The Pope, desperate to avoid ever interacting with JD Vance again, went to the one place the Vice President couldn't follow: heaven.
wow what an asshole
How very depressing that Neil Gaiman had trended not even a tiny bit for demonstrating what a fucking horrific person he is.
As a reminder, he's suing Caroline Wallner, one of his accusers, for breaking her NDA. Not for libel. He's saying she shouldn't have told anyone about it, not that she lied.
He doesn't need the money. He's risking the Streisand effect. He is punishing Caroline, he's trying to intimidate other victims who have signed NDAs to scare them into continued silence.
He is no friend to women, to the LGBTQIA+ community, to anyone quite frankly unless he thinks they are of value to him.
Share the story. Put it on Facebook and bluesky and whatever else you're on. Make it clear what a horrifying person he is. Tell your friends. He's paying Edendale a fortune to try and cover this up. Make this hard for him. Make it cost him money.
The Falling Star an Rising Sun 🌌
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Seperated illustrations under the cut
Here's a full set of my stained glass inspired Ineffable Husbands. The illustrations can be mached both ways, but the earth is broken if they're facing away from eachother ( because only if they work together, can they stop the apocalypse. See what i did there, hehe). Unfortunately the colour mach is not perfect, but oh well...
I also made a little Alpha Centuri reference with the stars in the top corners (top right corner with Crowley, top left with Aziraphale)
The seperate illustrations with WIP photos of both are already on my blog
Crowley
Aziraphale
david tennant is hot i'm not retracting this thought
Nest at the End of the World
Aziraphale ♡ Crowley • 25k • Rated.T
Aziraphale hears it all. The flood of love. The joy. The unbearable hope.
“I thought you’d want to meet her.” Crowley adds, quieter now. “Her name is Julie.”
A pause. The French accent is soft but unmistakable, deliberate.
Aziraphale frowns. Crowley knows he’s not exactly enamored with all things French… except, perhaps, their pastries.
“You gave her a French name?”
Crowley swallows. The movement is small, but Aziraphale sees it. He did it on purpose.
“We live in France now,” Crowley says. “On an estate. In Brittany.”
His gaze drops to the baby again, and something in him softens, melts—as if her very presence rewrites him, makes him new. That baby has changed him. And Aziraphale—aching, unsure—wonders if he’ll ever be allowed to know this version of Crowley.
Crowley’s voice is quiet. Almost hesitant. A hope dressed in humility.
“We wouldn’t mind moving back to London… if you’d like to see us more.”
Aziraphale doesn’t answer at first. His lips part—then close again. The baby stirs softly in Crowley’s arms, a tiny sigh escaping her, as if she feels the tension coiled around her fathers’ heart.
Aziraphale’s eyes flick to her, and something inside him shatters. She is real. She is theirs. And she is… beautiful.
His breath catches. He wants to step forward. He wants to touch her. He wants to know her. But instead—he steps back.
“I…” His voice breaks, and he quickly swallows, collecting himself. “I can’t. I won't. This can’t end well, Crowley, it never does.”
He doesn’t want to be cruel, but he needs to be real.
-Chap.11 - Dust and Silences-
This guy just talks bullshit.
scientists wont tell you this! (because it's not true)
experts don't want you to know this! (because it's made up)
doctors HATE this one trick! (because it's dangerous and unhealthy)
a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted
their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"
"Every writer"?
come on