“My Dear, Some Days I Thought I Saw You. But Maybe It Was Just The Times That Made Me Think Of You.”

Rage

✨ Pages 1 and 2 of my new comic, Blabbermouth (working title may change) are up!

✨ ANYHOO, Crowley’s full of himself and Az is just trying to read…Angel’s going to have to shut him up somehow 👀. These pages are safe, but this is gonna go NSFW in a hurry, just fair warning 😈. Hope you like it!

Aziraphale’s little look of pity when Muriel is struggling to act like a human has me cAckling

Bonus: Ineffable Husbands tricking Muriel into admitting it’s their first time visiting Earth (those old married fools)

I truly love your art, all of it. The silly ones, the smoochy ones, the chibi ones. I’m in love with your blushing Crowley. I just wandered till your first post and I’m sorry there aren’t more. Thanks a lot. Sending love

blushy boi

This, this fucking image...

It drives me insane, just activates something visceral, and I finally realized why. It's not just an appropriately placed close up shot to denote intimacy between Gabriel and Beelzebub, it's a fuck damn pov shot.

Gabriel is not dressed in accordance to his preferences, he is borrowing Aziraphale's clothes. And Beezlebub, well lets just say a black blazer is a black blazer, not exactly the easiest thing in the world to differentiate. Just looking at those hands joining, the individual identities of their owners melts away. The moment could have so easily belonged to Aziraphale and Crowley... and it's just- it's... it's just like the Rats of Nimh. They've seen this sign everyday for almost their whole lives, and have never once known what it says. They can make inferences, use context clues, wherever they are, it seems to be too so it must be about them, but they couldn't ever know for sure. Until one day, without warning, they looked at the words, and understood them.

And the sign communicated a way out.

Aziraphale and Crowley are the first of their kind. I don't think we really appreciate or understand how utterly unfathomable what they feel for each other is in their lived contexts, even to them. All this painful fear, all these lengths they go to, all to keep safe this precious experience they don't even have the language to name. It's not just unallowed, it's unreal. So then just imagine what the actual fuck they must be feeling when they see someone else... just fucking do it. Just like that. An angel and a demon. In love. Intimate, affectionate, in front of heaven, in front of hell, in front of humanity, in front of GOD, and She knows who the hell else.

For literally the first time, they’re seeing the things they feel for each other exist in others like them.

the girls!

I just found out... My bsf -who is not a dsmp fan- knows the sound "sir? sir? are u there?" is from big Q... This makes me so proud and happy idk how to express feelings agsbehjsh 😭✋

Getting really sick of seeing the same comments on every bike lane discussion so just want to clear something up.

Many people use bikes for transportation, not for hobby. The disabled, the elderly, those too young to drive, or those who prefer not to. These people are who bike lanes are for. Not the hobbyists in spandex.

Seriously, reblog to spread awareness because safe bike lanes help open the world up to people who can’t use a car. These people are reliant on friends and taxis until the city decides to consider them. Biking on the sidewalk is a nuisance to pedestrians and biking in the road is deadly. Also support safe sidewalks and frequent public transportation for the same reason.

Wings anyone?