What About A Universe Where During The Pandemic Crowley Just Decided To Start Streaming Because He Was

I saw Neil Gaiman's Valentine's post the other day and I can't stop thinking about Aziraphale's journal there's so much potential for angst if someone decided to write a fanfic about archangels finding Aziraphale's journal

ten more points if it turns out that aziraphale goes viral after crowley convinces him to do a podcast talking about books

what about a universe where during the pandemic crowley just decided to start streaming because he was bored so just imagine this guy who looks like he's in his forties suddenly shows up and makes all these jokes about being 6000 years old and also he's fucking good at racing games (except mario kart somehow aziraphale always beats crowley in mario kart)

never played disney heroes but their move set is funny

i was recommended to watch a cool animated series for kids that i had somehow overlooked in my childhood for some reason.

and it was pretty good and interesting 🤔

If The Twins Had Gone On Stage

*Oscar and Felipe get on stage just in time to see Ernesto messing with Imelda* Felipe: Oscar, hold me or I’m gonna kill him. Twice. Oscar: Ok, but who’s gonna hold ME then?

Idk if u are still doing two character prompts, but what about Cogsworth and Belle?

“Happy Father’s Day, Cogsworth.” She grins at him. Dirt is smudged across her cheek; she’s been trawling in the castle garden—pulling out weeds that could survive even the breaking of a curse—and holds cabbages in her hands like they are bouquets of flowers. Dust crumbles across his dignified brown front.

“I’m not sure why you would say so—I’m not a father for anything, nor ever hoped to be.” He tries to brush himself down, but the soil cakes his buttons. Belle’s attempts to help leave patchy brown stains on his gold braid.

“Really? Because I was digging through Adam’s old things yesterday, and I thought there might have been a trace or two there. Who was that correcting his history papers, and giving him far too easy marks on his bad grammar? Honestly, I never saw someone for getting so mixed between past and present tense.”

The old man is blushing. “I never saw the point of going hard on the boy.”

“And that antique top—who gave him that? It had an English watermark on it, I saw. And gold braid ties on all his plush animals, little bow ties, like I’ve only seen on one man.”

“The bow ties were NOT my idea!” He is all offended dignity. “Lumiere did all the tying. I only, er, supplied the cording…and corrected it afterward, when the fellow did it all slapdash. It made him happy…the prince loved that little stuffed lion, you know, the one we put two bows on; and he never minded just a small—just a small, you understand—just a small amount of imaginary balls…”

“So you CAN deserve to have a happy Father’s Day,” Belle says. She grins at his softened face. “I told Lumiere so. You did half the work, at least, or that’s what he said—”

“Half?! Only half?!” Cogsworth puffs. “But who laid out the tablecloths, eh? Who supplied the butter biscuits at every tea party of the boy’s? Did he say I only did half? Half, my aunt’s pajamas….I was by that boy day and night! I raised him as my own!”

“Ah,” says Belle, “I wondered. I thought, you know, you might never see yourself as a father.”

“I don’t, not quite.” He wonders when he took them cabbages from her, and when he started helping her carry them inside. (Oh, but who minds, anyway—the girl probably needed a hand.) “But you’ll forgive me for thinking I deserve SOME credit—oh, that Lumiere, the nerve of him.”

“I suppose he’ll never hear the end of it. Oh, by the way—Adam wants you; his grammar is all over again, and he could use you to look over his latest letter to the ambassador before he sends it off—”

“Of course, of course—never could find his way around a past tense,” says Cogsworth, and trundles off again, dust still down his front and gold buttons shining through soil. He still holds a cabbage. But it doesn’t really matter—the boy needs his help.

Belle smiles as she returns to her garden. Some things the curse can never break—and love and weeds are among them.

Whenever Micheal got in trouble at school, it wasn’t JUST his mom and dad.. Uncle Henry was there too. Uncle Henry was probably the scariest one one the fucking room because “did the kid have it coming? Micheal William Afton why did you throw the first punch?” Because raising Micheal once he hit like 14 was a three person job

I’d been wanting to create my own AU for a while. It took me some time to decide which of all my ideas to focus on first, but I eventually went with this one because it felt like something I hadn’t explored before. And personally, I *love* stories where a character is accidentally de-aged. *Gravity Falls* has so many characters you can have fun with when it comes to that concept.

Lately, I’ve had a bit of a soft spot for McGucket, and I’ve basically been devouring every fanfic and fanart I can find of him—so I couldn’t resist making him the protagonist of this AU.

Here’s the premise: in this universe, during the episode *“The Legend of the Gobblewonker”*, McGucket stumbles across a strange mushroom growing inside the cave behind the waterfall. The spores from this mushroom have rejuvenating properties, which causes Fiddleford to turn back into a 13-year-old—retaining only the memories he had at that age.

With no idea what to do, Dipper, Mabel, and Soos decide to take a very confused Fiddleford to the lake shore and try to explain what happened. Fiddleford, of course, doesn’t believe a word of it and runs off the moment he sets foot on dry land.

It only takes him a day to realize he’s on the other side of the country… and that it’s the year 2012. Naturally, he doesn’t take it very well.

Dipper and Mabel eventually find him and offer him a place to stay. At first, they sneak him into the Mystery Shack every night behind Stan’s back—but Stan doesn’t take long to figure it out and just lets Fiddleford stay, as long as he helps out around the Shack with Dipper and Mabel.

Fiddleford ends up having an amazing summer, joining the twins on most of their adventures.

Meanwhile, Tate McGucket is losing his mind over his father’s sudden disappearance.

I just needed to draw Stan in my style, I'm still struggling with keeping a consistent style with him but he's getting better.

i couldn’t get it out of my head