my combination of low spice tolerance and high confidence is fucking lethal
- you’re gay - can read - support gay people - want to hold a match between your fingers as you wander the halls of an ancient castle because it’s your only source of light amidst the ghosts of people long past - are an antelope - or want a chocolate bar.
No one will know which applies.
i don’t know if i’m crazy or not, but i fucking love the head cannon that crowley and gabriel dated when they were angels. i also think that jim is what gabriel was like before the fall, and i just think it’s so adorable imagining jim and a happy angel crowley dating. *swoons in my niche ship*
My son.
I birthed him.
He is my little bebe.
And I love him.
You also love him.
Because he's but a little boi.
He much prefers toilet water to his water dish.
But this is okay.
Because we love him.
‘There’s no time like the present’, ‘the first best time to plant a tree was twenty years ago. The second best is today’, ‘it’s your birthright to make art.’ Great, great, now how do I start?
https://gofund.me/06ce1a52
Link to an amazing fundraiser to help the vulnerable.
cant believe some people are gatekeeping being a creatire. for shame
the feminine urge to create a magic system for something you’ll never write