It means there's some force out there trying to end you and you're still kicking ass. Sounds more like thriving to me.
Show em off. Tell their stories.
I'd love to seem em and I'd love to hear em.
I LITERALLY LOVE THIS??? THE HAIR IS PHENOMONAL WHAAAT. SUPER JEALOUS HOW U DID THE MOUTH AND EYES TOO THEY'RE SO CUTE ;0; I love this so much and it's beautiful! You should be really proud of it! This is gorgeous! The nose is really cute too! I can never draw noses so that's why I make them triangles and circles lololol. But this is really amazing! I can't stop looking at the hair and face! I love it and am honored that you took the time to draw this fella!
I'm honestly kinda disappointed with how this turned out
I wanted to draw @pinkpuppp's of Starberry a few months ago and did this. It's not that bad but I feel like I didn't do Starberry justice.
Also if you noticed the style is a little different, its because at the time I thought an anime-esk style would be fitting for what I had in mind and weeeellllll
Lets just say I'm sad I didn't do my usual style. But then again as artists we all have pieces we like more and some we like less. Someone out there might really like this piece, and I think it's important to show your "bad" pieces of art too. So you can throw away the feeling of "EvErYtHiNg I pOsT hAs To bE pErFeCt". And Young artists should know its completely normal to have days where something just doesn't click <3
Happy Pride Everyone!!
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Wear it, do it, see it, be it, live it, love it!
Don't let society's expectations become your restrictions!
God, this is so good. I’m so attached to this story and i don’t think i’ll even let it go again, it’s just that good. The culture is seeping through everything and even though this is written by multiple people it’s better than some other stories i’ve read. Not to put down other stories, for course not, i love any fanfic. But this, this is gonna be my favorite for a long time, probably gonna be my favorite of this fandom. It doesn’t even seem to be at the main plot (them getting together I assume) and i’m hooked. Like mate, you should keep it up i’d read anything even half as bad as this. Like even if i wasn’t in this fandom i would enjoy the amount of thought went into this. Please be proud of yourselves because hot damn, I love it.
Restaurant owner/chef Charles / Food critic Edwin AU!!!
So, I just thought of this AU and I am so jazzed about it that I need to drop this idea somewhere so it can become a 100k fic I can devour in one sitting asdfhfhfhf
In an ideal world I’d want to offer the floor to someone Desi to run with this idea, or to collab with me on it because I want to do Charles' food and culture and relationship with his mum justice. I’ve only been adjacent to the restaurant business (my family ran a small café for a bit and I worked there, and I have a family member who did culinary school, so).
I just know that this idea has Arrived in my brain and I can’t just let it sit in there unattended, asdjfjfjf
I'm tagging @nix-nihili and @queen-of-hobgobblers 'cause I feel like this will be up your street???
Okay - so Charles and his mum own a small Indian restaurant. It’s a family business and his parents ran it together ("together") before. Charles’ father was incredibly controlling about the menu, their community partners and suppliers, as well as pretty much every other aspect of the business (and their lives, behind the scenes). Now Charles’ father is out of the picture—I'm undecided how this happens, but I just think Charles deserves to live an unfettered life without Mr. Rowland hurting him anymore, tbh.
He gets to rediscover the joy of cooking together with his mum, cooking as freely as he wants and not being held back by his dad's expectations, refreshing the restaurant's menu to feature more authentic versions of the dishes, making connections with new suppliers, redoing the accounting to pay everybody a living wage... Just generally, like, revamping the entire restaurant to be a more joyful place to be that celebrates delicious food and companionship as a form of connection and sharing. Edwin is a food critic who goes to the grand reopening of the restaurant. Edwin likes to write about and document food. He enjoys experiencing a restaurant and its food possibly even more than the tasting of it. He presents like the uptight, exacting sort of food critic restaurants are intimidated by, with his many layers and his bow tie and his posture and his perfect hair, his little notebook and his vintage pocket pen. But inside he just wants to be able to feel some sort of a connection: with the chef through the food (What is the dish trying to tell him?); with the other person at the table—if there is another person, which is so rare.
