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IT IS DONE

For this years Drink With Me- Drink a coffee a with me while we fight with exhaustion of living and past memories!!
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‘’Feuilly… Jehan couldn’t really explain. But for the first time in their life, they felt content.  
One cafe, two friends and late night conversations.’‘


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weaver-z:

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I heard this metaphor growing up, and in my case, it backfired supremely, because I went out into my neighbor’s backyard where a rose bush was growing, and the one I tested had like 30 petals (it was yellow, but definitely a rose of some kind), and as a very logical lass, I came to the conclusion that you could have premarital sex AT LEAST ten times before your future husband would even notice something was up. Moral of the story? Test your metaphors on the weirdest and most neurodivergent child you know before writing your weird religious propaganda.

thisvegetabledoesntfallinlove:

thisvegetabledoesntfallinlove:

there is, in fact, a “platonic explanation for this” if you’re not a coward

its so fun to see the diversity of tags on this ranging from “they’re literally just standing next to each other” to “deep bonds dont have to be romantic/sexual!” to “yeah friends can fuck nasty, platonically. coward.” we’re all so correct, there are, in fact, a million platonic explanations for this

the-caleb-widogast:

rewatching the mighty nein and rewitnessing their amount of paranoia is so good. they walk into a 5 star hotel after a battle with the followers of the god of death and a total of 10 hit points and 3 spell slots between all of them and they’re still casing their rooms. uv lights out, flipping beds and checking smoke detectors for cameras. they insight check every person they meet. they want to cast a truth spell on the oldest, most powerful and crustiest wizard in all of exandria. theyd rather impale themselves instead of giving up their weapons. theyd rather send a cat with 2 hit points that’s determined to roll nat 1s on its perception rolls to check out evil lairs rather than going in themselves. they hate people scrying on them but they get annoyed when they fail doing it to others. they lie to most people they meet yet they’re still ‘trusted’ by the two out of the three great powers on wildemount. no one’s doing it like them.

nightgoodomens:

I feel like Aziraphale and Crowley will be forced to speak to each other by Nina and Maggie and so they will sit in one room locked up by them and they’re going to be absolutely fuming and still refusing to talk

But they will finally snap and start fighting through which they will mention all the misunderstandings over the years

YOU DIDN’T TELL ME YOU WERE HOMELESS

IT WAS NOT YOUR PROBLEM

YES IT WAS I’D NEVER LET YOU LIVE IN A CAR

YOU TOLD ME I WAS NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU

I NEVER SAID THAT

YOU CALLED ME ONE OF THE BAD GUYS

THAT’S NOT… THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT

I TOLD YOU I LOVED YOU AND YOU TOLD ME NOTHING LASTS FOREVER!

I MEANT THE BOOKSHOP! I CHOSE YOU OVER THE BOOKSHOP!

YOU WANTED ME TO BE AN ANGEL LIKE I WAS NOT GOOD ENOUGH THE WAY I AM

I WANTED YOU TO BE HAPPY AND SAFE! YOU NEVER TOLD ME GABRIEL WANTED ME TO SHUT UP AND DIE!

I WANTED TO PROTECT YOU!

I WANTED TO PROTECT YOU TOO!

6 thousand years of misunderstandings until they stop and need to catch a breath because fucking hell and Aziraphale says fuck this and grabs Crowley the way he grabbed him and kisses him

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