everything's tickety boo 💛

I have such a strong opinion about people who post "THEY ARE DEAD" (such a narrow-minded dogmatic way of thinking) or random hate in the comments of every. single. post. from Go HQ or GO Prime. To me, they're indefensible, ridiculous and practically on the same level as capricious haters who think hate will suddenly change things. IMHO.

Hot take, brace yourself, but imo Good Omens has always been about What it is to be human rather than Aziraphale & Crowley

perhap the idea ran away from me a bit, but "birthday" is up on ao3 inspired by this prompt! thank you again, anon, whoever you are, this is a lovely idea!

Always thinking about Ed and Stede's first night at the inn. And rn specifically their first morning waking up in that run down old shack. and they've probably slept on the floor in a makeshift bed of blankets, and their backs hurt from the lack of padding... but Ed wakes up and sees the sunlight shining across Stede's face as he dozes next to him, and he knows he's made the right choice

my own fucking cat wont touch me. sweetest animal ever and she wont come near me anymore. i have plans in an hour what the fuck is wrong with me. how am i just so impossibly bad at basic human interaction. why cant i just fucking stop myself.

I unironically had a more angry reaction to Janine and Gregory temporarily breaking up on Abbott Elementary than I had to Aziraphale and Crowley dying, being reincarnated as humans, not remembering shit about their previous lives and meeting again. Lmao idk what my standards are.

the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.

btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here