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@thebibliosphere didn’t your Magic Physio Man become a Magic Physio Man after learning about his mom’s back problems?

Do you ever think about how aziraphale had fun in hell pretending to be crowley asking for a rubber ducky dressing up crowley’s body in a nice old timey bathing suit while crowley went to heaven as aziraphale with the weight of memories like how triggering that must have been for him to go back after the traumatic experience of having been cast out for simply asking questions

I love how aziraphale and crowley always care about humanity as a concept, but not always about actual individual humans quite as much, or not unless they receive a reminder. it's different when it's someone you know isn't it. it makes sense, getting caught up in the immortality of it all, the distance between your eternal life and their fleeting ones. no need getting attached, they'll be gone anyways. yeah, you better forget about all that. never happened. but it did. it did happen and it has informed who they are and it becomes a part of them, that one singular human, back in 3500BC or or 41AD or 1876, who did that one singular wonderful thing, because they could and they were alive. when they're not careful enough, the angel and the demon, they care so much.

*gathers all of the people in the world who write the number 7 with a little dash in the center of it so I can study them like little critters and find out what makes them do that*

"what are you a cop" is bookaziraphale's entire mindset btw. "is it very angelic to hoard books and be mean to customers" what are you a cop? "should you really be married to your adversary" what are you a cop? "should your husband be parking his car there" ah you ARE a cop. explodes your ticket notebook with his mind. like in his mind if the lord herself doesn't come down to tell him off he's doing just fine. because he's doing it. and if she DOES come down (where is the flaming sword I gave to thee) well then. what is she a cop

i love that specific ao3 phenomenon where you get a sudden influx of kudos on a work and it’s clear someone shared your fic but you have no idea who they are or where they shared it. it’s like being a dickensian orphan receiving money from a mysterious benefactor.

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To be clear, I was not GOOD at being the hat and in fact gave up after a bit (she finished the game playing both Mario and the hat) but! I did it!

If you think about it, Shakespeare pioneered the genre of real-person fiction, paving the way for works such as Lin-Manuel Miranda’s Hamilton. Therefore, Shakespeare is directly responsible for Miku binder Thomas Jefferson. In this essay, I will

Happy pride month to the following people: Hank Green, my girlfriend, all the queer students who have ever attended my former high school, Apollo Justice, whatever the fuck Rosencrantz and Guildenstern had going on, all straight musicians who have had queer audiences glob onto them for some reason, closeted theatre kids, lavender and violet flowers, those parents who hang around pride events and give out hugs to queer kids, and all former horse girls who are no longer girls