Family mealtimes for Edwin growing up were distant affairs, overly formal and stilted and coded, minefields for being scrutinized and speaking and acting in only the most acceptable ways; not places to be honest or genuine or to let one's guard down. Certainly not occasions to experience genuine enjoyment. He wants to believe that food, which is so vital to life, and the preparing and the sharing of it, can be different. Positive. Joyous.
Charles gives Edwin a tour of the restaurant when he arrives. Charles is not like a lot of other restaurant owners Edwin has met. He introduces Edwin to his mum and the way he looks at her makes a pang go through Edwin's chest because clearly, they love each other so much, and Edwin may have never had that but just looking at it heals something in him. He's not getting invested, though. (Right?)
Charles' enthusiasm is like, off the charts. He's practically vibrating, to the point where excitement tips over into anxiety, clearly trying to keep it toned down and failing. And Charles is like, "I'm sorry. Just a bit nervous, yeah? I really care about this place. I need it to—I mean. I really want it to do well."
Edwin's heart goes out to him. "Do not worry," he says, softly. "I am not here to hurt you." He doesn't know why he says it but all the tension goes out of Charles, the slightly frantic look goes out of his eyes, and he gives Edwin the brightest smile he thinks he's ever seen. It's a gorgeous smile. Relieved, and carefree, and warm like sunshine.
"D'you want to try some food?" He says it almost conspiratorially, as though this is not Edwin's primary and entire purpose in being here.
Edwin looks around the quiet, empty restaurant. It's cozy and warm with mid-afternoon sunlight streaming in through the windows at the front. Even without any patrons, without the din or bustle of a full dining room, it seems to beckon to foster shared happiness within it. "I was under the impression that I would be partaking of your dinner service this evening," he says delicately, trying to hide that he might actually want nothing better than to never leave here at all, let alone try some food.
"Well, yeah," Charles says, "'course you are. But this is different, innit? Not for the article. Come on, let me cook for you. You look like..." He stops. Perhaps considering if he's about to say too much. His eyes are bright and thoughtful and fixed on Edwin so intently that Edwin doesn't breathe for a moment. "You look like no one's cooked for you in ages." It comes out soft, but firm; as though he knows what he's talking about. Edwin feels like the wind has been knocked out of him.
"No one has ever cooked for me," says Edwin matter-of-factly.
He has no idea what it is about Charles that makes him admit something so honest—although it is not entirely accurate. His family had had a personal chef. Technically speaking, all of Edwin's meals had been cooked for him, until much to his parents' chagrin he went off to a student flat, and culinary school, and began to cook them for himself. But he suspects that no one has ever cooked for him, the way Charles Rowland is offering to now. Properly. Like it means something. Like he is trying to say something through it; unspoken words that Edwin has always wanted to hear.
Let me know you. Let me connect with you. Let me take care of you.
Charles' eyes widen. Clearly, he is trying to process Edwin's bleak admission. "Right," he says, after a beat, as his posture gains something determined; his grin bright and charming. "That settles it, then. I know exactly what I'm going to make you."
And before Edwin can say anything else, he's taking Edwin's hand in his and tugging him towards the kitchen.
Sudoku on the train home
He is like. Really good at it.
End of the year tag
I was tagged by @jaeyuyoo, thanks for remembering me dear !
Best experience this year: I really don’t wanna be this person, but I experienced a healthy romantic relationship this year, and feeling genuinely loved by a romantic partner is another level of hapiness
Best holiday: My birthday is in a national holiday here in Greece, and that was the only one I really enjoyed celebrating this year, thanks Covid :)
Best thing you ate: My friends and I tend to gather and eat homemade food together a lot, and that’s when the food seems most tasteful to me
Best thing you learned: How to love without an agenda and how it feels to be loved genuinely
Best thing you did/made: I customed made my jean jacket during the spring semester and I am so proud of the proffesional feel of the result
Something you are proud of: Standing out of the crowd with confidence, defending myself and my friends and taking no shit from abusive people
I am tagging @imhobisego , of course only if you feel confortable baby
@icykali submitted: Wanted to submit a photo I took today that I’m really proud of, Black-and-yellow Nomad Bee on forget-me-not flowers! Found in the Hudson Valley, NY
You should be proud, it’s a beautiful photo! Good job :)
Happy Pride Everyone!!
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